“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.
