Page 16 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“Easy, little human.”

“You take it easy,” she challenged, a groan in her laughter. She arched back again and brought her slender hand between their bodies.

Rupex hadn’t experienced this with any of his previous partners. “What’s this?”

“Rubbing myself so I come harder. You feel like the best, biggest cock I’ve ever had, but external stimulation works reeeeallly good on humans,” she panted, eyes closed.

“Is that so?” It worked well on him, too. He could feel her fingers bumping the slickness of his cock where it was buried in her, frantic little touches. He wanted her to wrap her hands around the remaining inches that were left lonely outside her warm, wet tunnel.

Instead, he trapped her hand under his own much larger paw, and dragged the rough pads over her clit hard and fast, the way her fingers had been circling.

Her scream made him snap his teeth shut and his claw scraped her soft inner thigh. There was a sudden lifting inside of her, like the tightness of her walls had moved something up and out of his way. Not much. Maybe an inch or two?

“Holy fuck!” Layla’s scream ended as the tip of his cock sank in further.

His spikes, at least the first few rows, were home. They sank eagerly into her wet warmth, swelling and pressing outward inside of her, lodging him in place while his sack hardened and swelled.

Layla squirmed, but couldn’t move up and down. “What’s happening now?” she asked, no fear in her voice, just arousal and curiosity.

“This is how I clamp into you. If you were with a Canid, you’d be knotted, his massive knot at the base of his cock wedged into your tight little sheath until he completely emptied his seed into you. Every last drop. Such an inelegant way to do it.”

“Sounds okay to me,” she teased in a decidedly saucy tone.

A hot rush of jealousy and possessiveness invaded him so fast that he couldn’t control himself. Rupex couldn’t organize his thoughts into words. He bit at her shoulder, claiming a mouthful of her silky hair, so much softer and finer than a Leonid’s. His cock thrust up, wedging in her, spines expanding to hold her open and make her take every last ounce of his sticky seed. As he felt his balls pulsing, his tip jerking, his tail lashed around her leg, then her waist, roping her to him.

A small part of him feared that he would see her recoil or fight his intrusion, and that would make him a monster, a dominant species forcing a weaker one. That would make her prey and him uncivilized.

His heart found joy and relief when she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him.

“Comfortable?” he asked, cock still leaking into her.

“Uh-huh.”

Chapter Eight

Layla was surprised that so much of him fit. She’d heard from girls who had sold their contracts to the Pleasure Parks that there were ways to stretch and take bigger cocks. She’d been told that if anything was longer than about a foot, she’d better offer up her backdoor instead.

The whole concept of having sex with multiple strangers in short order freaked her out. Plus, once you stated your Dos and Don’ts on a contract, the buyer could do anything he wanted to you, as long as he didn’t technically violate your rules. The horror stories she’d heard had made her certain that she’d never, ever agree to Pleasure Contracts, although she’d slid into several one-night stands.

But this was more.

And the pleasure was mutual and genuine. “You’re so slippery.”

“I could say the same of you,” Rupex purred lazily.

“How long does a Leonid come? Just asking. With humans, it’s a few seconds.”

“Hmm. Less than an hour, I’d say.”

“An hour? We’re stuck together for an hour? What do your women do when you’re stuck like this?” Layla asked, her voice more screechy than she’d like. “Also, my hair is in your mouth.” That was a nice, diplomatic way of saying, “Lion-Dude, stop biting my hair.” Right?

Rupex shrugged. They were face to face, pressed so close that she could touch her nose to his. “If it was with my Queen, my mate that I married, and we were trying for cubs, I imagine we’d be talking about our future family. If it was merely for pleasure, we would keep going.”

“Keep going? Can you thrust like this?”

“No. You do. You squeeze down, then push out.” He mimicked the motion he wanted to make, curling and uncurling his wide pads on her breast.

She tried it, squeezing down on his cock, then pushing out, and trying again.

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