Page 45 of Possessed By the Leonid King

He wants me to stay with him.

He said... it wasn’t just about money or cubs.

Someone likes me. He likes me. Wants me. Maybe even loves me.

A hard nip on her clit refocused her. She watched as Rupex nuzzled in deeper, then pulled back to grin at her, his tawny fur bearing crimson streaks across the muzzle.

“Pretty prey. Sweetest thing I’ve ever hunted,” he whispered, licking his lips.

The words shouldn’t make her pussy jump with excitement, but they did. “Only time I’ve ever wanted to be hunted. Stalked. Pounced on and devoured. Oh, God! God, Ru, deeper. Fuck me with your tongue!” Her cries crescendoed as he dove back in, snarling and growling in between licks.

I should feel panicked, shouldn’t I? He could bite me in half...

But he won’t.

Layla felt an orgasm beginning to build in her middle, a tight knot of pressure forming each time his long, rough tongue invaded and buzzed inside her.

He wants you. Likes you. Maybe even loves you.

You trust him, Layla. When was the last time you can say that happened?

Faces of vanished friends swept past her closed eyes and then vanished as she focused on the Leonid lavishing her with his tongue.

“You’re all clean, sweet Layla. Sweet, juicy Layla.”

“But we’re not done. And since you know I’m not expecting yet... we can go a little wild. Do you know that’s what they call the non-evolved species on Sapien-Three? All the lions, tigers, and panthers? Wildcats?”

Rupex dropped his shoulders from under her legs and deftly caught her, a lion batting a mouse. In seconds, she was bending under him, his cock invading as she pressed the wall for support—not that she would have needed to. One of his massive paws was wrapped around her throat, the other tugging back her hair, and something—oh yes, his tail—was busy stroking her clit while he pounded her.

“Wild like this, Layla?” he growled.

She felt the fleshy spines at his base invade her much more smoothly than they’d done in previous encounters.

He’s stretched me out already.

Not that I’m complaining.

“Wild like this,” she agreed, squeezing down on his cock and waiting.

It came. The tidal wave of cum, arriving in long, shivering jets.

“This really is the spa. Luxury treatments, inside and out.” She nuzzled into his arm as he released her throat. “You make an exceptional loofah.”

The once-taciturn Leonid laughed against her skin. “I aim to please.”

“IT ONLY LASTS THREE days or so. Then it’s time to start baby-making sex so we don’t miss the fertile window. I’ve always avoided getting knocked up, so I have no idea when the heck that is.”

Layla toweled off and waddled out of the bathroom in bulging underwear. “Leonid Queen pads are not human-sized. And I don’t even want to know about their tampons.”

“Nor do I.” Rupex looked mystified and alarmed. “Are you sore?”

“No. I’ll just have to cut these down to size or something. Do you guys have scissors, or do you just use claws?”

“I’m sure we have scissors,” Rupex said drily. “Now, come. We should eat.”

“Not full?” Layla winked at him and pulled on a black sleeveless top that was a baggy dress on her.

“No, but curiously sated. Still, Marcus will wonder if we don’t appear at some point. He was planning to catch and fry a brace of roundfish for lunch.”

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