"Did she just speak our tongue?"

The men looked like they just teleported to Earth.

Welcome to the team, boys.

Kira closed her eyes, the clash between the brightness of the day and the blackness of her pupils being too painful to handle.

"Jesus. I have a headache the size of Jupiter," she mumbled.

"What is Gu–peter?"

"What is Gi–sus?"

"How did you learn the language so quickly?"

She frowned, hearing all of the men's voices but Vrox's. His arms were still locked around her, strong her even though their owner's mind was slack with shock.

"I'm not from here. Nebula and I are from a planet called Earth," she was able to deliver through her cloud of drowsiness.

"Why are you here? Were you sent?"

"It was an accident, a terrible accident. I shouldn't be here. I don't belong here."

She felt Vrox flinch as if trying to jump away from the cruelty of her words. The quick tensing of his muscles echoed through her. It was a strange sensation since the warrior never winced.

Gathering the strength to lift her eyelids, she reached both hands to his face and cupped his face. Even his face hadn't been spared from the roughness of the planet. He had a small scar near his hairline that she hadn't noticed before, and a longer one hiding behind his beard.

She pulled his face closer, needing him to bend down to eliminate the gap between them.

Their foreheads met. Two jungles of knowledge were centimeters away. The lakes of their eyes remained mixed, and not even the pain in Kira's head could ripple the gratitude that was swimming in them.

"Thank you for being with me," she breathed.

He blinked, his long eyelashes kissing her own.

He had said so many things to her over the course of their adventures– threatening her, clumsily offering words of comfort, questioning her physique, scolding her tantrums, making promises. It was as if he had whispered so much exasperation, chuckles, questions, and vows, that he had run out of words.

What was he supposed to reply to the boy-turned-female whose intimate touches and intricate body roared a second Scaling in him?

"What are those bumps on your chest?" Rokan blurted, taking away Vrox's responsibility to reply.

Kira pulled her face away, but her chest, to Vrox's delight, arced against his.

"Uh... they're called..."

She stopped when she realized that she couldn't find the translation for breasts.

"Breasts," she delivered in English.

"What is their purpose?" Rokan asked.

"To... feed babies."

The men's face scowled with what looked like disgust, their fangs peeking out of their parted lips.

"The females of your species feed blood to babies?"

Kira couldn't help but laugh."No. Breasts produce..."

She struggled to find a word for milk.

"Milk. It's a white liquid that tastes neither sour or sweet."

Their disgust returned.

"You feed babies semen?"

"No!"

The men looked even more confused.

"Kira."

Although all of the men had deep voices, Vrox's always stunned her. It was as if he could yell without raising his voice, lassoing the attention of all ears– and pussies– nearby.

"Yes?" she breathed.

"I did not notice that you were a female because of my age. The Vanishing took the women from our planet many years ago. I was young when it happened, and don't remember the characteristics of women."

"The Vanishing?" she repeated.

"One day, females of all ages instantaneously vanished. No one knows where they went or why it happened. It has been around fifteen snowfalls since then."

Her head reeled with questions.

"What's a snowfall?"

"Every five hundred suns, snow falls on the planet for one sun. I have lived to see twenty snowfalls."

The richness of his voice made it hard to concentrate on his words. He spoke slowly and at an even pace, and with a depth that was hypnotizing.

"So," she said in English before switching back. "You were five years old when it happened? Why don't you remember?"

"An accident erased my memories. Drakkon is younger than me. He does not remember either."

"I'm sorry, Vrox."

His eyes ate her.

"It was a long time ago."

As her heart ached for him, her head ran trying to computerize all the numbers.

Five-hundred times twenty equals ten-thousand days. Ten-thousand divided by three-hundred and sixty-five is twenty-seven. Vrox would be twenty-seven years old on Earth, assuming this planet has 24 hours in a day.

"There are older men that will immediately recognize your gender. There are only a few handfuls of boys left on the planet, and even they are bigger than you."

"I know I look different," she drew out, throwing a guilty look at his brothers. "That's why I didn't want you to bring me here. I was afraid they would recognize me."

She began to chew on her bottom lip as her mind went into overdrive. A thick thumb plucked her lip free of her gnawing teeth.

"You will cut yourself again. I have applied enough medicine on you to last a lifetime."

"She has more injuries other than her foot?" Ni'ev asked.

Kira's eyes widened while her thighs shut. She had no intention of explaining to Vrox's brothers that he had thoroughly coated her clit with medicine.

Vrox narrowed his gaze but didn't answer Ni'ev. He didn't want any male's thoughts slipping down to the gift between Kira's thighs. He had every intention of asking why she had so eagerly allowed him to touch her southern lips the last time he was between her legs, but this wasn't the right time.

"Once men discover who you are, they will try to breed you forcefully."

She swallowed but didn't stop him from continuing.

"Can your species be impregnated by more than one man at a time?"

The question was about as absurd as her situation.

"Well... yes, but that is extremely rare."

Vrox nodded. "I must swell you with my child to protect you."

I must swell you with my child.

"Well, geez, at least buy me a drink first," she blurted, using the joke as a coping mechanism.

Vrox crooked his head. "Why would I need to get you a beverage to mount you? Is that a ritual you have back in your home?" He stopped to think. "Very well. I will get you a drink, and complete whatever other trials are required of me to gain the right to plant my seed in you."

She picked at her skirt anxiously, wishing her foot wasn't injured so she could pace.

It looks like mom's wishes will come true after all.

On the bright side, you'd be fucking Vrox instead of another man.

On the dark side, you'll probably have to drink medicine to fix your torn insides after he's done with you.

SURVEY

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