In a freak accident, Kira, a NASA scientist, is teleported to a planet that has no women. When she's saved by an alien that thinks she's a boy, she fights to keep herself alive and her gender a secret. - • - Vrox's life has always been tranqil, unti...
Trigger warning: In this part, Vrox gets exploratory because he has never seen a woman before. However, non-consensual sexual activity does not take place, nor is it glorified.
Outrage coursed through them both.
Kira was infuriated by the violation of Vrox's gaze. His hands were heavy against her thighs, and his irises were taking what belonged to her.
How dare you! She wanted to seethe.
He had no business unwrapping the most sacred part of her. He might be from a different culture– species even, but he had to realize that her clothes and flinches were there for a reason.
Looks like men are assholes across all of the fucking universes.
"Who hurt you?" Vrox pushed. He knew that Kira couldn't answer, but he felt inclined to ask nonetheless. He was seeing red. No, not red, but a pitiful slip of pink on the child's crotch.
"I will crush whoever did this to you," he swore.
How could they dismember a child? Hurt the last innocence of their kind?
Disturbed with worry, he gripped Kira's knee and angled it up to reach her hip. He moved his face closer, trying to get a better view of what he was sure was an injury. He found a slit down there, but no signs of a penis or hair.
He growled out his fury, moving his attention to the texture covering Kira's chest.
To her horror, he began to pluck at her shirt. The threat of rape lurked over her, blocking the heat of fury and leaving her with the chill of anxiety.
She was vulnerable under his massive hands, reduced to a body available for probing. Her scream had been stolen from her and so was her fight. All she could do was lay there, feeling the warmth of his hands and anticipating the coldness of his cruelty.
A line was cut down her top, and he leaned down to get a look of her floral bra.
He touched the cups with gentle fingertips before reaching the line where cloth became skin.
Fuck!
He tugged a cup down, followed by the other. The wildness of her emotions was illustrated by her nipples. They were peaked, containing the scream in her chest.
She watched his furious facial expression, waiting for it to morph to interest, waiting for him to lick his lips with hunger for her flesh.
He didn't.
The giant gently pulled her bra cups back in place but slipped her shirt off her shoulders. He didn't put her skirt back on either.
She was rearranged so that she was lying on her back, and Vrox sat right next to her. To her relief, his hands seemed to lose interest in her body. He was no longer tugging at her clothes.
She analyzed the situation as her body remained asleep. Why did Vrox seem confused? Why did he lift her leg and stare at her vagina as if it were a puzzle?
Could it be that his kind had no women? Maybe the women come with different equipment?
Whatever the answer was, she was glad that Vrox was done playing gynecologist.
It took her multiple minutes to regain the ability to twitch her fingers. Her body felt crushed by gravity, so sitting up was out of the question until much later.
Vrox was quick to help her sit up when he recognized her struggles. His hands fell on her shoulders and claimed her weight. When she realized that he was guiding her to his lap, she palmed his chest and fought the position.
He didn't think much of it– as usual. The man was completely unaware of their gender difference, and the implication behind a female sitting on a male's lap. To him, she was a little brother in need of protection, not an adult of the opposite sex.
She panted as she stole a glance of his flaccid cock. He was the furthest thing from aroused, which meant a few things: either his kind didn't have the ability to harden their dicks, he didn't find her attractive, or the guy had no idea what sex was.
"How ironic," she panted as she clutched her head in an attempt to tame the spinning within it. "You probably think I'm an innocent little dove, but you're the innocent one here."
Vrox's heavy voice muttered something, but their language barrier blocked it.
He stood up, and she took that opportunity to reach for her skirt. It was wet and dirty, but she'd rather be under it than Vrox's scrutiny.
She stood up and tried to lift a leg into the skirt. The war inside of her head rejected the motion, and her ass was sent right back to the ground.
Vrox yelled something before stomping to her side and plopping her on his lap. The fight within her head left no space to fight him as well. She had no choice that time but to sit on his thighs.
One of his arms was wrapped around her back, while the other held a funny-smelling fruit under her nose. It smelled like a lemon, and she didn't expect the flavor to be very flattering. She wanted to reject it, but what choice did she have? She was starving, and her legs had disowned her so she couldn't exactly stand up and find her own food.
She was hopeless against the emptiness in her stomach and the planet's heat. As her hooded eyes stared at the alien's sharp features, she realized that she had become what she had always hated– a damsel in distress.
Determined to regain her strength to become her own savior, she opened her lips and allowed Vrox to feed her.
Just this once. I'll accept the help of a man just this once.
She bit down on the fruit and was greeted by juicy sweetness. Without bothering to chew, she swallowed and then bit down again.
"Eat slowly," Vrox warned as he flicked some hair away from Kira's mouth.
"Good boy."
Kira ate a few more bites. Eventually, her fatigue became too potent to ignore. Although she fought it, her body won the battle and tossed her into a portal.
Unconsciousness met her on the other side.
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