Page 25 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
Abigail released a long, satisfied groan as she wrapped her arms around him, letting herself be buried in silky fur and the hard lines of muscle under it. “I’m looking forward to your research, I’m just afraid I won’t be... I won’t do things right. That I won’t feel things the way I should.”
“The only thing you should feel is pleasure, and you’re going to teach me just what you like. You are not a test subject, you’re my Queen. We learn together. So far, I can tell that you like this.” His digit continued its long, slow thrusts.
Her walls squeezed against the intrusion, but that only made it feel better, with warm, confusing waves sweeping up to her chest and down to her thighs. “You touch spots others didn’t,” she admitted.
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “I’ve studied human anatomy, male and female. One doesn’t need much to—”
“He didn’t have much, and he was quick about using it. I wasn’t upset by that. I didn’t much like it to begin with, so I was glad when it was—what?”
“You don’t like it?” Marcus’ paw stilled inside of her, and began to withdraw.
Like lightning, she crossed her legs, pinning his wrist, keeping him in place. “I didn’t like it with Brent—the only man I was ever with. I like it with you. I want to do more. With you.”
His sigh of relief made her smile. “It’s likely he was one of the fools that didn’t realize most of a woman’s pleasure comes from an external source—although it has been revealed to me by my colleagues—purely for my own education, of course, thathuman Queens receive a lot of pleasure from being filled for long periods of time. I think that gives them the chance to have all the secret internal places pleasured, and the duration... Well. We last longer than our human counterparts. And perhaps we’re more appreciative of our Queens. We don’t find it out of place to kneel before them—and worship.”
Abigail gasped as he moved with agility and grace that she hadn’t seen before. He was in a new position before she could blink, poised over her soft middle with its sags and silvery ripples of pale skin on “flabby” skin. “Marcus, can you come back?” she entreated. Tonight, the lights weren’t off. They were bright from the previous exam, and even adrenaline and lust didn’t blot out lingering shyness.
“No.” He said simply. “I like it where I am, thank you very much.”
WHEN HIS FACE WAS BURIEDbetween her legs and her thighs were shaking against the sides of his muzzle, he lost part of himself. Maybe he found part of himself. Someone brasher, harsher, hungrier.
But she was different too, her hands in his mane, her panting cries short and sharp as he made her come with his tongue, took a breath, and started fucking her with his digits. “Two this time,” he said with a long lick of her spasming, quivering slit. Claws in, digits pressed tightly to each other, he pushed, and watched her stretch around him.
“Ooh,” she breathed out. “So full.”
The equivalent of two dinky human cocks—at least the one she’d experienced, Marcus thought. “I think you enjoy being full. Your pussy says so.” He thrust in and out, listening to the slick, juicy sound each push made.
“I do,” she breathed, eyes closed, head tilted back.
“Let’s work on a third. You’re swallowing these down so prettily. Look at that,” he praised as he pressed in all the way, his knuckles under her clit.
“I would, but I can’t see,” she quipped, a moan under her words.
Some devilment made him reach for her personal computer, lying on his bedside table. “I’ll show you.”
“What?” she gasped, and Marcus found his fingers drenched. He moved them faster.
My wild little Abi. Still waters running deep—deep as this sweet pussy will stretch by the time I’m done with it. “I think you like the idea of seeing your pink tunnel stretched around me. You get so wet when I talk about it. Wetter when I make it happen.” He flicked on the homescreen, and the screen reflected her face, startled and flushed.
Then he moved it lower, positioning it between her legs, revealing her spread lips and stretching hole. “Don’t look away. You like this, I can tell.”
“I... Shouldn’t?”
“Why? It’s your own body. It’s a beautiful one. Intelligent people often are inspired by beauty. I find this sightveryinspirational.”
“Stomach is soft. Silvery lines on my thighs.”
“Yes, like I said. Beautiful. Soft. Stretchy? Flexible?” Marcus had to drop the device to work his thumb across her clit while his other paw slowly tried to ease a third digit in to join his other two. Abi’s moans of pleasure turned uncertain.
“Don’t stop,” she instructed, but her thighs had gone stiff. Reluctant, afraid of pain.
“It’s all about angles and positions, Abi.” Two fingers still inside of her, he guided her to her stomach, coming up on the bed behind her.
“Like last night? Rubbing against me?” she asked, easily rising to her knees, hands spread out in front of her.
“Not yet.” Marcus made her pussy and his paws a sandwich, one paw on her mound rubbing the padding of flesh above her clit, grazing the hard pearl with the heel of her paw on every circle. Inside of her, his digits worked to meet his other paw, rubbing against her upper wall as if he could burrow through.
And that’s not all, he thought, laying kisses across her waist, over her spine, and down her cheeks, until his tongue dared to flick out between them, rimming her tight, perfect back door.
