Chapter Eleven #2
Sasha pushed herself up on her knees as they rested on top of his wide, muscular thighs. His paws came to cup her bottom, and his eyes went down to the waterline, where he could watch her bouncing in time to the thrusts of his tail.
“Your digits could do a lot to help,” she suggested, her walls hugging the tail that thrust and twisted in her wet heat. “One or two of them... Three...”
Gideon groaned, and Sasha smiled when he grimaced as if trying to keep hold of his gentlemanly manners.
“You act like I don’t want to get all nice and open for you.” Sasha cupped her breasts, putting on a show. She pouted when Gideon gave her a startled look at her accusation. She didn’t give him time to speak. “You act like I’m not craving as many inches of that big, thick cock as I can take.”
“You are? But... You mentioned—”
“That was with lousy little human men who didn’t know how to treat me.” She hesitated, and then breathed out the words that were so fearsome to admit. “That didn’t love me. That I wasn’t in love with. But when it’s you... I’m not worried. I’m eager. And you know what your eyes do to me?”
“My eyes?”
“Yes. When you watch me, looking at me like you can’t believe I’m yours, looking at me so hungrily...
I feel like I’m on fire, and you’re the only one who can cure the burn.
When you watch me, look at every inch of me, I don’t feel anything but loved, and fucking sexy, and hot, and...
What was the word we used earlier? Primal.
It’s not just the shots. It’s you.” Sasha grabbed his paw from where it pressed against her hip and dragged it to the front to cup her mound.
“I want to be bred by you.” She pushed his paw between her legs and moaned when he instantly started massaging her clit while his tail pushed in as far as she could take him.
SHE WAS HIS GODDESS, a handmaiden of Bastet disguised as a human. She had to be. She had taken all of his fears and worries and eradicated them. She had chosen him. She was seducing him, tempting him, moaning around his tail while her little hands continually caressed his leaking cock.
He couldn’t resist a divine being or any request from his Queen. And if they were one and the same?
Gideon rose like a rocket, Sasha in his arms, and stepped out of the tub, soapy and dripping, his tail still tucked between her thighs, his paw still thumbing the pearl that made her moan the loudest. He activated the all-over air dryer that was designed with Felids in mind, a burst of warm air blasting them both from head to toe.
“Ever since I saw you covered in my cum, I have ached to put it inside of you, to keep you full of me. Even if we are never blessed with cubs of our own, my Sasha, seeing that you want me like that is maddening.” Gideon toppled to his bed with her, careful to keep her safe on top of him. “Maddening in the best of ways.”
Sasha nodded, kissing him, clawing him with her blunt little fingers, writhing on his tail. Her knees rested on his thighs, and she rocked herself on all fours, eyes closed in pleasure.
He was a bad Knight, a greedy one, for all he could think about was that he was missing the show he wanted most. He should be content with how his gorgeous little Queen was thrashing and moaning on top of him.
He wasn’t. He wanted to be between her thighs, watching her pussy part and stretch, getting ready for his cock.
But being on top of her might injure her. Better to let her be on top. Better to marvel at this show, Gideon told himself.
“Dr. Marcus gave me a bag of things that were supposed to help. Did he give you one?” Sasha panted.
“I believe there is one in each of these ‘surrogate suites.’” Gideon reached for the bedside table with its two small drawers and larger storage cabinet underneath. “What is it that you need, my Queen?”
“Lube. For slippery cocks sinking in deep.” Sasha smirked at him and slid down his legs until her tongue teased his tip. With utter sinfulness, she found his slit and the little dribbles of precum he was making for her, looked into his eyes, and lapped them up. “Mmm. Yummy King.”
“Delicious Queen.” Gideon seized the discreet white bag and dumped it out beside them, eyes widening at the array of metallic phallic-shaped items of graduated sizes. “Oh.”
Sasha blushed and ignored them, reaching for the big tube labeled High Glide, Medical Lubricant. “This is the good stuff,” she said. “If the doctors can use it to get medical equipment into little places, we can use it to get something big inside of me.”
Gideon’s eyes were still riveted to the other items on the bed. He could imagine Sasha using these for him, showing him her progress towards taking him. “You don’t want to use these first so you’re more comfortable?”
In answer, Sasha rolled off of him and squirted a stream of warm, slippery gel into his palm.
“Nope. I want to use these first,” Sasha slid her fingers through the gel to coat his digits, staring into his eyes.
“If you’re worried you can’t check my progress,” another one of those beautiful, deadly smirks that made him a puddle of need, “don’t worry. I thought of that.”
Gideon wondered if it were possible for a cock to break itself somehow, to turn to stone and crumble.
When Sasha released his hand, she turned herself around on his chest, putting her glorious hips and her soft, silky center just even with his pectorals while her breasts sank into the thick fur just above his cock.
She pulled his cock back towards her lips and hummed happily, sucking him while shaking her pussy at him.
“You’re going to make me explode,” Gideon warned.
“Yes. Deep inside me,” Sasha purred. “And tomorrow, we’ll tell Marcus we tried, we want out, and we still want to be test subjects.
As a couple. You’ll tell Farhet you tried ‘breeding’ me, and Dr. Marcus can sign off on it if there’s some kind of contract statement you have to file.
I won’t have to lie, will I?” Sasha reached her hand back to part her lips.
“No,” Gideon wheezed, rubbing his slippery digits over her pink, dewy opening. It shimmered in the low light, wet with her juice and remnants of the bath. He stroked down slowly and waited, letting her sheath him inside.
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’m used 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.