Free Promenade a Deux by ID Locke Page A

softly. Obviously she wanted to go for a walk and check out the available males.
    I walked slowly and carefully with Abigail in my palm. I stopped at the first tank with the male Jeremy inside and moved Abigail close. She immediately shifted around until her side was facing him, ignoring him completely.
    "He was a little too eager and quick off the mark last time wasn't he? That's okay, girl. There are other gentlemen here worthy of your fine self."
    I moved to the next tank holding Patrick and held her close to the glass. She faced him briefly before turning away.
    "Not him either? Too set in his ways for you? Hmmm. Okay, we'll try somebody else."
    I moved further down the wall and stopped at another male's tank. "This is Edgar. I don't think you'll like him. He's pretty aggressive."
    Abigail didn't turn to face Edgar even when he banged one of his claws against the tank. There was one more male I could show Abigail and if she wasn't impressed by him, I had no idea who I'd breed her with. Logically, I knew I could just drop any of the mature males into her tank, but she had a habit of eating males she didn't like. Herbert was eating a cricket when we stopped at his tank and when I presented Abigail to him, he extended his claw with the cricket toward her, rocking slightly. He was clearly smitten with her, as well he should be. Abigail juddered slightly but turned away from him as well.
    "Oh come on. He offered you some of his dinner. He's really very sweet and a little shy. How can you not like him? Don't you think you're being just a tad too picky?"
    Abigail suddenly started waving her claws in the air and rose up as high as she could on her legs. As easy as that, I knew exactly who was standing behind me. I wasn't the only one who lusted after El-Ashir.
    "She is a lady who knows what she wants and recognizes a quality male when she sees him, Doctor Noojimanidooshiwe." Humor was in El-Ashir's deep voice.
    My libido surged to life at the way El-Ashir's voice caressed my name. I was secretly thrilled that he'd taken the time to learn how to correctly say my name even though I reminded him every time to call me Doctor Bertram like every other person in the facility did.
    A stinger the size of a large dagger arched over my shoulder and the tip gently touched Abigail's. She went into little pleasure shivers, and when a large hand reached around me, she moved whip quick onto it. Evidently she had superior taste in men and I didn't feel the least put out that she'd abandoned me for El-Ashir. Hell, I would've dumped her into Herbert's tank without a second thought for poor Herbert turning into a meal for Abigail if I could crawl into El-Ashir's arms.
    My cock firmed at that lovely thought and I closed my eyes briefly to try and will away the erection. At least I was wearing my lab coat and the fact that I was suddenly very happy in the pants wouldn't be visible. Thank God for small favors. I turned to face El-Ashir and any prayer of my erection going away vanished when I saw him.
    He'd likely been training with the other Gen-Mods or soldiers as he was shirtless and was wearing his fatigues and combat boots instead of the loose pants and sandals he favored when he was on personal time. I had to grip the edge of the counter behind me to keep from reaching out to touch him as he played with Abigail, letting her scurry over his hands.
    El-Ashir was the only successful Insect/Arachnid Group Gen-Mod with scorpion DNA. There weren't a large number of Gen-Mods in general, but there'd been countless failures when combining the scorpion DNA with the fire ant and human genetics. He wasn't quite what the bio-scientists had wanted appearance-wise, but he lived and wasn't mentally retarded or insane. Considering how many Gen-Mods failed the intelligence or sanity tests and needed to be destroyed, a little thing like an extra set of arms was nothing.
    El-Ashir was shorter than me at five foot five but he had a solid thirty pounds of muscle on me.