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                                  Journal Entry 025/0412

     I'd gone back to space.  No, I did  not  intend to find a new place
and create another Pendor, one is  quite  enough in this universe, thank
you.  But I was in  search  of  something  to  do,  for once, and space,
especially the "exploring the new Frontier" type, called me once more.
     Life on board The Eldarfaroth is both  very much like and very much
unlike a Star Trek episode.  Yeah,  there  is a bridge, and lounges, and
cargo holds, and holodecks, and  transporter  rooms,  and yes, there are
androids  on  board,  and   non-humans.   But,  the  crew  is  a  racial
cross-section, Felinzi and Mephits and  Jentecks and a Dolphin or two, a
crew of over a thousand.  There is  more  than  one lounge, though, even
one strictly for gays.  Besides,  Captain  Ian MacNaughton has two heads
and three legs and looks like  a  deer  with  two  Cecil the Seasick Sea
Serpents for necks.  But I  like  Ian,  even  if his booming voice is an
awful affectation, and the Eldarfaroth isn't a bad ship.
     But starships have little use for transporter engineers like me who
have nothing to do when  were  under  Cochrane  drive,  so on the side I
teach physics to a bunch of the staff kids.
     Ever had a kid in class who already  knew  all this stuff?  And was
waiting to get  to  the  good  parts,  but  who  wouldn't  rap about her
thoughts?  Kathy's like  that.   Human,  twenty  three,  blonde and blue
eyes, but, for some reason she  wasn't  terribly interesting.  Must have
been her folks,  they're  real  scientists.   In  any  event,  she was a
spoiled child in my classroom, rolling off theories that would have made
a Cochrane engineer blanche.  Not terribly social.
     But one day she rattled  off  this...thing.   It  was  some sort of
equation, but I had the ship AI  repeat  it to me after class.  If I was
right, it was a major improvement  over  Cochrane IV theory, which could
redefine a whole line of starships!
     Which meant...
     Next day, in class.  Two hour  session.   Ended  well.  People were
leaving, going to the rest of their day.
     "Miss Hawkwing, could you please stay after class for a moment?"
     Snickers ran about some of the  younger  ones in the classroom, and
that's allright.  She had  been  a  bit  bitchy.   But,  when  the class
emptied I sat down and told her  "You're  amazing, you know that, Kathy?
You come in here, and know  everything  already, and I don't need you in
my classroom, especially when that equation you rattled off yesterday is
better than anything we have in the  line  right now.  Wait.  Yes, I can
see that you've figured out what  this  means,  to you, me, and Alderson
shipyards.  It could earn you a lot  of  respect.  Therefore, using that
equation as a starting point,  you  may  pass  my  class entirely if you
prove your equation.  You may use banzai  labs for this project, and you
may take as long as two weeks.  I  suggest  you  start by looking up the
Bennetti equations, a series  of  incorrect-but-getting  there  thoughts
proposed on Earth before they even had spaceflight."
     She looked at me, after this tirade, and looked as if she was about
to snap at me, but instead she merely said "Yes, sir." and walked out.
     Little did I know that that word,  "sir,"  was  about to become the
basis of a whole new relationship.

       A week later, and I  was  cooking  steak,  the  aroma  filling my
domicile, when Wendy said "Ahem."  That  electronic throat- clearing was
getting annoying.  She didn't have to do that.  "There's a young lady at
your door, a Miss Katherine  Hawkwind,  to  see you.  I believe she's in
your physics class."
     Snapping a Niven stasis field around my meal so it wouldn't burn, I
asked Wendy to tell her to come in.    She did so, and slapped a rammark
onto the  kitchen  counter.   "There.   The  whole  thing,  proven, with
footnotes and bibliography.  Happy now?"
     "Almost."
     "Almost?  What else do you want?"
     "Working proof.  A working test model."
     "You're kidding, right?   I  don't  know  that  stuff,  I'm  not an
engineer!"  Her chin was quivering.
     "Alright, then, don't bother.  But you  get an ninety for my class,
not a one hundred."
