Chapter Nine
Excited about me.
The words might as well have been printed on his brain. For a few minutes, Gideon just held the little human and marveled—and then older, deeper instincts that Gideon thought he would die without using or feeling kicked in.
This is my Queen. My mate. I have tasted her. She has tasted me. Touched me everywhere. Shared herself with me, opened herself up to me, even though it was previously something that caused her fear or pain. Trepidation.
I cannot ruin this. Or even taint it by my clumsiness or overthinking.
I know how to care for someone. I know how to love a Queen. I have imagined it a million times.
“My Sasha, let’s get you into a warm shower, and then you need to sleep. Do you want something to eat?”
“I want you with me.”
“I’ll be here, right outside the bathroom.”
Sasha giggled. “You’re more of a mess than me,” Sasha teased. She pointed to the mirror over the sink when he carried her in.
He was shocked at his appearance. Still half-hard, mane mussed, fur streaked and slicked in various tell-tale spots. “Well, I can return to my quarters to bathe, but I don’t want to leave you.”
Sasha’s laughing eyes softened. “You don’t, huh?”
“No. I am fast addicted to the greatest thing I have ever experienced.”
“Wow. My skills might be Pleasure Park worthy,” she said with a wry smile.
“Not the pleasure. The person. You. I don’t want to leave your side, even if we don’t do this again. I will, of course, because I understand that no Queen wishes to be smothered—”
“How are you so smart about dealing with women when you haven’t been married or even done much dating?”
“Because my life is serving and caring for a family that I respect, but have little love for. For the last seven lonely years, I have spent hours dreaming about a Queen of my own, someone to love and care for. I have thought about the ways I would ensure her happiness. I knew I would never have the chance, but... Well, when you cannot leave the estate, and your family is gone, your mind wanders to the impossible.”
Sasha nodded slowly and pushed herself from his chest, face grave.
Was that too much? Too pathetic? She pities me now, and no Queen wants to be with a Knight out of pity.
When she spoke, her voice was shaky, but her body was pressing back into his as her toes touched the floor, smooth naked skin to his damp fur and wild mane.
“When my abuela died, and every job was hard, and there were no people to trust, and every guy wanted me for his own needs, never for myself—my mind would wander, too. I would wander to an imaginary place where someone would be waiting for me, to love me like no one ever had, and I could pour all my love back into him.”
His wild heart went speeding along, dangerously fast now. It was fine for him to use the word love, as in some distant, impossible dream. If Sasha said it back, and she was referring to him? “I’m not pushing you to feel the things I feel. One doesn’t enter into things lightly.”
“No, but,” Sasha frowned thoughtfully, “there’s a phrase my abuela used to use.
I always laughed at it, but the more you talk, the more I think she was right.
‘El amor camina sin saber que busca a su otra mitad hasta que la encuentra.’ Love walks without knowing what it is looking for until it finds it.
” Sasha cupped his wide face between her two small hands. “You are love looking, Gideon.”
“Then you are love walking, my Queen. And I say we should walk and look longer, together, so that you are sure that everything you feel is genuine, and not the effect of some medication, or pity for an outcast.”
“Understood. You’re smart. That’s good. I have a thing for smart guys,” Sasha smiled and pulled him down by the ruff of his mane to kiss him. “Now, get in here with me.”
SHE DIDN’T INTEND FOR an innocent, yet romantic, shower to turn sensual, but it did.
What did you expect? Sasha thought to herself as she rubbed her rear against his thighs.
Naked bodies, pressed close. His wide paws over my hands, guiding me to program the different scents and soaps for the fancy shower and tub that I could use as a mini swimming pool.
Hearing his purr behind me. Wondering if his cock will vibrate inside of me like his paws did. Like his tongue did.
My God, why am I so horny already?
Gideon squirted soap into his palm and stroked it across her back and hips, making little shushing sounds.
“I’m not hurt, sweetie.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure.”
“You look, um, different.”
