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Subject: Journal Entry 029 / 0413 [ P'nyssa's Letter ]
Date: 2 Mar 1996 19:59:46 GMT
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Aldea, Nenim 4, 0413
This document is in fact not part of Shardik's Journal Entries.
It is instead a letter from his lover, P'nyssa, to him while he was
off planet. It is included for historical purposes at the bequest
of Shardik.
- - -
Dear Ken,
I miss you. Almost every day I ask Dave when you'll be home,
and every day he reminds me. Our bedroom is very lonely without
you, and your letters describing how hot your relationship with
Kathy is becoming doesn't make it any better.
Of course, this doesn't mean I've been entirely alone at night.
You know me better than that. No, his name is M'Daan, and he a
Ssphynx.
There are times while you're away when I can see your face, and
this is one of them. You and your little exploits are almost
legendary, but your little P'nyssa going out on a limb? I can hear
you now... "no way."
But Daan is so very kind and sweet. His legs are short but his
hominid torso is tall, so we see eye-to-eye. He's also about twice
as wide as I am and it's all muscle. You must meet him. His face
is so handsome, and always so calm, and he has these huge black
eyes that I just want to fall into.
Oh, and before I go on, I have to thank you for something.
Remember when you were designing Centaurs, and you were debating
how much motion the 1hip2shoulder joint should have? Thanks for
going all out. You'll be happy to know the design works great in
Ssphynxes, too.
But I think I know now how some women feel when they fall for
you. We never had that; remember how we met? But Daan just
seduced me, and that's never happened before. His voice was deep
and sexy and his stories about what he does and the land where he
lives just wrapped me up. I was so intent, I felt I needed to kiss
him. I told him so, and his kiss was warm and friendly. Like you.
It felt like he gave me everything in that kiss, and it felt so
good after the long time without you. We made a date for dinner.
Dinner. I don't even remember what we ate. I was under a
spell, he was so warm and confident, so strong. He knew. Dammit,
Ken, I've never felt so out of control; he directed everything that
night.
We went into his den, and we talked for a while, and he kissed
me on the cheek.
My reaction surprised even me. I turned and kissed him back so
fiercely. He opened his mouth and his tongue was on mine, tasting.
"P'nyssa?" I remember hearing him say.
"Hmmm?"
"Would you like to take this into the bedroom?"
All I could do was nod. He shifted his leonine body off the
couch and simply picked me up. I was weightless to him, it took
him no effort at all. I nestled my head into his shoulder. I
could feel his right arm under my bottom, and our body heat was
meeting in my cunt. I could feel his fur and his muscles.
I don't remember the walk to the bedroom. He held me in his
arms and I felt the small jumps as first his forepaws and then his
hindpaws took the steps up to his bed. He settled down onto his
belly, and then easily bent down and lowered me onto the bed.
Daan stretched out over me completely, his forepaws resting on
my belly as he kissed me and stroked my nipples. I wish his kisses
had gone forever, and yet sometimes it seemed like they did. I
could feel his hand disturbing the fur on my belly and sides, and
when they trailed over my cunt, they must have gotten wet, because
I know how wet I was, I could feel the coolness of my juices on my
fur.
He slowly backed down off the bed, and I could clearly hear
each light thump as a paw came down off the bed. His hands
followed, trailing down my body and he slid all the way down to my
feet. He began to rub them, from my toes to my ankles and on up.
He didn't just rub my feet, he made love to them. To me. His
torso was laying supine on the bed, and I felt his mouth lightly
kiss my cunt. I nearly lost my mind just from the anticipation, I
wanted so badly to just grab him and hold him there to kiss my
cunt, I wanted him. I wanted to run my mittens through his long
blond hair.
And he was such a tease! He would nuzzle my cunt with his
nose, and kiss with his wet lips, a quick lick with his tongue. He
didn't need to try hard, either; I could feel my labia thumping
hot, my wetness and fullness making my lips part. And every time I
felt a small droplet crease down he would lick at it.
My body was so tense it was like wire wrapped around my spine,
my ribs. I begged him to lick me, I swear it was begging. I needed
him that badly.
Finally, he did, his tongue raking my clit, the pressure
driving me wild. The wires drew tighter, so tight I felt like I
was panting. I lost control of myself, and my mittens ran through
his hair, over his shoulders, and I could feel, I think, my feet
digging into his leonine ribcage. The pressure in my cunt became
unbearable, and when he sucked on my clit, I came, I screamed.
He looked up at me, his lips curled into this beautiful,
prideful smile, then he dove down again, licking softly my outer
lips. I could hear the soft liquid sounds, but at the moment I
didn't really feel much, just a soft sensation of his tongue and
lips. I think I was still recovering from the last orgasm. But
all of a sudden there was this huge, almost painful, rush of heat,
and I could feel this orgasm building, like the roar of a fusion
engine, and I came a second time, so fast and so hard my head spun.
I don't recall seeing much, but I did feel him moving back up
onto the bed, and when I looked up he was standing over me, that
smile on his lips. I ran my mittens over his muscular forepaws,
and up his belly. I could just reach his nipples, but he bent over
to kiss me, settling his hot leonine body over mine, his hominid
half bent almost double so he could kiss my mouth. His face was
glistening, and I remember him wiping his mouth with the back of
his hand and then using his tongue to lick the fur clean.
