Page 15 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

“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. “Fuck yourself 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 tip of 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 TURN him 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.

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 slowly into 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 OF him, 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.”

“Marcus, we’re... We’re middle-aged. Don’t we need to worry about rest or something?”

“We’re in our forties and fifties, not our eighties.” He scooped her up, wet, dripping mess and all. “I have decades left to enjoy being a rutting young lover—at least in private.”

Decades together? Decades.

Her heart sped up, and she laid her head on his shoulder. “What do you have in mind?”

“I think Leonid cum makes excellent lubricant, particularly for human Queens. You’ll see.”