Page 33 of Possessed By the Leonid King

Rupex’s snorting breaths and slapping paws overtook the wind in her ears as she ran. He was so close that she could feel wisps of fur as she swung herself nimbly in a U-turn around the base of the tree, heading off the path. She was smaller and able to fit easily through the trees while he growled and clawed in frustration.

But in just a few yards, Layla found herself staring at the beach again, a beach farther down from the place where they’d docked, as if the island were curving to give them privacy.

Realizing that she didn’t know where to run or turn made her pause.

“Ah ha!” Rupex sprang at her when she turned to look over her shoulder.

Her heart stopped for a second. Maybe there was a glimmer of fear. Seven feet of raging muscle, flying fur, and snarling jaws would give anyone a momentary twinge of unease, right?

Paws connected with her, one seizing her hair, the other grabbing her wrist. Before she could cry out, Layla’s mouth was smothered in a frantic kiss and her wrists were pressed together in one of his unyielding paws.

“Oh!” She managed to gasp as Rupex hoisted her in the air as if examining a piece of prey he’d just snared. She dangled above him for a minute, her navel at his nose.

Then the hot, furry muzzle butted her thighs apart, putting her on display for the world to see—but they were the only two in this little part of the world.

His long pink tongue slathered and slapped at her overflowing pussy, purring and growling in turns as he ate her out. Eventually, Rupex let go of her wrists long enough to set her astride his muzzle, his tongue deep in her pussy.

Layla couldn’t even make words. She hung onto his mane and let the Leonid devour her, too overcome with pleasure to worry about him slipping and biting into her.

“Knees. On your knees!” Rupex’s voice was urgent, desperate, and harsh. Not mean. He didn’t want her to beg for mercy.

He wanted to take her from behind.

Layla felt his jaws close around the back of her neck, but he purred contentedly as his paws pressed her palms into the soft sand. Her knees sank under his weight and her thighs were forced apart by his hardness.

She was wet and ready for his size, but not his ferocity. Instead of easing into her to make sure she could handle the vastness of his cock, Rupex seemed lost in a primal haze. His teeth pricked her neck and his paws dug into hers. His cock speared her hard and fast, leaving her breathless with the sudden burning pain, and then shaking in relief as the pleasure followed.

He wouldn’t let her thrust back. When she tried, his tail lashed around her waist and held her still.

The message was clear. I’m fucking you. You’re taking it.

Should that make her whimper in delight?

Maybe not, but she did it anyway.

“Yes! Yes, I’m yours. Fuck me hard. Fuck me any way you want to,” Layla managed to warble.

Rupex let go of her neck to lick it and nuzzle his big, shaggy head to hers. “You are mine?”

“Uh-huh. Just don’t stop,” she begged.

“Say it, then. Say it each time.”

He pounded into her steadily, faster and faster. Her cries of “I’m yours! I’m yours! I’m yours!” became one long, wailing babble. “Yours!”

Layla felt an extra savage push from behind, one that left her cheek in the sand and spitting out grit. Rupex had managed to work his spines into her and she felt them latch, pressing her apart as warm cum started pouring into her, flooding her pussy as she came. The pain was dull, but there. She reached back to rub her clit and found her wrist snatched away and bound by his tail.

“That’s my pussy, little Layla. Mine. You said so.”

“Yes. It is.”

“Then ask me to take care of it.”

“Rub my clit. Please. I need—I need to come more. So big.”

There was a pause. “Are you hurt? Did I—”

“No! You’re just big, sweetie.”

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