     She wasn't listening.   Odd.   She  was  staring  at  my bookshelf,
which, believe it or not, is still full of old paper-pressed hardcovers.
I still like something I can carry  around,  or read on the beach.  Much
to my surprise, so do a lot of folks.   Books are comfortable, and easy,
and it's my  experience  that  they'll  be  around  for a long time yet.
Worse, even though any librarian AI  will  press you one in ten minutes,
people still insist of borrowing  them  from  others.  I guess there are
some things you can't take out of an intelligent gene pool.  "Shardik?"
     "Kathy, call me Elf, or Ken, or something  other than Shardik, huh?
That's a name for offworlders."
     "Okay...Ken.  Uhm, can I borrow a book?" See what I mean?
     "I guess.  Sure, go ahead."
     "Thanks!"  She reached out to the  shelf,  grabbed  one, and headed
for the door.  "Oh, and I'll see what  I can do about that project.  Can
I ask Andraveleskand'r for help?"
     She knows Andra?  I shrugged.   "Sure,  as  long as your work is on
the testbed."
     She nodded, smiling, and headed  for  the  door.  I snapped off the
NT-field and resumed cooking.  I glanced at my bookshelf, curious to see
what she'd taken.  I was intrigued.  The book she'd taken was considered
a classic of S/M literature.
     The Erotic Adventures of Sleeping  Beauty,  vol. 1, The Claiming of
Sleeping Beauty.

    A few weeks later, there came another  visit  from Miss Hawkwind.  I
invited her in.  "Hi!  How goes your project?"
    She shrugged, her  expression  more  nervous  than  studious,  and I
wondered.  "It's okay.  Testbed's a mess,  though.  Ugliest pressings of
circuitry I ever did."
     "I thought you weren't an engineer.
     "I'm not," that shrug again.  "I do  know  what I'm doing though in
hyperfields.  But that's not what I wanted to ask you about."
     "Oh?"
     She sat down at the dining table,  her  back  straight.  She paused
for a minute, then began, "You know my  parent, right?  I'm twenty-three
years old, y'know, but, well...Elf,  I've  slept with boys and I've even
slept with girls, but, well, I read that book you loaned me, then I went
and got the others, and...
     She paused again.  "I've never  felt  what  I did when I read those
books.  I mean, never.  Regular sex doesn't do anything for me, it's..."
     "Empty?  No what you were looking for?"
     "Yeah, and I thought, since  you  had  them,  I could ask you about
it."
     I stopped for a long time.  I grabbed a glass of iced gfi, and some
sugar, and sat down at the table.   "Kathy,  I've  had those books on my
shelves for over five hundred  years.   Yeah,  Roquelare's a hot writer,
and her ideas are great, but  they're  just  fantasies.  I found them as
exciting as you did...well, maybe not, but I know how you feel."
     "You mean, you don't do..."
     "I didn't say that."  A thought  burned  in my mind, like a candle.
Did I want to do this?  I  though  about  the  question  as we sat there
silently, her  eyes  saddened  by  what  she  must  have  thought was my
rejection.  The more the though  rolled  around my mind, the clearer the
answer became.  She did.
    So did I.
    "Have you ever done anything like..."
    "Like that?  Yeah..." I smiled, wistful, I think, " a while ago, but
not from the top."
    "You're a bottom?" she said, not quite believing that I'd said that.
    "Well, yeah, when the mood strikes  me  to  go out, like to Rhysh or
something, yeah, I tend to be bottom."
    "Oh."  She said it like that meant that it was all over.
    "Kathy, the best masters  and  mistresses  are  those that were once
slaves themselves...Ask Lisa."
    "Lisa?"
    "Ever here of a place called The Village?"
    "No...oh, wait, isn't that the island  near Rhysh?  I was told by my
AI that I'd learn about that place  when  I was older." Which meant that
when you were younger, someone instructed  your friendly neighborhood AI
to not tell  you  about  things  like  that,  probably  under  it's  own
discretion.  That's okay, parents should dictate what kids can and can't
get into.
    "Yeah, well, Lisa is The Village AI."
