Hello people, The New Mandalord here.

So this chapter is for all of those Nikolia fans, aka Fuuko. In short, Kat is jealous and horny, and needs to left off some steam.

I'm shocked that I haven't mention Lion-O and Cheetara's son yet. I settled on Leon... for now. As for looks, he has Lion-O's red mane and blue eyes but has Cheetara's tan fur and a few spots.

Should their next offspring be a boy or girl? God help us if they have another boy, and Heaven help us if they have a girl. One offspring of two horny cats is bad enough!

So read, enjoy, and review!... I need suggestions for an ending.

Nikolia was not self-conscious when it came to his scars. When he was younger, he had tried his best to hide them the best he could. But now he was comfortable with them, they were apart of him now, and he quite enjoyed wearing t-shirts and shorts in the warm weather again. Even Katerina loved them, or at least she liked playing connect the dots with them.

Katerina, on the other hands, found them to be ingredients for competition. Sure, she found them irresistibly sexy, but so did the other women; more specifically the Mandalorian women. They have a thing for guys with scars; it shows them that they are tough and can hold their own. Nikolia has quite a lot, and the cat calls and eyes filled with lust could not be more obvious. Hopefully Lion-O was not planning an arranged marriage in order for this deal to go down.

But for Katerina, she had to make sure Nikolia would stay her man.

So she cooked up a plan, after putting Sophia and Leon down for their afternoon nap, and decided to surprise Nikolia in his studies. Granted it was half thought out, especially compared to Nikolia, but it would cast aside all thoughts of him cheating on her.

Long before the door opened, Nikolia set aside the books he was reading. He sat quietly in the large chair, facing the door as Katerina peeked around the heavy wooden door.

"Enter, duchessa," he greeted her warmly.

She scurried in, closing the door behind her. He took the opportunity to eye Katerina's newest attire. She had gained an inch or two with a pair of dark violet open toed shoes. Looking up her beautiful fair legs, Katerina wore a tight gray pencil skirt that came to just above her knee caps with a dark violet shirt to match. The shirt was slightly low cut gave a view of her perfect perky breasts. Her hair was up in a loose bun with a few strands falling into her face. Nikolia was debating with himself whether his brain was still working.

She leaned back against the door, her hands behind her. Anxious. He wondered what the cause was. True, Nikolia could read anyone like a book, and Katerina was no exception, but he enjoyed playing naïve for her. It made the game much more interesting.

He closed the book he was reading and looked up. "Hello, mi amore. What's up?"

She frowned as she closed the distance between them. "Nothing much," She purred. "What are you doing?"

"Reading some novels that the Mandalorian traders brought with them." He gestured her to sit on the padded chair across from him. The one he was currently reading was called Lonesome Dove. "But I'll take it that my choice in reading is not why you are here."

Now normally when Katerina joined Nikolia in his studies, it was usually to go over some kind of political business, or here asking questions about Nikolia's past adventures. His tales of Hawadi in the Red Lands were her personal favorite, but just the aura coming off her told Nikolia that she was not interested in desert paradises, settling feuding tribes, and establishing a new branch so far east; she was interested in something else. Something a bit more fun.

"Is everything all right, my love?" He asked.

She took a deep breath and held herself like a true lady of Thundera. "How long has it been since Sophia was born?"

"About eighteen months."

"And the time I was pregnant with her?"

"Another nine."

"Correct! So for twenty-seven months you had not touched me in any way, shape, or form."

"Excuse me?"

"What's wrong, mi amore?" she asked as her hot breath danced on Nikolia's skin. "Do I not turn you on anymore?" Katerina leaned forward, hands braced on his thighs.

Katerina's hands slid farther up his thighs, and her determined little fingers undid his fly and button that held up his pants.

"Katerina, what are you doing?"

"Please," she begged, sinking to her knees as her hands clasped his erection. "It feels so good."

"Yes, it does," he thought as he groaned when her mouth sank onto his cock. Although he knew this was eventually going to happen, Nikolia tangled his hands in her fiery mane and guided her mouth as she suckled him. It had been so long since he had Katerina go down on him, and he remembered how grueling it was for him to go without her for one month. How he survived for twenty-seven months was beyond him, but he was enjoying each and every second of it.

Katerina had learned a thing or two from her husband's appetite. Nikolia let his head sink back to rest on the chair while she pleasured him her with her tongue, lips, hands, and throat. He did not stop her, not even when he climaxed in her mouth. To his surprise, she swallowed it all with little challenge. She managed to bring his limp organ back to life, but was surprised to see that Nikolia had to pull himself away from her.

"Take it easy, mi amore," he declared pushing her gently away. "I'm only one man!"

"Correction," she said as she crept up to his face. "You're my man!"

