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“No!” Sasha cut him off quickly. “This is new. This is for us.”

“You are so sweet to share yourself with me,” Gideon grunted, thrusting again, using shallower motions so his cock only moved a few inches.

But what heavenly inches, Sasha thought, watching him delight in having his most sensitive parts surrounded by soft, slippery flesh. He wasn’t neglecting her, either, the thumbs of both paws stroking over her nipples, his tail slipping down her wet belly, the tip landing between her legs.

Sasha gasped as the wet, feathery sensation mimicked a playful touch where her overstimulated clit now protruded on top of puffy lips. “Gideon,” she gasped as the tail seemed to hone in on her bead, caressing it with long, feathery strokes.

Gideon only groaned, eyes closed, cocked enveloped against her chest. His tail seemed to be on its own mission, seeking,swirling over her outer lips, delving between—gently nudging her center.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as memories of riding Gideon’s hand flooded her. “Do Felids use tails for, um, for intimate activities?”

Gideon nodded. “A third hand or, sometimes, a second cock, or so I’ve heard. If you want it, my Queen, it’s yours. All of me is yours. And it’s smaller than other parts of me.”

“But more sensitive than your fingers?” Sasha guessed, dipping her hips to engulf his long, flexible tail in her pussy.

Another nod, this one frantic. “That’s... Oh, by Bastet, that’s unheard of pleasure. Unimagined. The only thing that would make it better would be seeing my tail pleasing you, my Queen, watching you take as much of me as you wanted.”

“Such a fast learner,” Sasha praised with a chuckle that sounded sinful and sexy, confident and seductive. In any other lifetime, that wouldn’t have come out of her mouth. But with her sweet, innocent Gideon, who was being brave enough to talk through every intimate act, just as she’d told him?

She was suddenly desperate to make that fantasy come true, and turned on beyond the telling to think of him watching a show she put on. Was that the booster wiping out modesty and her cautious attitude towards sex? Or was it the best sexual encounter of her life and the man she was rapidly falling for?

As she reluctantly released his cock and turned her back towards him, getting on all fours and spreading her hips wide, Sasha figured it was some of both.

HE WAS GOING TO MARRYSasha. He would have to, or be convicted of murder. If any other male were to ever see his sweet, sensuous Queen like this, he would have to rip them apart.

Marriage was easier—and preferable.

His Queen was on her hands and knees, reaching down to tease her lips and folds, slowly pressing a finger into herself where his tail had just been. It came out glistening as if oiled, but the humid environment of their steamy shower captured her scent and wove it around him.

“Fuck me with your tail,” Sasha whispered, looking back over her shoulder at him.

Gideon let out a low, desperate snarl and gripped the part of his tail that was draped over his thigh. The whip-like flesh obeyed without effort, snaking away from its place by his ankle and homing in instantly on the pink pout between her spread legs, pushing itself in with soft, steady pressure. There was a slick rush that coated him when he broke through the slight resistance to push several inches inside of her at once, making Sasha’s head roll back as her moans filled the room.

“Oohh, yes. Yes, that might be better than your hand. I can’t tell. It’s all so good,” she whimpered, bouncing back on him.

Gideon’s paw stole to his cock, stroking with a combination of need and guilt as he watched her performance. Her show. He knew it was all for him. His Queen heard his desires and delivered, gifting him this intimate delight.

Sasha worked herself faster and faster on his thick tail, taking an inch or two more before his tip hit something soft but firm deep inside of her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, rubbing her pussy while it swallowed his tail on every stroke.

He was not going to marry Sasha, nor kill any other male who dared to romance her.

He was going to die first. His chest felt too tight, his urges too great. “Come on my tail, my Queen. I must... I want to see you coming on me,” he begged through his struggle for air. His paw moved faster now, and Sasha turned her head, licking her lipsas she watched him in his frantic attempts to relieve the burning tension in his shaft.

Heat flooded him, even hotter than before, as her eyes took in his motions.

Why was it making him closer, to feel her eyes on him while he pumped his aching cock, desperate for relief?

“Keep going,” she whispered, her hand gently sliding his tail free.

The disappointment at the loss of her hot, wet paradise was instant, but Gideon needn't have worried.

His Sasha was always doing more than he could imagine. She sprawled on her back, blinking as the shower spray fell on her face for a moment, and then she scooted forward. “This way we can watch each other,” she explained, leaving herself lying there, open and his for the claiming.

His tail sank home without a second invitation, sliding in deep and thrusting in time to his pumping paw. Sasha gaped at him, her breathing matching his labored pants as one hand rubbed her clit, and the other squeezed and groped her breast as though she hoped to milk it, her thumb and fingers caressing the nipple in one motion, and tugging hard the next.

“You want to watch me?” he dared to ask.