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I was sure he would. “I like to be called a good girl,” I blurted out, slapping my hand over my mouth the moment I said it.

He rose from his chair.

I barely noticed the “god” sucking his chair into the shroom structure because Xax was stalking toward me on surprisingly light feet.

Stopping in front of me, he leaned over, caging me with his big palms on either side of my shoulders. His head dropped down close to my ear, and he purred. “You smell good.”

Swoon.

“I already know you taste good,” he drawled. “Be a good girl and show me how sweet you can be.”

Chapter 11

Xax

This game was fun because I could tell it was working. I could smell Amanda’s arousal in the air. It floated between us, a lure I had no will to resist.

And it came about because I’d called her a good girl.

Praise kink. I liked the term already.

She quivered beneath me, her eyelids closing and her plump pink lips parting. They’d lost their ruddy color, and that was a true shame.

But she had said we needed to wait a few days before taking this further, and I respected her. I craved her, but I wanted her for more than one moment. I was battling for a lifetime and while I’d use any weapon I was handed, I wouldn’t force this.

Because of that, I made myself back away from her and sit in a newly formed chair.

Her eyes snapped open. “Fuck.”

“Right now?”

“No fucking.”

I held in my smile. “I’ll keep praise kink in mind.”

“I’m sure you will.” Her body shuddered, and I could tell when she regained control. While the scent of her arousal still called to my cock, I did the same thing, struggling to maintain control. “Did your gods cause the disease?” she asked.

I shrugged. “No one knows.”

“Have you asked your god?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It no longer matters.”

“Sure it does. The answer could change things for you.”

“Like what?” I glanced around my nice home. “I don’t want to live in a crystal building like the Indigan Clan. Or stone homes and fly on winged creatures like the Dastalon Clan.”

“Don’t tell me you have dragons here,” she breathed.

“Dragons?” The word didn’t translate. “The creatures are enormous birds. They train them from the time they slip from their eggs. They’re amazing, but I have no wish to live like they do or to fly. My home is here. The god who deigned to control our village shrooms is happy and so am I.”

“I thought you said everyone abandoned their homes?” She stifled a yawn. We’d walked a long way today. This wasn’t new for me, but I suspected it was for her.

I hadn’t finished the story, but I could wrap it up quickly. “A few years ago, the Indigan Clan moved back into the still vibrant crystal structures. Others settled in the trees their ancestors had lived in. My clan planted spores to grow shrooms. The Dastalon still rode their birds, but they moved from the vast plains, back to their floating stone islands. My people are happier now, but we never recovered from the disease. Fewer young are born each year to replace our elders who die, and most of our younglings are male.”

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