He jumps off the rocks next to the waterfall and strides around to the small beach where my towel is.
“I’m back,” he says, standing legs apart and arms folded over his impressive abs.
The Sarkarnii don’t go in for clothing much. Driok is wearing a pair of pants and boots and nothing else. I should be grateful for the pants. Most don’t even bother with those, especially in Dante’s sector. It hampers them changing into dragons.
Admittedly, Sarkarnii don’t have their junk on the outside. And I really shouldn’t be thinking about Sarkarnii genitals whilst facing Driok.
“I noticed,” I respond, bobbing in the water.
“You were not there at my returning ceremony.”
“Hardly something I want to celebrate.”
“You did not want me to return?”
I shrug. Wetly.
“I didn’t care either way.”
“That’s not what you said when I mated you.” Driok growls, and it goes directly to the part of my body I should absolutelynotallow to govern me.
“That was then, this is now,” I retort. “If I never saw you again, it would be too soon.”
MAGGIE
Obviously my barb doesn’t penetrate Driok’s thick hide. He doesn’t move a single one of his great muscles, instead choosing to stare at me as I continue to float gently in the water, well out of his reach.
“So, if you don’t mind, I have things to do.” I swirl around, turning my back on him and swimming over to a part of the waterfalls which he can’t possibly reach unless he chooses to swim.
It’s deep here, and crystal clear. I can see down to the crack far below me, presumably where the warm water comes up from below the crust of this planet. My legs are a pale white in the flickering ribbons of light and water. My stomach…least said about that, the better.
I have an overwhelming urge to dive. I flip over in the water, and although my vision isn’t as good as it is above the surface, it’s good enough as I swim strong, long strokes to go deeper, deeper down towards the bottom of the pool, to see what is beyond, in the darkness.
What I am not expecting is something to grab hold of my waist and jerk me up to the surface in the blink of an eye. I splutter, my hair covering my face, my eyes, getting into mymouth. Water goes up my nose, and I choke, coughing wildly as I swipe out both to see again and at my assailant.
Who is, of course, scaly, and big, and tight as a drum.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I finally regain some composure as I find I’m in shallow water and can put my feet down.
“You disappeared.”
“I was diving!”
“You did not come up.”
“I can hold my breath, Driok. It’s called swimming.”
“Only Sarkarnii can stay under the water for that length of time.”
I wrestle myself free of his arm, spinning to face him, my hands on my hips.
“Why, you arrogant…”
His eyes are very nearly popping out of his head, his jaw slack.
Which is when I remember…I’m not wearing anything. And that means Driok is getting a full frontal show. The show of his life, probably. If he hadn’t seen it all already once before.
“Fuck!” I wrap one arm over my ample bust, and the other goes over my ha’penny as I slosh past him in the water out onto the beach before snatching up the towel to cover my modesty.
