This is a LONG chapter! Over 2,300 words!

"Get changed," she said while making no move to leave his arms.

"You have seen me bare in many occasions, yet you still act like a coplo."

"A coplo?"

"It is a bird native of Drukai that digs holes and buries its head inside."

She gasped with indignation. "That's rude."

"You make me act like an animal too."

She turned slightly, trying to meet his eyes.

"Really? Which one?"

"A mother spinx. They are the most protective beings. They would kill for their young, as I would for you."

She heard him inhale, pulling her scent in as if having her against his bare chest wasn't enough. While his lungs filled with her, hers emptied. How could a man who only spent five years of his life around women be so romantic?

"Come," he said, pulling her further into his naked body. "Let me dry you."

She stood still as she heard him rummage through cloth. The blush of coldness on her skin was tamed when he draped a thick blanket over her.

As Vrox resumed looking for his own change of clothes, Kira shifted the blanket around. The material surprised her. It felt softer than usual– a mix of silk and fur. She dropped her wet clothes, grabbed both ends and tied them on her left shoulder, making another knot at her hip.

She turned to find Vrox clothed and closing a chest that she hadn't noticed before.

When they made eye contact, he clutched his head with a wince of pain.

"What is it?" she demanded, rushing to him and anxiously clutching his forearm.

"Nothing. I am alright."

The lie oozed out of his gritted teeth, but the angry tendons in his arms said otherwise.

Panic sent her to the entrance. "Help!"

Ni'ev stomped his way inside. "What is it?"

"Terran," Vrox hissed from the bed. "I told you that I am fine."

Ni'ev walked to his hunched brother, and Kira's felt her knees sway as they considered sending her to the ground so she could plead Ni'ev.

"Vrox," Ni'ev called out. "What do you need?"

"I am not a child. There is no need to dote on me. I just looked at her and..." Vrox grunted and pulled at his short hair.

Ni'ev gave Kira a look, taking in her new make-shift dress. It was a pure white fur, covered in specks of what she suspected was gold. The material fit her loosely and reached her ankles.

"Mother used to style her dresses the same way," Ni'ev declared. "Kira must have triggered your memory."

Vrox nodded. "I thought as much."

Kira looked from one man to another. "Should I get the leaves? I can make you paste. I know how to do it," she blurted. "Should I take this off?"

She fisted the cloth covering her stomach, hating the beautiful texture for bringing Vrox pain.

"Since I am not needed, I will leave now."

Ni'ev made his exit, and Kira continued fretting over Vrox. She reached her hands up and stood on her tippy toes, trying to massage his temples.

A chuckle rumbled out of her patient. "I will live, female. Your beauty has not killed me yet."

"This is no joking matter!" she reprimanded as she rushed to the corner. She sat on the polished floor and began digging through her purse.

"I'll make you medicine," she promised. "Just sit there, and I'll be done in a second."

Her hands slightly trembled as she rushed her preparations. Vrox had really shaken her. He reminded her that while he a behemoth of a man, he was still mortal– liable to sink to the depths of death.

"Kira."

"I'm almost done," she blurted, ignoring the heavy palm on her shoulder.

"Vrox," Kyros called out from the entrance.

Kira didn't hear him, too busy manically flipping through leaves.

Vrox walked to the entrance, making sure that the thick curtain fell so that it blocked the cold air.

"Are you alright?" Kyros asked. "I was checking the crops with Rokan when I heard Kira cry out."

"Yes. She is more shaken than I am."

Kyros smiled, allowing a chuckle on his face. "Her small body was designed to be protected, yet she defies nature by trying to be a protector."

Vrox blew a breath, remembering how many times he told her to sit down when they were packing up camp. The stubborn female whined for what felt like hours, determined to help.

"Yes. She is the size of a droplet, yet tougher than a tsunami."

"You never told me if she liked the gifts you gave her."

Vrox laughed at the memory of Kira swimming in his semen. The sound grabbed her attention, and she stopped her work.

"I thought I told him to sit down," she muttered to herself, placing her tools down and walking to the entrance.

"I am afraid that your advice did me no good, brother. Kira told me that it is not acceptable to gift semen to females."

She stopped walking. So Vrox ran around asking for advice on how to woo her?

"That is unfortunate," Kyros said. "However, I have more ideas."

"Like what?" Vrox encouraged.

"I heard that the excrement of–"

She decided to interrupt Kyros before the man convinced Vrox to gift her the poop of some animal.

"Vrox! I told you to sit on the bed!"

She pushed past the curtain and glared at him, pointing one sassy finger inside.

"I must go, Kyros. It appears like the tsunami has arrived."

Kyros chuckled before running back into the rain.

Kira gripped Vrox's wrist, noting that she wasn't able to circle it, and pulled him to the bed. She fell on the floor and continued her work. "Where did you get all of these furs?"

The bed was large enough to fit three Vroxes, and it was dripping in luxurious furs. He seemed to keep smaller slips in the chest beside his bed.

"Hunting," he answered. "The coat you are wearing is the most precious one on the continent."

"Vrox, you shouldn't have given me something so valuable," she whined.

"Nonsense," he argued.

She shook her head, knowing that it was impossible to change his mind once his voice clipped.

"And those weapons?"

Vrox looked behind him, examining the wall.

"Some I crafted, others came from the capital. When the others and I left, we took our father's weapons. It is not acceptable to use another man's weapons, so I do not."

She nodded, taking in every word he told her.

"Your people have interesting norms. Why is it not acceptable to drink while looking at someone else?"

