Page 40 of Possessed By the Leonid King

The water came up to her calves as they dangled over Rupex’s arm. He snarled out a laugh. “It’s deeper in the middle. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.”

Layla nodded, shuddering out a relieved breath against him. It was only then that she noticed that he was naked. Earlier he had been in pants, but they were missing. His cock rubbed her bare bottom as he held her to his chest.

“Caught you, pretty prey,” he whispered, stripping her shirt off and throwing it onto the sandy soil ringing the pond. “Now, I devour you.”

LAYLA WHIMPERED AS Rupex pinned her in the sand, using the shirt she’d been wearing as a thin blanket between her skin and the ground. This wasn’t the gentle lapping of a lover’s tongue. He had said devour, and that’s what he was doing.

Teeth and claws scraped over her skin, making her gasp without drawing blood. His jaws closed over her ankle, dragging her down until she was prone, cheek to the earth. With her belly down, he planted his paws on her shoulders, then the small of her back, roaring before his tongue lathed down her spine and between her legs.

Rupex was in control, there was no denying it. When she shifted, he growled. He wants to be in charge of the positioning? Fine by me, Layla thought as he headbutted her legs apart and began tonguing her hard little pearl.

“Scream for me. I want you to roar.”

“Roar?” Layla asked, confused and high on pleasure. “I don’t—”

“You will be the time I’m done with you,” Rupex warned, snarling against her ear as he flattened his velvety chest over back, pulling one thigh far to the side with his tail.

Layla bucked under him, desperate to be filled. She felt a wave of heat that she was beginning to associate with the booster she’d received. Her hormones spiking, demanding the touch of her King.

Rupex growled in satisfaction when her wet slit rubbed against his crown.

“You want me to roar? I want you to purr. What makes you purr, bad kitty?” Layla taunted, a playful laugh under her breathless words. Her hips wiggled back feeling him stretch her, pain shimmering for a second before he filled her and the pleasure won out.

“You. You make me purr. You make me feel... ways I haven’t felt before.”

That silenced her, the thoughts crowding her brain too complex for the sensations overwhelming her body. What kind of things? Mere physical things? Leonid pussies wouldn’t be this tight, their larger, muscular bodies weren’t playthings that appealed to his predatory spirit.

So, did the Leonid mean physical things or heart things?

Layla struggled under him. At first, he held her in place, his growl turning to one of warning until she whimpered, “I wanna see your face.”

Instantly, his grip loosened, and she whirled with him in a tangle of limbs, cock, and tail until she found herself staring at his panting face, still flecked with blood around the whiskers from his earlier kill.

“My Layla. My Queen.”

“My King. Oh, God, yes, my King.” Layla felt her body loosen and relax as she could pull her knees up over his back. His cock slid in deep, stretching and filling her, pounding her to the edge of pain and pleasure. Layla groaned low and primal, a sound that came from the belly.

“That’s your roar, isn’t it, little Layla? A sound of longing. When words won’t come...” Rupex rutted in her and she made the sound again. “Now make it my name.”

“Ruuu.” Layla dug her fingers into his mane, impressed anew at the sheer size of her lover, not just his cock, but his head, his shoulders— “Huge.”

Now, he purred. “Well, yes. Comparatively.”

She shook her head, feeling the sand scratching at her scalp and slipping through her hair. Pleasure melted her defenses. “Do you like being the big, bad kitty? The huge Leonid railing the tiny little human?”

His purr intensified, but his lips parted in a snarl.

Guilty pleasure, Layla thought with a smirk. The same guilty pleasure that admits I love fucking this non-human. I like the fur, the spiky base, and the tail that goes naughty places. Some Leonids would be turned off, some humans would be scared. We’re not. We fit.

“You make me... feel safe.” Layla gasped as his paws came to rest on her upper arms, using her for leverage so he could work the final inches inside her. She winced and moaned at the fullness as the spiny nubs found her walls and swelled, clamping them together. Rupex’s tail slid around and started playing across her clit.

No words left. Just shattering pleasure as his cum started to flow inside her, unable to escape past his swollen spiky base.

Nothing but pleasure, and Rupex’s voice. “Safe?”

She nodded. As a child, she’d wished for someone to keep her safe from the harsh world around her, from the bullies that were just part of the system of growing up parentless and poor. Unable to find one, she had become that bigger, safer friend for her younger housemates.

Layla had an image of strolling Sapien-Three with her lover by her side. No one would dare mess with him. As her orgasm bubbled over, she twisted her arms enough to embed her fingers in the soft fur of his forearms. “Rupex.” The only word that she could make.

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