Page 17 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
“It feels like heaven in your hands,” he purred, and she giggled.
For a second, there was just kissing, pumping, and silence. His paw finally succeeded in lifting her dress from over her head, and she yanked his shirt off.
“It’ll be an awfully tight fit,” Abigail murmured.
“We don’t have to do that until you’re ready.”
“Would you... Would you come over and help me get ready? Practice?”
Marcus nodded, already picturing fucking her with one digit, then two, his tail, his tongue, and the long silver probes in the med bay inside her as he played with her. “Any sort of practice you want.”
“And if we can... If it works, then you’ll draw up a job offer and I’ll submit my contract.”
Her words killed the pleasure he was feeling, and that was quite the feat.
That’s right. This is a job interview, of sorts. A means to an end. Don’t lose your head.
Or your heart.
She kept stroking him, kept kissing him, little pecks around his mouth and down his jaw and neck. “Right. Yes. And your physical exam.”
“Would you do it? Instead of Skyla?”
You should say no.
“Absolutely. Tomorrow night?”
“Mmhm.” Her hand moved faster. “You’re not leaving yet, right?”
He never wanted to leave this moment, where they were warm and snuggled together, a circle of soft breasts, smooth skin, thick fur, and hard parts, all throbbing pleasure and curious touches. “I’ll stay as long as you want, but I wondered ifyou wanted me to leave before you went to bed. In case anyone would see me spending the night in your quarters and think—”
His brain wouldn’t work.Think what? That we’re lovers?
“That’s a good idea. In a little bit. We haven’t even touched that wine.”
“I’ll go get it.” Marcus rose, easily lifting her with him, but Abigail kept a hold of him, one fist closing tight on the fur that her fingers were sinking into.
“I want to finish this first,” she whispered. Abi sat on the bed, looked up at him, and pulled him next to her.
“It won’t take long. Been so long,” he laughed, a little hint of bitterness underneath his smile.
“I don’t want to rush you, I’m just... enjoying being close to someone like this,” she confessed.
“So am I.”
IT WAS NATURAL, SHEsupposed, sprawling on a bed, that they’d end up kissing, lying on their sides, her toes somewhere around his knees so that their heads lined up, their arms criss-crossed so she could stroke his cock while his paw returned to her pussy, rubbing and stroking to coax another orgasm from her.
When she put her thigh over his to snuggle in deeper, his slick pink cock with a sheer, satiny coating of silvery fur at the base rubbed against her, and they both moaned. “Little spines,” she murmured in awe as the rings of dark pink nubs seemed to swell against her.
“That’s right. They swell and mesh inside of you,” Marcus explained, not seeming to mind the mix of education and exhilaration.
Abigail looked down and measured by feel in the dark. Her fingers didn’t quite meet around his cock, but if she’d had longernails, they would have. He wasn’t as big as she’d feared, but he was still huge. And long. Her fingers walked down the length of him, stopping just past the first rows of densely packed nubs. She stroked them, and Marcus purred loudly, breathing hard.
“Just around seven inches. That’s all that has to fit inside.”
“I don’t think that’s ever happened before. Brent was— Well, a lot smaller.”
“Human Queens don’t need a long length to be happy—but I promise you’ll enjoy it if you let me in. We’ll work up to it,” he soothed away her next question. “And there are positions where it’ll be easier for you to accommodate me. Positions that are good for deep penetration aren’t always species specific.”
