Page 24 of Healer (The Outlander Book Club… in Space! #4)
Her voice, soft and pleading, resonated in my ears. My body tensed with desire and I thrusted harder, driving myself deep inside her warm and welcoming body. With a roar of release, I gave in to the pleasure and felt myself emptying into her in hot spurts.
Agnes sagged against my chest, her breath ragged while the water in the tub rippled and sloshed from our movements. We basked in each other's touch, too content to break away. It wasn’t until the chill of the water seeped into my skin that I finally roused.
“Do we have to get out?” Agnes sighed, shifting her hips.
My cock remained buried deep inside her and the flex of her inner muscles made it jerk with renewed interest.
“No,” I chuckled. The idea of staying in this room, wrapped around Agnes sounded like blissful eternity. “We can absolutely forgo our trip to the market and stay in the tub all day.”
Agnes raised her head, playfully frowning as she wriggled her hips.
Her gray eyes widened as she felt my cock swell inside her.
A saucy grin curled her lips as her hips undulated, jerking a groan from deep in my chest. With a contended sigh, Agnes brought her mouth close to my ear, nibbling on the shell as she whispered.
“Well, maybe we just go to the market a little later.”
Over an hour later, Agnes and I stepped from the sanctuary of Siereita’s shop onto the street.
Agnes wore the blue cloak, every inch of her perfect skin draped.
She walked close at my side, head down to conceal her lovely face.
I’d donned a dark gray cloak, the thick fabric concealing most of my features.
Vaktaire were known as fierce warriors and protectors of the weak.
However, on this foreign planet, I knew my appearance would draw curious gazes.
I preferred to stay as unnoticed as possible until the arrival of the Bardaga.
Poikash seemed less inhabited than I expected for this time of day, with only a few beings milling about the primary thoroughfare.
I guided Agnes through the quiet streets, her small hand securely clasped in mine and hidden beneath the folds of her cloak.
I felt excitement fizzing over her body, but something else settled on my skin, a sense of unease that felt slimy and prickling.
Like the entire town held its breath, waiting for something unknown.
I concentrated my senses, alert for any danger, but gleaned nothing more than expected in a trading settlement. Perhaps it was just my worry.
Keeping Agnes safe was more important than drawing my next breath, and I tightened my hand around hers.
Her skin felt soft, and the way her hand clung tightly to mine caused a wash of pride to flow over my skin like warm syrup.
Nothing felt as right as touching Agnes.
I no longer held any doubt that she was my mate.
Nothing in my entire life felt as perfect as having her by my side.
With every step we took, I wanted to shout from the rooftops and declare her mine for all the universe to witness.
I didn’t dare.
I might have eliminated the symptoms of her disease for the time being, but I hadn’t cured her.
Not yet.
I would.
Last night, as she slept soundly beside me, I meditated, delving into the deepest corners of my mind, pulling forth the implanted knowledge on genetic manipulation.
The process proved excruciating, causing a throbbing headache that threatened to split my skull wide open.
I’d pushed through the discomfort. I would suffer any pain to make sure Anges suffered none.
Once she was cured of the disease, I planned to claim Agnes as my mate.
I believed Agnes felt as deeply for me as I did for her.
The humans called it love—falling in love.
But the label seemed inadequate to describe the depth and intensity of emotion coursing through my veins.
Every slight gesture, even her adorable gasp as we turned onto a side street and the market came into view, made my heart swell with affection.
The market ran the length of the street in a cacophony of sights, sounds, and smells.
Boldly colorful awnings made from scraps of fur and fabric covered each booth, shielding its wares from the sun’s harsh rays.
Rickety tables groaned under the weight of various offerings—succulent fruits and vegetables, vibrant clothing, tools, and advanced technology that seemed out of place in this rustic setting.
The air hung thick with mingled aromas of exotic spices and sweetness, luring us to explore each stall’s treasures.
It felt like sensory overload, but in the most delightful way possible.
Like most trading settlements, the species of aliens in attendance ranged from the tiny, bug-like Viga to the over ten-foot-tall, rail-thin, yellow-skinned Magre. As Siereita suggested, most of the species I recognized were known for their peacefulness... and salesmanship.
