Muscles that hadn’t been used in years still remembered the drill, aiming him without conscious thought or effort. He plunged into her in one hot, hard stroke and let loose a cry of triumph. There had been a time when he could fuck a woman in his sleep, but he wanted to be awake for this one; wanted to look into her eyes to see what he was doing to her. Her lips were parted in awe, and her soft moans escaped them with every move he made. Rising up, he looked down at his thick, hard cock, watching as it rammed into her again and again and again. Her heavy breasts rocked back and forth on her chest as he moved against her. He stopped thrusting and then smiled as she cried out in protest.
“Does it feel good to you, Bonnie?”
Nodding, she whispered helplessly, “Please don’t stop.”
His reply was a loud, satisfied purr, and as his cock began its swirling dance inside her, her eyes seem to lose their focus. Lynx found her sweet spot and raked it with the serrated edge of his cockhead; pulsing it so fast, it was more of a vibration than a stroke. He heard her gasp, and then heard her scream as he drove her to a frenzy. His cock must not have been producing the orgasmic fluids that women had always craved because she wasn’t having the continuous, effortless orgasms he remembered; he had to work for every single crescendo she reached. But that didn’t matter to him, in fact, he was glad of it. He wanted her to feel what his body alone could do to her; things she never even dreamed of…
Backing out and rolling her over, he dove into her from behind. He liked looking at her round, firm ass while he fucked her. It was beautiful. He’d have to be sure and tell her that—but not now; he would save that for later. Reveling in the sound of their bodies slapping against each other, he picked up the pace, fucking hard and fast and deep. He brought her to one climax, then another, and another before slowing down to undulate his spine, feeling her, teasing her, bringing her up to the peak and sending her crashing down again. And it felt good—fabulously so—to be inside a woman again. Especially this woman. This woman he loved.
She wants my children! He savored the memory of those words. What wouldn’t he give her now; now that she said the one thing he’d never heard from a woman— any woman. She really meant it, too; he was certain of it. She wanted babies—his babies, and he vowed to plant lots of them in her belly and then watch them grow and would love them, too. He slowed and rolled her over again; he wanted to see her face when he finished. Bonnie moaned in ecstasy, and as Lynx felt his testicles tighten, he reached down to pull her in tighter. At long last, he was going to fill her with his seed, and she would know joy.
Bonnie had seen the inferno blazing in Lynx's eyes and knew she’d unleashed a fury. When his hard cock penetrated her, she felt sure she could match him stroke for stroke and stay with him—but it was impossible. She soon lost all control and had to simply lie back and let him take her. She’d never known anyone who could do what Lynx was doing; had never felt anything like it and had never even dreamed that such a thing was possible. What he had been capable of with his hands and mouth was nothing compared with this! It was like riding a rogue comet through space, one with moves she couldn’t even begin to anticipate.
Lynx had rolled her this way and that, giving it to her from every direction to the point where she half expected him to stand her on her head. Where did he learn all this? She was so blown away, she couldn’t even remember that she already knew the answer to that question. What she did know was that he could aim the damn thing in any direction and stay inside her at angles no other man would have even dreamed of trying. She looked down once, seeing him on his hands and knees with his ass aimed toward her, his balls bouncing up and down as he fucked, his cock aimed backward to catch her pussy and drive into it with perfect precision. She stared at him in disbelief, thinking that while he might not have been able to use it for several years, he certainly hadn’t forgotten how. In response, Bonnie raised her legs high, and then grasping her feet, rotated her pelvis up to meet him.
Lynx let out another explosive purr and pulled out suddenly; his gleaming cock poised above her for a moment, then dove in as deeply as possible, swirling his thick rod inside her. Then he did it again, and again, and again. Bonnie had never felt quite so thoroughly nailed before in her life, and watching him from behind was the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed—and, best of all, he was doing it to her.
When Lynx turned around and took her in his arms, his dick penetrated her once again, and she marveled at his lack of fumbling; his aim was perfect, and he slid right up inside her. “Hold onto me, my lovely Bonnie,” he whispered. “And I will give you joy unlike any you have ever known.”
Not knowing what to do—and not capable of much else—Bonnie grasped his shoulders, and Lynx then sat back on his heels, lifting her upright and taking her hips in his hands as he bounced her against him. Setting her down hard, he stopped all movement—even his breathing ceased for a moment. Bonnie watched his bright pupils dilate and, with a deep-throated growl, he filled her with his essence.
Within moments, every muscle in her body contracted and a thousand points of orgasmic thunder exploded in a climax which seemed to involve every cell. Her entire being then seemed to expand, as though each molecule suddenly needed more space before condensing into a euphoric sensation that raced through her bloodstream, spreading warmth and contentment throughout her body. It really is joy, she marveled… unlike any she had ever known…
Lynx watched as his lover's eyes grew round with astonishment and then wonder and then joy. He knew that peaceful laetralence would soon follow as his snard worked its magic. It had been many years since he’d witnessed the effects; but to his triumph, Bonnie's reactions seemed to be pronounced and prolonged. He didn’t know the reason for the difference, but perhaps it took love to reach the highest level—a love for which he was profoundly grateful.
