Page 42 of Possessed By the Leonid King

Layla was silent for a moment. Her body was shutting off, but a memory burned in a single bright spot as sleep stole over her. “Travel out of the cities, to the safe places. The beautiful places. I knew I couldn’t. I was allowed to take one course on database computers. It was my favorite. You know? These weren’t just the personal access computers that anyone could have to manage their credits and submit their health and work information. These computers let you see things. Other places. Even media from other galaxies.”

Rupex leaned over her, propped up on his elbow. “Database computers are common in Felix Orbus. Most households have at least one. Hm. I had no idea information exchange and computing was so limited on your homeworld.”

She nodded, eyes distant.

“Layla?”

“Hm?”

His voice was gentle. “You had training on one?”

“Long time ago. Little bit.”

“We have nothing to do for a few weeks but look for crew members and try to line up our next shipments. Database computers are vital in researching that sort of thing and taking on jobs. Would you like to help? I could show you what to do.”

Layla felt a warm wash of happiness coat her—and it wasn’t the sticky Leonid cum from their lovemaking. “You’re perfect, too.”

RUPEX SHUT OFF THE media viewer before heading down to the lab.

Yes. The galaxy was in a low-level crisis, a waiting period. But here on the island, it felt like harsh realities couldn’t harm them.

Three days had passed since Layla had called him perfect and fallen asleep in the late afternoon sun by a silver pool.

Marcus was cooking his whiskers off. It honored his late wife’s legacy while allowing him to pontificate on the “science” part of culinary science.

Layla was learning to use one of the older database computers.

Layla was insatiable.

Life was somehow...idyllic.

Out here, with just the three of them, the terrors of reality seemed like bad dreams he could switch off.

Especially when Layla had taken to sleeping next to him, her own quarters on the ship and the island largely ignored. Especially when she smelled so... tempting.

The salty air blew through the open windows of the little beach shack that morning, ruffling his mane, making him raise his head just enough to smile down on his petite little Queen.

Petite, yes. Little, yes. But not weak. By Bastet, she made him roar. It was no wonder Marcus had tersely rejected the offer of assembling a portable shelter near their huts. He didn’t need to hear the constant mating roars—from both of them.

Rupex snuffled and chuckled, his muzzle pressed to her sleep-tangled hair. He was teaching Layla to roar, too. He was teaching her so many things, like how to ride him, taking him deeper, her pussy stretching around his cock and making room to squeeze him past that hard, firm nub that was the entrance to her womb. He couldn’t penetrate it, but there was a pocket of space just under it at the right angle. Last night, she’d slid him in that direction, her eyes wide, her mouth wide, silent.

And then her gasping mewl had turned into roars of pleasure as his spines swirled and clung, vibrating inside her as he purred his satisfaction.

Good little Queen, he’d called her. Good, beautiful, delicious Queen.

“My sweet, delectable Layla, my—” Rupex stopped murmuring a waking endearment into her ear as Layla shifted feebly against him.

Blood. Blood on her thighs.

Leonid reflexes were nothing to mock, even if the Cheetahs insisted they were the fastest. Within a blink of his predator eyes, Rupex had scooped up the sleeping girl and was racing toward the ship, uncaring for their nudity.

I speared her. Oh, my beautiful Layla! How did I fail to realize? I am a fool!

And what if I’ve ruined our chances of having cubs now? What if I’ve taken away this contract before it’s been a whole month?

I’ll ask her to stay on, anyway. It’s my fault. It’s only right. It’s—

“Why are we running?” Layla’s panicked voice reached his ear as he careened to a halt in front of the entrance to the ship. “Why are we naked!?”

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