Archive-name: JourEntr/j413-029.txt
Archive-author: Elf Matheiu Sternberg
Archive-title: P'nyssa's Letter


P'nyssa's Letter 029 / 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.


     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?
     
         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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"P'nyssa's Letter"
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