Lynx could feel the wavelike undulations of his coronal ruffle begin and heard Bonnie's gasp of renewed pleasure. He’d seldom had the opportunity to let it all unfold as it was meant to; before, there had always been someone else clamoring for his attention. But this was even more wonderful than he imagined it would be; he was with her, inside her, giving everything to her. He’d felt his own satisfying release before, but had never reveled in the woman's pleasure. As his gaze roamed over her face, taking in her heavy-lidded eyes with lashes that sparkled with tears of joy, her full lips parted with unspoken awe, and the softly glowing blush of her cheek with its light sheen of moisture, Lynx knew he had never looked upon anything more intoxicatingly beautiful in his entire life.
Lynx felt his penis beginning to lose its stiffness, but it didn’t matter now. Even if he could never do it again, he’d done it at least once, and he’d done it with the only woman he’d ever truly loved—this one who loved him in return—this woman he adored.
Bonnie didn’t want to wake up and forget this lovely dream she was having. Lynx was in her arms; her fretful baby was sleeping—what the chickens and the enocks were up to, she didn’t know and didn’t much care. Had she ever felt this way before? She didn’t think so. It was so peaceful… even her brain was quiet for once; not thinking about anything… just drifting endlessly on a blissful cloud of serenity. At some point she would have to get up—but not yet. Work could wait for just a little longer…
Bonnie had never been one to put off until tomorrow what needed to be done today—all work and no play had been a way of life to her. But Lynx had changed that— just as she had changed him. And everyone thought there was something wrong with him! There was nothing wrong with her darling Lynx. He was perfect. Jack didn’t know everything about Zetithians…
Just as Cat probably didn’t know everything about women. Bonnie smiled to herself, thinking that Lynx had used some techniques she’d be willing to bet even Cat didn’t know. But the effortless orgasms? Bonnie had climaxed several times, but there was nothing effortless about what Lynx had been doing to her.
She felt blood begin to surge toward the apex of her thigh
s at the mere thought of Lynx in action. What was it he had said? “I was once a skilled lover”? What a gross understatement! Running a finger delicately along the curve of his shoulder, she sighed with contentment. She loved that spot: the place where Lynx's neck flowed gracefully into his back and shoulders. It seemed odd to consider a man graceful, but the whole of his being seemed to define the word. True, he was strong and masculine, but that touch of the feline in him raised him far above ordinary males.
Remembering how much she would have given to hold him like this—all those months of longing, all those sleepless nights—and now, this; it was nothing short of heaven.
Lynx began purring as soon as he awakened to find himself in Bonnie's embrace with the sweet, glorious scent of love filling his head and spiraling down to his groin, bringing his cock to life once again.
She’d been so right—it had all been in his head—if only she’d told him before, things might have been different, though it might have been more the way she said it than the actual knowledge. He had no idea just how she’d done it, but his cock was now hard as steel, and he wanted nothing more than to use it on her again.
The feel of her sated body told him he’d done well, but he knew he could do better—would do better—in the future. There was no reason not to now, and no reason he couldn’t meet with his former comrades and feel like one of them again—perhaps more so than he ever had. He’d been younger than the others and had always felt slightly inadequate in comparison—they’d been such proud warriors, whereas he had been more effective behind the scenes.
Bonnie had been right about that, too. They had worked as a unit; each with his own talents and duties, and each one every bit as important as the other. The only difference was that the others had found lovers—lovers who bore their children. The children of the last remaining Zetithians would be scattered like seeds across the galaxy, and Lynx vowed that he would add his own to the mix. Those who would have destroyed them had not succeeded. The spirit of Zetith would prevail.
Lynx nuzzled Bonnie's breast, breathing on her soft nipples and watching with fascination as they hardened. She was his to entice and enjoy, and he would delight in exploring her body; learning its secrets and finding new ways to enthrall her. He would bind her to him. His semen, or snard, as it was referred to in his native tongue, was very effective, but his coronal fluid was best, though it seemed to be absent. Perhaps it would return in time. It was one thing of his that women had never wasted, seeing it as a precious commodity to be savored and enjoyed.
He remembered that first day in the harem when he had naïvely thought that his life as a slave would be one of pure pleasure. They had taken him by the hand and led him to a bed of pillows, laying him down and teasing him to make the fluid flow freely. Had that first taste been accidental, or had he encouraged them, knowing what it would do to them? He couldn’t remember, but he could vividly recall the scene in which scores of beautiful, nude females had clustered around his cock like bees to honey; feeding on his fluids, and then gasping and writhing as the orgasms shook their shapely forms. Exotic beauties each one of them, with perfect breasts, slender waists, and lush, rounded hips; if only they’d been less greedy, less demanding, he would be there still. They would have adored him as much as he now adored Bonnie—Bonnie, who didn’t want more than he could give, but who only wanted him.
And she would get him, too, because just as soon as she woke up, he was fully intending to mate with her again. Suddenly, it seemed that waiting was no longer an option.
“Are you awake?” he whispered.
“I am now,” Bonnie murmured. “What's up?”
