Page 26 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
“Marcus!” she cried, and he felt her spine arch down, hollowing out in confusion.
He said nothing, burying his face further, still working his paws, listening to her restless moans as her hips began to rock and twist in an uneasy dance, searching for a way to escape the pleasure overwhelming her—or perhaps give into it.
“You don’t like this?” he challenged.
“I... Don’t know.”
“I like this. This opening provides all sorts of pleasure for Queens and Kings alike. Why shouldn’t we use it? Did you know you can make a male Felid come very easily by pleasuring him here?” he said without any hint of shame.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I think it’s the same for other species, too.”
“Oh. Ohhhh.” The soft noise went from surprised to pleasurable, and his paw circled harder against her clit.
“Relax for me, my Queen. Let me in. Soon, I want this pussy wrapped around my cock. Nice and deep. Much deeper than these digits go...”
A twist, a sharp, wailing cry, and his third digit was in. Her skin was stretched around him and left off teasing her ass to concentrate on the feel of her stretching around his paw. “Fuckyourself on me, nice and hard, or soft and slow. Come for me, Abi. I want to see it.”
“OH, GOD! OH MY GOD!” Abi knew she was going to be sore after, and she didn’t care. She just wanted to come, and wanted to be this full always, and to have a man who would lick and caress every part of her while saying she was beautiful.
I want Marcus. I want to be with him. I want...
I don’t know if I get what I want for keeps, but I have it now.
When she came with one long shudder and squeeze that pushed his soaking paw from her pussy, she spun, panting, and grabbed him by the thick, plush fur lining his collarbone.
She knew he wouldn’t have budged had he not wanted to, but he must have wanted to. He fell back on the bed, licking the paw that had just been in her, staring at her as she dragged her hands down his body and latched them around his cock.
Knees still like jelly, she half-collapsed over him, leaning on one elbow as she pumped the long pink length, breasts draped over one muscular thigh. “That was incredible.”
“I wasn’t finished with you, yet.” He shook his head with a sigh, his long tongue wrapped expertly around one of his digits, sucking the last of her essence off.
“I hadn’t even started with you,” she purred, licking a long trail up the pulsing twin veins in the back of his cock, working her way up to the tip that would strain her jaw to the maximum.
With Brent, her efforts had been half-hearted and brief, just like her feelings of arousal. But not now. Abigail wondered what in the world chromosomal compatibility boosters could possibly do to increase her libido, because it was already more intense than anything she’d ever felt in her life. “I want every inch of you,” she whispered, hand pumping up his shaft, tingling over the texture of his swelling nubs. Her tongue lapped at the tipof his cock, and the salty-sweet precum hit her taste buds, surprising her with something spicy mixed in. Cinnamon?
“You even taste good,” she praised, running her tongue over his slit, watching Marcus flop back amongst the pillows, arms splayed. “You like that?”
“You’re going to make me come with that little tongue of yours.”
Abigail sucked on his tip, getting half of the thick pink crown into her mouth and clamping down on it lightly, first with her lips, then her teeth, hand still working. If she used both, she could lace her fingers together to completely seal his rod in her grasp.
“Does that feel good?” she crooned, knowing full well by Marcus’ wall-shaking purrs that it must.
I make him happy. He wants me. He wants me as his friend. His lover. That’s enough. It’s a good start, anyway.
Abigail smiled around his leaking cock, unable to keep the grin off of her face between sucks. She felt... Sexy. Powerful. Confident.
She didn’t know if the feeling would leave after sex and the doubts would swarm back in, but for now... It was empowering.
No wonder they call them Queens.She looked at the huge, dangerous Felid who was weak and panting under her touch. “Not just my King,” she murmured, lifting her head to give her aching jaw a rest, “but my kingdom.”
“Bastet, yes,” Marcus moaned, paw reaching to connect with her arm. “I belong to this Queen. Do whatever you wish.”
SHE WISHED TO TURNhim into a mewling little ball of raw nerves.
His Abigail was the best kind of Queen—one who knows just how and when to use her power.
