Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5) by A.G. Wilde (best summer books .txt) 📕

Evren caught herself and cleared her throat.

Before she could respond, a voice came from behind them, causing her to jump at the sudden intrusion. She’d forgotten they weren’t alone. They were inside the stall, which actually went back a fair bit.

“M’Agunt at your service. Do you need assistance?”

Evren turned to see who was talking and found a stocky character of a male in extravagant shimmering clothing. His long dress was designed to fall just above the ground.

He was not what she expected when she’d imagined a fabric merchant. He looked as if he was dressed to go to a fancy party, not to sell in a crowded market such as this.

“M’Agunt,” Kyro began, “we are seeking material for clothing.”

“Ah,” M’Agunt grinned at them, his eyes focused on her as he showed his set of jewel-encrusted teeth. “The occasion?”

Kyro glanced down at her, his pupils dilating.

“For coitus,” he said without missing a beat. “She wishes coitus clothing.”

6

M’Agunt’s eyes seemed to light up while hers were growing large in her head as a result of shock.

Mouth agape, she looked up at Kyro, but before she could say anything, the vendor piped up.

“I have what you need.” M’Agunt’s grin deepened on his rounded face. His face was almost caricature-like, with overly pronounced features. He was shorter than them both, but his features looked so similar to a human’s, she found herself staring.

With a twirl of his shimmering clothing, M’Agunt headed into the back of the store, but not before she saw a tentacle snake behind him to close the door.

Not human then.

Definitely not human.

Never mind that. She had a bone to pick with Mr. Tall and Gray.

“I do not want sex clothes!” Evren pressed herself into Kyro’s side and whispered so harshly it was barely a whisper at all.

Kyro looked down at her, his pupils still dilated.

“It was a joke,” he smiled slightly. “I informed you. I am acquainted with human humor. I have been delving into your comedy shows.”

Taken aback a bit, Evren moved so she could look up at him properly. “You’ve been watching our sitcoms?”

“Reading them.”

“And because of that, you think you get our humor?”

“Surely.”

“Tell me a joke then.”

Kyro turned slightly, running his hand along one of the bales and Evren found herself watching his arm flex.

“This is one I found,” he said after apparently giving it some thought.

Evren smiled, waiting for him to continue. This was going to be good. There was no way he could pull off a joke. Serious, aloof Kyro and comedy weren’t a combination she thought would work.

“Sleep in tranquility boiling water,” he finally said.

Evren’s brows furrowed slightly as she tried to predict where he was going.

“Is that it?” Evren blinked a few times. “Sleep in tranquility boiling water?”

“Yes.” Kyro jerked his head in a nod. “For it will be mist.”

Evren blinked.

“It will be missed...?”

It took her a few moments before her eyes widened.

“Sleep in tranquility...Do you mean ‘rest in peace’?” She mouthed the words to herself a few more times before her eyes widened some more.

In the next moment, her shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

“I get it,” she said, as her laugh came out loud in the quiet stall. “Because it will be mist.” She cackled. “I get it. I totally get it. Rest in peace boiling water for you will be mist. Ha!”

She was laughing so hard now; her eyes became wet with tears.

Kyro seemed to be watching her with intense interest, watching how she held her belly as her shoulders shook and how she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Wow...that was unexpectedly good,” she finally breathed when she composed herself.

“I am glad to see it made you happy,” he said, his expression changing to thoughtfulness. “It is nice to see you...happy.”

His words struck a chord within her and her smile slowly died.

It did feel good, didn’t it? Laughing. Actually, truly, laughing again.

When was the last time she’d laughed so easily?

Back on Earth, that’s when.

The thought picked her up and plopped her back into reality and an awkward silence enveloped them only to be broken as M’Agunt swayed back into the room.

“Oh...my...” Her cheeks began to grow warm at the look M’Agunt was giving her and Kyro. His red painted nails slowly stroked down the fabric he was carrying.

“This,” he said, “will make the pleasure experience heightened. Each strand of fiber will awaken every pleasure receptor in your being and between your thighs...” he moved his gaze to Kyro “...or your thighs.”

She was sure she saw Kyro grow red too.

M’Agunt’s smile fell as he tilted his head in thought. “You do have your intimate parts between your thighs, don’t you? I once met a Ghurgi whose intimate parts were in his mouth.”

M’Agunt’s eyes grew hooded. “The things he could do...”

Kyro cleared his throat.

“The clothing is not for pleasure together. It’s not for copulation between us.”

Evren glanced at him. “He’s right. And I want cloth for normal, everyday clothing.”

M’Agunt’s face dropped. Literally.

His skin sagged with what she could only assume was disappointment.

“So...you are not mates?”

M’Agunt’s gaze drifted to her hand still holding on to Kyro’s arm and realizing where he was looking, Evren pulled her hand away.

“We are not.” They answered together, glancing at each other as they did.

M’Agunt didn’t miss a beat.

Outstretching a tentacle, he circled her waist and pulled her closer to him. “Well, then...let’s see what we can find.”

If she wasn’t still a bit shaken and embarrassed, she’d have protested having a tentacle around her waist, but she followed the merchant into the store without complaining.

As M’Agunt began leading her deeper into the store, Evren glanced back in Kyro’s direction. He wasn’t looking at her. Instead, his jaw was clenched as he stared at the tentacle around her waist.

“What about this one?” M’Agunt used another tentacle to pull out a bale of red material. Touching it, Evren realized it felt like silk.

“This would feel really good on sheets. But I don’t want to walk around in silk all the time.”

M’Agunt made a sound as if he understood and searched