"I thought there would be more room to spread my wings," the female dragon replied as if it was a totally acceptable excuse.
"Well, there isn't." I responded angrily. "There won't be until we reach the planet. We talked about this. Dammit, Dawynda!"
"I want to go where my girl took the cargo containers," she pleaded, which was a very weird look on a dragon. Imagine a crocodile asking for permission. "There has to be more flying room there."
"And death!" I told her agitatedly. "You fly around on a human station and they will shoot you dead."
"I cannot die," she answered defiantly. "Have you not seen me in battle?"
"You haven't died yet," I told her as I pointed emphatically at the entrance for her to return to our ship. "There is a difference between being resilient and invincible. I hope that you don't find that out anytime soon."
Dawynda stared at me rebelliously for a few more seconds before finally following my instructions to return to the cargo hold. Once inside her husband mocked her and called her a stupid cunt. How did they learn all these terms? Surely, they weren’t all from me? When was the last time that I said cunt? Out loud?
The comment set off another dragon skirmish that threatened the welfare of anyone close by. I scurried back up the stairs after confirming that the door had completely closed.
"Can we please contain them in the forward hold?" Strawberry asked as I reached the top of the steps.
I looked down at the two of them quarreling like overgrown dogs. It was more playful than serious. I knew that. But that didn't make the safety concern any less of an issue. I was tempted to agree with Strawberry until I thought about what effect additional confinement would have on the dragons.
"No," I told her. "Let's see how they behave after they get some freedom on the planet. They are just struggling to adjust like the rest of us."
"The rest of us?" my first officer asked.
"Yeah. Me from another time. Aeren and Mixi from another world. And the rest of you are learning new jobs and how to live life as bandits."
"What in the galaxy is a bandit?" she asked.
I ignored her and walked on by. I had made my point. This was a test to see if she would buck my newly granted authority.
"Captain," she yelled from behind me as I walked down the hall to my quarters instead of Aeren's. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next, but getting some vice grip alien pussy didn't seem like the answer at the moment. "Cinnamon says she'll be loaded by early afternoon. Station claims that they'll release us shortly after that. Your dragons will get their play time soon. But we still have an important issue to resolve."
Sage. What were we going to do about the manipulative bitch that we had locked up. A visual of her unbelievably sexy full body while showering popped into my mind. Then her plea to resume her place among the crew. Fortunately, I had gotten better at thinking with my brain lately, instead of my balls.
"How much money do we have left over after our cargo purchase?" I asked her.
"Why?"
I gestured for her to follow me to my quarters. After shutting the door behind us, I whispered what I had to say, which was stupid. No one could possibly hear us.
"How much is a month's worth of living in a station hotel and eating out at reasonable prices?" I asked her.
Strawberry was so short, maybe just over five feet tall. Standing only inches from me she had to look up and me look down to have a conversation. I don't know why, but that height difference made me want to control her, in more ways than one.
"I don't know," she answered. From the softness in her voice I got the feeling that she was picking up the same vibe. "Maybe fifty thousand credits."
"How much do we have in our accounts now?"
"Three hundred and seventeen thousand..."
I forcibly grabbed the redheaded freckled girl by the head and plowed my lips onto hers. My erection had relinquished, but my testicles were telling my brain that the discussion was far from over. I needed some sex, and it didn't matter who provided it.
A few seconds of passionate kissing later I pulled back. She looked dazed and confused, but not unwilling. "Can you put that on a credit chip?"
"Why?" she struggled with the change in mood.
"We'll hand it to Sage when we push her out the door," I said. "Can we make it look like it is a million credits instead?"
"I'm not sure," she answered, getting that thoughtful look.
I liked her better when she was dazed and confused. So, I grabbed her head again and forced her mouth back onto mine. Then an idea struck me. I was about as horny as I had ever been, and this girl was owed some thank you sex for rescuing me from the planet. I was ready to pay my bill.
"Have you ever been fucked in the asshole?" I asked her, not bothering to work her up to the notion. "I really want to fuck your ass right now."
"Okay," she nodded, surprisingly. "I have, but you can't put that whole thing in there. I can maybe take half..."
She didn't get to finish her request because I grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her forcibly face first onto my bed. She barely squirmed at all when I yanked off her pants. When I was busy taking off mine, she voiced some concerns, but did not try to escape.
"You have to get us both wet first!" she demanded. "And go slow please."
She laid there belly down on my bed ready for it.
