Page 59 of Possessed By the Leonid King

Rupex loved her during these moments. His taste for prey was controlled and definitely used to her advantage. She had no idea how soothing his oral ministrations could be to her, and the intense orgasms he gave her made her achy muscles dance in relief.

“I love that you love every inch of me. Every drop.” She pulled away, getting to her knees. She was going to prove that she felt the same.

“You don’t mind that I enjoy it so much?” Rupex’s tail did a jittery tremble on the bed, like a guilty child fidgeting.

“I do not.” She shifted herself over his thighs, straddling them. Rupex moaned and reached for her plump, swollen lips. “Ah-ah. Your turn, I said.”

“But this is supposed to be my night to woo and romance you. I have to show you my constant attention,” he argued, mischief in his eyes.

“But I’m making love to you, too. I’ve never done that before.” Layla clasped her hands around the base of his cock as she looked into his eyes. “Lots of sex. The best has been with you. But making love? Nope.” Yes, she had used the term sometimes to soften the way she felt about sex, and she thought it often when she was in Rupex’s arms, but this was different. This time she could tell him.

“I love you.” Her tongue slowly circled the tip of his cock. “I love your taste. I love the little extras you have.” She ran her fingers lightly over the spines at his base and watched his head flop back to the pillow as if he’d gone boneless. “I love the way this feels inside me, filling me up and stretching me out.”

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this,” he half-snarled, “but Queens are typically passionate but not overly talkative in these situations. A lot of moaning sounds.” Ru gestured to the noises above them, the moaning, chanting mood music.

“You want me to shut up?”

“No. I want to thank Bastet that you are my Queen, blessed with an incredibly wicked mouth.”

“You just wait.” Layla wrapped her lips around him and pushed down, the wide crown filling her mouth completely, snagging on her teeth with a little catch that made him shiver and purr like a transport motor. Her hands wrapped around the base, tickling his spines as she stroked him steadily, sometimes twisting her hand around the base to swirl the spines horizontally instead of stroking them vertically. Rupex whimpered, and salty, slightly sweet pre-cum began trickling down her throat.

He’s going to keep doing that until he’s buried inside me, so deep inside me.

Her pussy throbbed hungrily. Layla pulled her mouth off to glare at him playfully, still stroking, her lips pecking his shaft between words. “You. Bad. Kitty. You spoiled me. My pussy will never take another cock now. It only wants yours. Human men won’t do it for me.”

“Don’t talk about them. Don’t want to think about anyone else touching you.”

“Was that the point? To make me fall in love with your cock first and you second?”

“Did it work?” Ru shut his eyes, hips squirming, claws bunching in the sheets as she started sucking on him again, this time not forcing his jaw-stretching girth in her mouth, but using her open mouth to adore him.

“I think it might have been a tie.” Layla worked both hands around him now and ran her tongue over his slit. His whimper turned into a roar.

“No one... ever... so thorough.”

“It’s us naughty human types. We’re not austere. Well, not me.”

“I love you like you are. You’re meant for a Leonid, Layla. You are more wild than half the Queens with Felid blood. I like you like this, love you like this, so perfectly delicate and yet so fierce-hearted.”

“I think you’re a lot better than most human men... but to be fair, I didn’t let myself get close to any of them.”

As Layla began working her mouth and hands around him in unison, she heard Rupex moan, “You were meant for me.”

LAYLA LANGUIDLY SLID her tongue lower, finding his spines. Her mouth caused an intense reaction, her tongue licking the little nubs that swelled against her lips as if trying to fill the space and lock her to him.

“So that’s how these little guys work,” Layla mused softly between licks, watching his spines puff up and create a thick ring of flesh around his base. “That’s why you get ‘stuck’ in my little pussy, hm?”

Rupex’s paw suddenly clamped down on the top of her head, lightly scraping her scalp and entangling in her hair. “Come here, you. You can’t drive me to the brink of madness with your naughty mouth and ruin my carefully planned evening.”

Layla left her perch between his thighs with a pout, fingers trailing over his furry, muscular abdominal muscles and giving a longing whimper at the perfect pair of balls hanging tight and full under the base of his cock.

“It was an amazing evening, and you’re amazing for not minding the way I tilted it on its axis.” Layla allowed herself to be drawn into his arms, giggling as she nestled onto his chest. With a twist, he put her on her back, his long, lean form over her, his thick tip brushing her pouting, slick pussy.

Before, their encounters had been full of pleasure, heat, and even a little danger as he stalked her and chased her through their private island paradise.

This was different. His head settled over hers and he pressed his forehead to hers, wide triangular nose against her lips. He nudged her with his cheek, over and over, purring over her in a new way. This was a steady, low possessive sound that never shut off. It even caused his voice to thicken and distort as he murmured, “My Layla. My love. You were meant for me. I have been looking for you for so much longer than I thought.”

“Ru...” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her calves around his thighs, feeling the now-familiar stretch that stung her opening for a split second before it swallowed his cock. She felt him holding back, moving slow. Each inch was sweet torture, pushing her wider, filling her deeper, making her wish that he was buried in her to the point where she strained to take him.

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