Page 29 of Possessed By the Leonid King

Layla on her hands and knees on the floor of his wooden beach shack. Layla stretched out like she was roasted on a spit, his cock in her glistening pink opening, the narrow space between her hips bulging slightly when he filled her, his tail binding her hands above her head so she couldn’t stop him from ravaging her. Ravishing her. Adoring her.

“One other thing.”

With a growl, Rupex left his fantasy, grateful for the interruption. He had to stop envisioning Layla in all of those lewd positions. “What is it? Out with it.”

“Humans don’t usually release more than one egg at a time. I was so focused on ensuring compatibility that I neglected to think about efficiency.” Marcus spread his paws in an “oops” gesture. “I could work on procuring fertility drugs and altering the dosage or—”

“I don’t know. Is that safe for her? I don’t want to put her at risk.”

“I would have to research, and you would need to hold off on mating this cycle. Otherwise, she could be pregnant by the time I could get any drugs and run a simulation. It would be too late to administer.”

Rupex paused, his tongue slurping the final remains of his meal. Ask her to stay for longer. I could ask her to stay for years. I could sign her on like crew, for a three or four-year term. To enlist, like a soldier, a soldier in this war to rebuild my people.

I can't ask that of her. She has dreams that she wants to pursue, and those dreams never included an interspecies relationship. By Bastet, my plans never included an interspecies relationship, either. I never expected to spend any time with a human except in passing.

Rupex tried to cast humans back into their former category—little pale hairless blobs that were bumbling through the Galaxy like awestruck tourists. Occasionally, you heard of a particularly bright or fearless one. The first scientists of note within the galaxies had been humans, after all.

He found that his experiment was a failure. Now when he pictured humans, he pictured Layla sitting across from him with her slender pale legs crossed, an impish smile on her face, and a brilliant glitter in her eye. If he let his mind delve deeper, he saw her naked body embracing his and could hear her passionate cries in his ear, feel her fingers tugging his mane fearlessly as she rubbed her sensitive pink petals against his dangerously sharp teeth.

“I had a small visit with the young lady,” Marcus was speaking again. “I told her about my wife. I mentioned that sometimes the unexpected things in our life turn out to be the best ones.”

“Don't try to matchmake, Marcus.”

“Another booming industry,” Marcus took his platter away and headed to the door, tail swaying impudently through the slit in his uniform. “Do you know on Leonid one that there are some eligible bachelors offering a billion credits to find a Virgin Queen? Oh you know, purity of the pride and all that. Ha!”

Rupex rested his head on the table, supporting it with his folded arms. Was Marcus jabbing at him? He wasn't so narrow-minded! Was he?

Rupex tried to rise, but his adrenaline had fled once he had seen the horizon aura of his home planet.

I want to see Layla. To tell her that she is... that we could be more to each other than simple business partners.

That’s a foolish thought, one that will leave you with a new kind of grief, Rupex thought groggily, nestling his weary head deeper into the pillow of his arms.

“MANUAL DOCKING SEQUENCE needs to commence in twenty minutes. If you are not ready to begin the manual docking sequence, please reduce the speed, change destination, or engage the engine idle function. Manual docking sequence needs to—”

“Ugh.” Rupex sat up with a groan. An insistent and familiar voice was booming ever louder in his ear. The tinny, annoying voice was juxtaposed with a soft hand on his shoulder, a small weight on his arm.

Layla. She was blinking sleepily against him.

“Layla! What are you doing here?”

“I miss— I didn’t want to miss this. You were sound asleep so I let you rest. The ship has other ideas, huh?” Layla stood and stretched.

Rupex swallowed hard. When Layla stretched, the simple white strip of fabric that was currently her only covering slid down. She grabbed for it, but not before letting him catch a glimpse of her breasts—so different from the small, muscular, mounds of Leonid Queens. No golden fur to hide the finer details and puckers of nipples and the peachy-pink ring of flesh around the hard little pebbles that made her squeal.

Rupex admitted that he missed that sleek, seductive tawniness of his own species. But Layla created a different sort of appreciation in him. “Layla. I—”

“Manual docking sequence needs to commence in eighteen minutes.”

Rupex grimaced in irritation. “It’ll keep doing that every two minutes until I take manual control of the ship.”

“Then you’d better do that.” Layla moved toward the door.

“Why don’t you stay? Have you ever seen footage of Leonid-One? Or the great Northeastern Sea? See that pink tinge turning a deeper red? We’re in Leonid-One’s atmosphere now. In minutes, you’ll see the island.”

Layla hurried over and perched next to him in the vacant co-pilot’s seat.“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen it before, but it reminds me of the films I used to see about Sapien-One. You know, the Atlantic, the Pacific, and all those old oceans.”

“Yes.” Rupex smiled. Calmness filled his soul. They were almost home.

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