    "Oh, and I take it..."
    "Yeah, the Village is a smorgasbord of stuff like that in the Beauty
books.  Anyway, I used to visit there."
    "And what did you do there?" She asked, suddenly intensely curious.
    "Well, let's see.  My favorite game they had there is called the Hex
Pit.  Uhm, it's an all-male game, for when I had a male trainer.  It's a
great game.  Some of the people  call  it a rape-game, but that's really
unfair to the men who play.   Rape  is  an  ugly  thing; it's one of the
reasons I encourage  gun  use  on  Pendor,  after  all  we  are far from
perfect.  But this, this is different.
    "Hex is...well, my  trainer,  Borodir,  took  me into this room, and
there were about fifty  people  there,  and  in  the center is this hex,
about four meters across, lined  with  ropes.  He explained the rules to
me, which are  very  simple.   I  get  put  into  the  Hex  with another
contestant, and the first one to  fuck  the other wins.  So he takes off
my collar...yeah, he led me in on a  collar,  and put me on the pedestal
leading to the Hex.  I stood there, and you gotta believe I was nervous.
So he took out this bottle of oil,  and  he  began to rub it all over my
back, and my stomach, and my neck, and  into my hair, and then down back
over my legs, and then his hands  were  all over my ass, really greasing
me up.  His palm  slipped  in  between  my  cheeks,  and  his finger was
starting to slip its way into me, greasing me up.  Finally, he took hand
and began to stroke my cock, getting me hard.
    "So there I was, this hand on my  cock,  fifty people staring at me,
and they lead the other guy in, and  start  doing the same thing to him.
This guy was a Mephit, and  you  know  how  they are, all wiry and thin?
Not this guy, he was fuckin'  huge,  the  Terminator  of Mephits, with a
cock that was well on it's way  to  being  as  big  as a soda can, and I
swear he had this dark, mysterious  expression,  and  if he'd had Tindal
ears he could have come straight from  some woodland tale.  And he grins
at me.  They start oiling  him  up,  getting  it  into  his fur, and his
trainer is stroking him like  Borodir  is  me, and my legs are tremblin'
because I was so horny, and I knew, I was going to get this guy.  So all
of a sudden, Borodir's hand is gone, and I hear some guy yell 'GO!'
    "And four meters is not very far.  This guy and I were on each other
instantly, trying to wrestle the other to the mat, which is just as oily
as we are, and this guy  has  muscles.   He's  gorgeous, and rules say I
can't grab his cock or his  tail,  or  punch  him,  just wrestle, and he
throws me aside.  I rolled, and he  came  at me again, trying to turn me
over, but I slipped out and slid away.   He threw himself across the Hex
at me, but I kicked off a wall and  slid  out  of the way again, but too
hard.  He went sprawling across the mat  where I'd been, but I slid into
another wall and hit my  head,  dazed.   I  looked  up, and he was lying
facing away from me, his ass in the air, his tail twitching.  No time to
think about it, I jumped on him, my  erection  humping between his legs,
my hands on his biceps, holding him down.   He was snarling and hissing,
and I kept trying.  I didn't  have  a  free  hand to aim, and his damned
tail was in the way, but I kept on,  and  I felt something press against
my cockhead, and I pushed, and it gave  way, I was in!  He yowled, and I
felt his ass clench and try  to  push  me  out,  but I was in heaven...I
heard someone yell 'ONE!' as I  went  in  and I began to fuck him, right
there, anger and force, pounding,  and  the crowd was chanting, counting
each stroke...'FIVE'...'SIX'...he was  seriously writhing, trying to get
loose, and I went  on,  relishing  this...this...power...'NINE'...and  I
went on fucking him, one hard  stroke  after another, and when the crowd
reached 'TWELVE!'  I  jammed  my  cock  into  his  asshole,  and I came,
shooting into that heat.
    "I must have rolled off of him, but I  don't remember doing it.  But
I do recall his rolling over  and  jumping  to  his feet, glaring at me.
