Epilogue
Eleven Cycles Later...
“She’s asleep. We probably have four hours, and I have the monitor set on my personal computer in my pocket,” Sasha whispered, slipping outside, looking up at the gorgeous violet sky overhead.
Gideon wrapped his arms around her waist and listened to her soft, aroused noise as he caressed her breasts, then her hips, working his way to the round bottom that was just so delectable. “When your dress comes off, make sure it stays nearby, then.”
“I will.” Sasha shivered as his deep voice dropped even further, rumbling, a low growl in his chest speaking to his lust. She looked out over their land.
They’d bought a place at the very edge of town so that they had almost sixty units of land to terraform.
In the two cycles since they’d been here, things had started to take shape.
Dusty, barren land now sported a few trees, and a few units had taken to grass and wildflowers.
They were working on irrigation and diverting water from a distant lake with a Felid-dug canal.
It all had to be done so carefully, but that was Gideon.
Careful. Kind. Thoughtful. Incredibly intelligent.
She had the best husband ever.
“Is it wrong for me to want to chase my wife until I catch her soft body, and then work her sweet pussy and ass until they’re ready for me?”
Best husband ever. Best lover ever. He should probably win some kind of award for what he could do to her, how much pleasure he could deliver. “It’s not wrong.”
His digits gripped her waist now, hard. He kneaded her skin through her dress, the growl deepening. “I want you on your knees underneath me, so I can give you as much of my cock as you can possibly take.”
She let out a little gasp, thinking about just how much she could handle, more than she ever had before.
Constant lovemaking and stretching had enabled her to take almost all of his long, thick cock, and she blushed to admit how much she liked being stretched and stuffed with him, how she craved every thrust, in both holes.
Sasha twisted out of his grip with a sudden burst of speed, racing away, pussy starting to drip and full breasts bouncing, tender nipples rubbing against her clothes.
She wouldn’t be in them for long.
Gideon raced behind her—and then past her. He was a blur in the dark, black lost in shadow. She stopped, knowing he was ahead, waiting to pounce.
He would grab her, push his weight on top of her in the soft grass of their glorious new home, and maul her pussy with his tongue and digits, giving her an orgasm that would leave her shaking and helpless—and then he’d claim her, his long, thick cock in her aching slit, tail in her tight ass.
Or maybe not. Maybe tonight he’d be filling her ass and stretching it while his tail worked her needy pussy to a froth.
Sweet, meek Gideon, she thought as she slowed her steps, eyes searching the shadows for a telltale flash of yellow eyes or the white speckles down his back. All those years of being Farhet’s quiet, steady assistant.
He was a beast in a suit—and now, Farhet was the one confined—to a penitentiary classified for those who had committed crimes ‘while under mental duress’, but who were not fooling magistrates into believing they were always unstable.
I like my sweet beast free and out of his cage.
Sasha stopped and lowered the straps of her dress, then unhooked her bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, hard, dark nipples erect in the cool night air. She moaned as she played her hands over them.
Gideon couldn’t resist such a sight. Not for long.
She heard the running, padding steps before she saw the dark blur of wild mane and muscles that grabbed her, carrying her off while she let out a scream of surprise.
In seconds, she was on her back in the grass with Gideon’s head buried between her thighs, using his broad, textured tongue to trace her clit and folds before thrusting the wet pink tongue inside of her.
“Ohhh!” she let out a cry as he bobbed his head, fucking her with his tongue while claws dug into her thighs.
“Knees to your chest,” he ordered.
She obeyed, opening herself up more for his demanding mouth.
His digits started rubbing soft circles on her tight pucker as his tongue licked and his mouth sucked.
Her slit began to tighten on his tongue, and her juices pooled at the base of her tormented pussy.
Gideon caught them and rubbed them into her tight ring, easing the passage of his digit into her ass.
“What a sweet, wonderful wife I have. So tasty. Such a good Queen, letting me have all of her holes,” he whispered.
