Page 23 of Healer (The Outlander Book Club… in Space! #4)
I awoke to the sound of shuffling feet and voices overhead, telling time by the flow of Siereita’s customers rather than sunlight.
I fumbled, finding the bedside light, wincing at the sudden bright glow.
Beside me, Agnes stirred, an adorable frown scrunching her face as she cuddled closer, seeking escape from the light.
She slept naked, as did I, and my eyes traveled over the body I knew as well as my own, yet would never tire of viewing.
Never had I enjoyed being trapped somewhere until now.
Agnes seemed as insatiable for me as I was for her and we’d—to use her words—christened every surface in the room… some twice.
My gaze reached her toes, starting an enjoyable upward sweep until I noticed a bruise on the outside of her thigh.
Agnes had been attempting to jump on the dresser top during one of our escapades, catching her leg against a sharp corner.
She’d laughed at her clumsiness, but for me, the moment reiterated how fragile her human body was.
I didn’t like being in the village without a usable Medi-unit.
The jungle was dangerous enough, but the village held its own perils.
The creatures here possessed more cunning and ruthlessness than beasts, and the Bardaga remained days away.
The longer we stayed, the more feasible it became that someone would hear of a human presence.
More than just the Ulkommanian would consider Agnes a prize worth killing for.
Poikash was a trade settlement, and I felt confident one of the vendors would have a Medi-unit for sale.
Perhaps not a unit of the same caliber as my damaged one but working enough so I could keep Anges protected and deal with any pain that might plague her until the Bardaga arrived.
As a merchant herself, Siereita knew which sellers would be more likely to have a usable unit.
However, she rolled her eyes over my concern at what she saw as a silly human .
As much fun as we’d had, I knew Agnes itched to leave the confines of our room.
Even Siereita suggested we go out for a bit, insisting that the settlement inhabitants were comprised mostly peaceful merchants.
As much as I liked nothing more than the idea of staying in bed wrapped up in Agnes’ soft body, the bruise taunted me.
Agnes stirred and rolled onto her back, her long, blonde-brown cascading over the pillow.
Her full breasts were on display as she stretched and yawned, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss her, pulling her close against my chest. Agnes responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck, and tilting her face for more kisses.
Her skin felt warm and smooth against mine, and I chuckled at her unbridled enthusiasm.
“I am thinking we may go to the market this morning,” I told her between pressing kisses on her lips, cheeks, and the curve of her breasts.
“Seriously?” Delight played over her face, fading slightly as she asked, “I get to go too?”
I rolled onto my back, cuddling her against my side.
Hopefully, speaking my reasoning aloud might calm the small, worried lump in my gut.
“Siereita says the settlement citizens are mostly merchants and peaceful. She’s seen no sign of Aljani or Ulkommanian in this area for several of your Earth weeks. I think it will be safe.”
“Hot damn!” Agnes bounded from the bed, dancing around happily. A rather enjoyable sight since she remained gloriously naked.
“You are human, so it will still be dangerous for you,” I cautioned, rising to my feet. We will need to find a way to keep you covered." While I enjoyed her cute little fur dress, it showed too much of her creamy skin.
Agnes paused, lips pursed, as she considered for a moment. Striding to a wooden chair by the door, she grabbed a swathe of blue fabric—a cloak—one of the garments Siereita loaned her.
“What about this? It will be huge on me, so covering up won’t be a problem.”
I moved to her side, helping drape the cloak over her shoulders and head. As she suggested, nothing of her human features showed except the pale, beautiful face smiling at me.
“You will need to keep your head down so no one can see your face,” I told her reluctantly. It seemed a shame to hide such a gorgeous visage.
“Easy peasy,” she announced, dropping her gaze to the floor and walking around the room in rehearsal. She was small, but many species possessed equivalent stature. As long as her skin stayed hidden, she would pass without notice.
“You will need to stay by my side.” I cautioned.
“That’s my favorite part!” Agnes announced, sluffing out of the cloak with a shrug of her shoulders and leaping into my arms.
