Page 6 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“I said I clean up after them, which is in the Paralnyi nature. We take, we hoard, we make, we sell,” Cestapal says. “And the Sarkarnii allow us to do what we desire.”
I sit down heavily on the edge of the dip and stare into my lap. After all my energy in attempting to get free has gone, all the adrenaline has left me too. I am exhausted.
“Good for you,” I say.
“You need food,” Cestapal says.
“I need the bathroom,” I reply as my bladder makes itself known. Twisting, I look around the quarters, wondering if the loo is in the same place as it was on Darax’s ship, before heaving myself to my feet and making my way to where it should be.
The door slides open at my approach, and I enter the most opulent bathroom I’ve ever seen. For all Dexx’s quarters are spartan, this bathroom is something else. An aquium bath twice the size of the one in the female quarters rolls with hot water. The walls are covered in what looks like marble, all save the far one which is a huge mirror, somehow staying clear in the steam.
I quickly use the loo, which is, like the others I’ve encountered, familiar enough to determine its function. I had long discussions about alien toilets with my friends, about how they seem to be the same. We eventually came to the conclusion either aliens use them…or they don’t. At least that’s what Kerra and Rosalie, who have spent time on a ship not crewed by the Sarkarnii, believe.
A sob wells up inside me. I miss my friends. I don’t want to be a prisoner…again.
Which is when the door snaps open and a huge shape fills the gap with a growl. A filthy Sarkarnii with only one eye.
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The female has urinated, the scent of it thick in the air. It is like a scent from the ancestors. Everything about her smells incredible. I huff out as much smoke as I can before I suck her down deep into my lungs.
“Lights,” I growl.
The lights within the aquium and my quarters lower and my headache eases. It’s always worse in the nova-hours after my time in the mines in full Sarkarnii shift. I stomp past the female and undo my pants, pull my cock from its pouch, and piss.
The female squeaks with alarm and shoots out of the door.
I admit, my cock is large, even in its sleeping state, although I did not expect her to be frightened of it. Sarkarnii females always want to inspect the goods closely before any mating takes place. They have certain standards they hold a male to.
I find it hard to believe the little female could find my cock too small or not fit for its purpose. But then, I have not met a hoo-man before. I fill my aquium with several growls and plenty of smoke as I consider sluicing the dirt off my scales. They itch, and the water looks inviting, but the Paralnyi has left food for my female, and I am required to feed her as she has not yet eaten, as is the way of my clan.
I am determined to do things right with this female. To ensure she doesn’t envenomate me.
Maybe, somehow, she will give me relief from the headaches, from all the noise. Even from the desperate need to shift to stay sane.
I hear the Paralnyi’s thoughts. As usual, they are a grumble about the amount of work the Sarkarnii make, but something else too. She is concerned for my female.
She is concerned the female doesn’t understand how dangerous I am.
And she is not wrong.
The door to my aquium slides open, and I catch the female with her hand halfway to her mouth. She has a slice of meat folded into a small, sweet kifyli.
“Stop,” I snarl.
But she does not. Instead the female stares directly at me and bites down on the strange concoction, her blunt little teeth slicing into the food in a way which makes my cock tingle and my hips twitch.
I don’t want to imagine how painful her bite will be without fangs, but at the same time, I am already thinking about it.
Wanting it.
Providing it is a claim, not a rebuke.
She chews the food. Glaring at me. Her mind a complete blank.
“Did you not hear me?”
“I heard your growl just fine,” she says, taking another bite.
