Page 9 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

Wait.

What?

Darax has the sort of form which would have made the ancient sculptors weep. His perfectly formed abs run into a deep ‘v’ at his waist.

But where he should have his junk? Nothing.

Nothing but a bulge covered by smooth, dark scales.

I’m genuinely lost for words, opening and closing my mouth like a fish. How attractive.

“Do you like what you see, female?” Darax rasps.

“I…don’t seeanything,” I whisper.

“Ah, you wish me to unpouch my cock?” he says.

“What? No!” I shriek, running across the room and turning my back on him.

“Shame,” Darax says. “I am told it is quite magnificent.”

I’m full of noises I didn’t think I could make today as a low whimper escapes me. I risk a look back at Darax, whose intentions I’m not entirely sure of, but rather than stalking me with hiscock out, he is, in fact, sliding into the big bath with a loud sigh of satisfaction.

This was not what I was expecting. I thought there would be screams, chases, and…the other thing.

The sense of relief which rushes over me is tempered by the fact I’m right next to the statue. The big heavy one.

The one which might be enough to do some damage to a Sarkarnii. I pick it up and make my way around the room so I can get back to the bathroom without Darax seeing.

If I rush at him, if I get to him before he gets to me, I might be able to get him to find Rosalie’s escape pod. I might be able to force him to help me find her.

It’s a long shot, but I have to try.

“I suggest you put down the fertility statue before you hurt yourself, little snack,” Darax growls, his words taking on a hollow ring accompanied by splashing.

“Fertility statue?” I hold the thing out.

Now I look at it… it does resemble…a large member.

Why the hell did I not notice that before?

I drop the thing, and it rolls away, dropping into the bed pit.

Darax makes a noise which could be a laugh. My blood rises.

Mr. Muscles, Scales, and Claws might think this is funny, but then he’s the one with all the power in this situation.

I eye the discarded laser rifle.

It’s about time I changed up this dynamic.

DARAX

Asoft click means I open one eye from where I’m reveling in the hot water. It’s soothing my ever itchy skin, even if I’m no closer to a shed. My cock is pressing hard at my pouch, and I’d usually indulge in some self-care when in my bath.

But this time I have a fragrant female in my quarters and something is stopping me. The same thing which is setting my blood on fire, making my hips twitch, making me playful where I’d normally be tearing off heads.

I’m staring down the barrel of my own laser rifle. It seems my little female is very serious about freeing herself. At least this plan is a better one than using the old award I have for the flight games. The one I told her was a fertility statue. I’d rather not have been hit in the head with it.

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