Page 13 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“It takes around twenty-four hours to have a contract registered once the written and signed document is submitted.” Rupex’s tail tapped the ground impatiently, his body urging him to action while his mind told him to wait.

“I know. But uh... well. I’m twenty-two. This probably won’t shock you, considering that Leonids were isolated from our galaxy for my entire adult life, but I don’t know anything about how humans and Leonids—” she looked up at him, eyes boring into him as time seemed to slow down, “fit together. Should we have a good faith ‘interaction’ to make sure this works?”

His mind, usually agile, seemed to topple and flail to a halt.

Wait. Mate her just to see if it works? I suppose that’s practical.

Layla scooted back on the bed and tucked her knees up under her, a position that sang of vulnerability and seduction at the same time.

How does she do that?

Why do I like it?

This is not how a Leonid female behaves...

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” Layla’s head dipped and jerked back up suddenly, her eyes wide in alarm. “Oh my God. Is this gross to you? Is this like... taboo for Leonids?” She put her hand up to her mouth, pale skin bright pink.

“Yes,” he rumbled.

She scrambled off the bed and his predator instincts launched.

With a single spring, he was out of his chair and against her, pushing her to the wall of his quarters as she gasped. “I’m sorry. No, it is not repulsive. Yes, it is taboo. But you were right earlier when you said my body had no shame.”

Pressed close to her, he could inhale Layla’s scent in great waves, and the smell that he now knew was arousal washed over him and made him lust-drunk. “It’s been a long time.”

“I guess so.”

He was still pressing into her, feeling the difference in their sizes. She was a third of his width and maybe two-thirds his height. A perfect, pretty little morsel with a fierce mouth and the will to survive.

That thought troubled him, even through the haze of lust and the tempting squirms she gave against him. She was not struggling to get free, as that would have caused his immediate retreat. No, Layla was inching around to face him instead of having her small curvy rear backed into the base of cock. His body was reacting like a juvenile before his first rut as she shifted and shimmied, finally looking up at him.

So different. But quite lovely.

“You must answer a question honestly,” he said, voice low and grave, supple spine bending so his muzzle was just above her head.

“I’m clean. They got a blood sample, right?”

“Not that. Is this purely a financial exchange? If you have to force yourself to do this, I would rather not continue.”

She sprang up on her toes and kissed the flat of his nose, startling him. It was only with an effort that he stopped himself from swatting her with his paw. “To get pregnant? Yeah, that’s for the money. I’m not ready to raise kids.” Her hand slid over to where his paw was suspended in mid-air and traced the thick fur on the back, then slid to the rougher pads on the front. Her touch was light and tentative, her eyes working from his paw to his face and back. “But forcing myself to try this? No. Not even a little.”

He had to swallow the rush of wetness in his mouth. Her fingers went down into the crevices of his paw, exploring him so innocently. In return, Rupex imagined doing the same to her, his tongue between her legs and down her back, nuzzling her naked body as she sprawled open for him on his bed. “Do all humans choose partners so quickly?”

The smile on her lips turned sad. “No. Just the unlucky ones like me. We don’t get to do long-term plans.”

With a low purr that surprised him, he cupped her face with his free paw. “Well, now you can.”

Chapter Seven

Layla found herself airborne and then cradled against Rupex’s chest. He held her easily in one arm and carried her as if she was a satchel, light and inconsequential. It was a pleasant but strange feeling. Layla was used to being strong and having no one to care for her. Being carried, even for a second, made her heart clench.

And the thing nudging her rear made her thighs clench. Was there Leonid porn floating around out there on the intergalactic media collective? She should have watched some so she knew what to expect. Then again, why would she have bothered? Never in a million years would she have expected this!

Did Leonids kiss? Rupex seemed surprised but happy about her little peck on the muzzle. As she sank into the criminally wide bed, she reached for him again, her breath catching as he came to rest beside her.

Her hands stroked up his cheeks and over the rounded ears nestled in his luxurious dark honey-colored mane. Was he furry all over?

“You are a most curious human.” Rupex sighed as she massaged his head with one hand and worked her way down his chest with the other.

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