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"Not as well as you, perhaps," he said. "But I will learn."

He fed her, letting Bonnie taste him along with the food. It was hot and good and made her sleepy.

Lynx was still naked, a state which stirred her desire for him. He'd combed his hair — even his pubic hair looked fluffy — and she wanted to feel it tickling her face. His kisses were hot, wet, and delicious and promised other delights yet to come.

"I will feed the animals now," he said. "But before I go, is there anything else you require?"

Staring at his beautiful cock, she said impulsively, "I'd like some of... you... with honey."

His breath went out with a loud purr. "As you wish." Kneeling beside her on the bed, he took the honey dipper, letting the golden syrup run down his penis.

"All of you," she said, eyeing his balls hungrily.

His dick truly must have been beyond repair, because Bonnie couldn't imagine any man alive who wouldn't get an erection at the thought of having honey licked and sucked from his genitals.

However, his penis never moved, but his exotic brow flicked up as he gathered up his nuts to douse them with the sweetness.

"Now, feed them to me," she said hoarsely.

Lynx filled her mouth with his hot, sweet meat, and while he might have been playing naked slave boy for her, he obviously hadn't forgotten what he'd enjoyed so much the night before. "Suck me,"

he groaned, taking her head in his hands. His breath went in through his teeth with a hiss. "That feels so good..." Their eyes met, and Bonnie knew she had never been faced with such an expression of raw, naked lust before. Something told her the enocks were going to have to wait just a bit...

Bonnie let go of his dick and sucked in a testicle. In response, Lynx drew in a ragged, purring breath and arched his back, offering himself to her completely. His words were rapid and unintelligible, leaving Bonnie to imagine what sort of wild, erotic things he might be saying. Dipping a finger in the honey on his scrotum, she prodded him from behind, and Lynx went wild trying to let her in and still keep his balls shoved up against her face. Finally, Bonnie gave up any pretense of letting him give her pleasure and pushed him onto his back, devouring him while her finger delved deeply into his body. Quickly locating his most sensitive spot, she went after it; softly at first and then, upon hearing his gasps of pleasure, with a vengeance. Bonnie was hot and dripping with moisture as she massaged him, sucked him, and fondled him, but didn't stop until she got what she wanted. She waited to see the hot semen burst from his body, but none came as Lynx climaxed with a roar.

Bonnie had never seen a man come so hard, nor had she ever seen an orgasm that lasted so long.

Dripping with sweat and panting hard by the time it was done, his expression of wonderment was quickly replaced with one of fierce determination. Pulling her up over his body, he gasped, "Sit."

He didn't have to ask her twice. As she lowered her scorching pussy onto his waiting mouth, he thrust his tongue inside her. Gripping her hips, he pumped her up and down on him, driving Bonnie absolutely wild before pulling out his tongue and sucking in her clitoris. Screaming as he pulled on her, she let him tease her to the breaking point with the hot suction of his lips and the rough surface of his tongue.

"Lynx!" she gasped. "I can't — " And then it happened; a great, crashing orgasm that shook her like an earthquake and sent her keeling over onto the bed. Lynx let out a satisfied purr and continued on; licking her lazily as though there was nothing in the world he would rather do, seeming to enjoy making her body pulse and hearing her moan.

And he did enjoy it. Lynx's mind drifted back, remembering what it had been like so many years ago when he'd thrust his hard, young cock into every woman he could reach. He'd liked watching them spread their legs for him, begging him to fuck them, their nipples taut with anticipation. The smell of hot woman had surrounded him all the time back then, and his erections were nearly constant.

He'd finish with one and move on to the next. Some of the women couldn't wait and would caress themselves, or each other. He liked watching that while he was slamming his cock into their beautiful, eager bodies. They drove him wild, and he could hardly stop long enough to sleep. But he'd been young then, and didn't care... The women he'd known on Zetith were never like that. They hardly ever wanted anyone at all, and when they did, it had never been him. He reminded himself that he'd been very young, but he knew of others his own age who were already sexually active.

Until he'd been thrust among the slave women, he'd never inhaled the scent of a woman who actually desired him. They might not have loved him, but they certainly wanted him, and he'd been more than willing to comply.

