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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.

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    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?

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        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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