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I nod stiffly at him, and keeping my hand on the hilt of my sword, I look around the cells.
There are two women per cell, and they range in age, size, skin tone, and beauty.
I don’t think I find any of them more or less beautiful than a naga woman, but they’re fucking human.
Aesthetically, they might be fine, but good looks won’t make fucking them any better.
I stop at the last cell. Two women inside sit with their backs to me.
“Turn around.” I bark the order at them, and they both do.
One of them is tall and pale with short black hair and gray eyes.
The other one…
I tilt my head to the side as I examine her contemplatively.
I am still repelled by the mere presence of these women, but the other one in the cell is actually fuckable.
She doesn’t look like she’d talk back, either, not like Aurora or Lorelai.
The human woman who has grabbed my attention is short and slim, although I can see that she is strong despite her small frame.
She has curly red hair and an almost sweet face. Her eyes are large and round, rimmed by the softest, longest, eyelashes I have ever seen. She has high cheekbones and full round cheeks. Her cheeks are dimpled sweetly, and I find myself swallowing.
“What is your name?” I practically growl the words at her.
She shudders before answering.
As if she finds me disgusting.
Anger surges through me at the possibility that she might find me disgusting. Me!
I am the superior species here. You should feel privileged to have the chance with me, I think, annoyance rising in me.
“My name…” Her voice is breathless, throaty, and low. I can almost hear her moaning my name. “My name is Maya.”
I nod, turn quickly, and walk back to Dransa, who looks at me expectantly.
“You need to put your contingent through their paces before you go on patrol. I’m sure you know this, but we need to keep them in the best shape they can be in,” Dransa tells me.
I nod in distracted agreement. I am still thinking about Maya and the shape of her lips.
But I push the thought of her out of my mind and head for one of the training rooms inside the barracks, where some of the naga who will be patrolling with me tonight are waiting.
“Okay,” I growl at them. They fall silent. They can clearly sense my mood. “You know what to do. I want to see you giving your best.”
A sense of satisfaction washes over me, pushing away the sudden anger that flooded me because of my preoccupation with Maya. I watch them train, my arms crossed over my chest.
I fall into training after a few hours, too, and I spar with several of the soldiers. We train until just before our patrol shift starts, and when we finish up, we head to the baths.
The conversation turns back to the women because Dransa, Kryon, and Terrian are already finishing up in the baths.
“I can’t wait to be with her,” Kryon practically moans, and the rest of the soldiers whistle and cheer.
“She’s everything I ever wanted in a woman. You just can’t get a naga like her. She’s got all these curves, and she has a great smile.”
“She’s old, though,” Dransa comments.
