Page 42 of Healer
“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 rhythmand 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.”
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 feltsoft, 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 toexplore 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.