He stroked my face. I smiled, began shifting, moving down
under him. He lifted his body a little, so I could get underneath.
I know what you're thinking, and you're right. Even my
knowledge as a doctor didn't help much, sparse as it was. You
designed the feline centaurs so... differently that I had to learn
by trial and error.
But try I did. I reached up and began to softly stroke the
attached foreskin with my mittens. He growled, saying "That's it,
princess." That's what you call me! I lightly stroked around his
rear haunches, and I think I giggled once when his tail flicked
over my cunt. His cock began to grow, coming out of his foreskin.
It was long and glistening, soft pink, and I reached back under his
forelegs for a pillow. I supported my head with the pillow and,
wrapping my tens around his body for support, lifted myself to his
cock. I ran my tongue over it, and it twitched a little, and the
growls he emitted were wonderful. I opened my mouth and sucked it
in, feeling the smoothness of it, the soft satiny skin, and if I
pressed just so hard in this one spot I could feel his heartbeat
through his cock. I began to suck in all earnestness, but he said,
"P'nyssa, would you like me to roll over? I wouldn't want you to
hurt your neck like that."
I stopped, and he settled down into his full side, bent over so
he could watch me. I was a fem possessed, I don't know why. I
mean, usually I know why I like to suck cock. That sense of
giving, and of power, but those weren't what I was feeling, not
here. I just needed... him. I sucked him hard with my tongue and
my lips and my teeth. I tried to take him deep into my throat, and
managed. Sometimes the gag urge was so strong tears were in my
eyes, but that was okay this time, I needed him that much.
But much more than that, I wanted him in my cunt. I realized
just how empty I felt, and I pushed him over until he was on his
back. He has a wonderful bed; it's made for lovemaking like this.
I mounted his leonine body, straddling him. He propped his torso
up on a pillow, and smiled as I lowered myself onto him, taking his
cock into me. I felt it part my lips, skewering me. The tip of
his cock just barely pressed into my cervix, and I can't tell you
how good that felt, that light touch. I stroked his cock with my
pussy, feeling this wonderful largeness filling and emptying me. I
stretched out over his chest, and if I looked up I could stare
straight into his eyes. He leaned over and kissed me as I stroked
his cock, the fur of my chest rubbing against his. But I wanted
something more. "Daan?"
"Yes?"
"I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want to get on all fours for
you and feel you."
He smiled and said "We can do that, but we're going to have to
change positions."
His approval was all I needed. I slid off of him, my cunt
howling for his cock as it slithered out of me. Damn, why did it
have to stop, even it was going to begin again just as good?
He rolled over and stood on the bed. I rose onto my knees and
lowered my head onto the pillow he'd been using earlier. My ass
was high in the air. I could feel him padding around behind me,
and a light chuckle escaped him. His fingers trailed over my ass,
down between the crease to my cunt, his thumb gently parting my
lips. I moaned shamelessly. I needed him. I could feel his
forepaws lightly brushing my legs. I wanted him so badly that if
he'd taken my ass right then I wouldn't have mind.
I felt a tensing in his legs, and a sudden jerk as he literally
leapt up, and his forepaws came down on opposite sides of my
shoulders so sharply that it frightened me. His hands rested
momentarily on my shoulders and I could feel him positioning his
hindlegs on the outside of mine. He's that big, that my legs went
between his. I could feel his hard cock pressed up tightly against
my cunt, and I felt his torso twist as he reached back, but I got
there first, seizing his cock with my mitt and aiming it straight
for my hole. That was all the direction he needed, sliding it
home, filling me, filling once more that empty gap I'd been feeling
all night.
And there I was, under this leonine body, his cock deep inside
me. At first he was slow, but I wanted more, and I told him so. I
didn't care if I was going to be sore for a week, I wanted him now.
He responded by tightening his forepaws about my shoulders, his
torso bent over and his fingers going through my hair, stroking my
ears gently. But his cock, his pelvis, were slamming into me,
filling and emptying me over and over. Harder, I said, and he
responded, until there was no gentleness left in our lovemaking,
and that's the way I wanted it. I went crazy; I lost track of who
he was, and all I could think was that I was being fucked by a
lion, which in a way I was, but this lion was all beast, taking me,
the king of the jungle. He slammed, and he was relentless, and I
swear he was a beast; the growls he made never came out of any
hominid vocal chords. Sometimes, great thrusts would give me this
little jab of pain as he hit my cervix, but it only added. It felt
so good. I was mindless.
He began to thrust even harder, and I knew he was going to
come. I felt it, I wanted it. He stopped dead for a second, and
then with a few more slamming thrust he came, roaring, and I think
I came then too, my bestial fantasies taking me away.
We subsided, and he slowly rolled off of me, flopping down onto
the bed with a hard thump. He lay there, eyes alight and smiling,
and I giggled and leapt upon him, kissing him. It wasn't relief,
really, but after having been so willfully submissive, trapped
under his massive and muscular body, the light and airyness was
equally intoxicating. He was great, he really was, and it was such
a privilege to curl up with him that night.
So, when am I getting a letter from you?
- - -
Love,
P'nyssa
P.S. Like the new stationary? Oh, and you're right... it is so
much more romantic to write with a fountain pen. Especially under
candlelight. You have such a nice office, can I have mine done the
same way?
Kisses.
--
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