Page 60 of Possessed By the Leonid King

Tonight, her pool of juice and extra lubrication seemed to make it easier. Pleasure came faster and harder, even though he moved slower.

“I just want to be filled by you,” she hissed, clamping her pussy on him for a second, her muscles barely able to flex.

His thrusts were slow and steady, his purring increasing as they kissed, hands stroking through manes and hair. “Filled you will be. Heart and soul. Body’s just a bonus. You had so many sad days, yes?”

Layla nodded, unable to speak as the hard flutters that melted her brain and turned her pussy into a puddle took over.

“So have I.” Rupex thrust his hips forward and Layla moaned as her insides stretched to accommodate him. “No more emptiness for either of us, my Queen.”

“I love when you call me that.” Layla let her mind slip as endorphins surged, pushing past the discomfort of his size to the place where she found herself coming endlessly on his cock. She waited for the final thick push that would force his spines inside her, and they would press into her walls, meshing them together until he was spent.

Her limbs seemed to grow limp under his growling, arching thrusts, her body spiraling into a blackness where there were only bright lights of pleasure in her brain. Her clit sent up a surge to join the party as Rupex’s tail tip began stroking it. The fur, slick with her pussy juices and his leaking pre-cum swirled over it like a second tongue.

“My Layla. So giving. Look how you give me every inch of yourself.”

“My Ru. So talented. Not many guys could fuck me, ‘lick me’, and melt me with sweet nothings all at once,” she panted, eyes still closed, body wrapped around him like a second layer of fur.

“Sweet nothings? No, precious. You are my everything.”

Layla’s eyes widened as he finished his sweet words in a hiss. As his words died, his roar replaced them, building as he suddenly shook on top of her, pushing a torrent of hot, creamy cum inside her, pressing her full pussy even further past its limits.

“It’s a good thing I like being so full of you,” Layla whimpered.

“I like being full of you, too. I must not be doing my job.”

“Huh? This was the best, sweetest, most wonderful love-making I’ve ever had.” Also, the only love-making I’ve ever had.

“You come like I do when I push you over the edge.” Rupex worried her shoulder gently with his lips, teeth hidden under them.

A few weeks ago, Layla might have blushed. Having squirting orgasms seemed too intimate, too private, and maybe even wrong to talk about. Rupex was her lover and he made her come that hard. He owned every inch of her. Layla realized with a feeling of delight that she owned him, too—at least, if he meant some of the things he’d said earlier about always being together, cubs or no cubs, contract or no contract.

“You did your job, babe. Believe me.”

“But I could do better.” Rupex slowly moved their bodies until he was spooned behind her, his rigid cock still impaling her, her belly puffed out with his thickness and his cum.

“What are you—” Layla didn’t get to finish her question. Suddenly, her arms were caught up in one paw over her head while his other paw plundered her hyperstimulated clit, rough pads, and smooth fur taking turns to rub it in hard circles while his cock put so much pressure on her aching pussy from the inside.

“I’m worshiping you. I’ll not let you go until I’ve received your... blessing.”

“You are adorably kinky.”

“Hmm. I prefer to think of it as ridiculously in love.”

Layla felt his tail slip between her cheeks, teasing her soaking wet second entrance, lubricated by the slickness they’d been making. “Ru...”

“Whatever it takes to push my Queen to the heights of her pleasure,” he promised.

Layla closed her eyes and let him have her, feeling the pressure build, the hot, burning urge to squirt that she couldn’t deny or control. “I love you.”

“Mm. I’m so very glad. I love you, too.”

LAYLA SLEPT IN HIS arms while he slowly softened and slid from her. Later, he’d spoil her and scrub her gently in the luxurious bath his captain’s quarters possessed.

But not yet.

I told her I loved her. I told her she was mine.

Am I a fool? So many will question, doubt, or outright reject us.

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