Then he grinned, a good sport, and helped  me up.  He laughed, and I did
to.  It was so funny, it really was.  We were told to go clean up, and I
did bring him off in the baths,  helping  him clean off all that oil out
of his pelt.  His name was  Aaden, we  still keep in touch, he's a great
guy.  We had a few drinks  afterwards,  do  believe he drinks milk?  And
when it's not oily, he does have a very  sexy tail, all white with black
trim, really bushy, and it  almost  reaches  his  head when it stands on
end.  And I still say he  has  the  sexiest  dark  eyes  I've  seen on a
Mephitisoid.
    "But it's not really  rape.   We  both  knew  exactly  what  we were
getting into when we went in there,  Borodir  knew I'd like that kind of
game.  Actually, I've lost that game  more often than I've won, and it's
still just as fun.  It's very masculine, really, the predator type games
that women just don't get into for the most part.  The using."
    She stared at me, looking really  hot.   "You...you  did things like
that?"
    "Sure, why not?"  I'd decided.  "Kathy,  " I said, grabbing a pad of
paper and a pen, "can you remember this word?" I wrote it down, and made
her pronounce it, several times, until she had it perfect and memorized.
"Good.  Let's talk.  There's a lot in the Beauty books, and you're going
to have to sit here and tell me what in those books made you...hot."
     "Okay, well...I liked the scene  in  the  castle,  y'know, when the
queen first punishes beauty.  And I liked the scene in the dungeon.  The
kitchen I didn't like, and I didn't like  the scenes in public, like the
bridle path.  Uhm, I don't want to be  a pony," (I smiled at that), "but
a tent princess sounds like fun.   I  liked  the scenes at the sultan's,
where the slaves are isolated and restrained, y'know, the scene with all
the decorations..." She went on for a good long while, her voice growing
steadier all  the time.  As I listened, I took notes.
     "Okay, Kathy," I said, "lets play  this  one  scene at a time.    I
think I've got a handle on this.  Tonight,  at 11:00 i.d., you will meet
me at here.  Got that?"
     "You mean, you're  going  to...tonight?"   She  looked  and sounded
bewildered.
     "Yeah, tonight, you and me alone.  Ready?"
     "Uhm..."  She was thinking fast,  like  I  intended.  If she really
wanted what she was asking for, this was the time to find out.  "I'll be
there.  Count on it."
     "Good.  Remember the  first  rule,  though.   When  you  get there,
you're mine, got that?   No  questions  until  after, when I release you
from the game.  The moment  you  step  into  my  room, you're my thrall.
Clear?"
     She nodded.   I  said,  "Except...that  word  I  gave you.  Can you
remember it?  It's on that slip I gave  you.  If you ever use that word,
everything's off.  It's you're safety valve.  If a scene is going places
you don't want it to, if you're too hurt  or frightened, that's your way
out.  Okay?"
     She nodded, then stood up, leaned across  the table, and kissed me.
"Thank you," she whispered, and she left, to get ready.
     Alone again, I sat back, and pondered.   What in Hell have I gotten
myself into?
     Not that it mattered.  I'd made a promise, and I was going to do my
Boy Scout's Best to keep it.  Not that I was ever a Boy Scout.
    And I sat back, and wondered.

    The room was small, and shapeless.   That  is to say that it did not
yet have a definite shape, but it  would  definitely  work on it.  Using
every high-tech trick in the  book  to  make  this my total environment,
hyperlography for the visual, nanotech for the physical, biocybe for the
control, even a teleporter in case more  sheer mass was needed.  Garrett
hardware made it convincing.
     I paused, and the room slowly  took  shape.   A  bedroom was what I
wanted, not a dungeon, not yet.  Although at the merest thought it could
be a dungeon.  Any sort of room.
     I sat down at a chair of my  desire,  and  waited.  I glanced at my
watch, an object as physical  and  yet  as  unreal  as the chair and the
table.  Nanotech arranged  in  another  form,  the watch was a frakir, a
defense weapon.   I  bid  it  depart,  and  watched,  fascinated  as  it
dissolved, entering my skin through the pores and between the molecules.
