Page 45 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

One was easy.

Two made her arch and suck hard on his tip, little teeth scraping softly, almost as if she were using him as a distraction from how full and stretched she was on his hand.

“Use my digits, my love. Fuck your pussy on them until you’re close. I want to make sure it’s comfortable.”

Sasha obeyed, head turned to the side, eyes closed as she gripped his cock in one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. “It’s good. It’s so good, Gideon. It’s just more width than I’mused to. But, there. It’s... Oh, fuck... It’s getting better every second,” Sasha cried, her hips moving faster.

“Good.” Gideon hated to interrupt the show of her slit widening around his digits, swallowing him up, and then sealing down tight when he withdrew. “Let’s see about three.”

Sasha nodded, lax against him, boneless and trusting, waiting for him to plunder her.

“Such a sweet, beautiful pussy, my Queen. If you’re in any discomfort, you should tell me. I’ll kiss it all better.”

Whatever she was going to say was swallowed up in a stuttering gasp, as if her breath wasn’t sure whether to turn into a cry or a moan of delight when his three digits, smushed tight and coated in lubricant and her juices, pressed into her. “Oh! Oh, oh, oh,” her broken breathing turned into little cries.

Gideon bit his lip, worried for a moment that she would need to stop, that she would somehow tear something, even though Farhet’s foolish words and his own knowledge of human female stretchiness were looming in his mind. “You’re doing so well. If it doesn’t feel good, we should stop. We should stop, my love,” he urged, even though he didn’t want to.

Sasha didn’t answer, only sinking herself back on his digits with a harsh, raspy sound that seemed to be wired directly to his cock. “Fuck. Fucccck, that’s... So good,” she whimpered, sinking down and holding his wrist to keep him where she wanted him. “Fuck me like that. Nice and slow, but right there,” she whispered.

He was all too happy to obey, especially when she muffled her moans on his crown, sucking greedily now, as if her hips and mouth were connected. They began working in unison, moving faster and faster, until her noises were turning into little squeaks. “Push down hard, fuck, push down hard!” Sasha suddenly demanded, rigid.

“Down?” he checked, and wondered if down for her was like forward for him, and pressed his soaked, cramping paw into the upper wall of her spasming tunnel.

That must have been correct, because he was greeted with a wail of pleasure and a torrent of Sasha’s juice—not slick and coating his paw, but liquid, squirting from her pussy. “My Queen!” he whispered in awe—and lust. “I didn’t even know you could do such a thing.”

“Never have, but heard of it,” Sasha grunted, squeezing down on him, bearing down until her knees began to slip off his chest. With another little scream, she released another shot of her nectar, more concentrated than her ordinary juices, something that made him snarl with desire.

“You marked me,” Gideon breathed out. “You marked me, and next time, we will make sure that you do that on my tongue, my naughty Queen.”

“Didn’t mean to mark you, I didn’t know I was going to,” Sasha panted, collapsing on him, sprawled and still full of his digits.

“It is not a complaint. I want you to do it again, just in other locations.”

“If you do what you did again, in the same location, I think it could happen.”

Gideon could feel the little jumps and trembles in her wall after her orgasm, and he was torn between trying to make love now, while she was soft, open, and pliable, or should he wait? Would it be better to recover?

As always in these matters, Sasha seemed to sort things out for him.

“Or, if you do the same thing, with something else,” Sasha purred, “I think it could happen.” With a sinuous roll and stretch, she was off of him, lying beside him while she panted up at him.

Gideon greedily grabbed his soaking digits and sucked them clean, watching her eyes widen and her chest give an extra deep rise and fall. “The best wine. Far better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

“I promise to give you more later if you give me more now,” she giggled, reaching a possessive hand for his cock, stroking its thick, pink length. “I wasn’t done devouring you, but there’s another spot that’ll be just as warm and wet.”

“I couldn’t resist you if I tried, my Queen.”

“I definitely don’t want you to resist me.”

SASHA’S NERVES WEREfrayed in the best ways; they all felt exposed, but soothed by the towering fluffy mass that was Gideon. He tried to get her to come back on top of him, but her legs protested, and she remained sprawled under him, spread out for his touch.

She knew she was as limp as a wet rag, but that was perfect. She had dreaded being anyone’s plaything, anyone’s lover, because of the trust she’d have to yield. With Gideon, she simply knew she was safe. Treasured. She slid into his arms and buried her face in his fur, breathing in the sweet, spicy scent of him as he maneuvered himself on top of her, keeping his weight off of her body. Her hand slid down, guiding him towards her opening.

Gideon slid the lubricant over to her and wordlessly squirted a splash of the gel into her hand, then moaned happily when she slicked it up and down his length, circling it over his crown, massaging him and drawing him closer.

“I love you, Sasha,” Gideon whispered suddenly. “I wanted... I wanted to make sure you knew that. I know what I feel, and that is what is in my heart. You do not have to—”

“Shh. I love you, too. That’s why I want to be with you. The rest of the world doesn’t have to know all of our secrets.” Sashasmiled up at him, in love with the enraptured, incredulous look on his face at her declaration, “But I bet they’ll be able to tell. Now, come here. Come home.”