“I love when you have all of them,” she whimpered, lost in sensation. He could be so gentle, tease pleasure out of her in long, loving hours—or thrust it all on her at once until she screamed and begged him to fuck her hard.
“Oh, I intend to.” His pace picked up, and his muzzle buried in her spasming pussy.
Her hips bucked and squirmed, but she couldn’t escape his grasp, not that she really wanted to.
She needed a breath, a break, and that’s what he wouldn’t give her, not until she exploded on him, soaking his fur, drenching him in her essence.
“I can’t squirt unless you’re in my pussy,” she panted, a half-wail ripping from her lips as a second thick digit thrust into her ass, easily the width of two human cocks.
“All you have to do is ask, my Queen, my everything.” Gideon’s sinful chuckle sent shivers down her spine as he shifted, rising over her.
Her hand left her knee and caught his cock, stroking the thick length that her fingers strained to close around. The nubs that began about halfway down the base were already starting to swell, even before they were locked inside of her.
“Such a good Queen, taking all of me. One day, you will take me to the hilt. That perfect little body is so eager to stretch for me.”
Sasha gasped as the thick crown split her open, and the momentary stretch made her muscles clench.
He stroked her breast with the side of his face, a nuzzle that was so sweet and endearing that her mind could barely hold both images—her sweet, wondering Gideon who had never even touched a Queen before, and the beast sliding home, inch after inch.
His intrusion made her cry out as he bumped her cervix, then found a way to move so that her body would accept more of him, her aroused muscles relaxing as his penetration hit every delicious nerve inside of her stretched tunnel.
“Today isn’t that day,” she giggled breathlessly as he began pounding away, careful not to let the nubs at his base inside of her so they wouldn’t swell and mesh them together until she’d peaked.
“Perhaps not, but today is the day you squirt for your King, isn’t it, lover?” he purred, head back, eyes closed in bliss as her muscles milked him. “You haven’t been able to do that as often as you’d like, what with the baby interrupting us every few hours.”
Sasha nodded, head rocking helplessly on the velvety grass as he pounded her muscles into nothingness, all the tension she’d once carried long gone.
She felt as though she were melting in pleasure, until his tail tip began tapping and whipping softly against her clit.
Little burning jumps of sensation coursed through her pussy, taking her from a puddle of pleasure to a puddle that pulsed.
Each tap and thrust had her body twitching, climbing the peak as he doubled his speed.
“Gideon. Gideon, oh, Gideon, please...” Breathless cries that had no clear meaning, cries she trusted her beloved to interpret.
He did, pressing his wide, thick paw across her mound and leaning in as he filled her, sheathing his base inside of her and feeling the nubs immediately begin to swell, locking him inside her depths.
“Oh!” With a short, sharp screech, she felt the tension reach a sweet peak inside of her, pooling and raging until she bore down and her orgasm took liquid form. Hot, wet jets burst out, soaking Gideon’s dark fur and her curls.
In seconds, she felt his muscles lock, starting at the shoulders she was clutching and rippling down to his hips.
He thrust in despite being locked inside of her already, hips unable to understand logic, only desire.
With a roar that reverberated off the sapling citrine and plumcotta trees, he flooded her pussy with his cum.
“Sweet Bastet,” Gideon groaned into the grass as he fell on top of her, body limp.
She laughed under him. “Sweet Gideon. My King. My love.”
“That was incredible. But too short. You have not been spoiled enough. I’m sorry, my angel,” he murmured, rolling onto his back and carrying her with him. He stroked his paws over her body, tracing hard nipples and swollen clit.
Sasha smiled as she felt his unrelenting hardness inside of her. Her muscles pulsed weakly on it in aftershocks of pleasure. “I’m incredibly spoiled, silly King. I have you all to myself. I have you all night.”
Gideon craned his neck and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her throat. “You have me forever.”
“That’s right. So there’s no rush,” she sighed and sank back against him, smiling as his touch played over her hips. “All the time in the galaxy, Gideon.”
“And all of you for me,” he purred.
If you enjoyed this trip to the Felix Orbus Galaxy, I hope you’ll visit again.