The First She ✓

FORTY THREE

"I wonder how much your people knew," she mused.

"There is a legend..." he began, sitting on what looked like a metal stool and patting his thigh. Without thinking twice, she walked over and accepted his seat.

Vrox placed an arm around her waist and stared at the empty fireplace.

"The legend says that once, Ezronians roared through the skies, traveling in metal boxes. They were one with the fates, sailing through the blue sky. However, something happened that grounded their power. The government failed, society crumbled, and Ezronians crawled into darkness."

Her breath hitched. "What do you think it was?"

Vrox's arm subconsciously tightened around her. "I think that what my brothers and I experienced fifteen snowfalls ago was not the first Vanishing."

She tensed against his chest, the idea of the phenomenon striking terror across all of her cells. If the Vanishing was orchestrated not once but twice, then who is to say that it won't happen again?

She survived getting separated from Earth, but she knew that she wouldn't if she was ripped from Vrox's arms.

"Be at ease. It is only a legend. There are no records that prove this," Vrox promised.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I have asked Ak about this many times. As sons of the commander, we had access to documents no other Ezronian did. In his boyhood, Ak never came across any proof that certified this as history. We have also asked our father and elderly men that we came across in our travels. Everyone believes it is mere folklore."

She wasn't convinced. The definition of science fiction changed the second she was teleported off Earth. If she could get teleported out of her solar system, then she couldn't dismiss this legend as being nonsense.

By the look of things, Ezronians had once been masters of flight– possibly even space travel. Their advancements were crippled by a Vanishing, pulling society to a dark age.

She sighed. For now, this would remain a mystery.

She slid off Vrox's thigh and walked over to the row of heavy hammers. "They look so heavy. Ni'ev spends his day lifting these things over his head?"

Vrox shrugged. "Yes, he spends more time here than the others. I only come in here to repair my blades."

"What is that?" she asked, pointing to a container of what looked like black tar.

"That is blurak. It turns cold once exposed to sunlight."

Her eyes widened, mind reeling with how many inventions she could use the substance for.

"That's so cool! I wonder if you guys have the same periodic elements as Earth."

"We do not have pe-rods here; not even our women had them."

She laughed at his confusion, walking over to kiss his forehead.

"I said periodic elements, not period. Everything in the universe is made up of small blocks of life. Nebula would do a much better job of explaining this. She studied geography the earth in our home. I studied... how to make things."

Vrox adored the excitement in her small, round face.

"I could use this stuff for so many things! Oh, I could make you a freaking refrigerator. You guys wouldn't have to go out and hunt for food every day, so..."

Her animated rant about creations inspired him to make his own creation with her– a child.

Her arms swayed as she explained whatever the mothers a refrigerator was, her breasts joining the lesson. He stared at the dress that covered them, imagining a child pressed against them.

A child! A creature as soft, pudgy, short, and animated as his Kira.

Vee hopped around Kira's legs, seeming to be as energized as she was. Vrox looked at the latest addition to the family. If Kira took such great care of Vee, then she would make a wholesome mother.

"Of course, I would have to figure out what to do during the nights when the sun disappears. Do you guys have a substance that turns cold once it's exposed to moonlight? I could replace the coating on the metal with–"

He tugged her forward, returning his queen to the throne on his lap. Leaning down, he smashed her mouth against hers, swallowing her innocent joy and mature intelligence.

Her interest in improving their lifestyle made him want to roar and beat his chest with fulfillment. Kira wanted to be here– with him.

She moaned a sweetly feminine note as she kissed him back, clutching onto his scaled bicep without knowing how erotic the move was.

He filled his hands with two greedy clutches of her hips and marked her neck with kisses.

"Damn, if I knew refrigerators turned you on so much, I would have talked about them a long time ago," she chuckled in English.

It amazed him how the lips he knew so well produced such alien words.

He returned to her lips, wanting to show his appreciation of her exoticness.