"What is it?" Vrox asked innocently. "Did I mispronounce the word? I apologize."

"I'll uh; I'll tell you what it means later."

"Very well," he conceded.

She gave the camp a final sweep. There wasn't much to it. There were weapons neatly piled beside a tree, a pile of logs, the tree stump in the middle of the camp, and three large tin buckets. The place was too bare to be their permanent residence.

"Is this a camp?"

"Yes. We have been here for twenty suns to hunt. Our home is much more sparse than this. It's not too far away."

Vrox looked at the camp worriedly. He had an insecurity that Kira would assume he couldn't provide for her. He had never felt such a strong demand to prove himself.

"My home has a tall ceiling, bedding made of the softest coats, an indoor fireplace, and..."

Her chuckle shushed his rant, the sound being so unique that his ears perked with confusion. It had been fifteen snowfalls since he heard the chime of a female's joy.

"I don't care if you live in a ditch. I'll go anywhere with you."

Her lush lips stretched to uncurtain happiness.

Thump.

Vrox threw a palm to his chest.

"What is it?" Kira asked, her smile dissolving.

Her tiny hands cupped his own.

Thump.

Was he sick? What was ailing his heartbeat?

"Vrox!" Kira demanded.

"It's nothing," he blurted, needing her to calm down before her eyes began to rain. He'd rather walk through one of the monstrous storms of Drukai than see a droplet of sadness on her.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to make the paste? I know how to do it. I saw you enough times to–"

He swept his hands up her waist and grabbed her under her armpits. He raised her two whole feet, leveling her head with his but keeping her at arm's length.

"See? I am perfectly healthy."

She looked down. His hands were so big that his palms cushioned the sides of her breasts.

"Um..." she drew out.

Recognizing his mistake, Vrox pursed his lips.

It looks like sexual tension is another one of the forces that can be found in all universes.

"I will go get you food," he rushed, walking to the stump and placing her beside it. "I will be back. Call my brothers if you need anything."

He rushed off. If the seven-foot alien had a tail, she was sure that it would have tucked itself between his firm buttcheeks.

Vrox disappeared into mother nature's embrace. Once upon of time, he had been sure that he couldn't live without the arms of his second mother. Now, he wasn't so sure. The serene sounds of water rushing and birds melodizing were nothing compared to the sunshine that Kira's lips breathed.

His heart leaped again.

Is death beating its drums? Is it calling for me?

He couldn't die. He hadn't gotten enough of Kira, hadn't explored her like he had explored mother nature.

He dared to imagine his nose scaling up her delicate throat, climbing her like the mountains of Rhy. Then, he'd knead the softness of her round bottom and mysterious chest– caressing as if they were Ezron's last flowers.

His chest was now vibrating, and his cock had a heartbeat of its own.

Convinced that he was about to die, he dug into a bush of cerei and pulled out the leaves he knew could help with minor aches. He crushed them and rubbed the paste over his left pec, hoping it would be enough.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about his inflated cock.

With a groan, he resumed walking. His hanging appendage swung left and right as if searching for a particular female. If Kira were around, the damned thing would have probably pointed in her direction.

Who is more bratty, Kira, or my cock?

He grinned.

After walking for a few minutes, he found lu fruit, which Kira liked. They were too sweet for his likes, but Kira seemed to enjoy anything sugary. Beside the bush was a tall tree, sap oozing out of its bark. Recognizing its white color, Vrox walked closer to it.

He scratched his face, remembering her distaste for his beard.

With a punch to the bark that sent a bite of pain up his knuckles, he began to dig out more of the sap. He rubbed it on its face and neck, welcoming the soft burn. While the sap's properties didn't phase skin, it burnt hair off.

With arms full of fruits and the sap on his face, Vrox retraced his steps to the camp. Once he made it back, he found Kira entertaining a starstruck Rokan. He tuned into their conversation as he stopped by one of the tin buckets and splashed water on his face.

"You could fit people into a tiny box?"

"Well, not exactly," Kira corrected. "The people aren't put inside the television. It's more like a window. You know, I really shouldn't be telling you about this technology."

Kyros snorted. "Rokan is too stupid to remember which animals trigger his allergies. If you think he will be able to replicate this technology, you are sadly mistaken."

Rokan glared for all his irises were worth.

"If Draekon would stop bringing injured animals home, I would not be tempted to pet them."

"Draekon is another idiot."

Ignoring Kyros, Rokan scooted closer. "Can you tell me more about the people in the box?"

"I told you sons of mothers to let her rest," Vrox scolded.

Everyone turned to him.

"Fates, I haven't seen your face so bare since your voice was as high-pitched as Kira's."

Vrox wiped a water droplet that was trickling down his chin, gauging Kira's reaction. Her mouth was wider than a squar's nest.

He walked closer, and she stood up to avoid making eye contact with his shamelessly erect shaft.

"You... shaved."

He shrugged. "You wanted me to."

Kira swore that her ovaries had begun to melt. It was as if she had ignored men for so long that her neglected girly parts were flooding everything they had been holding back. Her own private tsunami saturated her inner thighs with wave after wave of liquid heat.

She devoured Vrox's lips with her eyes, and her mouth trembled with jealousy. He looked like a different male. His neck thicker, his jawline starker.

"You look..." she swallowed. "Handsome."

"I do not recognize this word."

"Oh, it means..."

She paused like an idiot.

"I like it."

He nodded. "That is good. I brought you food." He extended fruit– which was ironically pink.

No, thank you. I'd much rather chew on your lips.

"Kira?" Vrox called out when he caught her staring at his mouth again.

"R-right," she stammered. "Ah, sorry."

She took one of the fruits he offered and began to peel it. She had eaten it before, so she knew which parts were edible.

Vrox nodded at Rokan, silently calling him over.

"Is there something on my mouth?" he asked his brother discreetly.

Rokan frowned. "Nothing but your usual ugliness. Why?"

Vrox avoided the urge to hurt him.

"Go make those loincloths, or I'll poison you the next time you ask me for herbs."