Page 18 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

The warrior bringing the other female has already put her in one of the two medical pods. It hums into life over her.

“I’m not going in one of those,” Kerra says.

“You need to. You were injured.”

“What makes you think I can’t heal myself?” She wriggles but then hisses with pain.

“If you could, you would have done so by now.” I stride over to the other pod and activate it.

Kerra squirms more in my arms.

“No! Really, Darax, I can’t go in there. I can’t!” Her voice rises in pitch and the bitter scent I’ve had from her before increases.

“You will,” I growl as the pod opens.

“Darax. No,” Kerra says, her voice hoarse. “I’m claustrophobic. I can’t go in small spaces like this. It was bad enough on the Bloar pirate ship, but not here…”

“I wish for you to be well.” I place her on the edge of the pod. Her feet don’t reach the ground. “And to be well, you need to go in this.”

Kerra has her arm wrapped around her abdomen. Her body is stiff like the way a warrior holds himself before I have to bawl him out to shift and get healed.

“I can’t.” She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. “If there’s no other way, I’ll just have to heal on my own.”

“And how long will that take?”

“I’m guessing I broke a rib or two, so I don’t know, a few weeks,” she breathes out at the floor.

“What if I come in with you?” I suggest.

“Darax, the whole concept of fear of small spaces means if you get in with me, it’ll be even smaller and even more scary.” Kerra laughs harshly, her breath hitching in pain as she does.

“I can be a distraction,” I rumble.

My female looks up at me, her eyes filled with pain and fear, neither of which I like in the least.

“If I’m in there with you, we can get out anytime,” I add.

“Yeah, I’ve seen how you deal with getting into places,” she mutters, still staring at her feet, or maybe mine.

“Then, should you be frightened, you will have an idea of how fast I can get out of places, wherever I am.”

Kerra lifts her head, and there is a hint of a smile.

“It does hurt.”

The flash of rage I feel at whoever set the pulsar trap is almost overwhelming. I manage, just, to tamp it down inside me, to hold onto an element of decorum which I rarely do.

Kerra makes me.

“This machine can make it not hurt.”

Kerra looks over her shoulder at the pod. Then she looks around me at the other pod with the hoo-man inside. It’s translucent, the female inside clearly visible.

“Okay,” Kerra says, biting at her bottom lip with her blunt teeth.

My cock pushes hard at my pouch, but as I’m now pantsless, I do my level best to think about calculating wormhole tolerances in order to stop it from emerging.

I cannot, I should not, rut for this little creature. Not only is she too fragile for me, but rutting is death.

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