The First She ✓

FORTY

Her squirming came to an abrupt halt when her stomach crackled as if it had its personal storm.

Vrox glanced down at her with wide eyes when shameful realization dawned on him. "Fathers and fates!" he whispered. "I forgot to feed you. Forgive me."

His brow split to accommodate his despair, making her laugh for completely different reasons.

"It's alright. It's not like you killed my puppy."

His arms tensed. "Will that happen if I do not feed you fast enough?"

Something told her that Vrox didn't know what a puppy was.

"What? No. I'm okay. Pinky promise."

He ran back to the seating area of the camp, placing her on one of the logs that surrounded the pile of burnt wood.

"I will be back!" he declared before running toward the crop field. It surprised her how his loincloth didn't slip off his hips.

She shook her head but was unable to dismiss her smile from her face. She watched at Rokan and Kyros, who stood by a section of the wall and inspected a damaged log. Ni'ev was nowhere in sight, but she was used to his mysteriousness.

She thought of touring the territory, but all thoughts about exploring faded once she skimmed her eyes over the wooden panels that gated the entrance. While she was cocooned with safety and making out with her hot alien, Nebula was getting dragged through Ezron's wilderness by Ezron's twisted crown prince. She doubted that the brute Ak was giving her eskimo kisses.

"Female."

She turned to Vrox. He was seated beside her, offering a different type of fruit. She took it without asking questions. It didn't matter what this fruit was because Nebula was probably eating scraps.

She fussed with the pomegranate-like ball, trying to figure out how to peel it. Vrox took it into his own hands and peeled it for her before promptly returning it. She nibbled on it, her joy stumped. It tasted sour, but she reminded herself that she was in no place to complain.

Ever so often, she spat a seed out and kicked dirt over it.

"What is it that you are doing?"

She covered another seed.

"I'm covering them with dirt. Maybe they'll grow to a plant one day."

Vrox grinned and pet her hair the same way he used to do back when he thought that she was a boy.

"That is not how planting works."

She shrugged. "I never saw much greenery on Earth, so I guess that's where the urge comes from."

Vrox reached down for an ankle, pulling it to his lap to inspect her healed injury. The scab had been replaced by pink skin, promising that it would be as good as new in a day or two.

"This looks good," he mused, turning her foot slightly to get a new angle. "Are you sure that you do not need paste for your slit?"

"My slit," she echoed. "Is not injured."

"But it is bleeding. When will it stop?"

"In about five days."

Vrox squirmed in his seat, still discomforted by her vagina's hobbies.

"There are many things about you that I like, but this is not one of them."

"Oh yeah?" she returned. "What do you like, then?"

It didn't take him long to reply. "Your height, for one. It is easy to snatch you because your tiny legs cannot carry you away from me. Then there is your body. It is plum. Your chest balls, for instance–"