- His pants are getting really dirty, and I’m not at all sure they are really magic.
- His boots sure weren’t if they fell off that easily in the mud.
- He smells really, really good.
- That cock of his… when I recall it, there’s a surge in my stomach. I can’t get it out of my mind.
- I wonder who our spies are.
- I also wonder if their friends will welcome us on the other side. I mean, those spies have to be cavemen. Like Caronerax said, one of the parties of spies were hostile to him and curious about me. That sounds like cavemen. If so, they will probably know about my village, and they might be helpful. But unless they have a nice helicopter laying around, how much help can they really be? And Ashlynn’s letter said that most of the tribes had turned on us. That’s a possibility we girls have talked about. There’s not much for the cavemen to gain by being allied with us — we don’t have all that much to offer them.
- I hope we’re soon at the island, because all the blood has been flowing to my head, and my face must be a similar tone to a tomato.
- One of the bulbs on his cock kind of resembles a tomato, round, but not perfectly so. Like a flattened ball with spiralled ridges.
- Who is Caronerax, anyway? He’s not an ordinary dragon. Anyone can see that. What kind of dragon would their king use as an agent? A smart and strong one, of course. Caronerax fits that bill. But I wonder if I’m missing something here.
- I worry about him getting weaker. I still feel totally right in shooting him back there, during the earthquake — if he had nothing bad in mind, he should have been less aggressive. But I don’t want him to die. Or to get any worse. I have serious trouble thinking of a future where I don’t feel this safety or the total thrill about being this close to a deadly creature, and still being entirely safe. I think I kind of understand what fighter pilots feel, sitting on top of gigantic power with immense destructive potential, but then somehow making it work for you. Except I can’t make Caronerax do anything, of course. He does what he wants.
- I wish I could scratch the back of my knee!
- If I curl my hand around his hips, I can grab his rod from here. Give him some pleasure while he’s carrying me.
- How much longer now? That island was only a couple of miles—
Caronerax lifts me off him and deposits me on firm ground. “Here we are.”
I’m dizzy for a couple of seconds, then look around.
This island in the swamp is like a tiny slice of heaven.
It’s the size of a football field. But no football field was ever this fertile.
There are bushes and trees and various types of grass, as would be expected. It’s just that all of them are bearing some kind of fruit. There are berries and nuts and fruit in every color of the rainbow. There are healing herbs and Cathay Blue and a lot of the spices I know from back at the village. It’s like an orchard or a botanical garden.
But of course this is planet Xren, and nothing here is quite as good as it seems.
“That has to be too good to be true,” I state, peering carefully in among the trees, with branches that are sagging with the weight of their bounty. “It must be a trap of some kind.”
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- Jennifer -
“Must it?” Caronerax picks a fruit from the top of a small tree. “One wonders what the trapper then expected to trap. I have a feeling not many creatures of any kind are willing to negotiate that swamp. A swamp that completely surrounds this island, I might add.” He hands me the fruit.
It’s a cherry, pretty much. Except when I bite carefully into it, the meat is darker and the flavor more like a sweet orange.
“Good point,” I agree, putting the whole alien not-cherry in my mouth and sucking the juice from it. “I guess only dactyls would be able to come here, and I’ve never seen any of them eat fruit.” I spit out the pit, which is unusually large and reminds me of something. I bring it to my nose and sniff, then deposit it in the pouch around my neck.