Chapter Eight #3
“I get it. I just didn’t know what they looked like, exactly, or whereabouts on you they’d be. So, I don’t have to have every inch of this long thing inside of me for the meshing to work?”
Gideon nodded, eyes closed, breathing heavy as her hands ran up and down his shaft. “Just until the first row of my spines are inside you, my love. And that doesn’t have to be soon. I can please you with my mouth.”
“I wonder if I can do the same?” Sasha sat on her knees, leaning over Gideon, staring into his eyes. Watching him squirm, his muscles tense.
“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 on her 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 she stroked 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.
Gideon’s cock twitched in her grasp, and she realized she’d been lost in her thoughts, but her body had been working hard, stimulated again by his dauntless tongue and the hypnotic blend of flavors and textures that she now equated with him—cinnamon, salt, and something slightly bitter, like lime.
And if his taste kept her tongue and mouth curious and hunting for more, taking him until he pressed the back of her throat, his noises kept her motivated.
“Oh, Sasha. My Sasha! God!”
Claws lightly imprinted her cheeks, and his tongue and mouth left her.
His head was thrown back in a reverberating roar that heralded his release, his swollen nubs forming a solid ring of somewhat pliable flesh between her hands, and his cum erupting across her throat and chest as she pulled back with a gasp.
He was beautiful. A glistening waterfall of silvery white that coated pink and decorated thick black fur. His digits repositioned and rubbed uneven, erratic circles to force her over the edge with him, still mindful of his partner, of his duties—always.
It was an accident when she pushed back on his digit and felt something thick and long slide inside of her opening. His paws, so big, so much larger than human hands, had digits that easily mimicked an average cock, bigger than some she’d had.
And it was—incredible. Not painful. She was so wet that Gideon’s digit slid in deep, and his thumb pivoted to stay on her clit while she cried out and pumped her hips, riding his paw.
“Wait, Sasha, wait, I didn’t mean to,” Gideon panted, voice a mixture of confusion and spent pleasure.
“I know... I know, but... It’s so good. Oh, God, it wasn’t like this before.
” Sasha moved her knees, pushed up on her arms, and licked the still erect cock in front of her, lapping the creamy, cinnamon-y cum from his tip as she wiggled and squirmed.
In seconds, she found her pace, a quick up and down that wedged him tightly against the underside of her clit and touched a magical, spongy spot high on her upper wall.
This spot inside of her hadn’t been stimulated, not like this, even with his hungry tongue.
This was something firm to squeeze on, and something that made her eyes roll back as Gideon’s soft, thick fur brushed against her erect nipples.
“My Sasha. You look so ... I can’t bear this, watching you swallow me like that... You’re making me think of watching my cock slide into you, stretching you. God, you’re so beautiful, just taking me like that, hugging me tight inside.”
“I...” Maybe it’s the injections, she thought to herself.
Maybe that’s why it feels so good, and two orgasms aren’t enough, why I want a third. Why I want him deep inside of me, his tongue, his hand, his cock.
Or maybe it’s him.
Imagine this with Farhet.
Her skin practically crawled off her bones in revulsion.
Imagine doing this with Gideon a week from now, a cycle from now, ten cycles from now.
It’s Gideon. Him in me. Me on him. Mine.
Sasha’s back bowed down, her sweating torso cradled in his wide, muscular chest as she threw her head back and came, hips pressed down hard to engulf every inch of his digit.
GIDEON STARED AT THE trembling cheeks and shaking thighs, at the tight little pussy that spasmed around him, the pink lips now much darker and the clit much harder and more pronounced from stimulation.
Sasha was covered in his cum, in his sweat, cradled on his chest, open around his hand. She mewled in a few minutes when he eased out of her and risked parting her cheeks again with his paws, holding her open to look at the almost pearly puddle of her juice, and gave her one last, loving lick.
He picked her up and held her in his lap, heart beating hard, mind racing.
They had done so much more than Sasha had wanted, or so it seemed. But she was clinging to him, whispering. “Are you okay? I know we went from you trying to get me into cooler clothes to heating this place up in a whole different way.”
“I am beyond wonderful. I will never be this wonderful again, unless we are together again, and... Are you all right? You did not want to... You were not excited about this part of our contract.”
Sasha gave him a shy look. “I’m not. I’m excited about you.”