Page 20 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

Something tickles my mouth, something unexpected, not unpleasant but enough to have me release Darax.

His tongue swipes out of his mouth to waver over his lips.

I gasp.

It is forked.

“Darax…” I can’t stop staring. “You have two tongues!”

“Females should be pleasured,” he rumbles. “Do your males not have two?”

All of my body is tingling pleasantly, almost as if I’ve been made weightless. My mind descends to the gutter all too swiftly as I wonder exactly what other parts of Darax are different.

“No.” I laugh, and it comes out as a cackle. “They have a single tongue like mine.”

“Then how do they give you pleasure?” he asks, and it’s clear he’s serious.

“Some human men find a way, some don’t.”

Darax growls under his breath, and yet again I see a curl of smoke he swiftly inhales.

“Then hoo-man males are poorly served to pleasure their females. Sarkarnii males are not in such a position. Our females are properly pleasured and we are well schooled in such pleasures.”

The light-headedness I’m feeling increases. It makes me giggle at his strange words.

“So, you have other ways of pleasuring afemale?” I ask, voice filled with mirth.

“I have plenty of ways, if you wish me to show you,” Darax rasps.

Well, it would be rude not to…

KERRA

Somehow, rational thought asserts itself over the giggly part of my brain which is about to give in to the handsomeness of Darax.

The pod chimes, and the canopy disappears in an instant.

Darax stares at me before blinking slowly.

“Oh, are we done?” I say briskly. “That’s a relief.”

My lips are still slightly rough where he kissed me, my lady parts the only remaining bits of my body which are tingling like mad.

I kissed an alien…and I liked it.

I also can’t imagine this is going to lead anywhere good. So, I sit up and look around.

The other pod is empty of Lydia. My cheeks color at the thought she might have worked out what was going on in our pod.

Darax stretches out luxuriously, his tail flopping over his abdomen, a large bulge where his genitalia should be. He pulls at his tail before his hand descends further and scratches himself.

I guess males are males, whatever galaxy you find yourself in.

“Lord Darax, we’re docking with Vorostor Central.”A metallic voice comes out of nowhere.

Darax sits up with a sigh and a puff of smoke from his nostrils.

“This is going to be interesting,” he says, swinging his legs over the side of the pod and then helping me out.

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