I had long ago  gotten  used  to  the  thought  of  those  tiny machines
crawling around inside me.  They kept  me young, strong.  They countered
poison, healed me, allowed me to  change  if  I wanted to.  And besides,
they were simply improvements over my  own organic hardware.  And if you
think that's impossible, remember, nature  only works in one field, DNA,
and we've got the strength of mind to make whatever we feel.
     2:55 i.l.  I waited  for  Kathy  to  show.   "Ken?"  said  a  soft,
feminine voice with just a hint of Felinze growl.
     "Yes, Wendy?" I asked the ship's AI.
     "Miss Hawkwind  is  making  her  way  to  this  sector.   Here's  a
tactical," and a small display on the far wall of the room showed me her
path.
     "Fine, thanks."  I waited,  and  watched.   She  was right on time.
The doorbell rang.
     "You're late!" I said, through the intercom.  "For that, I want you
to strip right where you are, and leave  your clothes right there on the
floor.  Don't attempt to cover yourself, or hide.  When you've taken off
all your clothes, get down on your knees, and kneel."
     I watched, feeling a  little  sorry  for  her  as  she took off her
clothes, nervously watching down  both  ends  of the curving hallway.  I
watched the display.  Nobody was coming, and even if someone were, Wendy
would make sure that she wasn't  seen.   Illusion gear's not just in the
apartment.
     I waited, enjoying her discomfort,  then  I  touched the doorslide,
and the door opened.  "In."
     She started to rise.  "On your knees.  Crawl.  Chin up, eyes to the
floor.  Good girl."  I looked at  her.   She was young, soft, ripe.  Her
blond tresses covered her breasts.    She  was lovely, and I felt not at
all bad that I was about to mark that flawless skin with welts.
     She crawled in, and I closed the  door.   "Katherin, you understand
what's going to happen to you,  here.   I  hope you do.  Good.  Remember
this, I will punish you if you fail to obey me.  Understand?"
     Her voice was a tiny whisper.  "Yes."
     "What?"
     Louder, "Yes."
     "Yes, what?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "Good.  Do you see that chair?  I want you to go and kneel in front
of it, your  head  on  the  leather."   She  followed  my  instructions,
crawling over on her knees to the chair.  I stood behind her, and looked
at her shapely ass stuck high in  the  air.   I reached between her legs
and pinched the lips of her  sex,  and  a  small  squeal escaped her.  I
pinched her again,  a  little  harder,  and  again.   She  was groaning,
writhing against leather.  I slapped her behind.  "Stop that."
     I smiled.  "Slave, you told  me  you  were  not  a virgin.  Is this
true?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "Well, then, slave, we'll have to  come  up with something new."  I
slowly undid my pants.  I left on  the  shirt  I'd chosen, a white linen
shirt straight out of The Pirates of Penzance.  My erection sported from
my body, hard and straight.  I  got  behind  her,  and slid my cock into
her.  She sighed, with  pleasure,  and  I  brought  my palm sharply down
against her buttocks, and she pealed  with surprise and pain.  I smiled,
and reached for the open brass jar  next  to the chair.  With hardly one
stroke, I pulled out of  her,  and  slowly  slathered  my  cock with the
lubricant.  "Slave, have you ever had a cock in your ass?"
     "Sir...No, sir," her voice filled with panic.
     "Well, then, it's nice that you have something to sacrifice to your
lord, isn't it?"
     I completely expected to hear  her  say  it,  but she laid her head
back down on the chair, and said "Yes, sir."
     I smiled, and positioned the  head  of  my  penis against her tight
nether hole, and pushed, very  gently.   Slowly,  the head pushed, and I
watched, fascinated, as her asshole began  to expand under the insistent
pressure.  She groaned, in pain or  pleasure  I couldn't guess, and half
the length of my cock vanished  inside  her.   I pushed a little harder,
and then, her newly opened  anus  sheathing  my  cock so very tightly, I
sank into her, my hips  pressing  against  her  still  punishment-warmed
buttocks.  I sighed, the pleasure obscene.  I reached down for the other
little device I'd brought, a 'butterfly,'  a wonder of miniaturized grav
devices, flex  surfaces,  and  biocybe.   I  reached  under her body and
pressed it  against  her  cunt.   She  groaned.   The  biocybe  told the
butterfly what worked, and the  grav/flex  surfaces abused her clitoris.
