Page 38 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
MARCUS HAULED ABI INTOhis lap the second everyone else was gone, pulling her in his rolling chair into the back corner of the exam area, and closing the privacy partition securely around them. “How do you feel?” he asked.
She feels divine. Soft. Yielding. Supple. When she asked if anyone would know, I should have mentioned every Felid on the ship will notice the sweet perfume she gives off, but only one of us will feel like it is wired into our brains.
I’m the luckiest Felid alive.
“Hot. Achey. Like I need to— you know. Like I need torelieve tension,” she gasped out, head back and eyes closed as his muzzle found her neck.
“You mean let me fuck you until you’re full of my cum? Fuck you until you can’t walk straight? Would that help?” Marcus asked, inhaling her as he pulled her dress over her hips and her panties to her knees. The aroma of her wetness and remnants of last night’s adventures hit him right in the gut, and he guided her hips over his erection with a single, brutal grab. An apology died on his lips as she returned his attentions with her own soft little claws digging into his cheeks, kissing him as he rubbed his tip into her wetness, surprised by how soaked she was.
He was even more surprised when she jammed herself down, threw her head back, and let out a moan as his cock strained the limits of her walls, leaving her shiny and stretched around hisrod. Marcus frantically dragged her dress up and over her head, mouth attaching to one breast, then the other, and she rocked and bounced against him. He placed his thumb in her mouth, stealing her saliva, and then moved to her swollen clit, perched high and firm over her stuffed pussy.
For ten minutes, there was no talking, only grunting and growling as he worked to coax enough of his inches into her, crying out when her opening accepted the first row of his spines, and he felt the familiar rush of blood swelling them until they expanded and locked inside of her.
He sucked on her hard nipples first, then pulled her entire breast into his gaping mouth, and felt her shuddering under his touch, her ass clenching as his claws dug in and his cum shot out, filling her as she came.
“Ohhh. Oh, God...” Abi whispered, holding his head, her cheek buried in his mane. “Marcus?”
“My Queen?”
“How in God’s name am I supposed to walk back to my quarters like this?”
“We’ll unstick soon.”
“I meant with a quart of cum leaking out of me?”
“Oh. That part.”
“What if someone needs an emergency surgery? Gets a huge cut and needs stitches? What if one of the cubs—”
Marcus shushed her. “I think at that point they’re going to know something is going on between us, lover, because you’re going to be making a housecall with me or you’re going to be limping and dripping out of the surgical bay.”
“I’m going to be such a mess. There’s a shower in here, isn’t there?”
“There is. That’ll help with some of it.” Marcus rose shakily, his legs complaining as he forced them to work after such a sudden, unexpected orgasm. He carried Abi to the shower, stillimpaled upon his length. “We’ll have to have the rest of the work meeting in here,” he teased. “At least until you’re all cleaned up.”
“ARE YOU SURE WE SHOULDdo this?” Abi whimpered as his cock slid free and his cum sloshed out of her. The floor of the med bay’s shower now looked as though someone had spilled a jug of milk all over it.
Using the med bay’s facilities wasn’t really the concern. Her concern was how hot she felt when Marcus looked at her and lifted her onto the fold-out ledge. It was designed for those with mobility or balance needs, and made to take the weight of a full-gown Leonid. It certainly could bear her weight, but what Marcus was doing...
He laid her there, his paws on her legs, lifting them up and over his shoulders. His strong arms, naked and dark gray from the hot water coursing down them, caged her, supporting him as he leaned down... Lowering his head to her super sensitive, overstimulated, still-dripping pussy. “Marcus,” she couldn’t get out the words.
Is this wrong? Gross? Do you like it? Do I like it?
Why is it such a turn-on to see he’s willing to lick me when I’m hot and wet and gooey?
“Cinnamon and sex. What’s not to like?” he purred, tongue slowly dragging through her folds and teasing her clit before plunging into her sex with a wet squelch.
“Ooh. Oh, God, please... I don’t... I’m going to come all over your face if you do that.” She clawed at his wrists, squirming as she failed to escape from his probing tongue, his purring making her clit buzz.
“Do you promise?” he demanded.
“I...” She wasn’t expecting that.
“Do you promise to let me lick you and fuck you until you’re ready to squirt, little Queen of mine?”
One of his digits invaded, and his tongue moved to her clit as he looked into her eyes.
“Like I could refuse,” she whimpered.
