Not hard at all, she was certain. So she opened her eyes wide and smiled a bland but pleasant smile, which was the expression she had observed on many second heads around the marketplace.
“Good morrow,” the merchant said to Raak as they approached. “How may I be of service to you on this fine day that Gooshen has created for us?”
Gooshen must be their deity, Kara thought as Raak nodded back to the merchant.
“Good morrow,” Raak responded. “To begin with, you can show me some of your finest serving platters. I’ll be wanting to buy a fair few if you’ve got them.”
Wow, he really sounds like a Yi’pisselon,” Kara thought. She didn’t say anything but then Raak surreptitiously elbowed her and she remembered she was supposed to be agreeing with him.
“Oh! Uh, yes—yes we do. We want to buy a bunch of your fine platters and bowls,” she said quickly.
“Well, that’s a fine thing to hear on such a lovely day,” the merchant’s first head said.
“Isn’t it though? Just the finest day Gooshen ever created,” his second head agreed.
“Gooshen must be praised for this fine day,” Raak said, nodding piously.
This time Kara was ready.
“Gooshen really is the best,” she said, nodding as well.
“So he is. So he is,” the merchant’s first head said. “Well now, which platters were you looking at?”
He and Raak bent over the array of finely carved platters and bowls and Kara tried not to look too bored. Some adventure this was turning out to be. Despite being in disguise, all she got to do was nod and agree while Raak bought tableware. That wasn’t very exciting at all!
Just then the place where her fangs had been began itching again—then throbbing.
Kara frowned and rubbed the blunt little points with the tip of her tongue, willing them to stop. What was wrong with her, anyway? She’d thought that her fangs were cured completely in Qi’s Palace of the Unseen so why were they still bothering her?
But in just a moment, it wasn’t only her fangs that were itching. The strange sensation moved down to her nipples and then to her pussy. These parts of her had felt sensitive before, but now they began to throb and ache fiercely—almost as though someone was tugging and twisting her stiff, sensitive peaks and reaching between her thighs to stroke her pussy.
“Oh!” Kara gasped, writhing against Raak’s broad back. “Oh, what in the world?”
Her exclamation brought an astonished look from both of the Yi’pisselon merchant’s heads.
“Are you quite all right there, friend?” the first head asked and the second one frowned in concern as well.
“Just fine,” Raak said heartily, shooting a glance back at Kara.
“Sorry,” she muttered, trying to find a reason for her sudden outburst. “I think something just, uh, stung me.”
“No it didn’t,” Raak said pointedly, frowning. “Or I would have felt it too.”
Of course he would have, since they were supposed to be two heads attached to the same body, Kara realized. Feeling stupid, she tried to salvage the situation.
“Have you noticed what very fine clouds Goocher put in the sky today?” she asked, pointing up towards the pale purple sky where some silvery wisps were drifting by.
“Goocher?” The merchant’s first head frowned.
“Oh, uh, Goochy,” Kara quickly corrected herself. No, that wasn’t right either, she realized when both the merchant’s heads looked at her blankly.
Damn it, what was the name of the Yi’pisselon deity again? Somehow it had flown right out of her head! It would probably be easier to remember if her nipples and pussy weren’t aching so fiercely. She was beginning to be in real pain here!
“Gooshen, is certainly good to us,” Raak said, agreeing with her, even as he shot her a baleful look.
“Right, right—Gooshen,” Kara said quickly. “He is the absolute best weather deity anybody could ask for. I mean, I don’t know about you guys but he’s right at the tip-top of my list. Am I right?”
But her words didn’t seem to have the calming effect she hoped for on the merchant. Both his heads were frowning now.
“Gooshen is not the god of weather!” the first head said, frowning. “He is the god of being and belonging as all devout Yi’pisselons know. Pooper is the god of weather!”
Pooper? Seriously?
But of course she couldn’t comment on the ridiculously named deity without giving herself away.
“Oh, uh, for sure—of course,” Kara said quickly. “Um, praise be to Pooper for the really nice weather today.”
“Praise be,” Raak agreed, nodding. “Now, about those platters. I think I’d like to take all you have available.”
He and the merchant got back to haggling but just as they had agreed on a price and Raak was saying, “Well, I think we’re all in agreement here,” another sharp twinge, almost like an electrical shock shot right through Kara’s throbbing nipples and aching pussy.
And then she felt herself beginning to get wet between her thighs—really wet.
“Ouch! Oh, no,” she moaned, writhing uncomfortably against Raak’s back.
“No?” The merchant, who had been about to hand Raak a stack of carved wooden platters drew back in alarm. “I thought we all agreed?” he asked and his second head murmured in agreement.
“We do,” Raak said, glaring over his shoulder at Kara.
“Yes, um…sure we do,” she agreed weakly. But then another sharp shock ran through her. The feeling of being electrocuted in her most sensitive parts was too much. “I can’t!” she exclaimed wiggling frantically. “I can’t do this!”
The merchant’s frowns deepened.
“See here,” he said, drawing himself up as both heads glared at Kara. “If you’ve got a haunted second head I don’t want nothing to do with you—so I don’t! It’s bad luck to deal with someone that can’t agree with themselves.”
“I’m sure it is,” Raak said. “We’ll just be going now.”
But the merchant had caught the eye of another Yi’pisselon, who was wearing a shiny round badge pinned in the center of his chest.
“Constable! Oh Constable!”
