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  Through the bond, she felt the passion building in Hunter. His big balls tightened and he bit into the smaller cat’s neck. With her eyes tightly closed, Jemi’s fingers took on the outline of a big pulsing shaft. She felt the sweet impact of every movement, driving the satisfying length home with bruising force. The sweetness of the mating drove Jeroni to the edge of delight. The walls and muscles of her tunnel clung greedily to his thick hot dick. Delicious waves thundered through her. Her lips parted and she shuddered as if she’d been pumped full of hot tasty seed.

  She collapsed back against the grass, slowly withdrawing her fingers from her moist passage. Smiling and drowsy, she rolled over onto her stomach. She was going to have to mate soon or the next time Hunter unsheathed his monster cock, she was going to be hard pressed not to grab it and get some for herself. Admittedly, the fact that it was forbidden for a Volterian woman to mate with one of the fabled carnivores from Tern Terra, only added to her desire to do just that.

  Hunter withdrew his sated cock from the beige cat and dismounted. On the other side of the path, under a tree, lay a tall, slender female with long legs and pale skin. In the light just before dusk, he could see the curly brown mat of hair between her open legs. He sniffed the air. He could smell her need. She would have to mate soon.

  His hunger temporarily satisfied, he padded across the trail and looked down at the human female. He looked at her legs: they were long and strong. They had to be. He had an impression of another human female and a huge tan cat. His parents. Straining to reach the memory, he vaguely pictured his mother using her arms and long legs to cling to his father’s flanks in an effort to keep her body pressed tight against his underbelly as she slowly, but gladly accepted the huge cock being steadily pressed, inch by inch into her.

  Gripping the memory firmly, Hunter remembered how his father’s tail would whip wildly and his head would toss from side to side as he rutted his long, thick cock deep within Hunter’s mother’s human pussy. His mother’s legs would tremble and shake, but she would hold on to his father’s body. She would sob uncontrollably as she came.

  When the trembling, growling, and sobbing subsided, his parents would exchange quiet words of pleasure. Then, with his cock still firmly embedded in his mate, his father would gently lower his big tan body to the ground, roll onto his side, and they would fall asleep, still coupled.

  Just before sleep took them, Hunter would approach. His father had been inclined to growl at him after mating, wanting to be alone with his mate, but his mother would reach out to him, stroking his head. Through her touch, the pleasure and joy his parents found in each other would settle over him, making him feel happy and safe.

  Allowing the memory to drift away, Hunter growled softly. That was the way it was supposed to be between a Tern Terrian and his mate. That’s the way it should be between he and his Jeroni. Now that Cody and she were with them perhaps, the time when he could mate with her was at hand. If not, he would learn to shape shift and then he would mate with her.

  He glanced down at the woman lying near his paws. Already he could see subtle differences in her. Her behind was more padded and her hair, usually dark and straight, was lighter and showed a tendency to curl. Hunter felt a stirring in his chest. After all the months of strain and struggle, it had finally happened. She was really there—not quite as he’d seen her in the mist, but close enough.

  But she wasn’t aware of him yet. He’d need to go slowly so as not to frighten her again. He looked down at Jeroni. She breathed in slow and deep, but he knew she was still awake. He laid his big body along side hers.

  Hmm. Hunter, that was so hot, she sent the drowsy thought his way. She was so tight and hot. Forest cats have good pussy.

  Good pussy, he echoed, his mind wandering to her. Bringing his thoughts back to Jeroni, he had to resist the urge to lap at her sweet passage before burying his tongue and his cock in her. Once, many seasons past, when he had come upon her in the forest after her first mating, the smell of her seed filled cunt had driven him into a mating frenzy. With no foreknowledge that mating with her would be forbidden, he’d dipped his tongue into her warm, creamy cunt.

  After the first startled squeak of surprise, she had parted her thighs and lifted her slim hips, granting his tongue easier access to her sweet pussy. Her smell and taste had been incredible. Even now, his cock stirred in its sheath as he recalled that first satisfying taste of her hot, moist pussy. As he had lapped and stabbed at her wet cunt, their psychic bond had formed. When she had come against his tongue, his cock, hard, hot, and heavy with need, had popped out of its sheath.

