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Holy crap. He wants me to take both? At once?

Not possible.

But she wanted to try. Her common sense was deleted by desire.

Rupex surprised her however, finishing her off with a flurry of hard strokes that bordered on painful, confusing her body as the hard metal jabbed in and the pressure on her g-spot made her hips arch as if begging for more.

More was just what she got.

With a roar, Rupex jerked the metal probe out and flung it behind them. Layla faintly heard it clatter to the floor, the noise hidden under the reverberations of her lover’s bellow. And then—blessed relief, excruciating pleasure— his thick cock slid in deep and fast. His clawed paws jerked her thighs forward and his tail locked around her ankles, keeping her in place.

“Let’s see what’s more effective, shall we?” Rupex laughed, thrusting in and bowing his body down over hers. His tongue traced over her breasts and up over her throat, nuzzling and purring.

The purring created vibrations that filled all of her, not just her pussy, not just her chest.

If I die like this, I’m okay with it, Layla thought in a haze, her insides so full that she felt her pussy leaking, no room left for her juice. Each thrust made her squirt out a sharp, exquisitely pleasurable stream. “Fuck, Rupex... What are you doing to me?”

Making you mine, little queen.”

Queen. He called me queen.

“King. My big, beautiful King.” Layla looked into his startled eyes, loving the flecks of gold, green, and amber that swirled in them.

Wow. He’s just as amazed as I am.

That we fit.

“A little more. Please, a little more.” Rupex’s voice was softer, more insistent.

She didn’t have enough air to make words. She nodded, trying to force herself down and feeling his thick cock head shifting and slipping inside of her—slipping up and under. It was as if he had managed to push past her cervix, not going through it, but under it, in a hot forbidden pocket she didn’t know existed.

Right now it didn’t matter. Right now, a hundred little spines were pressing into her, swelling until her pussy felt like it might tear—

The world went out of focus. Was this an effect of the drugs? An endorphin rush? The pain wobbled out of sight and was replaced by wave after wave of pleasure, coming in time with spurt after spurt of hot Leonid cum.

Chapter Ten

His little Queen. His little Queen was asleep, impaled on him, or perhaps rendered unconscious. Rupex hoped not. “My Layla?”

“Mm. My big kitty. Big kitty, little pussy. Ha.”

Rupex shook his head in bemusement. He and his human surrogate had been locked together for several hours. He had dozed, but Layla slept hard, curled into his furry hide for warmth.

If there was an emergency aboard, it would be most problematic as his Layla was still melded to him, her swollen pussy refusing to release his spines. Her abdomen was swollen as if she was already in the first fifth of her pregnancy.

Hm. And perhaps she was, even if only by a matter of hours. If the booster worked...

“Layla?” He shook her shoulder.

Nothing but an agitated sigh.

“Quarters, this is Captain Rupex,” Rupex called softly.

“Good morning, Captain,” the automated voice replied.

Morning? Already?

“Quarters, are we on course?”

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