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.
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.
"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?"
"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?
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?