Page 30 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

“You are so small here. I know Dr. Marcus mentioned lubricants would help, but do they really?”

“Uh-huh,” Sasha gasped, eyes closing, breath coming in short puffs as he nuzzled between her pussy lips, and then, almost furtively, pushed her panties to one side to expose her wet, pink secrets.

Gideon made a noise of primal delight, a snarl of joy, a sound that she didn’t know existed but that turned all of her nerve endings into live wires. “My goddess,” he rumbled, and placed his long, flat tongue, covered in tiny bumps, against her slit and lapped.

“Fff...” The word didn’t even come out. It couldn’t.

Sasha knew that girls claimed a guy licking your pussy was the ultimate experience, but she’d never believed it. If a cock and fingers had failed, a tongue was going to fail.

Not Gideon’s tongue.

“Does my tongue please you? Or should it be more like this?” Gideon switched from lapping her to sucking her folds into his mouth—pretty much her entire pussy into his mouth.

“Gideon!” she managed to gasp.

“Wh—”

Sasha didn’t let him finish, didn’t let him ask the question. She grabbed his mane hard and forced his muzzle back down. “Suck at the top. The little hard spot, oh God, please... Suck me there?” she begged, not caring if she sounded pathetic. It was so good. Electrifying. Her toes curled into little points, and her nipples were aching, and she wanted...

She wanted him inside of her.

“You are making a lake for me, my love,” Gideon purred, sucking as commanded. “And this is your pretty little clit? It’s the sensitive spot, yes, but needs a gentle touch?” Gideon nuzzled her there, then flicked his sinfully skillful tongue over it, the texture of the tiny raised bumps overloading her senses.

“G-gentle is good. But sucking is better. Moving your head...” Sasha gave up trying to tell Gideon what she wanted and grabbed fistfuls of his mane, directing his head from side to side as he moaned into her center, lapping and sucking in turns. “What the fuck are you doing?” Sasha let out a long, low groan as her thighs clenched around his head.

“Should I stop?”

“No! I want to know... Why is it so good?” Her hips left the mattress and found Gideon’s paws sliding underneath her bottom to pull her closer.

“Because you are so delicious. Like nothing I have ever tasted,” Gideon answered, voice low and floaty, as if he were intoxicated. “All I’m doing is what you have invited me to do—devour this sweet, beautiful pussy. Tell me, do you know if they have human women’s clothing on this ship, or the ability to get them?”

“Uh, yeah. Yes, they mentioned that the clinic would be fully supplied for surrogates, and there is a fabricator on board. Why?”

“Because I will need to replace these.”

Sasha felt Gideon’s sharp claws suddenly against her skin, and then one carefully ran over the slender patch of curly brown hair above her dripping core. Then—snnnick!A single claw came out and slit the side of her panties, leaving her totally bare.

“Ahhh. That’s much better. Now I can do this properly for you, my Queen.”

“That wasn’t properly before?” Sasha demanded as Gideon’s tongue teased around her clit.

“You haven't peaked yet. So... No. But don’t worry. I’m only just starting.”

HE WAS ONLY JUST STARTING, and if he had his way, there would be no ending. Sasha was so sweet and succulent, and every touch he delivered made her sing out in moans, gasps, or (his favorite) frantic cries of his name while her hands massaged his ears or seized his mane.

And then, when she was mewling and rocking her pussy forward so that she could mate his mouth with her dripping center, he grew bold enough to do what he was longing for, and pressed his tongue inside.

Bastet’s sacred name, it was heaven, to feel her completely surrounding him, to taste her and feel her squeezing and spasming, begging for him to keep going. His cock was out of his trousers now, and his tail sneakily wrapped around it, tugging and working the pink rod while he was buried in her soaking slit. His tongue was exploring every inch of the space meant for his cock, paving the way for his future entrance—or perhaps not. Even though he knew he was much larger and more muscular than a human male, and he was doing his best to mimic a cock in terms of thrusting and entering her (encouraged by her frantic, blissful noises, of course), he didn’t seem to be opening her up. Her walls just closed back around his tongue, embracing him,even squeezing him so tightly that he wondered if he would ever get out. Then, the tension would relax, and he could slide between the salty-sweet walls easily, lapping and exploring.

Sasha’s hand reached down between her legs, battling past his wide mouth to rub her clit.

He let out a little possessive snarl that surprised him. “I want to deliver your pleasure!”

“I know, but—”

“Please? I can do both.” Eager to prove himself, he shifted his position, lifting her slight weight up with one paw, hips to his mouth like a goblet, his other wide paw on her soft mound, his thumb down on her clit.

The effect was instant. Sasha’s body curled forward, and she held his paw, nails digging in as her hips bucked forward, capturing his tongue.