Page 15 of Possessed By the Leonid King

With a jolt, her eyes flared open. His tongue smacked into her pussy with a wet slap and proceeded to drag hungrily across her nether lips as Rupex purred and growled in turns. His paws pushed her thighs apart until she was straddling his head.

I must look ridiculous. He’s wearing me like a fucking party hat and— “Oh! Ohhh. Oh, wow.” That textured tongue that could lick her from pucker to pearl in one swipe went burrowing in.

“More,” Rupex demanded.

“More what?” Layla panted as his tongue pushed inside. It went up and in, then flattened and moved in and out like the world’s best vibrating sex toy. As the Leonid’s mouth was full, all he could do was glare up at her and dig his pads into her thighs. His tongue wriggled inside of her, pushing past the point where any cock had ever traveled.

Until I take his cock in a minute. The first part ought to be a little tight, but do-able. The second part, that spiky, silky looking pink shaft... how the hell will he fit inside me?

The idea of being filled and stretched to the point where she was simply stuffed, letting sensation wash over her, made the steady torrent of slickness turn into a gushing river.

His purring turned up in tempo and ferocity and Sweet Lord. His purring body vibrated against her. His tongue vibrated inside of her. Her walls clamped down in a way that she had only heard about, and apparently, Rupex adored that. He ripped his golden head away and leaned over her, smiling with a wet muzzle and a mouth full of shining sharp teeth.

“Wh-what?” Layla whimpered.

“Your sheath gets so deliciously tight when you’re aroused. I can’t imagine what’ll happen when you hold me inside of you.”

Her body, which had been on the verge of letting go in a powerful orgasm, was ready to find out. “Let’s see.”

RUPEX HAD HEARD HUMANS were stupid. He had seen evidence on the Sapien planets that humans were too trusting when they should be cautious and too skeptical when they had facts before them. Layla’s attitude about their arrangement puzzled him and pleased him. He could see (and feel) how tiny and tight she was. He didn’t dare try to push his pads inside of her for fear her contracting walls would accidentally force his claws out into her tender walls. Yet she trusted him to put something much larger and probably fairly intimidating-looking inside of that soft, yielding place.

“You’re a very brave woman.”

“Why? Do I need to be brave?” she asked breathlessly, a touch of laughter in her voice.

“I simply find that you are, and it’s very attractive,” he worked the word around in his throat and let it rumble out as they repositioned, her chest-to-chest with him, which would allow the first several inches to penetrate her. She was so small that the vision of grasping her hips in his paws and sliding her up and down over his cock until he came sprang to mind.

But that would be unfulfilling, a mere masturbatory aid. Leonids needed the latch, the moment of interlocking flesh, where the Queen’s sheath was bound to him and he could pump cup after cup of hot cream into her.

Layla’s leg scooted eagerly over his hip and her fingers darted into her mouth before coming down to circle the sensitive, narrow head of his cock.

The first brush of her fingers made him roar, but she didn’t withdraw. Instead, she cupped her palm around him and mimicked the motions she’d seen him use earlier.

“Just show you once, hmm?”

“Fast learner,” Layla winked, her breath uneven and high, coming from her nose and not her throat.

Nerves. Adrenaline.

Things a hunter loves to share with his prey or his pride, and at that second, Rupex couldn’t tell exactly what his body perceived Layla to be.

No matter. He gripped her soft, gently padded rear and lined her sheath up with the tip of his cock. “I’ve heard that the texture is particularly enjoyable,” Rupex purred, feeling as though he had to say something to ease her nerves.

“I don’t know if we’re going to make it to the spiky part,” Layla warned.

Ooh. Challenge accepted.

The first few inches fairly flew into her, and she rode them with abandon, her spine curving to thrust her breasts up. She squealed when his claws popped out and gouged into her buttocks hard enough to scrape but not to draw blood.

As his mouth descended to capture her breast and suck it completely into his mouth, scraping with his fangs and soothing with his tongue, he felt her walls flutter and pulse hard.

His cock had no choice. The sensation was too similar to a Queen’s as she peaked. His body had heard the command, “Come in. Fill me. Stay in me. Give me your seed, your cubs.”

With his weight advantage and muscle mass, Rupex knew that if there was a battle of bodies, his would win, but he didn’t want it to be a fight. Letting go of her breast, he grit his teeth and pushed his cock up while pushing her hips down, growling and snarling all the way as he worked against the grasping walls.

“Coming! Fuck, I’m coming again.” Layla tugged one of his ears (not the brightest move at the moment) and gripped his mane as if she was desperate to show her pleasure to him.

Or maybe desperate to see if he shared it.

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