Page 27 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
She sucked him until he could feel the cum boiling towards his tip, and then stopped and massaged her small jaw, leaving him dangling on the edge while softly exploring his aching sack, running her fingers over each satiny ball, even under them, daring to touch his anus the way he’d played with hers.
And then she’d switch, wrapping her hands around him, squeezing her fingers together, and making a net of pleasure around him, one that pumped up and down, gaining speed and pressure as she worked. Her smooth skin was so different than a Felid paw. With his pre-cum and her silky, soft palms—he could have sworn he was inside of her if he closed his eyes.
But being inside of her would actually feel a thousand times hotter, wetter, and softer.
“I want to come inside of you,” he grunted, knowing that in the next few minutes he’d reach the point where he couldn’t stop it.
The phrase sounded desperate and wrong, and maybe she’d think he wanted to force his cock in her opening, and even though he did want that, he wouldn’t attempt it tonight. She’d already had a turn of being stretched on three of his digits, and by the way she had fucked herself on him, he imagined she’d be sore tomorrow.
“Will you fit?” Abi asked, her voice holding the same desperate, raw edge.
My Queen is so ready to come again, but she’s spending all of her time pleasuring me. Such a good Queen, indeed, serving and being served. Unselfish.
I love that about her.
He was well aware that his heart had almost removed the middle of that sentence, and that his brain was afraid of what would happen when he did.
“I want to put my seed inside of you. Watch you swell and leak with it. Mark you as my Queen.” He pulled himself slowlyinto a sitting position and then scooted off the bed, leaving her sitting in rumpled sheets, naked and flushed, and so much smaller than him.
A rare, delicate little treasure that no human man had snapped up?
The pollution on Sapien-Three is making them more ignorant by the day.
“Come here, Abi,” he urged, paws out. “Trust me?”
“Of course!”
Her emphatic reply made him blink hard. Tears shouldn’t form when he was in so much bliss, when things were starting to go right with the world again—but that glad cry, her utter trust...
I can’t lose it.
“Not going to try to fit tonight,” he reassured, grabbing her by the knees and letting her fall onto her back. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and lined his swelling cock up with her entrance. “Is it okay?”
“To come in me? Yes.”
“Tell me you want it?” he asked, rubbing his tip in her wetness, nudging her entrance, and resisting the urge to test the welcoming give of her soft opening.
“I want to feel you come inside, Marcus,” she whispered the words in a sultry voice as one of her hands closed over her breast, cupping it and squeezing. The other hand came down to her smooth mound and sought out her clit, rubbing it, occasionally brushing against the slick surface of his pre-cum soaked cock.
How was any King going to resist a Queen so warm and willing, so sensual? Especially when her hips began to wriggle against him as he rubbed his tip across her, stopping when the very tip slotted into her.
With a roar that he knew anyone else on A-Deck could hear, he erupted, pumping thick streams into her pussy as she gasped.
HE’S IN ME. PART OFhim, inside of me.
It was erotic and spiritual at the same time, not to mention completely debauched and messy, and she loved it. The first warm spray surprised her with how fast and forceful it was, and the next minute or so made her eyes widen in awe. Was it her imagination, or was Marcus coming more than he had last night?
His hips pumped and his cock flooded her, overflowed her. “Oh, Marcus...”
“Someday soon, all of that’s going to be trapped inside of you, little Queen. My cock has those swelling spines to mesh with your walls, to form a tight seal, and give my cum time to find its way home.”
“For now... I need a towel. Several towels," Abigail laughed, still rubbing her bead, now slathered with his release. “I’m a mess.”
“Then we’ll go bathe.” Marcus reluctantly left her side to push buttons on the control panel in his quarters. “Service droids will take the sheets and bedding to be laundered and remake the bed before round two.”
“Round two?”
“You’re right, it will be round three. I’m not letting our time in the shower go to waste. An aroused female lengthens and stretches more easily, and the bathing facilities should keep you warm and relaxed for our next exercise.”
