Chapter Nine #2
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 MARRY Sasha. 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 lips as 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.
“Fuck, yes. Seeing you stroke that huge cock is doing things to me I didn’t know existed,” Sasha confessed.
“I’m stroking for you. I want so badly to be inside of you,” he confessed, feeling selfish.
But Sasha didn’t frown or scold. She moaned in agreement. “I want that, too, baby.”
“Y-You do? I meant, my cock inside of you.”
“I know, I know. I know it’s big, but it’s going to feel good when we do it, because everything feels so good with you.”
“I will lick and prepare that pretty pussy until your wetness is a waterfall, and you open easily around me, just the narrowest part,” he explained, and thinking about that made it hard to hold his release for another second.
“We’re practicing now,” Sasha wailed, feet suddenly bracing on the wet floor, and two of her fingers jamming inside along his tail.
His Sasha. So full. So stretched and spread... Begging for him, thinking of him.
“My Queen!” he gave a harsh growl as his cum sprayed across her.
His cock jerked and pumped out the white, almost silvery cream, enough to spatter her breasts and make a thick puddle that extended from her navel to between her thighs, following the slope of her shaking hips and frantically rubbing fingers to decorate her pussy.
Gideon fell to his knees over her, still hard, primal, terrible instincts telling him to press himself home and mate his little Queen when she was soft and open. Another part of him just wanted to admire her and thank her for being his every fantasy.
It wasn’t good for his instincts to see her dripping with his cum. It meant she was his. And it was meant to be inside of her.
Sasha sat up slowly, shaking her head. “That’s it for tonight. It has to be, or I won’t be able to walk or sit tomorrow,” she giggled. “Holy lake, Gideon. Did all of that come out of you?” Sasha looked down in awe at her cream-covered belly and thighs.
“More will come next time, or the time when I’m safely inside of you.”
“That’s not all going to fit,” she yelped.
“Dr. Marcus’ manual to male partners explained that the Queen’s may be bloated and full until we are no longer locked together. He suggested putting down some extra sheets or towels.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea for tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night? Gideon’s mouth dried out as he took over caring for his queen, rinsing her off, and starting the scrubbing process all over again.
“I feel like it’s going to be hard to wait, but I need recovery time, stud muffin.”
“What muffin? Are you hungry?”
“I’m really hungry, but you’re the muffin. A stud means a hot guy, a sexy, virile guy. Like you. And a muffin—”
“We have muffins. Sweet treats. I am your hot, sexy, sweet treat?”
He was going to deafen Sasha. His purring was so loud.
But Sasha just beamed up at him. “That’s exactly what you are.”