Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
ZAN
Lily is the most stubborn being I have ever encountered in my entire life.
I love that she is mine. Love that I am the one to get to tame this stubborn, willful, perfect, beautiful female. Me, and only me.
And all of those men left her wanting—she said I do not have to worry about going back to Earth and making them pay, because I have the final reward.
I am the one who gets to taste her honey, I am the one that she is begging for more.
I am the one who had her sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock.
And she acts like she is the one who has won, when I am the one who will win.
Adorable.
“There should be a change of clothes in one of the other panels,” I tell her. “All of these domes are equipped with supplies for the front.”
“Right,” she says, dragging out the word.
It doesn’t miss my notice that she is completely wobbly on her feet, like a newborn aalach-hinnen calf from my world. All because she is too stubborn to admit that she needs me to taste her again, that she needs my cock to fill her up with my seed.
That’s fine. If she wants to be stubborn, she can be stubborn. I will make her beg again soon enough, and she will get what she needs.
And I have an awful artificial intelligence to thank for that. Not that I ever will. If anything, I should thank my tongue, because it is the piece of me that loosened up the armor around my Lily’s heart enough for her to wobble so beautifully, her ass jiggling as she walks.
I like how she is a study in contrasts. Muscled legs and stomach, lean arms, with the tiniest buds of soft deliciousness for tits, and an ass that would make a lesser male weep.
I have a feeling I might be one of those lesser males one of these days. If she makes me work too hard to have her back, I might be brought to tears over that ass myself.
“Stop looking at me,” she says.
“Why should I?” I ask, still lounging on the bed.
“If you’re going to be insufferable about it, I’m not going to let it happen again.”
She keeps touching the wall panels in different spots, clearly not having any idea where the clothes are. And I don’t make a move to get up and help her, enjoying the show too much.
She lands on the compartment where the textile supplies are kept, including several changes for the bed, extra pillows and sheets, a quilt or two, and several days’ worth of clean clothes in the Draegon style.
“Ha,” she says as the compartment hisses open.
“You found it.”
“No thanks to you,” she snaps.
“Why would I deprive you of the pleasure of finding it yourself when you’re so proud?”
I track her every movement as she pulls out several blankets until she finds garments.
“You don’t know that I’m proud,” she tells me.
“I can scent your pride. Not to mention see it in the line of your body. Or have you forgotten that you’re currently naked?”
“Oh, did I forget that you ripped my clothes off last night?”
“Yes, and I tasted quite the thanks for that, didn’t I?” I smirk at her.
I get a glare as a reward, which I treasure, because it means that she’s paying attention to me.
And after what she did this morning, I very much want her to pay attention to me.
She likes this little power struggle game between us, and I’m happy to keep it going if it gives her a feeling of control in this awful scenario that she’s unwillingly ended up in.
Besides, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it myself.
“How are these even going to fit me?” she grumbles to herself, pulling on one leg at a time.
She has a typical battle suit, a one-piece tech fabric that will conform to her body, though I’ve never seen someone as small as Lily try to wear one before. But I have faith in the Draegon technology, even if I do not have faith in the Draegon planet anymore.
“I’m going to look like an idiot running around in grandma’s pajamas trying not to die. And I bet you’ll look hot in this.”
She glares at me as if the garment’s oversized features are my fault, and my fault alone.
“It will fit you,” I tell her.
She plucks at the fabric still hanging around her waist. I like that she isn’t covering herself for me anymore, that her little tits are out, bobbling around deliciously, asking to be bitten and teased.
“Oh yeah, because this is going to fit me great. Hmm. I’m, like, barely half your size, and you’re telling me this giant thing is going to fit me?”
“Well, why don’t you put it all the way on and see for yourself?” I offer.
“Oh, so you can laugh at me?”
“Lily, my sweet, there are many things I’m interested in doing with you, all of which I plan to explore in detail in the future. But laughing at you wearing too large clothing is not one of them. Believe it or not.”
She harrumphs, gives me one long last glare, then pulls the clothing on all the way.
The charcoal grey suit closes up in the front using microtechnology I don’t even begin to understand. As a soldier, I didn’t need to know how it worked. I just needed to know that it did.
It shrinks as it wraps around her body.
“Didn’t think that there was anything sexier than seeing you naked and spread out for me on that chair,” I say slowly, sitting up, marveling at her figure. “But now… now, I think maybe I like you better like this.”
“How the fuck did that happen?” she says, turning around and staring at herself, holding her leg out and examining the seam at the ankle. “That’s some crazy shit.”
“It’s not. It’s really pretty standard. It’s not even the good stuff, considering that’s the battle suit that most of the front-line wears. It’s cheap. It’s just that your Earth fabric must be terrible,” I tell her matter-of-factly.
“Gee, thank you so much for that wonderful summation of Earth technology.”
My forehead wrinkles as I try to understand her. “Do you have technology like this?”
“Of course we don’t,” she says, stomping around. “Now if there was just something to eat in here…” She moves around the walls
“Oh, let me guess, if I press this button right here it will—”
She presses the giant dome button on the side of the entryway before I can tell her not to, and the entire dome begins to sizzle, evaporating to leave no trace.
I sigh, getting up off the bed.
“What the fuck?” she says, stamping her little foot. “I don’t even have shoes on.”
“You just disintegrated it,” I tell her. “Once we are done with our biodomes, you push that button, and they do exactly what you just saw in order to leave no debris behind, even on the battlefield.”
She looks at me like I’m speaking a foreign language, and for a moment I wonder if her translator is broken. Then I realize this is probably another species problem.
“Does your kind not care about your planet?”
“Listen,” she says, crossing her arms then blowing a piece of hair out of her face with her bottom lip. “I am not in the mood to get into climate policy and ethics right now, okay?”
She rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this entire situation is.
“You’re telling me that Earth, your planet, is not being well taken care of?
That you don’t have even the cheapest of these fabrics?
” I gesture to the suit she’s wearing as I pull my pants back on.
I don’t miss the way her gaze drops to my cock as I tuck it into my waistband.
“And you’re upset about possibly moving to Sueva and having land of your own on a planet that’s well taken care of and probably the safest in the galaxy? ”
Her face scrunches up, and I can tell that she’s genuinely struggling with this.
I tilt my head. “Or is it that you’re so offended by the idea of spending your life with me?”
She doesn’t answer, but her eyes go wide, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too hard.
“Forget it,” I tell her, shaking my head. “Please don’t answer that.”
“Good morning,” a familiar voice booms, and we both spin around to find the AI hologram projected in front of us.
“Since you have chosen to destroy your dome, I can only assume that means that you’re ready to tackle today’s challenge.”
He gives a low whistle. “And boy, is it going to be a doozy.”
He grins at us, spreading his hands wide.
“Ah, fuck,” Lily says. “I do not like the sound of that.”
“Do not worry, Lily,” I tell her. “I have not trimmed my claws yet, and I won’t until you’re ready to mate with me. I will protect you from whatever this challenge is.”
I spread my wings out wide, making myself as menacing as possible. A breeze blows my hair out of my face, and I shake my head.
“Calm down, Fabio,” Lily says. “I can take care of myself.”
She absolutely cannot, but she looks so fierce that I don’t dare laugh at her.
Externally, at least.