  Tioni, The Seer, had come upon them just as he had gone down on his hunches in preparation for sliding as much of his throbbing cock into her pussy as she could handle. Tioni, her green eyes blazing, the dark brown pelt covering her body, bristling in the night breeze, had descended on them like a whirlwind, her right hand extended. Hunter, with the big head of his cock pressed at the entrance of Jeroni’s pussy, had felt a sudden paralysis seize him.

  “Hunter, stop immediately,” The Seer had demanded. “Jeroni Teyer, close your legs! You two must not mate.”

  They had both obeyed the seer’s demand. Still, Hunter had never understood why it was okay for him to eat her pussy or to bottom mate with her, but wrong for he and his Jeroni to cunt mate. They both enjoyed her soft sweet lips on his cock and he loved pushing his dick into her small bottom on their special occasion. His unselfish Jeroni always pleased him, even when he didn’t come. Still, they both knew the natural order of things was for them to cunt mate.

  As a Tern Terrian Carnivore, his natural and preferred life mate was a human female. But Tioni had warned that if they mated, they would set forces in motion that would affect not only all of Volter Terra, but his home Tern Terra as well. Over the succeeding seasons his desire to mate with Jeroni and her desire to accept his cock had mounted, but they had abided by the promise they had made Tioni not to.

  He tossed his big head, shaking the memory clear. He eyed the human lying beside him. It was difficult to think of anything but mating around Jeroni when her fragrant cunt gave off her mating aroma. She was tired. He’d let her rest for a short time then they would return to the hut stop so she could mate. While she did, if he could control his jealousy, he would watch and through their bond know some of the bliss of being in her sweet pussy.

  His sensitive nostrils full of her mating aroma, he settled down into an uneasy sleep.

  Chapter Two

  The sound of the rain beating softly against the thatch of the roof roused Jeroni. Lifting the animal skins from her naked body, she opened her eyes. She felt her mating passage twitch as her gaze lighted on the tall, nude figure of the man feeding wood into the dim embers of the fire alcove across the room.

  The typical Volterian warrior, he was tall with broad shoulders, narrow hips, a tight butt, and a shaft that was almost always hard and ready for action. Just the way she liked her mating partners. Of course, like most Volterian males, his dick was only average sized. She released a soft sigh. A starving woman couldn’t be too choosy and he was bigger than most males. It was just that after having experienced the absolute delight of being filled to the brim with a big, hard, luscious cock for well over two wonderful seasons, these average cocks paled in comparison.

  Over three seasons of a big, hard, luscious cock? When had she ever had that pleasure? She frowned. When would she ever know that pleasure? Where had that thought come from? She shook it off. It must be the fever. As Tioni was fond of saying, putting off the mating bought nothing but misery and fever. Soon, her extended ceremonial mating ritual would end and she must start the journey to Terra where she would spend the rest of her life mating with just one man. One man. She felt the streak of rebellion Tioni was always warning her against, rising to the surface.

  What was the point of being the only offspring of a Liege Lord if she were held to just one life mate like any other Volterian woman? Especially when everyone said
that man had to be Tuteri, only son of Lord Liege Siano of the kingdom of Terra? Terrian men were notorious for their small dicks and their lack of mating expertise. It was rumored that their fabled mating inadequacy had lead to the breakup of Volter Terra into two separate kingdoms many hundreds of seasons pass. How could she, who lived to mate, be expected to choose such a man as a life mate? The Gods of the Mountains couldn’t have intended that.

  Come to that, why was any Volterian woman held to one life mate anyway? If the Gods of the Mountains hadn’t intended women to mate with whoever stirred them sexually, why had they gifted them with a pussy that could either contract or expand to the contours of a male cock regardless of the size?