“It's odd that you would put it that way,” he said as he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. “But if you will just put your hand here,” he said, moving it lower, “you will see what is ‘up.’”
Bonnie giggled. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
Lynx chuckled softly. “I believe you have… released the monster.”
“No kidding,” Bonnie said. “—and it's quite a monster! Persistent little devil, too. You sure you don’t need more… recovery time?”
“I have slept,” Lynx replied. “—and as you can see, I have already recovered.”
“Well, you may have,” Bonnie said roundly, “—but I’m not so sure about me. You fuck like a world champion, you know that?”
“I was very good,” Lynx said modestly, “at one time.”
“You still are very good,” she corrected him. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been with anyone else who could literally do it upside down and backwards.”
Lynx grinned. “That backwards move was very popular.”
“I’m sure it was,” she agreed. “Watching your balls bounce was incredibly erotic! I’ll bet even Cat doesn’t know that one.”
“Possibly not,” Lynx admitted. “I did that for a woman who liked watching me mate with other women.” Favoring Bonnie with a sly smile, he added, “She liked watching my balls bounce, too.”
“Well, you’ve got some really nice balls there,” Bonnie said. “And this cock is freakin’ awesome, too.”
“Awesome?” he repeated. “I do not understand that word.”
“Sorry, my Stantongue isn’t as good as my English,” she said. “It means inspiring awe, wonder, something that's really cool, absolutely fantastic, wonderful, marvelous, fabulous—” Bonnie paused as she gave his penis a yank. “Are you getting this?”
“You like my cock,” he said with a knowing smile.
“That's an understatement if I’ve ever heard one!” declared Bonnie. “It's absolutely beautiful.”
“It does not seem to produce the fluid from the corona anymore,” he said regretfully. “That is what would give you the most joy.”
“Well, maybe I just need to suck it harder,” Bonnie suggested.
Lynx felt his nuts tighten, and his cock pulsed without conscious effort. The mental image of Bonnie with his dick in her mouth was almost enough to send him into orgasm.
“Or maybe I just need to jack you off a few times,” she went on conversationally. “You know, to flush out the pipes?”
“Jack me off?”
“You know, with my hands?”
“You would do that for me?”
“Sure, why not? I’ve done it lots of times before— and you surely have done it to yourself!”
“No, I have not.”
“Lynx,” she said darkly. “Most guys do it all the time! Do you mean to say you never have? Where the devil have you been?”
“Paemay,” he replied with a chuckle. “And Zetith before that. I did not know it was possible.”
“Guess you aren’t as good as you thought you were—or maybe the slave girls didn’t like watching a guy come, whereas I, on the other hand, absolutely adore the sight of a spewing cock.”
Lynx gave an involuntary gulp. “You do?” He didn’t think he could take much more of this kind of talk without having to do something… physical.
“I do,” she said with a heartfelt sigh. “Especially yours! I love watching it drool and fuck and—”
Lynx had heard enough and suddenly, couldn’t wait another moment and pushed her head down to his groin. “Suck me, then, and watch me come.”
Bonnie hadn’t had the opportunity to suck him when he was hard, and it was something she’d been looking forward to for a long time. And it was beautiful, too: thick, hard, red-hot, and—
“Lynx!” she exclaimed excitedly. “What's that?” Pointing to the clear fluid oozing from the serrated points of his corona, she asked, “Is that it?”
He nodded. “I believe so.”
“Hmm, guess a little, um, discussion was all it took then.” On closer inspection, she noted that, while it seemed to be coming from a slightly different source, it didn’t appear to be different from the normal lubricating emissions of human males. “So, does it work if I just taste it?”
“It used to,” he said as his face took on an expression of rogu
ish delight. “Lick me and discover for yourself.”
Bonnie laughed out loud. “You really like telling me what to do, don’t you?”
“Women have never let me do that before,” he said. “But you do, and I like being able to tell you what I want you to do.”
“Yeah, well, anything you like is bound to be good for me, too,” Bonnie admitted. “I want you so bad right now, I can hardly stand it. Cocksucking is a favorite pastime of mine, by the way—drives me absolutely wild.”
“And Sylor left you?” Lynx remarked with an amused smile. “I still do not understand why.”
“I guess he just wasn’t the type to settle down,” Bonnie said with a shrug. “That's the way he was—I can’t really hold anything against him, because he always said he didn’t want to get married—which was probably for the best.”
Lynx drew in a deep, ragged breath. Things were not progressing anywhere near quickly enough to suit him, and his cock pulsed again in anticipation, causing more fluid to exude from the corona. He’d taken just about all he could stand. “Are you going to talk or suck me?” Lynx said, stroking Bonnie's cheek with his slick cock-head. His voice deepened as he added, “I think you will like it.”
“I already know that, Lynx!” she said waspishly. “The damn thing even tastes good.”
“Lick me then,” Lynx purred, “and you will know joy.”
“Just dying to know if it works, aren’t you?”
Lynx nodded. “I am understandably… anxious— and curious.”
Bonnie smiled. “There's an old saying about curiosity and cats—perhaps you’ve heard it? ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’”
“Meaning?”
“Cats sometimes get into some very dangerous places by being so curious.”
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