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I am not looking forward to it.
I will, however, be leading and organizing the patrol, as ordered by King Kriseri. I know that this is a good step forward in my career here.
It means that he actually trusts you with something, I assure myself as I try not to express my disgust at the raucous laughter that rings through the barracks.
Last night after I came back from my patrol, I heard the news.
Dransa and several other soldiers have brought a group of human women onto the palace grounds.
And they’re meant for us.
Most of the soldiers in Kriseri’s guard do not have time to find naga mates, or even a naga woman to relieve stress with. I know a lot of my fellow soldiers have been complaining about this. Naga women have high standards, and require a lot of time and attention to get them into bed.
To properly focus on the coming war, we can't afford to be distracted. Not even, or maybe especially, by something as frivolous as our biological urges.
That is how Dransa came up with this brilliant idea.
I cannot help but wrinkle my nose as Dransa describes exactly what he is going to do to one of the human women when he is finally alone with her.
As disgusted as I am by the idea of sleeping with a human woman just to relieve stress, I know I cannot be overtly opposed to the idea. I need to maintain a good relationship with the rest of the soldiers in King Kriseri’s guard. If I do not, there is no telling how quickly they’ll turn against me.
And even though I am quite sure that I have Kriseri’s support, I cannot overthrow Lodra with just a fat old King.
I’ll need the support of the entire Yadatian military behind me.
Terrian, another naga soldier who is close friends with Dransa, walks up to me and nudges me conspiratorially as he tells me about the human women.
“We got a whole variety of them. There’s someone for every one of us. Kryon has placed dibs on the biggest one. He says he likes them soft.”
“Have you been with a human woman before?” My voice is curious, though tinged with disgust, and I look at Terrian with fascination.
He shrugs and winks at me.
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. But what I will say is, those human women know how to perform when they’re desperate.”
Dransa and Kryon overhear this, and both of them burst into laughter before they slap Terrian on the back for what was apparently a very good joke.
This is where you pretend to be excited, a voice in my head reminds me, and I let out a small laugh in response to the others as if I agree with everything they’re saying.
“It’s time for you to go to the cells,” Dransa tells me as I straighten my uniform. I walk away from the group’s raucous discussion about how they’re going to fuck the human women.
“You need to pick out the one you want. I don’t want any overlap. I don’t want anyone starting fights over who gets a particular girl first.”
Dransa’s voice is serious so I sigh and nod reluctantly as he leads me out of the barracks.
The air is warm and dry, as it always is in Yadat.
How in the name of Vatia does anything grow here?
I shift my uniform, which is sticking to me uncomfortably as sweat immediately starts flowing down my back.
The cells are about a mile away from the back of the palace, and cool air envelops us as soon as we enter.
Dransa leads me down to the lower level of the cells, and I hear them. Women whispering among themselves, singing. Laughing, even.
They must hear us because they fall silent.
“Have a look.” Dransa gestures at the cells. “You have one of the first picks since you’ve become Kriseri’s favorite.”