“Different how?” Sasha twisted, trying to see herself at different angles, and only ended up sliding in a puddle of bath oil. Gideon caught her.
“Puffy.”
“What kind of puffy?”
Gideon gave a pointed look at her pussy.
“That happens when your King gives you three thigh-breaking orgasms—and you make a fool of yourself coming all over his hand,” she admitted with a blush.
“King?” Gideon’s sweet purr sharpened, turned deep, and his golden eyes seemed to glow with a darker light. “Sasha, you mustn’t.”
“Why? It’s true. Rupex was a King before he got married. I saw some old media images on the computer when I was looking up information about the program. It mentioned he was ‘King and Captain.’”
“That’s because his crew was his Pride. Military leaders are also known as Kings if they’re in charge of a unit.”
“But you can also have the title if you have a wife?”
“Or a mate. Some people do not wed in the more modern customs.”
“And a mate is...”
“Your Queen.”
Sasha smirked. “If I’m your Queen, you’re my King.”
“No, my love, that’s because Queen is the adult female felid, but Knight and King are both used for adult male Felids.”
“My love? You called me that more than once.”
Gideon sighed. “I feel as though I am arguing with you to protect you from yourself.”
“But not from you?” Sasha dug her hands deep into his wet, sleek fur, watching his eyes close as his purring filled the room, sending pleasant ripples through her body.
“No,” he breathed out, voice an airy rumble, like soft, faraway thunder.
“Never from me. You’ve nothing to fear from me.
I knew even before I met you that you were a gift, a life-giver, and I could no more hurt you than I would hurt myself.
No, beyond that. I would rather harm come to me than to you. ”
Sasha sighed. “And you really mean that. I don’t have to ask, I can tell.”
Gideon nodded. “Then you are perceptive.”
“And you don’t know how big of an attraction that is,” she explained, hand sinking past his waist, between his hip bones, finding the thick smooth shaft and gliding her soapy hand around it. She massaged the bubbles into his fur above and below, kneading it into his thighs as he blinked, awestruck.
“You should rest,” he managed to rasp.
“I will, soon. Promise,” Sasha agreed, but secretly, she knew she was fast becoming addicted, not just to the pleasure he gave her, but to providing pleasure to Gideon, who seemed so grateful for any touch, so love-starved and lonely.
He had said not to pity him, and she didn’t. In truth, she saw herself in him.
Willing to take a risk, trying to think of others, to be noble—trying to survive in a world where you weren’t quite welcome.
The urge to make him feel that warm welcome, to see him look so awed by her affection, was new, and it was reflected in every touch he returned. Right now, the big Leonid ran his claw tips lightly over her scalp and down her spine, pulling her closer.
With his size and their height difference, Sasha found herself cradling his cock between her breasts as his long, prehensile tail looped protectively around her waist.
“Now, that is a sight I would pay a million credits to see,” Gideon whispered, admiration in every low, rolling syllable. His paws stroked forward, cupping her breasts around his cock.
Sasha gave him what she hoped was a seductive look and pushed him back towards the edge of the tub. “Oh, if you think that’s nice, there’s something human guys really like. You’ll have to try it and tell me if there’s a Felid equivalent.”
Gideon’s jaw dropped along with his hips as Sasha kneeled on the tile, her breasts smushed around his length by a combination of her hands and his paws.
“I don’t think so. Felid females do not have breasts like this.
They tend to be leaner and more muscular all over.
The softness would be there, I’m sure, but the ability to make a haven for someone’s cock? Not so much.”
“Well, what you do is get all slippery with something—like soap,” Sasha giggled as Gideon’s eyes continued to widen, “and you slide up and down—like you were in some other slippery part of me.”
He gave an experimental thrust and promptly smacked her chin with his crown. “Oops.”
“That doesn’t happen with 99% of human guys, because they have way smaller ‘equipment.’ In fact, only the pretty well-endowed guys probably get to enjoy this, and those ‘big’ guys are still smaller than Felids.”
“So, this is something you and your former—”
“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?”