Page 22 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“What in the cosmos?” He batted the sheets away to reveal long, silver cylinders and a tube of thick lubricating gel.

“Marcus. He told me to practice taking big cocks,” Layla snickered.

“Gods, you are naughty.” Queens that he’d known were so much more reserved, even in their flirtation.

Layla lacked their grace and elegance, but there was sinful deliciousness about her that no one had ever offered him. His one taste of her had made him hungry for another.

“He didn’t say it like that. He told me to get your sensitive nubby spines into my pussy and keep them there so you make gallons of cum and fill me with cubs.” She bared her short, blunt teeth at him in an imitation of his own snarling smile.

Fuck, she is adorable. Naughty, insatiable, clever... His early opinions about humans and Layla in particular were being reversed far too fast for his normal reticence to allow. “If Marcus told you to do that, I’ll eat the ship’s navigation unit.”

“He didn’t use those words, but the meaning was the same,” Layla whispered as she struggled under him, fighting his clothes down.

Rupex knew he should tell her to stop squirming. It was too much like prey. The urge to bite was prickling at the back of his mind, but he channeled it into his cock. Thrust. Attack. Penetrate. Make it so she can’t move, stuffed with your cock and pinned by your spines. Fuck, how he wanted that, wanted to feel her little walls locked around him as she writhed, helpless to shift away.

“You do things to me. Things a Queen has never done,” Rupex confessed.

“You do things to me, too. Things I like, things I want more of.” One of her hands seized the silver probe by her head. “Think this thing will really help us?”

“I prefer the old-fashioned way, as paradoxical as that sounds.” Rupex sneered at the phallic substitute.

“So you don’t want to watch me warm up for you?”

He froze above her. Watch? Watch Layla forcing that long silver rod inside, exploring the depths where he wanted to go?

Tempting, but... no.

“No. Your ‘pussy’, as you call it, is mine. At least for the next seven months or so,” he growled.

“Then I guess you’d better help me with my assignment,” Layla said with a coy smirk, one hand stroking his cock, the other stroking the metal probe. With a daring grin, she put both together, watching him grunt in surprise as the long, smooth phallus rubbed against his. “It’s too cold, isn’t it?”

The sudden thought of toying with his prey—his lover, he corrected himself sharply, was far too appealing to pass up. The toy was smaller than him anyway, but only by two or three inches. “Marcus assigned you this? To stretch yourself with these?”

“Mmhmm. But he didn’t say I couldn’t have help.”

LAYLA KNEW THAT SHE was sick. Sick in a wonderful, twisted, kinky way that had to be related to the shot she’d received.

Why else would she be sucking on Rupex’s cock while he slowly worked the long metal probe in and out of her leaking pussy? Why else would she be moaning and squealing as he started moving it faster and faster, telling her to open up for him?

She’d never let men boss her around, but she hadn’t been a prude. Sex was a cheap drug, it let her escape and get numb on her terms. It didn’t give her feelings like this.

“Ohhhh. Oh, fuck, Rupex.”

“Is it true some human women take lovers of this size?” he demanded, panting, one of his paws working the base of his cock.

She slid under his paw and dragged her nails along his spines, watching his back arch and his massive jaw go slack in pleasure. With a push, she batted his paw away and replaced it with her tongue, licking along the rows of nubs while she watched him shudder.

“Human women don’t take human lovers that size because they don’t exist on Sapien-Three. But toys exist. Other species exist. Some women take them, or at least in part. I like this better.” She pulled on his rigid cock, eliciting a growl as she rubbed it over her stiff nipples. “At least now I can tell Marcus I was a good patient and did as I was told.”

“You don’t strike me as terribly obedient,” Rupex moaned, pulling free of her grasp.

Layla bit her lip as the slippery metal stayed inside her. Rupex grabbed both her ankles easily in one paw and hoisted them up, leaving her speared and full for his lustful eyes.

Not obedient? No, she’d never been one to go along without questioning. But with Rupex... Well, she felt strangely safe. She could see herself obeying his orders in certain situations. He was a captain. She was a guest on his ship and even if she wasn’t part of his crew, she hoped she could help him while she was on board. Besides being a captain, Rupex was a King. She felt the power, real, earned power emanating from him.

“Wh-what orders do you want me to obey?” Layla asked, feeling gravity and pleasure work against her clamping muscles.

“No commands but to take me inside of that tight, soft little paradise again.” Rupex brushed the crown of his cock against her opening, already full.

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