But Bonnie was different. True, she was human, which accounted for part of the contrast, but her scent had undergone a subtle change during the time he'd known her. He'd been told as a boy that there was a difference, that the scent of lust was sharper, less pleasing than the aroma of love, but he hadn't understood then. The scent of the slave women had gone straight to his cock, filling him with a lust he'd never dreamed he was capable of feeling. But Bonnie smelled of love — a softer, gentler fragrance — and he thought perhaps that was what had changed him. He didn't know for certain; he only wished he hadn't wasted all of his ability on women who felt nothing for him. Now he had a woman who loved him, and he couldn't do the things he longed to do with her. She'd seemed pleased by what he had done, but he knew that the difference between what he wanted to do and what he was capable of doing was vast, indeed.

And then, there was what she'd done to him. He'd never known that a man could climax without his cock being touched. It was just as good, just as cleansing a feeling as it had ever been. She'd done things he'd never imagined, and he'd never known a woman could be so giving. She was different, he reminded himself, so very, very different...

Lynx knew he should get up to do the chores, but lying beside Bonnie, relaxed and at peace, left him feeling better than he'd felt for a very long time. Being able to lie there, his arm thrown over Bonnie's warm, languid body, was a luxury he'd always been denied, and he relished every moment of it.

Approval. Perhaps that was what had changed him. She approved of him and the work he'd done.

That had been it. Surely that was what had begun the process of change. He must have known it somehow, and had done as much as he could for her, just to win that very thing.

An hour or two later, Bonnie and Ulla both awakened, the baby being very hungry, and the mother feeling more sated than ever before. Lynx was right there to change Ulla's diaper before placing her gently in the bed beside Bonnie. As he slipped in behind her and held her against his purring chest, Bonnie realized that this was how it could have been — and possibly would have been — right after Ulla was born if only she hadn't been too stubborn to ask for his help. She couldn't have been sure that the tenderness he'd shown toward her during her labor would have persisted after the birth, and it might not have turned out to be as good as it was now, but she still should have given him the chance. It might have spared them all some pain.

But Bonnie was determined not to think that way anymore. She would think positively and do her utmost to make Lynx and Ulla's lives the best they could be. Her mind drifted, and she smiled to herself, because just knowing that she could bring Lynx to climax made her very happy indeed.

Bonnie noted that Lynx either hadn't bothered to dress when he went out, or if he had, he'd stripped down as soon as he returned. It was funny in a way, because after all the time she had spent wondering if she would ever catch him with his pants off, she was beginning to wonder if he'd ever wear them again. Not that she minded in the slightest, because snuggling in with his warm, naked body against hers was a treasure beyond price.

"I hope you never get dressed again," she sighed. "I love looking at you, feeling you, touching you."

Lynx breathed in her scent. Yes, she loved him, and that knowledge sent rivers of warmth coursing through his body. "I will do as you wish," he murmured. "I enjoy pleasing you."

"Stay naked then, at least for today," she pleaded. "I saw you once, late at night. I — I thought you were beautiful."

"But I am a man, and men are not beautiful," he whispered. "It must have been the moonlight tricking your eyes."

"I disagree," she said. "I look at you and I feel... something... something I've never felt before. It's...

hard to explain."

"Do not try," he said, kissing her neck. Her hair was growing longer, too, and it tickled his cheek.

He liked that sensation.

As Ulla sighed and fell into blissful slumber, Lynx pulled Bonnie onto her back and lay between her outstretched legs with his head pillowed on her chest. "You are beautiful," he told her, raising his head to look into her eyes. "Your golden hair, your sparkling blue eyes..." His gaze drifted over her breasts, full and heavy, the nipples pink and firm. He blew gently on the damp nipple Ulla had just left behind and watched it harden before his eyes. He moved up to kiss the hard bud, flicking it with his tongue, hearing Bonnie's soft moan of pleasure. If his cock had been hard, he would have moved higher, forcing his way inside her waiting body, loving her as she deserved to be loved.

"Kiss me," she whispered, pulling him toward her.

Following her command, Lynx slid across her soft skin, seeking her wet lips to delve into her mouth; taking her, tasting her.

