Chapter 40

Our secret village in the mountain was pretty self sustaining. We could buy what we needed without having to leave and buy from humans. There were a few human-run businesses that were good people in the small town that our village would frequent.

The town at the bottom of the mountain was a quaint small town. All of it was small businesses. Save Mart wanted to build here a few years ago. I put it up to the humans and they didn’t want it, so the Save Mart built ten minutes across the town line. I don’t think anyone from my village liked the Save Mart. Benji especially hated it.

But he was currently going nuts in the tampon aisle because Kat told him we would need supplies. We had enough clothes that she wouldn’t go naked until we could get her to one of the shops in the village where she could pick out her own clothes. Benji was focused on tampons right now.

He came bounding up to me with an armload of tampon boxes.

“So, what size vagina do you think she has and do you think she’d want raspberry or lemon-flavored tampons?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I loved Benji, but we’d all been with women before and he had the internet.

“Benji, it goes by how heavy her flow is, not how big her vagina is and tampons are not flavored. You sound like an alien who had women described to it by a fourteen-year-old who has never seen boobs.”

Benji bounced a box of tampons off of my forehead.

“Lies! You ever gone down on a girl and she tastes like cotton candy? It’s the tampons.”

“It’s really not the tampons, man.”

“I’m going to go ask Kat and when she says you’re wrong, I get to spend time with Medusa first.”

Oh, shit. Benji was about to go ask an original lesbian vampire about flavored tampons. She was going to beat his ass in the middle of Save Mart and we’d all end up a Coalition facility again. Should I do something? Did I follow the trail of dropped tampon boxes until I found Benji if the sounds of a scuffle didn’t clue me in?

I’d say Kat was old enough to not beat Benji’s ass about being asked about raspberry-flavored tampons, but she’d also done something in public to get taken down and brought to New Eden for the second time. Then again, she also really seemed to have bonded with Benji, so maybe she wouldn’t throw him through the display of hemorrhoid cream.

I finally found them. They were both calm and Benji nodded intently. Benji noticed me and waved at me with a giant box of tampons. At least he wasn’t throwing it at me.

“Hey, Cas! That girl’s pussy just tasted like cotton candy because she probably ate something nice and took a shower before I went down on her. If definitely wasn’t a cotton-candy-flavored tampon!” Benji yelled across the store.

Oh, my goddess. If we didn’t end up at a Coalition facility, that human woman in the bunny pajamas who was giving Benji the stink eye was going to get a manager and get us banned from the Save Mart before we could pick up everything we needed.

Kat put Benji into a headlock and hauled him away. I figured she had it handled. Benji wasn’t going to believe me if I corrected him about anything woman related because I didn’t have a vagina, but he would believe Kat because those two bonded pretty fast.

I caught up with them because I’d be an idiot not to ask Kat for advice either. I’d been with women before. So had Pax and Benji. None of them were our mate, so it never worked out. I wanted to do this right and properly care for her. I knew how to spoil her, but there were probably little things Kat would know.

I could also help Kat. She’d be staying in our village while we took down the Coalition. She’d seen the guest house, but nothing else. Kat needed to know we had some pretty amazing things to buy in our village that were made by supernaturals and had that extra bit of magic in it. Also, if her mates needed any type of physical healing, we had two healers, three midwives, and several green witches if they needed any tonics.

Benji now had panties. Sponge Bob panties with the days of the week on them. He was sure having fun in the Save Mart for a man who hated this place and everything it stood for.

“You can’t get her Sponge Bob panties.”

“It’s fate, dude. Gary is on the Tuesday panties.”

Benji was obsessed with that snail and he had randomly decided several decades ago that Tuesday was the best day of the week for absolutely no reason. The only way he was putting those panties back was if I fought him for them and he’d consider that an insult to his honor. He’d fuck with me for the rest of my life and I was immortal.

I guess we were bringing our mate Sponge Bob panties.

I sighed. We had one last stop here, and it was the only time I’d buy plants here.