The First She ✓

FORTY FOUR

Vrox's lips trailed across her cheekbone, settling against her ear. There, he muttered, "would you like me to slit-mate you?"

Slit-mate?

It was getting harder to keep track of Vrox's erotic vocabulary. She was still processing the fact that the man called kissing "mouth-mating."

"Slit-mate?" she repeated.

"Yes. I will bring my mouth upon your mound, and satisfy it with my tongue," he offered, growing harder at the mere thought.

"Um... I'm still... bleeding."

"I do not mind your blood."

She spluttered. He was willing to lick her bleeding pussy? The women from Earth would pay billions to date him.

"I... well, that's a bit too kinky for me, but thank you for the generous offer."

"What is keenky?"

"It's too... scandalous. I wouldn't feel comfortable."

He nodded. "Another day, then."

Nope. He wasn't plastering his pink tongue against her crimson cunt ever.

"Yeah... sure," she drew out. "Why don't we go see if the boys need help with anything?"

"Boys?" Vrox frowned as he helped her off his lap. "They are men in their primes."

She waved him off. "You guys are as cute as Vee."

She bent down to pick up her bouncing bunny, heading outside.

Behind her, Vrox stared at her accented hips. They waved with each sway, beckoning his hands to grab them. He was sure that the clouds of delicious fat were jiggling under her dress.

Kira's ass was dangerous, and not only because it hypnotized his cock into a constantly-frozen state. Her hips screamed out her identity. Any spy that laid eyes on her would instantly recognize her gender.

"You will need to wear a cloak at all times from now on," Vrox told her.

She looked over her shoulder, holding onto Vee with one hand and petting him with another. She was innocently distracted, out of tune with the dangers that surrounded her.

"Why?"

"I do not mean to scare you, but we are often in open space. Anyone could peek into the camp and spot you."

Kira stopped walking, giving the wall a paranoid scan.

"You are safe, female," Vrox assured as he stepped beside her. "You are with me."

His intense yellow gaze remained stern until she smiled, grabbed his hand, and continued to lead him to the other men.

"Hi!" she called out.

Kyros waved at her.

"Hello," Rokan greeted. "We just finished here. Ni'ev went to get food."

"Do you think Ni'ev would say yes if I asked him to help me with something?"

Vrox stepped in, possessively squeezing her hand. "What do you need? I will provide it."

She sighed, not surprised by his caveman antics. "I just need him to make me a box so that I can start working on the refrigerator."

"A box?" Vrox repeated.

"Yes. A square." She put Vee down so she could demonstrate the dimensions. "I need it to be about this tall," she instructed, leveling her hand to her knees. "And this wide. The front should be able to open. I wanted to ask Ni'ev because you said he enjoys blacksmithing. I figured this could be some good bonding time for us since he seems kind of shy."