Page 43 of Healer
“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.”