"Because with drinking, no teeth are flashed. Only lips are used, and this is considered to be intimate."

She rose to her feet. "Okay. I'm done making the paste."

She walked to his side and frowned at their height difference. The bed was leveled with her stomach, making Vrox's head impossible to reach.

"Could you bend down, please?"

He grinned knowingly but complied. Once her hands rubbed his temples, his grin shifted to accommodate a groan. His eyelids fell, covering his yellow eyes.

Now it was her time to grin.

The giant was vulnerable under her touch, lost to peace. While it wasn't much, she was glad to be giving back. She kissed his forehead once, twice, rubbing his temples as she went.

Vrox's groans multiplied.

Kira was taken back to her college days when she learned in a psychology class that women's breasts began lactating when they heard the cry of their baby. Vrox seemed to have a familiar effect on her, even though he was far from being a baby, and his lips were producing groans instead of shrieks. Her cunt was wetting, reacting to his erotic rumbles.

"I would get brain-crushing flashbacks every day if it meant getting this treatment," Vrox mumbled.

He's so precious.

Vrox's closed eyes kept him ignorant of the way her thighs rubbed each other in search of friction, and her hips had begun to scan the air for cock.

Her eyes looked south– in the direction of hell– the direction of sin.

Vrox's fur-covered lap stared back.

His legs were spread, allowing her to stand between his thighs. She moved her eyes to his bulging arms and found that they were busy strangling fistfuls of fur to hold himself back. That knowledge was enough to have her releasing his head and dropping to her knees.

She was done massaging the head on his shoulders and was now interested in the one between his thighs.

"Female?" Vrox called out, confused to find her kneeling on the floor. "Get up from there. It is cold."

"Do you remember when I apologized for using you to pleasure myself?"

"Mothers," he gritted, gripping the covers so tightly that the sound of fabric ripping followed his growl. "Yes, but why mention this?"

"I want to return the favor. To make you feel better," she smiled sweetly.

There was confidence on her face, but uncertainty in her mind. She had never taken a man in her mouth– Terran or Ezronian.

Vrox cringed. "I do not know if I want that. It would be strange to put your fingers inside my..."

She burst with laughter. The innocent alien thought she wanted to finger his ass. She should have known. Vrox didn't know what foreplay was. To him, all there was to sex was a cock entering a vagina.

"Trust me," she eased, before slowly reaching for his thighs.

She untied the knot on his side, letting his loincloth fall. She peeled one end, revealing the thick, bold signature of Vrox's manliness. She stared at it, her mind empty but eyes full.

She had gotten plenty of glances of it, but never from such an intimate distance. With every ticking second, the organ grew harder, expanded further, screamed more silent promises to her pussy.

Vrox shifted a little, making it sway. Her greedy eyes followed it, listening to its promises. Meanwhile, her mind debated whether she should run away.

How many inches is he? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ni–

She stopped estimating before she caved into terror.

She gripped him, making Vrox grunt with what sounded like pain. When she looked up, her suspicions were confirmed. The man under her wiles looked like he was in the midst of torture. His tanned face was reddening, and his eyes hooded as if he was halfway to unconsciousness.

The pain he felt earlier paled in comparison to the agony he was feeling now.

She vowed to make it better.

Leaning closer, she opened her mouth.

"No!" he yelled before yanking his hips away. "That is not food!"

She smiled, remaining on the floor. "I won't bite you. Trust me."

"First you wanted to put your mouth on my mouth. Now you want to put your mouth on my cock? I fear to ask what is next."

She laughed at this, and Vrox lingered before unsurely skidding back down to his position.

Kira leaned in. Once his cock disappeared behind her cheeks, his eyes widened as if he had just discovered the meaning of life.

She sucked, hugging his head with the ring of her lips. Their gaze remained one– Earth on Ezron, as she sucked the comet that was his cock.

With her tongue on his base, she leaned her head down, taking more of him. Her cheeks strained painfully to accommodate his girth. When it felt like her face was about to tear, she retreated to his tip.

Her head began bobbing, teleporting his dick out and into her mouth. Their passion burned so hot that their composure melted, making magma gush out of her pussy and precum out of his tip.

Vrox's chest heaved. "Mother of my mother," he wheezed.

She would have smiled if her mouth wasn't occupied with alien cock.

She tried to deepthroat him, taking advantage of the fact that she had no gag reflex. There was too much, as if the universe in its entirety was stuffed inside her abused cheeks. Her hands worked to caress the inches that her mouth couldn't take but were unable to circle him entirely. As she pumped and squeezed his base, her tongue tangoed with his tip.

"Fathers and fates," Vrox continued his delirious ranting. His thighs trembled, and his abs clenched with every pant as she slurped on his meaty, juicy member.

She could swear that he was swelling even fatter.

Wave after wave of salty alien essence dripped down her chin. She didn't mind. After all, her skin had already bathed in his semen.

She slid a hand from his rod to the heavy balls that were pulsing underneath. The soft caress to his sac was his downfall. He erupted violently, the unhinged explosion producing juicy, translucent lava. Kira pulled back to his tip as she struggled to swallow, puckering her frantic lips and gulping. She coughed ever so often, raining semen down to her throat and breasts. This was an entirely different rainfall than the one that was falling outside.

"Keera," Vrox panted, his accent thicker than usual.

He reached down and easily pulled her to his lap.

"You–" he was unable to finish, being completely and utterly mind-blown.

After 35 chapters, we finally got some action!