Page 32 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“Won’t they have a tail hole?”

“We can close it. You can wear her shirts as dresses, I imagine.” Rupex pressed a valve on the top of the package and it poofed out, bright fabric bursting from the seams. “They should be fresh and wearable, but we can hang them on some branches for the day to air if you’d like.”

Layla held up a striped pink sundress—which was probably a sleeveless top or undershirt for the deceased Queen. “I need panties. Underwear. And bras.”

“Ah. That... hm. That may be a job for the AAU when we replace the control module. Leonid females are more muscular and less... buoyant.”

Layla watched his eyes zero in on her breasts. “Let me try this on.” Feeling a spike of lust that wouldn’t be dulled, Layla held his gaze and dropped the sheet-dress to the floor. Under his simmering, unblinking gaze, Layla picked up the sundress, her breasts tightening, the nipples turning to rocks as she watched Rupex’s tail lashing the ground. His uniform was noticeably tented in the front.

“Put that on,” he growled.

Layla hesitated, the dress up to her chest. “N...No.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“No. You take that off. We’re not on the Comet Stalker now. You’re not the captain. Maybe I wanna claim this little spot of land for Sapien-Three,” she taunted, swinging her naked hips, feeling slickness kiss the space where the tops of her thighs rubbed together.

A low, warning growl rumbled, making the fabric against her chest rustle. “You don’t know what sort of game you’re playing.”

“But I know who I’m playing. You. You like this game.” She stepped closer, aching to undo the collar and peel him out of his tight-fitting black uniform.

“What game is it?”

“Seduction.”

His eyes flickered but didn’t show agreement.

“Conquest?”

He panted without speaking.

Closer, but not close enough. “The thrill of the hunt?”

His tail lashed so hard that it sent the other two packages toppling to the ground.

“Rupex?” She dropped the dress and held out her arms, but the Leonid didn’t approach. Maybe she was going about this wrong. Layla swallowed, confused signals running between her brain and her body. “I thought—”

With a half-roar that made the hairs on her arms prick up, Rupex yanked his uniform down to the waist, revealing the tightly woven tapestry of hard sinew and muscle under luxurious golden fur. With a growl that made her juices run like a river, Rupex shucked the rest of his clothing off, hard cock swinging at half-mast, bobbing as if undecided about hanging between his thighs or standing at attention against his abdomen.

“Oh, God.” Layla bit her lower lip, then gasped. Rupex fell to the ground, crouching on all fours.

“Run, my beautiful little tease. Run and let me catch you. That’s how we play this game.”

IF YOU RAN NAKED ON the streets of Sapien-Three, you were probably escaping from a gang of thugs who had stopped to switch positions, your home had caught on fire while you were in the shower, or you had gone insane.

Naked and public didn’t mix. They were terrifying.

This was liberating and exhilarating. A different sort of fear coated Layla’s nerves—the fear that she would wake up and find herself running naked out of a drug lord’s den, her mind gone and her body ravaged.

A laughing roar sent her mind back to the present.

Sandy dirt paths. Lush green trees with broad fringed leaves. A violet-blue sky and a teal-blue ocean.

Paradise.

“Laaayyyla!”

A monster’s paradise.

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