Page 11 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
Cestapal’s eyes twinkle. “I hear on Lord Dante’s ship, they don’t bother with garments at all,” she says.
I roll my eyes. “It was very much optional on Darax’s ship too. Good if you like looking at male bums, but after a while, once you’ve seen one Sarkarnii bare bum, you’ve basically seen them all.” I shrug. “Not that it stopped Maggie looking.”
“You lived with the other females in Lord Darax’s sector?” Cestapal asks.
“Yes, I miss them.” I sigh. “Being taken from your planet isn’t fun, but meeting Kerra, Maggie, Rosalie, and Lydia made it a little better.”
I feel like if I say their names, they’re a little closer to me.
Cestapal looks thoughtful. “I might be able to get you something more comfortable, if you wish it,” she says.
“Will it still be a dress?”
The furry creature nods.
I consider my position. If it means I’m not squeezed into something which shows what I had for breakfast, it has to be a good idea.
“Yes, please.”
Cestapal smiles. Or grimaces. It’s hard to tell. She hurries to a small door which is more of a flap at the rear of Dexx’s quarters. I’ve already checked, and it is locked, at least when I approached it.
I don’t know where Dexx thinks I’m going to go. It’s not like I’ve got a space ship (or would know how to fly one if I did) to leave this planet. And I’m not in a hurry to get back to Earth.
But I guess it makes him feel big and powerful to keep me locked up in his dark ship. I grumble to myself about him being a big beast who should wind his neck in.
“Do you have sensitive scales?” A voice rumbles out of the gloom.
I jump about a foot in the air.
“Fuck’s sake, Dexx, how long have you been there?” I spin on the spot to come face to face with a huge set of abs.
At least he’s wearing pants, or I’d almost be face to…crotch with something else.
“Long enough,” he rasps. “You miss your friends, the other females?”
“What do you care?” I turn away from him, only to have a huge hand grip my shoulder and turn me back.
I resist, but it’s not enough. Dexx is huge, and he could snap me in half and not even notice it.
“I care,” he rumbles. “I care about my crew. I would not want to be separated from them.”
He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small rectangle, which I immediately recognize as the communication device I was given by Darax and which allows me to contact the others via a sort of text system.
It’s something we all took to immediately.
I snatch it from Dexx’s hand and see all the messages from my friends, quickly typing a reply to tell them I’m safe and with Dexx.
Instantly, I’m bombarded with concerned replies.
Dexx glares at the thing as it pops with the messages. I fear he might take it, so I turn it off.
“You have told them you are well?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr.
“Good. You will accompany me to the celebration.” He takes in my dress in a long look.