  Why did Volterian women enjoy mating so very much if they were intended for just one male? And why did that mate have to be human? She thought of Hunter’s mighty dick and shivered. He gave her such pleasure when he tongued her or bottom mated with her. Still, she knew unimaginable pleasure awaited their cunt mating. Oh to have her pussy on the receiving end of that magnificent cock. Gods of the Mountains. How could that be wrong? As Tioni was fond of saying, questions for another time. Watching Hunter mate had driven her to a frenzy of need and now she needed to mate herself. She tossed back the skins and lay on her back.

  “Dioni,” she said softly.

  The male turned and looked over his shoulder at her, his dark eyes taking in the firm sensuous contours of her lithe body. Dropping her gaze to his shaft, she saw it twitch. He knew the significance of the pink tips of her breasts tightening. “My Lady Liege?”

  “Leave the fire. Come attend me and we will make our own heat, my mighty warrior.”

  She licked her lips and watched eagerly as he came across room, his hard cock bouncing in front of him. Her passage moistened. When he paused at the side of the narrow skin covered platform that served as the bed, she sat on the side, her legs parted.

  Palming her breasts, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. A nice jolt of pleasure shot through her as he began to lick at her sensitive flesh with a skillful tongue. If it was one thing Volterian males were good at, it was tongue mating. His tongue probed inside her, seeking out the secret spots just inside her inner lips that sent pure lust bursting through her body. Within moments, she collapsed back against the bed, her legs clamped around his head, her hips jerking upwards. He brought her to several orgasms before lapping up every drop of her juice.

  Hmm. What a talented tongue. Dioni was almost as skillful at tongue mating as Hunter had shown himself to be that one blissful eve he had tongued her. But memories of Hunter’s pleasing tongue weren’t going to help her now. Now, she needed to cunt mate.

  As she lay on her back, her legs spayed open, Dioni rose above her. Settling himself between her legs, he shoved his hard dick in her expanded, gaping tunnel.

  Dioni was a mighty warrior, but she could barely feel him in her. She sighed. She was going to have to work hard to enjoy this mating. She ran her hands over his muscled torso and encountered a jagged scar on his left shoulder. He had received that wound when he’d leapt in front of her to protect her from a spear cast by one of the Terrian raiders who had abducted her mother. Though only twelve seasons and new to mating, she had rewarded him with an all night cunt mating that they had both thoroughly enjoyed. Her ever-loyal Dioni deserved his pleasure. She would give it to him.

  He lay his warm body on hers, flattening her big breasts under the muscles of his chest. Her sensitive tips encountered the thick hair covering his chest muscles and she sighed happily. Nice. He slipped his hands under her and cupped her butt in his palms, wigging his hips against hers.

  “My Lady Liege. Please,” he begged, flicking the tip of his tongue against the big nipple nearest him. “Contract.”

  She lifted her legs, bending them at the knees. The coarse hair of his groin brushed against her sensitive clit and she shivered. Gods of the Mountains, but she needed this mating. Closing her eyes, she slowly began to tighten and shrink her cunt until it fit snug around his cock.

  “There,” she told him softly, stroking her hands down his strong, taunt butt. “Is that better, my faithful Dioni?”

  “My Lady Liege,” he gasped. “Yes.”

  His firm butt quivered under her hands and she smiled. That weak, pleading voice was music to her ear and balm to her aching cunt. Nothing sweeter than hearing a male beg for the pleasure she could give him. Well, nothing sweeter short of being stuffed with a big hard cock that had belonged to a big, handsome police detective.

  What was a police detective?

  She frowned. The thought must have come from the off worlder Hunter had said had come. Why had she agreed? Because he had asked it and she could deny her bond mate nothing in her power to grant him.

  “My Lady Liege?”

  Dioni’s plaintive voice interrupted her musings.

  She realized that her tunnel had reverted to its natural slack state. She quickly tightened it around his shaft. He moaned and shuddered in appreciation and pleasure.

  “You like that?” she teased.

  “Yes, My Lady Liege,” he groaned, his voice full of mating need.

  “And how does the mighty Dioni find my pussy?”

