Page 10 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

Abigail looked down and measured by feel in the dark.

Her fingers didn’t quite meet around his cock, but if she’d had longer nails, they would have.

He wasn’t as big as she’d feared, but he was still huge.

And long. Her fingers walked down the length of him, stopping just past the first rows of densely packed nubs.

She stroked them, and Marcus purred loudly, breathing hard.

“Just around seven inches. That’s all that has to fit inside.”

“I don’t think that’s ever happened before. Brent was— Well, a lot smaller.”

“Human Queens don’t need a long length to be happy—but I promise you’ll enjoy it if you let me in.

We’ll work up to it,” he soothed away her next question.

“And there are positions where it’ll be easier for you to accommodate me.

Positions that are good for deep penetration aren’t always species specific. ”

“Oh?” She felt like such a fool. Might as well be a forty-five-year-old virgin for all the things she didn’t know, but like Marcus had said earlier, they were too mature not to be honest in bed. “What’s one?”

“Me behind you. Standing and bending. You riding me.”

Images clouded her brain and made her eyes shut as she began to grind her wet center to his long, hard cock.

Marcus behind her, driving his thick, long cock into her.

Bending her over, taking her from behind, her much smaller frame flush against his, filled with him as he pounded her.

For someone scared of it not fitting, you sure get excited dreaming about it.

“Want to see?” Marcus asked, his lips pressed to her throat.

“God, yes.”

MARCUS TURNED HER OVER gently, for a minute resting his whole weight on her, his pelvis to her soft ass cheeks, hearing her moan.

Then, he pulled her up to all fours and layered his body around it, fighting the urge to mark her, shove himself inside, bite her neck, and hold her in a mating pose while seeing how much of him her hot, wet tunnel would take.

With her slender back running down the middle of his chest, her skin flush to his fur, he held his cock in position against her pussy, not letting it enter, and began to fuck his own fist. After Abigail’s initial gasp, her fingers joined him in between their legs, rubbing her hard, aroused clit. “It could be like this.”

“But you’d be in me.”

“I would.”

“Marcus,” she breathed out a lusty moan that almost made him come on the spot.

“You want that?”

“Yes, so much. I don’t know if I can, but I want it.”

“You can. We will. Slowly. In time.”

He shouldn’t take advantage of her kindness, her eagerness, but he did, lust in the cockpit, his reason puffing and panting, unable to keep up. “You need to play with your pussy for me. Spoil it for me. Give yourself pleasure three or four times a day. If you want, I’ll help.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do whatever you tell me to, and yes, I want your help.” Abigail’s voice was high and excited, and he could smell the sudden spike of adrenaline rushing from her pores at his words.

“Put your fingers in now and fuck yourself on them as you rub against my cock. Let’s practice," he instructed, the last syllables choked out as he imagined the sight of her fingers deep in her soaking hole, grinding against him. Getting ready for him.

She obeyed at once, wet fingers coated in her juices bumping him on each thrust.

“This isn’t fair to you,” Abi protested after a few seconds. “You took care of me, and I—”

“Can I use your pussy?” Oh, Bastet. The second the words escaped him, harsh and guttural, he wished he could die or sink through the floor.

Use her? He didn’t mean it like that.

Her pussy? She’d think he wanted to fuck her, even though it was clear that would hurt her at this early stage.

She’d think—

“Yes! Yes, please use it. Use me,” Abigail moaned, and something broke in his self-control.

“I don’t mean inside. We’ll wait. I would never hurt you,” he growled, slamming a paw on either of her hips and guiding his cock to rub against her opening, to stroke through her folds.

His hips were a blur, his head thrown back, eyes closed, feeling himself get covered in her slit, and feeling her trembling in his paws, her tunnel squeezing when his tip caught the edge of it on his hard, erratic thrusts.

“Rub yourself!” he snarled. “Come for me, my Queen!”

“Yesssss! God, yes, Marcus fuck yourself against me.”

He felt her thighs clamp around him, holding his cock in a slippery vise, and he burst, torrents of thick, shimmering, clear fluid arcing out against her bare skin as she panted out her pleasure.

She collapsed under him, covered in him. “Goodness.”

He laughed. Abigail’s gift for calm always made him feel... At peace. Somehow at peace, even when his soul was confused.

“Yes. Goodness. I’m sorry about the mess.”

“I like the mess. I mean, I’d better.” She rolled over, looking up at him. In the dark, he could see the shining trails on her skin. “Hadn’t I better get used to it? How many times per treatment cycle will you have to... You know? Inside of me?”

“Several a day, usually. But it won’t just be because I’ll want to. It’ll be because your body will have the equivalent of a Felid heat cycle. You’ll crave this.”

She smiled, eyes sleepy and serene. “I imagine I will. Already do.”