Page 40 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
I inwardly curse my current form.
“Everything down here is Sarkarnii. Vorostor had not been mined until we arrived.”
Scarlett shrugs. “Well, this isn’t Sarkarnii, but the pad can’t work out what its origins are.”
“Can it tell us what it does?” I dip my head. “And why it smells so nevving bad?”
“It smells bad?” Scarlett queries, sniffing at the air. “I can’t smell anything.”
“I am in my Sarkarnii form.” I take a step back. “I expect I can scent much better than you.”
Scarlett looks up at me and smiles.
My knees, all of them, go weak at the sight of her teeth. My cock, hitherto relatively dormant, pushes at my pouch.
I do not know if Scarlett is ready to take me in my Sarkarnii form. I have to resist her.
“I think I can get it out.” She puts the pad to one side and delves into the rock, twisting and pulling until the slender tube comes free.
The terrible smell cuts off, and I feel like I can breathe again, releasing a cloud of smoke to clear my nostrils.
“Still bad?” she asks.
“It’s gone,” I respond.
“Maybe it was some sort of Sarkarnii repellant,” Scarlett suggests with a twinkle in her eyes. “I could have done with it a few days ago.”
“I’m following the rules, am I not?” I respond.
“Yes, Dexx, you are following the rules,” Scarlett says, holding the tube in her hand.
“Then I am a good mate.” I feel my heart beat faster, my head spin, and the mating mix fill my veins.
I have to be at least three-quarters mating mix by now.
I think I like it.
SCARLETT
Dexx sways in front of me, his huge eyes half-lidded. I look down at the alien cylinder in my hand and see it has two lights blinking.
Whatever it is, somehow I think it’s having an effect on Dexx. After all, he insisted he could smell something where I could not.
Could it have done something to the Sarkarnii who were working down here too?
I shove the item back under the pad and do what I can to obtain any further information, specifically looking for any chemical compounds it might be exuding. The pad flashes an answer.
Paraxio.
“What is paraxio?” I ask Dexx who is drooling slightly.
I’m relatively certain drooling is not a natural state for a Sarkarnii.
“Paraxio?” he asks, a slur to his words as if his teeth are too big for his mouth.
Which is unlikely.
“Thisthingis emitting something called paraxio.”
