Page 32 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

“You don’t have to,” he repeated his earlier offer.

“I know. I want to.” Sasha leaned forward, placing her hands on his thighs, and let her tongue tease the tip of his crown, finding the sweet, salty drop of pre-cum at the top as it sat like an opaque bead waiting to be tasted. “Like... spices? Almost like cinnamon?” She arched one eyebrow.

“Do you like cinnamon?”

Sasha winked at him. “I love it.”

Gideon’s size definitely intimidated her. His tapered tip was much like a human male’s, and the shaft was the same—just much wider. The nubs that began at about halfway down the shaft and the way the girth increased towards the base made her a little nervous. “I read that couples are stuck together after sex. For a long time?”

“Well, after the male ejaculates, yes, if the Queen is meshed with him, and his spines have swelled to keep him locked inside of her. But the sexual pleasure isn’t over for either partner, unless they wish it to be. A Queen is still full of her lover. She can’t move up and down much, but the way your muscles were squeezing my tongue...” Gideon trailed off with a gasp when Sasha traced her tongue over his crown and around the sensitive edge of his head.

“I could do that on this big, beautiful cock?” Her mouth slid over the tip, taking him in, watching Gideon’s reaction.

It made her never want to stop. Her sweet, neglected Leonid. He looked awed and enraptured, and his paws came to rest onher head and shoulder so carefully, as if he feared a single wrong touch would ruin things.

“You have to keep talking to me, sweetie,” she instructed, lifting her mouth with one soft suck that made him purr. The vibrations sped through his body and seemed to center in his torso, including his cock, making the tip pulsate against her cheek. “My mouth is busy.”

“What you’re doing is incredible. Your little tongue is so small, but gives so much sensation,” he gasped.

“Mm? How about when I suck you?” Sasha asked, demonstrating.

Gideon’s hips surged up, and his tail curled helplessly around her thigh, the fluffy tip tickling her sodden pussy. “God, yes,” he whimpered.

“And what about these?” Sashsa slowly lifted her mouth, turned her head, and sucked on the flesh at the bottom of his cock, running her tongue across the rows of soft pink spines, feeling them swell and harden on contact.

“Please,” he begged, unable to finish the sentence, his paws digging into her shoulder now.

“Please keep licking your cock?”

“Sasha, you’re tormenting me.”

“I am?”

“I will not be sane when this is done,” he groaned. “But I’m too weak to care.”

She giggled and flicked her tongue across the nubs, moving her hand to gently lift and stroke his heavy balls, each one overflowing her palm. “I won’t let you go insane, okay? You take such good care of me. I want to take the same kind of care of you. Do all the things you like. The things you never dreamed you’d get to do.”

“This is a dream enough. There can’t be more. I have you, and that is more than I ever imagined,” Gideon sighed as shestroked her fingers lovingly over his sack while sucking on his crown again.

“Then we’ll just have to keep imagining impossible things. If you told me I would want sex? I’d have laughed at you. Now? I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me again.”

Gideon sat up and gripped her waist, turning her so that her pussy was over his mouth. His tongue slipped through her folds as if marking her. “This is the finest thing I can imagine. Eating my Queen’s sweetness while she pleasures me. Is there anything better?”

Sasha bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she whispered, starting to suck on his crown and the few inches under it in earnest, fighting down a wave of panic at how he filled her mouth completely without effort. There was barely space for her moans to escape as his digits pulled apart her lips, making way for his probing tongue. Sasha ground her clit against his chin, hand gripping his shaft hard and pumping.

Was there anything that could feel better than this? Maybe not.

Unless there was the additional emotional connection of feeling their most sensitive parts merging, his thick, hard length parting her, filling her. His body emptying into hers.

Making our baby.

No! No, not our baby. Not our baby.

Farhet’s child.

Sasha blotted that thought from her mind and thought of “after.” There was no after, as in an end to them. Not if they didn’t choose such a thing. But there could be an after this child, and there could be a future, just the two of them, or perhaps even with a child of their own, on some little planet, with a little orchard, and even a little clinic.

But there’s nothing little about Gideon.