As we strolled along, the colorful array of fabrics and small trinkets of the first booth catching our attention. Agnes couldn’t contain her delight, emitting a soft sigh that sent a jolt of desire through my body. My steps faltered as my cock grew hard, making it difficult to continue walking.
The next few booths proved a feast for the senses, wafting with tantalizing scents of braised meats and rich sweets.
My mouth watered as I stopped at one, drawn by the sight of fresh fruit skewered and drizzled with a light golden syrup.
I couldn’t resist buying us each one, eager to taste the burst of juicy sweetness in my mouth.
“Yum,” Agnes moaned, her lips parting around each bite as she indulged in the rich flavors of her snack. The low hum of pleasure that escaped her throat caused my cock to throb and ache. While uncomfortable, it was a most pleasurable difficulty to have.
“What?” Agnes’ brows drew as she caught my stare. “Do I have something on my face?” She stepped closer, keeping the edges of her hood pulled forward so only I had access to her beauty.
“No.” I didn’t resist the urge to trail my finger along her cheek. “I just like the noises you make.”
“Noises?” Confusion crossed Agnes’ features for a moment, then she blushed furiously, giving my chest a playful swat. “Stop it.”
“I’m not the one making noises,” I retorted, resisting the urge to grab a handful of her plump ass as we stood in the middle of the street.
“You will be,” she promised with a saucy grin, making me laugh.
We strolled leisurely along the row of booths, taking our time to admire each one from a safe distance.
Agnes kept her hands wrapped around my arm—her face turned into my shoulder.
Hopefully, anyone who noticed us would think we were simply a mated pair out shopping.
Thankfully, the barkers, caught up in their constant hustling for sales, barely spared us a glance as we passed.
“I can’t believe how much like Earth this is,” Agnes whispered. “My hometown used to have a market like this every Saturday morning.”
“Every planet has a market. Anywhere you roam in the galaxy, you’ll find merchants selling what they believe others need.”
“Do you see what you need?”
I bent my head until our eyes met.
“Yes. I do.”
A smile flitted across Agnes’ plump lips. “Be careful. I might just kiss you for that.” She swept an arm about, careful to keep her skin covered. “Kissing in the middle of the street, wouldn’t that be scandalous?”
“Only if they realize you’re human,” I chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against my side. “Most species are not as backward as I’ve read humans are about sex.”
“We’re not backward,” Agnes grumbled. “Just modest.”
“You? Modest?” I feigned shock. Rightly so, Agnes had barely worn a stitch since we arrived at the village. Of course, that was mostly my fault.
“Stop it,” she nudged me, giggling. “At least I don’t walk around with my tits hanging out like Siereita.”
“Siereita is a Ntavian.” I said by way of an explanation.
“Ntavian?” Agnes glanced at me, careful to keep the hood over her face. “What’s that?”
“Ntavians are a species bred for pleasure.” My grin increased incrementally in response to the shock on her beautiful face.
“What do you mean... bred for pleasure?” She swallowed hard, her expression warring between curiosity and dread.
“As you can imagine,” I suggested, watching her gray eyes widen. “Their sex drive is higher, and erogenous zones more sensitive than other species. Plus, in addition to six breasts, the females possess two cun...”
“Two Vajayjay’s!” Agnes squeaked, inconspicuously glancing about to ensure her words hadn’t carried.
“Yes.” I stifled my laughter. “The males possess two cocks as well.”
“Good lord,” she snorted, then laughed.
“Most in the known universe dream of laying with a Ntavian.”
“Do you?” I noticed a highly cocked brow under the shadow of her hood.
“Not anymore.”
Anges sucked in a breath so sharp it sounded like a whistle. “It wasn’t... you and Siereita... no wonder she doesn’t like me.”
“It wasn’t Siereita,” I laughed and kissed her covered head because I just couldn’t help myself. “It was aboard a hedonism ship when I was much younger.”
“Good.” She poked my side with a finger. “I was getting worried you enjoyed looking at those six tits on display 24/7.”
“Siereita is lovely for her kind,” I admitted and added when I felt Agnes stiffen. “But I’m much more enchanted by your lovely breasts, so full and soft and tasty.”
“Good answer,” Agnes murmured as the sweet, musky perfume of her arousal scented the air.
I started to suggest we go back to the room so I could demonstrate just how much I enjoyed her breasts... and everything else on her luscious body when a glimmer from a few booths away caught my eye.