Page 19 of Possessed By the Leonid King

I’m getting paid to live in luxury and get fucked royally as often as I want.

Well, I damn well want.

Layla sipped the bottled water provided in the cooling unit of her quarters. It didn’t seem to help. She felt hot.

Hot and bothered.

Her eyes wandered to the two long, fairly thick probes on the bed.

She’d never really craved sex. It was something that came along with numbing yourself and not getting attached. Sexual pleasure was a hit-or-miss event.

His dense, velvety fur had rubbed her clit when he was deep inside of her, massaging her outside as he filled her inside.

One of Layla’s hands went up under her white robe and stroked her slit. Her leaking slit. Just the slightest nudge sent a river out of her swollen sex.

One hand rubbed while the other rolled the shorter of the two steel probes around on the bed, warming it with her hot skin.

“Why am I so hot?”

It didn’t matter.

Cool metal on her pussy made her moan. It slid in like it was buttered, eased by a torrent of slick Leonid cum and her own arousal.

Wanton thoughts assailed her as she pumped it in and held it, working her tight cunt muscles around it, pretending it was Rupex’s thicker, longer cock she was taking.

I could take this and him. I could have one in each hole. Oh my God, what’s wrong with me? Why am I wondering if he wants that? I don’t want that!

Do I? I could find out...

The second probe was almost within reach if she just rolled—

“Layla? May I enter?”

Rupex! Rupex was outside her quarters, and his voice through the intercom made her jump.

“Just a minute.” Layla shoved the makeshift toys under the sheets and smoothed down her hair.

“If you are at rest, it’s not urgent.”

“Enter!” Layla perched on the edge of the bed and hoped she looked somewhat presentable.

Rupex appeared as the sliding door opened. He was in a different outfit, still all in one piece, but it looked softer.

Are those his jammies? Or is that a sleeping uniform? Layla smiled. “Hi.”

Rupex opened his mouth—and a low rumbling growl came out.

“What’s wrong?” And why did that warning noise make her drip?

“Nothing. Nothing. It’s just that scent is a powerful weapon. You remember I mentioned that during our—our good faith encounter.” He cleared his throat and put his paws behind his back.

Layla smirked. The King and Captain might try to look reserved, but she’d seen the hungry look in his eyes when he had his tongue buried in her spasming tunnel, had his claws just barely teasing her thighs.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Layla swung one leg restlessly over the other.

His pupils dilated and he licked his lips. “I came to see if you had everything you needed and if you would like a different set of rooms? Also, Marcus informs me that the chromosomal booster should be reaching its full effect in the next forty-eight hours. If you are not expecting cubs after the first cycle, he will try weekly doses of the booster.”

“Will it hurt to give me more boosters this month? I mean, might as well use every tool in the arsenal.” Layla shrugged. She wanted to earn her money. She wanted that house on Sapien-Three.

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