  “Sweet, My Lady Liege,” he moaned. “Hot, tight, and so sweet.”

  “And would you like more of my hot, tight, sweet pussy?”

  “Yes. Please, My Lady Liege.”

  “Then show me,” she commanded softly. “Show me you how much you like my pussy.”

  “Yes. Yes, My Lady Liege.”

  He shuddered and began pumping his shaft into her tightened passage. Each time he dove into her shortened channel, he groaned. Jeroni wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes, and let reality slip away.

  She was no longer Jeroni Teyer of Volter, daughter of Liege Lord Donoun. She was someone else...an off worlder called Jemi of a distant world called Earth. The cock swelling and wildly propelling into her was much bigger and thicker...hotter...more powerful. The arms holding her stronger. The face of her lover, smooth and dark...the eyes a surprising and beautiful green. The body big, sleek, and dark. Cody. Her lover. Her love.

  It had been so long. So long since she’d felt the wonder of the forceful, demanding cock quickly conquering her pussy. She clung to him and they fucked each other wildly, biting and hissing as they fought for their pleasure.

  When she felt him shuddering, about to come before she was ready, she expanded her inner walls, lengthening her pussy. One of her regular stable of lovers, Dioni knew what to do. He pulled up hard on each upward thrust, brushing roughly against her clit, while hungrily sucking at her breasts.

  As her own pleasure thundered through her, she contracted and shortened herself around his cock. She used her inner walls to massage and cling to his hot organ, pushing him to the edge. Holding him tight within her body, they came together. Shuddering and groaning, he pumped a full, warm load into her satisfied body.

  Hmm. Nice. Very nice. She expanded her pussy and he pulled out of her. She turned on her side and curled into a ball. He moved behind her, pressing tight against her. She felt his still hard shaft between her cheeks as he pulled the skins over their sweating bodies. She drifted to sleep in his arms with a smile on her face. Gods of the Mountains, she loved mating.

  * * * * *

  Although awake, Jemi kept her eyes firmly shut. Every time she opened them and looked around, she imaged herself in some strange room with no electricity and a curtain where the door should have been. An unusually large, paneless window occupied one entire wall. Heavy dark curtains were pulled back to reveal what appeared to be a verdant forest. Animal skins covered her naked body. Her naked, satisfied body. Someone had made love to her. She sniffed the air. Recently.

  The small room, bare except for the bed, a huge chest by the window, and a chair, was redolent with the scent of satisfied lust. Candles sat in brass holders on the stone floor on either side of the bed.

  Who had she slept with a
nd where was she? The last thing she remembered was making the long drive to the abandoned mining town Cody’s letter had directed her to. Things were blurry after that.

  This was all a bad dream. If she lay still long enough, she would fall back to sleep. When she awoke again, she’d be in her own bedroom—alone with her hunger for Cody that still sometimes hurt like a fresh wound.

  Only she knew this was not a dream. She was here, wherever here was. Lying there in a fetal position with her eyes closed wasn’t going to help a whole lot. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes again and looked around for something to put on. Near the window, draped across a low wooden chair lay a leather outfit even skimmer than the one she had worn on Valentine’s Day. How long ago had that been?

  A hazy memory of a big cat teased her. The cat in question had been at least ten feet long. It had the sleek beautiful body of a panther, an unusual bronze coloring, the striking dark golden mane of a lion, the height of a horse. She frowned. Cats did not grow that big, nor, as far as she knew, did panther-like cats have manes of any color.

  Jemi.

  Her lips parted in a soundless scream. The head of the big cat from her memory appeared in the open window. Oh, God! She scrambled off the bed. Her feet got caught in the skins and she sprawled full length on the cold, stone floor. She heard a swishing sound. She turned on her back in time to see the huge cat leap through the window.

  In seconds, he stood over her, his green slitted eyes staring down at her, his hot breath brushing her face. Oh, God, was he going to kill her again? That was it. He’d killed her once...suffocated her and now she was...dear God this wasn’t happening.