Bonnie's mind went swirling into a maelstrom of delight; Lynx was in her arms, kissing her, his strong body covering her own. Oh, yes... this was joy... He knew he couldn't do it without an erection, but Lynx tried anyway. Bonnie felt his cock and balls sliding over her wet flesh and smiled with warm delight as he broke the kiss and pushed himself up with a hand on either side of her shoulders.

This was how he should always look, she thought; gazing down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness and love, though clouded with desire. And his smile knowing and teasing. His smile...

His balls felt heavy and full as Lynx pushed against her, feeling her heat, her wet softness. She felt so good.

His cock pressed against her, his balls getting wet with her creamy moisture.

Moving side to side, Bonnie took up the challenge and, wiggling her hips to get him where she wanted him, with a sharp abdominal contraction, sucked him inside.

Lynx gasped as he felt the pull. His cock was finally inside her, where it belonged. He was afraid to move, to break the connection, the spell...

"Mmm, you feel nice," Bonnie purred. "Thick and soft and warm." She felt him slipping away and sucked him in again. "Stay there for a while. I like it." She liked looking up at him, too; his handsome face poised above her wearing an expression of pure delight.

His balls tingled with an excitement Lynx hadn't felt in a very long time. He was actually inside her!

He couldn't help it; he ground in tighter, forcing his cock in deeper, feeling her sweet sheath caressing him. Softness surrounded him, and the scent of her filled his senses. "I wish I could — "

Bonnie shook her head. "Don't think about that. I love you, Lynx, just the way you are. There is more to you than any other man I've ever known. Much more." She smiled. "You feel absolutely fabulous."

Lynx arched his back, reveling in the feel of her as she held him; it felt so good, he forgot to purr.

There had been a time when his cock could thrust deeply inside a woman and literally dance, but this was good, this was very good. He'd hardly ever gotten to just hold still and feel — not once the other slaves learned what he could do; and they'd pushed him to the point that he could not only move his cock inside them, but could practically vibrate it. He tried not to think about it; what Bonnie was missing. She was happy with him as he was. She loved him. He knew it; he could smell it and feel it. It should have been enough for him. But he wanted so much to give her everything.

Bonnie thought she had it all then. It felt good to move with him; gentle, undemanding yet fulfilling just the same. Experimentally, Lynx contracted a long unused muscle, only to have Bonnie lose her tentative hold on him.

Since Ulla chose that moment to awaken from her nap, Bonnie considered it to be nothing to be concerned about, but Lynx nearly cursed out loud.

Ulla began to fret, but seeing Lynx there changed her cry into a smiling coo.

"I think she likes having you here," Bonnie remarked, giving her baby a tickle. "I don't blame her for that. I like it too." A fleeting pain passed through her heart. Yes, she liked having him here, but would she have to endure his loss when he left? Would Ulla? She was pretty sure Lynx could be trusted at his word, but she'd been lied to before. Looking up at Lynx, she said quietly, "She would miss you as much as I would if you left us now."

Lynx recognized that statement for what it was; a subtle request for reassurance. "Then she has no reason to fear — until she grows up and leaves us someday."

Bonnie felt relief wash over her like a wave and sighed deeply. "You know, for a guy who used to make me mad every time you opened your mouth, you sure do know the right things to say."

"Telling the truth is usually best," he said. "I have no knowledge of what our future holds in store, but I will not leave you — not willingly."

Bonnie began to speak, but the tightness in her throat stopped her. Instead, she simply nodded and pulled him down for a kiss.

Sweetness and love; he felt it in her lips and smelled it in the air surrounding her. She loved him, and he would stay.

L ynx might have had every intention of staying, but there was another factor which neither of them had considered. Sylor had spent all the money he'd taken, and his other schemes had failed to live up to their potential. It had proven to be very difficult to survive in his usual manner on such a law-abiding planet, which had been a bitter pill for Sylor to swallow. He had little choice but to admit his mistake and return to Bonnie, and while he had no doubt that he could talk his way back into her good graces, upon his return he found that someone else had taken his place; in his home, in his bed, and in his daughter's life. Sylor knew what Bonnie was like; if this cat-creature was loved by her, he wouldn't leave of his own accord. Sylor still wasn't quite sure why he'd left himself. Perhaps it was because he knew she'd expected him to — though he knew there was more to it than that. There was something within him that rebelled against the idea of settling down to raise a family, or following the rules — any rules.