It was a very effective masturbator, and now I was using it on her.
     Slowly  I  began  to  fuck  her,   and  her  body  spasmed  wildly,
uncontrollably, and I began to feel my orgasm.
     Faster and faster, ravishing her  virgin  anus,  taking her for the
first time, and her body was  wracked  with  the pleasure and the force.
My balls tightened and in one big,  final  thrust,  I came, spewing into
her bowels, filling her with my seed.  She screamed in time with me...
     And she passed out, which meant  the  little  red triangle that was
the  butterfly  deactivated  automatically.   The  only  thought running
through my mind was 'I will not pass  out, I will not pass out' over and
over, as my cock slowly lost what  erection  it  had left, and slithered
out of her asshole.  I picked  up  the  butterfly,  it had fallen to the
floor, and I put it  down  on  the  table.   "Wendy,"  I  said,  panting
horribly, "I need a bath drawn, and  the  gravity lowered to twenty-five
percent."  She   dropped the  gravity  a little fast, and my head reeled
under the literal light-headedness.  I recovered, and I picked up Kathy.
I walked over to the  bath  I  shared  with  my  neighbor, T'Cade, and I
stepped into, grateful that the low  grav  let me handle her easily.  It
was warm, wonderful.  I held her, her head nestled against my chest, and
waited.
     After about ten minutes, I heard her stir.  "Hey, Princess..."
     She looked up.  "Hi," she whispered, a little weakly.
     "Hi yourself.  Feel okay, Kathy?"
     "Huh?  Oh...Ken..." she reached up and put her arms around my neck,
and kissed me hard.  "Thank you, thank you, I love you," and she held me
to her like she never would let me go.   "That was so...so...perfect, oh
Gods, please, tell me we'll do that again..."
     "We will.  I'm so proud of  my  little  princess,"  I  said, slowly
picking up a washsponge and washing her  back.  I looked at the welts on
her buttocks.  They'd go down, but she wouldn't forget this for a week.
     "Thank you," she whispered again.


     I won't go into  great  detail  about  the  rest  of  our shipboard
romance, other than to say it was a subject  of great rumor onthe crew's
part and  great  discretion  on  Wendy's   part.   It  wasn't  always as
abusiveas it was above.   She  passed  my  class,   and we began to work
together on projects as  friends,  lovers,   coworkers.    I  taught her
Ameslan, and we worked out a  complex  series  of hand  signals  to say,
privately, when we were  'in  the  game,'  as  we   came   to  call  it.
There  are two stories,though,  that  I  feel should be told,  and  they
are included next in this string of Journal  Entries, even  though  they
are  chronologically  out  of  sequence  with  the  SAP  project Journal
Entries.
                                        Ken Shardik, 133/0914
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Elf Sternberg      | I: Imagination. The only equipment you really need.
[e-mail] |      -- Mistress Antoinette's Bondage Basics A to Z
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        Here's the new one.  It is an addendum to the "Kathy On The Beach
series.  The next one (and there will be a next one) is an all-male
story, just to pre-emptively warn you.  After that, a few more stories,
then "P'nyssa's Child," which is taking quite a while to write.
        In the meantime, here comes "P'nyssa's Letter."  Enjoy.  This is
Elf Sternberg, file 6, journalentries.post.pnyssasletter.uucp.to.be.posted


     Journal Entry Addendum to 212/0412
     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 your 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, and it's all  muscle.   You  must  meet  him.   His  face    is so
handsome, and always so calm,  and  he  has  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 rippling.
     I don't remember the walk to the  bedroom.   He held me in his arms
and I felt the small jumps and 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 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."  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  tenns  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 don'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  woman  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 hand and aiming it straight for my  hole.  That was all the direction
he needed, sliding it home, filling me,  filling 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 human 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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