Page 41 of Possessed By the Leonid King

His answering roar in the late afternoon sun made her shiver. “Layla!”

Chapter Seventeen

She feels safe with me. She called me her King.

I have a pride again, a Queen again. My heart knows it.

That little human doesn’t know what she’s done, calling me that while my essence is pumping into her. There is no greater act of love, loyalty, and submission to my rule.

Rupex purred, just as Layla wanted. His thoughts would allow nothing else as he held his sweet, soft female in his arms as his member was still buried inside her, still spurting and filling her. The pressure was driving her mad, and he could feel her pussy trembling and convulsing as a chain of orgasms continued inside her like a series of explosions.

Finally, he popped free, leaving most of him inside, and a creamy mess flowed over both of them.

“Wow,” Layla whispered, nuzzling her face to his cheek.

“Indeed.”

Time seemed sweet and easy, holding her on the lake shore, naked in paradise, like the first creation stories. Lions and humans had been friends then, too.

Things fell.

Like history, always falling and rising again. “I’m glad your kind and mine are friends,” Rupex sighed against her neck.

FRIENDS.

Is that all we are?

Layla hid her disappointment. Friends with one helluva a lot of benefits. I can live with that. “Can we sleep under the stars tonight?” That wasn’t a safe thing to do on Sapien-Three, not in the cities. You couldn’t see the stars through the haze of smog, anyway.

“After we get clothes on and eat Marcus’ duck. It’s his mother-in-law’s recipe.”

“I’ll make a fuss.”

“You’re quite perfect,” Rupex purred and kissed her.

Layla yawned. “I never used to feel sleepy after sex.”

“I doubt your prior partners treated you like the sexual athlete you are.”

“I don’t think I was any kind of athlete before you.”

“Hm? Oh, well, then I accept the compliment for enhancing you. I doubt I was quite as insatiable before you, either. My Layla.” His paw stroked over her side, riding the hills of her hips and bust, cupping one breast on the upstroke. “What sort of contract work did you do before that trafficker caught you?”

Layla snorted sleepily. “That trafficker. You know, I saw him all the time in my neighborhood. I never knew. I thought he was just some slouchy dude who didn’t have to work nights. Now I know. He worked nights, all right. He was always working.”

“Shh. We’ll find him, Layla. He will pay.”

Layla smiled as she dozed off. Rupex will find him. And eat him. She giggled. “I’m going insane.”

“You are not, you are just overtired. And perhaps relaxed.”

“Very relaxed.” Guilt poked her and woke her up. “This is an easy job. I shouldn’t get paid for this.”

“Yes, you should.” Rupex gave her a long, soothing lick that ran from shoulder to cheek. “This is very important work, and I can’t do it by myself.”

“But so far all I’m doing is having sex and sleeping.”

Rupex was silent. This time, he asked a different question. “What did you want to do? Contract-wise?”

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