Page 35 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
“They’re not designed for that, but they work.” Marcus rose up, leaving his spot kneeling by the bed, and pulled over a chair. He sat in it and unzipped his Thermagyle trousers, that silky, leathery mix that hugged the skin and had an almost metallic sheen to it.
Abi watched as his cock sprang out, huge and hard. Marcus began to pump it, slowly at first.
“Aren’t you going to...” She trailed off.
“I’d like to see you do it first. I want to know what moves to make inside,” he said, gripping himself harder.
She could have argued that his tail, tongue, and paws had been inside her enough to know the answer. He just wants a show—and fuck, he’s giving me one.
Feeling scared and bold at the same time, her fingers closed around the cold silver. These probes were clearly meant for Felids, she thought. They were long and wide compared to human orifices. She brought the one that she’d selected to her pussy and rolled it across her mound, then her clit, making the cool metal warmer as her skin rippled with goosebumps from the chilly silver surface.
Marcus’ breath gave an audible hitch as she slowly sank the rod into her and pulled it out, testing the depth each time, working it in a little further on every push, her pussy melting into a puddle as she squeezed around it. The pleasure it delivered was muted, but Marcus’ eyes watching her work thelong metal probe in and out of her juicy slit was making her crazy.
“Most beautiful, sexy Queen,” Marcus praised, breathless. “Comfortable?”
“Yes. Not pleasurable. Not yet.” Abi was learning that she should listen to her body, and her body wanted her to move, to find a new angle. She rolled to her knees, one hand still between her thighs to keep the metal toy in place.
IF I DIE RIGHT NOW... Well, I went happy, Marcus thought as his cock swelled more than he believed possible. Abigail was on her hands and knees, her hips and hand moving in tandem, pumping and sliding, slick silver soon showing rivulets of her juice flowing down the smooth surface. Marcus put a generous fistful of the warming lubricant gel he’d brought with him all over the head of his cock, letting out a needy growl as his fist sheathed his tip, his eyes focused on the dripping pink hole he longed to ravish.
“I want you. This show is fun and games,” Abigail cooed over her shoulder, and fuck him if she didn’t even look more sexy like that, with her hair half-falling over her face. “But I want you. The real thing. Not that it isn’t sexy as heck to see you stroking all of that delicious Leonid cock. So big. So... shiny?”
Marcus walked over to her, wondering if he should ask her to move and be on top the first time they tried to “mate.” Should he be over top of her, in what he believed was a traditional human position?
His brain filed those suggestions away, led by some darker, deeper impulses. “My Queen. Mine. And such a pretty little pussy, taking so many inches. You took so much of my tail, too. I know it is much thinner, but you’re so wet, and this lubricant is medical grade. I think...” Marcus came up behind her, apossessive paw digging into each soft cheek and squeezing. “I think we’ll have some success.”
“God, yes,” Abigail sighed as she pushed back into him. “I was never so full as I’ve been with you. And you’re so creative. So—”
She was talking, and he should be paying attention, but all he could do was stare at the tight pink paradise between her legs, saliva filling his mouth as her scent coated him from head to toe, wrapping around him and muting out everything else.
With a sudden huff of air, he pressed his muzzle to the back of her neck. “My Queen.” It was a ragged, thankful prayer as her lithe, smooth back squirmed against the thick fur of his chest. His cock notched against her opening and felt the wet kiss of her opening on his head, even through the coating of thick, slippery gel.
Abigail’s fingers danced and rubbed over her folds, connecting with his tip on the downstroke. He wanted more of her, more of her touch, her sounds, her body. “My Abigail.”
She thrust back against him, letting the first few inches press against her and work their way inside, but sticking at her outer limits. She spread her knees farther apart, bowing down, and hissing in discomfort as her fingers rubbed more frantically at the apex of her pussy.
“Fuck me. Make me yours,” she breathed out. “Not just any Queen, your Queen. Not just anyone, your Abi.”
“And call me yours,” He rasped, letting his rough tongue drag across her neck before his teeth clamped down, tight enough to hold and mark, not enough to break the skin.
To his surprise, she let out a blissful moan and went limp against him, letting his careful pressure turn into something forceful by default as her resistance dropped. He slid in, senses tingling at her single, breathy scream as his crown slid home and several inches followed.
IT HURT FOR A SECOND, like being a virgin again, and tears pricked her eyes, not from pain, but because she had a second start. Brent hadn’t loved her. Marcus didn’t love her, either, but hewantedher. Wanted to bewith her. He marked her, teeth and cock, and even if he didn’t realize it, he’d marked her heart and soul, too.
“Keep playing with your pussy, and when you get close again, we’ll start moving,” Marcus purred against her skin, turning his cock into a giant vibrator. His paw slipped under her belly and moved with her, working together to push her from pain to pleasure.
To her surprise, she was the one who started moving, feeling an arc of pleasure deep inside from a place that she hadn’t known existed. Her body rocked back and forth with short, see-sawing motions until Marcus began to join her.
“Mrcus. Marcus, fuck! Fuck me, like that, just like that!” she cried, not knowing how to explain in the moment that being so full made everything better, that there was some spot deep inside that even tails or digits couldn’t dominate like the hard, thick length of his cock.
Marcus pulled her back to the edge of the bed so that her face was smashed into the side of the mattress and her hips were held up high, tight in his grasp, as his hips started to pummel hers. She was helpless, bouncing, swaying, and utterly adoring it.
“I can feel you squeezing on me,” he groaned, the lust in his voice evident and gratifying.
“Nothing else to do. You’re huge,” she panted.
“Want you to squirt,” Marcus grunted.
Abigail lifted her head. “What?”
