Page 16 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
Marcus was suddenly back in position, purring against her entire pussy, making her see stars as vibrations rippled through her. She felt his thick, long first digit push into her, easily as thick as Brent’s slender cock. The wet, slick “slurp” of her pussy against his intrusion was audible, even over his purring.
It went in, pressed up and stroked her upper wall as if he was trying to pull her juices towards her clit, as if her were trying, ever so gently, to turn her inside out.
And whatever it was, whatever he was hitting along that upper wall, whatever his vibrations did to her—she couldn’t explain. All she knew was that she was curled up suddenly, both of her hands in his thick, full mane, screaming in short, hard gasps.
“Abi,” he panted back, moving harder against her, thrusting faster.
She latched onto his mane and yanked, earning a startled growl, desperate to kiss him while he made her peak, while he showed her she wasn’t broken, that she was still vibrant, sexy, and not ready to sink back into the dull drudgery of life on Sapien-Three. “Yes, Marcus,” she hissed, kissing him, colliding with him, bruising her lip on his powerful, pointed teeth in a desperate kiss.
She could taste herself on his tongue, mixed with blood from where her lip had met his fangs. His golden eyes widened in thedark, and she felt the paw gripping her lower back turn from pads to claws.
Don’t care, she thought, moaning as she slithered from the bed into his arms.
HE SHOULDN’T COMPARE. Wasn’t comparing.
Maybe it had just been so long. Maybe it was never like this.
That was okay, for this to be new for both of them.
The hot hint of her blood on his lip, mixed with her abundant nectar, and the feel of her walls throbbing and squeezing on him nearly undid him. Brought out something he thought was dead, or that he’d never even gotten to experience.
Want her. She is mine. Her blood. Her body. This sweet little hole.Allher holes.
Dizzy with lust, he didn’t even register that she was in his lap now, her legs wrapping around his waist, her naked lower body rubbing against his hard cock and furry thighs.
The feral beast in the back of his brain roared and reminded him that he could claim her now. She was wet. Ready.
She had barely accepted his finger. She wouldn’t accept six or seven inches of Leonid cock, and that was a requirement for breeding. At least one row of spines had to be inside of her, or they wouldn’t swell and mesh together, locking him inside of her to spill his seed.
And what a soft, fertile garden she was hiding.
Marcus heard his own voice speaking in the dark, muffled against her neck. “I got carried away.”
“Hm? Why? What did you intend to do?” Abigail asked between the kisses that seared his soul, burning off the dead wood that had grown over the growing places in his heart.
“Give you pleasure.”
“You’ve done that.”
“I meant it to be more... gentle.” Had he really been fucking her with his tongue a few minutes ago, eyes locked on hers to see how she was taking him, watching her face deciphering sensations and imagining what it would look like when she finally took his cock? Had he really dug his claws into her back and been momentarily high off of her blood?
“It was as gentle as I wanted it,” she whispered, stroking back his mane, pressing her forehead to his as she scooted higher into his lap and he bowed his head to meet hers. “It was gentle until the pace picked up, and even then, it wasn’t rough.”
“Really?”
“Honestly.” She bit her lip and her hand glided from his shoulder down his chest—down to his cock. “Do you want me to be gentle here? I can be.” Her fingertips danced over his crown as softly as a warm breeze. “Or not touch you at all?” Her voice turned from simply shy to uneasy, and her fingers curled back into her palm. “I’m sorry, I should have asked before I—”
Marcus tilted her chin up and silenced her with a kiss while wrapping his paw around her hand. He heard her gasp around his searching tongue as he pressed her palm and fingers into a tight ring of pressure around his cock, eyes closing in bliss as he smelled another wet wave of paradise coming from the soft cleft he’d just explored. “You’re gentleness is one reason I like you so much,” he told her, paw tugging at the back of her dress. “But you don’t have to be too gentle here. Our sensory systems are a little different. More dense. Need more pressure.”
Her hand squeezed and started to pump as she squirmed against him, and Marcus really wished they were up on that bed instead of down beside it.
All in good time.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Like that.”
“That’s not hurting you? I’m squeezing you hard.”
