Dante
Ilike kizzing with Rosalie a lot. I could kizz with her for a very long time, but I am afraid I might run out of saliva and use accelerant instead.
She stares up at me, one hand on my chest where it feels like it’s burning my scales, but in a good way, and the other resting on her thigh.
A scent rises from her, better than anything I’ve ever had the fortune to smell. It is absolute perfection, and it makes me want to kizz her in places other than her mouth. Like on the creamy skin of her inner thighs, where there were no scales and where my eyes were constantly drawn.
“You’ve never mated before?” Rosalie queries.
“I was appointed to this command straight out of my warrior training. There was no time for mating, not once we’d lost our planet and were attempting to reclaim our place in our original galaxy.”
“But you had females on board. All the ships did until you came through the worm hole.”
I block out the sounds, the ones which haunt all our unconscious thoughts, the loss of our females.
“We did, but our ship had relatively few. Those who were on board were responsible for tending to the sarkarnlings in stasis.”
“About the children,” Rosalie says. “I think they would benefit with mixing with your crew. And I think your crew would benefit from possibly a little more structure…”
She squeezes up her face strangely as she says these things. I’m not entirely sure I like what she’s doing so I lean in and give her another kizz.
Rosalie blinks up at me with big eyes which are the most beautiful color, a bright blue like the inside of a nebula.
“I have no experience with sarkarnlings, save when I was one,” I reply.
“I mean, I don’t know much about kids, not really, but I can’t imagine many children who don’t benefit from being part of a wider society, and I think your warriors would benefit too.”
I think for a while.
“I agree. It would give them something else to do. It would force them to control themselves for a while, with or without the narcotics. I know my warriors, and no warrior would ever harm a sarkarnling.”
“So, they can be let out of their…quarters?” Rosalie says excitedly.
“If you would be willing to supervise,” I suggest.
“Me?”
“My warriors have a healthy fear of you now. They would be on their best behavior.” I grin at her.
“And, um, the other thing?” Rosalie averts her eyes from me and stares at her hand in her lap.
“I know it’s not my place. I know I’ve been here less than twenty-four hours, but it seems to me your warriors are at their best, or the best they can be, when they have structure.
Like those who went to guard the scout ship when it landed. ”
“I love my crew as if they are my brothers. They have done things I have asked them to without question and more.” I kizz my little flame again because I like kizzing her. “I brought them through the worm hole, I put them in their current state, I want them to be able to do what they want.”
Rosalie studies my face and stays silent. I wonder if she is considering envenomating me, but I think there would be more signs.
“However, I appreciate some structure is needed to avoid situations like this morning.”
“Perhaps not everyone in the dining hall at once,” Rosalie suggests. “That would be a start.”
“Your word is my command, my little flame.”
She places both her hands against my chest, staring up into my face, looking over me carefully.
“I don’t mean to overstep, Dante,” she says. “If you think your crew wouldn’t like this, then don’t do it on my account. Like I said, I’ve been here no time at all, and if it’s not my place, then please ignore me.”
Rosalie tries to pull away from me, but I won’t let her.
“Sometimes it takes a fresh pair of eyes to lift us up.” I stroke my thumb over her fine, scaleless skin.
“And sometimes innovation comes out of change. I do not care how long you have been here, little flame. If you wish to set fire to the way we do things, I consider it is for the better, not the worse.”
Her eyes light up, and she puts her hand on my shoulder, an area I might never wash again, unless it is to lick it clean and know she was with me.
“Thank you, Dante. That means more than you could ever know.”