FORTY THREE

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"Will it please you if I showed you the blacksmithing area?"

Vrox rubbed her arms with those massive palms of his, easing the goosebumps of distress on her skin. He was a complete gentleman, deserving much more than the blow job she offered mere days ago.

She wished she could spread her thighs and offer her womb right then and there, but children were a complicated area for her. Not long ago, she had been planning on artificial insemination, convinced that she didn't need a man in her life. Now, philosophy was breathing down her neck. She had to carry an alien's babies to save Ezronians from extinction while attempting to steer clear of males that wouldn't think twice of raping her to ensure the continuation of their bloodline.

But hey, no pressure.

"Yep," she gulped. "Let's see the blacksmithing area."

"What is that word?" he asked as he began to guide her.

"Sorry. I meant to say yes."

"I do not mind your foreign words. They are... soft. They are you."

He definitely deserves a litter of kids.

She shot him a smile, and he returned it with his sharper one.

She placed Vee down, and the alien bunny hopped after her. Vrox took them to the cave adjacent to Ni'ev dwelling, revealing a tidy space packed with a massive fireplace, buckets of water and empty metal containers, long rows of hammers, and unfinished weapons.

She stuck her head under the fireplace, and Vee did the same thing, both wondering where the smoke was taken to.

Seeing her confusion, Vrox said, "we do not use it much this time of rotation. The ceiling has been covered to block the rains."

It stuck out to her how he used the word rotation. On Earth, it took humans centuries before accepting that the Earth was not revolved by the sun and other planets. Did Ezronians know that Ezron rotated their sun? How much did they know about astronomy?

"A rotation is five-hundred days, right?" she asked.

"Yes. It snows every fifth hundred day without fail. It means that our planet has rotated its sun."

"Who taught you this? You were only five when the Vanishing happened."

Vrox shrugged. "I remember some teachings. It is people that I cannot remember well, particularly females. My brothers also shared their knowledge with me. Rokan is very intelligent, and Kyros is curious. They bicker so much that you are bound to pick something up. It is because of them that I know about the stars and how long Ezronian women gestate for. Ak taught us how to read and write when we were boys."

She nodded, taking it all in. Since Ezronians had a writing system and knowledge of space, she wondered how advanced they were.

"Do you know how many planets are in this solar system?"

"Eight," Vrox answered immediately. "There were detailed records about our stars in The Ruins, but they were likely destroyed."

Eight planets in the solar system just like Earth. The similarity was bittersweet.

"I wonder how much your people knew," she mused.

"There is a legend..." he began, sitting on what looked like a metal stool and patting his thigh. Without thinking twice, she walked over and accepted his seat.

Vrox placed an arm around her waist and stared at the empty fireplace.

"The legend says that once, Ezronians roared through the skies, traveling in metal boxes. They were one with the fates, sailing through the blue sky. However, something happened that grounded their power. The government failed, society crumbled, and Ezronians crawled into darkness."

Her breath hitched. "What do you think it was?"

Vrox's arm subconsciously tightened around her. "I think that what my brothers and I experienced fifteen snowfalls ago was not the first Vanishing."

She tensed against his chest, the idea of the phenomenon striking terror across all of her cells. If the Vanishing was orchestrated not once but twice, then who is to say that it won't happen again?

She survived getting separated from Earth, but she knew that she wouldn't if she was ripped from Vrox's arms.

"Be at ease. It is only a legend. There are no records that prove this," Vrox promised.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I have asked Ak about this many times. As sons of the commander, we had access to documents no other Ezronian did. In his boyhood, Ak never came across any proof that certified this as history. We have also asked our father and elderly men that we came across in our travels. Everyone believes it is mere folklore."

She wasn't convinced. The definition of science fiction changed the second she was teleported off Earth. If she could get teleported out of her solar system, then she couldn't dismiss this legend as being nonsense.

By the look of things, Ezronians had once been masters of flight– possibly even space travel. Their advancements were crippled by a Vanishing, pulling society to a dark age.

She sighed. For now, this would remain a mystery.

She slid off Vrox's thigh and walked over to the row of heavy hammers. "They look so heavy. Ni'ev spends his day lifting these things over his head?"

Vrox shrugged. "Yes, he spends more time here than the others. I only come in here to repair my blades."

"What is that?" she asked, pointing to a container of what looked like black tar.

"That is blurak. It turns cold once exposed to sunlight."

Her eyes widened, mind reeling with how many inventions she could use the substance for.

"That's so cool! I wonder if you guys have the same periodic elements as Earth."

"We do not have pe-rods here; not even our women had them."

She laughed at his confusion, walking over to kiss his forehead.

"I said periodic elements, not period. Everything in the universe is made up of small blocks of life. Nebula would do a much better job of explaining this. She studied geography the earth in our home. I studied... how to make things."

Vrox adored the excitement in her small, round face.

"I could use this stuff for so many things! Oh, I could make you a freaking refrigerator. You guys wouldn't have to go out and hunt for food every day, so..."

Her animated rant about creations inspired him to make his own creation with her– a child.

Her arms swayed as she explained whatever the mothers a refrigerator was, her breasts joining the lesson. He stared at the dress that covered them, imagining a child pressed against them.

A child! A creature as soft, pudgy, short, and animated as his Kira.

Vee hopped around Kira's legs, seeming to be as energized as she was. Vrox looked at the latest addition to the family. If Kira took such great care of Vee, then she would make a wholesome mother.

"Of course, I would have to figure out what to do during the nights when the sun disappears. Do you guys have a substance that turns cold once it's exposed to moonlight? I could replace the coating on the metal with–"

He tugged her forward, returning his queen to the throne on his lap. Leaning down, he smashed her mouth against hers, swallowing her innocent joy and mature intelligence.

Her interest in improving their lifestyle made him want to roar and beat his chest with fulfillment. Kira wanted to be here– with him.

She moaned a sweetly feminine note as she kissed him back, clutching onto his scaled bicep without knowing how erotic the move was.

He filled his hands with two greedy clutches of her hips and marked her neck with kisses.

"Damn, if I knew refrigerators turned you on so much, I would have talked about them a long time ago," she chuckled in English.

It amazed him how the lips he knew so well produced such alien words.

He returned to her lips, wanting to show his appreciation of her exoticness.

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