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“In your pussy?”

“My ass.”

He almost came on the spot. “My insatiable Queen.”

“Can’t help it,” Sasha moaned, settling past the first few rings of spines, moving on them before they swelled so that the nubs rubbed the walls of her pussy like some divinely textured toy.

“Take the dress off,” Gideon demanded. “I want to see my Queen in all of her glory. Riding her faithful Knight.”

“My King. My husband and King.”

Gideon lost control as she tossed the dress away and undid her bra. The only strip of fabric left was her strained panties, pulled to the side and ready to snap.

He helped them, a single swipe of his claw presenting her naked body for his hungry eyes, and his paws seized what hewanted. Gideon yanked her hips down, pressing himself in until he felt the curved, firm spot that meant she had no more room.

Sasha twisted and rolled her nipples, hands milking her bouncing breasts as he began to swell, locking her in place on top of him. “Your fur is going to be coated in cum,” she warned. “We can switch.”

“On the contrary, I’m hoping to be coated in your cum, my Queen.” He licked his lips, aware that he was telling her his most intimate desires, things that others might mock. “I hope you squirt again, my love—and that it finds my mouth.”

“Fuck, you say the juiciest things,” Sasha groaned, rubbing her nipples insistently.

“You are the naughtiest creature,” he returned, his tail slipping between her cheeks and filling her while his cock continued to push her limits, making her soft middle bulge slightly. And the thought of how it would bulge when filled with his cum, when it filled with his cub... “Sasha, it will be too soon, but I cannot help it,” he hissed.

Sasha didn’t seem to hear him, leaning forward to take his tail better. Her eyes were fixed on something, her mouth hanging open as his tail moved in and out, and she gave short, shallow bounces on his embedded cock.

He put his paw down against her mound, rubbing it in insistent circles. “So full, Sasha. When you’re so full of me, you come so hard. It has nowhere else to go but out, my Queen, isn’t that it?”

“Gideon,” she said in a ragged voice.

“Anoint me. Shower me. Mark me when I’m marking you, pretty little Queen.” He dug the pads of his digits down and rubbed, feeling her bulge out where his cock swelled inside of her, feeling how tight it was to move his cock in and out.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yessss,” Sasha cried, her face squishing up, her shoulders shaking.

Gideon pushed her back slightly as she dripped and spurted her sweet, hot juice across his fur. One particularly hard jet aimed high, and he caught it on his tongue with the grace and speed of a predator catching flying prey.

Watching her orgasm shake her, feeling her pussy clamping and squeezing so tightly on his engorged cock, sent him tumbling into bliss after her. Gideon came with a shout, then a roar that shook everything around them.

“My God,” he gasped afterward.

Sasha sank back, using his bent knees as a rest for her shoulders while she remained full of his cock, his spines swollen into a solid ring that was similar to a Canid’s knot. “Do Felid Queens get dehydrated a lot?” Sasha murmured, licking her lips. “Because this is fucking intense, Gideon.”

“We don’t have to do this so often, my love. I’m just so eager. I can stop,” he soothed, stroking her arm lightly.

“You’d better not. I’m going to be in this ‘heat’ for a while, right?”

“Right,” he whispered, gently stroking a paw down her side.

“So, just make sure we get some juice or something for afterward.”

Chapter Thirteen

Sasha paced in the corner of Gideon’s quarters, sipping citrine juice. It was early in the morning, and according to the brief exchange she’d had with Talos and Layla at breakfast, they were now deep into the Leopardine System and would be entering the Servali System in the next few cycles.

Gideon sat in front of the database computer in his quarters, immaculate in his light, cream-colored shirt and flowing black trousers. It was all she could do to stay hidden in her corner, moral support and a silent witness to what might be her love’s humiliation or a moment of great triumph.

“Gideon. Make this quick, I have a Leopardine delegation coming over, and I’m terribly behind without you here.” Farhet’s face appeared. He wore a sparkling jewel at his neck, and his dark red mane was stylishly parted and slicked back. As Sasha watched, he took a bottle of some kind and started rubbing oil into his fur, which instantly made the color a deeper, darker shade of gold.

“Good evening, sir,” Gideon murmured. “I’ll not keep you for more than a moment. I just wanted to say that I appreciate all the years of sound employment that you’ve given me. Please express my fondest farewells to your father and brother, and the rest of the household.”