“Of course, staying inside is definitely tempting.” I held her plump, perfect ass cradled in my palms as she pressed kisses to my neck and jaw, her arms wound around her neck and legs around my waist.
“Shouldn’t we take a bath first?” Agnes grinned saucily.
“Of course.”
We might have christened every surface in the bedroom, but the tub, a metal monstrosity big enough to hold us both, proved our favorite place.
I started the water to run, while Agnes added a concoction of herbs and soap that had a layer of bubbles rising over the surface.
The water was only a few inches deep when we entered, the length of the tub allowing me to recline, stretching my legs out. Plenty of room remained for Agnes to sit beside me or—as was her favorite—recline as well, pillowed on my chest.
No today.
Today, Agnes planted her hands firmly on my chest, pushing me back and causing the water in the tub to ripple and nearly overflow.
She leaned over me, straddling my hips and settling in my lap, facing me, as she gazed down at my already throbbing erection.
Her tiny pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she let her gaze roam from my cock to my face and back again.
With a contented sigh, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her breasts against my chest, her stiff nipples grazing my skin.
“Tell me what you want,” she teased, her voice thick and husky. Although the way she squirmed over my hardened cock told me she already knew.
A soft smile curved my lips as I trailed my fingers over her warm skin, down the gentle slope of her hips and along the length of her smooth thighs.
My hands shifted, one sliding up to caress her stomach while the other found its way between her legs, teasing and stroking until she moaned with pleasure.
“Bringing you pleasure gives me pleasure.” I murmured in a husky voice, my fingers delving into her heated core.
Her body trembled as I watched her eyes flutter shut and her lips part in ecstasy.
She moaned and whimpered, the sounds only fueling my desire to keep pleasing her.
I felt it deep in my soul, unlike anything I’d ever known, this need to watch her unravel in pleasure under my hands.
Agnes tightened her grip on my chest, her sharp nails leaving tiny marks as she reacted to the pressure of my fingers on her swollen clit. Her eyes fluttered closed and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she rocked her hips against my hand, eliciting a moan from both of us.
“I love your cock,” she mumbled, a small seductive smile curving her lips as she dragged herself back and forth over my throbbing length.
I adored that smile. It was sexy and playful, and meant she wanted me. As if to demonstrate, she moved her body against mine with increasing urgency, causing my cock to pulse and twitch. I grasped her hips firmly, halting her movements, causing her to frown in frustration.
“Aggie, if you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s my intent.” The arms around my neck tightened. “But I’d rather you do that inside me.”
My grip on her hips tightened and a surge of desire flooded through me as I lifted her slightly.
She wrapped her tiny fingers around me, guiding me into position before sinking down and the warmth of her cunt enveloped me. There was no greater feeling in the universe.
With each inch she took into her body, I moved my thumb over her clit, eliciting a gasp from her lips and causing my own body to shudder with pleasure.
The sensation of her inner walls stretching to accommodate me only heightened the intense pleasure.
She was tight… almost too tight and it was the most blissful experience imaginable.
I laid back against the edge of the bathtub as she straddled me, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.
She ground her hips against mine, moving with confident rhythm and purpose.
The water sloshed around us, creating a gentle symphony in the small bathroom.
I felt every inch of her body pressed against mine, a most incredible feeling.
Her lips slightly parted and her eyes seemed focused on nothing but our connection, lost in the intensity of pleasure.
Every now and then, droplets of water escape from the tub and landed on the cold stone floor, creating small splashes.
“You’re so beautiful, like this.” As my body tensed with arousal, I watched Agnes' petite figure writhe atop me.
Her breath became ragged, and her small hands gripped my shoulder tightly.
When she cried out softly, I felt her climax building in subtle shudders and squeezes.
When she finally peaked, her whole-body trembled with pleasure.
In that moment, I committed every detail of her face to memory—the way her lips parted in ecstasy, the furrow of concentration between her brows, the beads of sweat on her forehead.
I wanted to savor every moment as if it was our last.
Agnes pulled me close, her hips undulating even faster.
“Come Hakkar,” she whisper-moaned. “I want to feel you come inside me.”