She was beaming as she climbed up him. She did not stop until she was pressed against him, breast to chest, groin to groin, gathering handfuls of his glorious black hair. His hands settled on her hips as though they belonged, because they did belong!

Unable to wait longer, Katerina yanked his face down, pressing her soft lips to his. It was he who opened his mouth to her questing tongue.

She reluctantly pulled away from making a meal of Nikolia's mouth. "How do you feel?" Nikolia asked.

"Hot. Beautiful. Safe." She frowned at Nikolia. "Impatient."

"Kat," he breathed, staring at her in wonderment.

She smiled, gently guiding his lips to her. She made the first move, coaxing his tongue from his mouth and into hers. He quickly turned the table and, with a ragged groan, released her hand so he had both of his free to fill with her back and buttocks. She did not protest; rather, she worked with him to press their bodies as close as possible.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, dropping her head back. His wonderfully strong arms held her effortlessly. He bent his neck to nuzzle the soft shallow behind her ear.

"Either you've been training on someone else, or you've never forgot." She teased.

He chuckled softly, a sound which warmed her already boiling blood. "How to make you moan? That is far too easy, my horny kitten."

Quickly, she pulled her off Nikolia's shirt, and then made short work of the pants he wore. She was trembling a bit as she stroked the thick and long organ, the thought of the friction it cause thrusting deep inside her.

He groaned, clutching her shoulders a moment for support. She smiled, leaning forward to nip at his shoulder as she pumped his cock.

When she could stand it no longer, she pushed him gently. Obediently, he fell further back in his chair. She licked her lips as she studied him, allowing him to see the pleasure she took just at the sight of him. She slowly stripped of her clothes for him, glorying in the simmering warmth in his eyes as he watched her gyrate her hips and remove every piece of clothing she had. She smiled. He matched it with his classical, charismatic smile.

She knelt at his feet, bending to plant a kiss on his ankle. Taking her time, she kissed her way up his calf, his knee, the inside of his thigh until she could nuzzle her nose in the bend where thigh met groin. She breathed in the warm, musky scent of him, lapping gently at the tender skin, sucking them slowly into her mouth. Her actions brought his cock to full, bobbing attention, so she trailed the big, throbbing vein up the bottom of his of the shaft.

"Damn, Kat!" he shuddered, clutching the arms of the chair.

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and devoured him, lapping up the tasty lubricant and happily swallowing the drops of seed that seeped from the head. But soon she could not take it any longer. Promising herself she would suck him to completion sometime soon, she withdrew her mouth and his body, trailing kisses as she had along his legs. By the time she reached his face, he was desperate. His hands were buried in her long, wavy, fiery hair, pulling her mouth to his and undoing her bun. She allowed it for precious moments as she braced over him with one locked arm and pumped his cock with her free hand. Finally she broke from his kiss to position herself. She no longer had the time or the patience to tease. She needed him inside her. Now! He placed his hands at her hips to help steady her as she raised herself, aimed his cock, and then blissfully impaled herself on it.

Her climax – much to her surprise – was immediate and intense. She braced herself on him, her body quaking. Nikolia cried out as her clutching channel pulled out his own orgasm.

She collapsed atop him, desperately trying to breathe. He hugged her to him, struggling with his own breath. Finally, she laughed. "I'm sorry, my love. I couldn't hold back."

She felt him shake his head as he squeezed her. "Relax, I couldn't either." He stroked her back, ending with a fond squeeze to her ass. "It's been a while for both of us."

She laughed again. "Normally it would take a while longer so you can enjoy it."

"Mmm," He nudged her buttocks, moving her groin just enough for her to realize that he was hardening again. "Perhaps we can try again?"

Gladly, she snuggled against him. "We could."

Nikolia smirked and impaled Katerina again. She squealed in delight, and even louder when he stood up and carried her to his desk. They pushed everything off his desk, sending books and paper crashing to the floor.

"Fuck me," she demanded under her breath. "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme…!"

He groaned, braced his hands on her hips, and slammed him home.

She screamed. "Yes, Nik, yes!"

Spurred on by her cries, he started to fuck her with purpose, until she screamed again, her walls convulsing around him as she came. "Again!" he demanded, not slowing his pace a bit as she crested one peak.

Sunset eyes opened, stared at him in disbelief. Her lips parted, about to spew blessings or curses. He never found out which. All he heard was the scream that ripped from her chest as he rode her through another orgasm.

Knowing he couldn't take much more, he grunted. "Again!" His head hung forward, loose hair trailing over her breasts as he slammed her through one more sobbing orgasm before allowing his own to spill into her body.

Katerina was trembling, actually trembling. She had never came that hard, or that many times, since her honeymoon. She sat with her eyes closed, trying remember how to breathe.

Nikolia was braced above her, hands gripping her hips. His cock was still lodged within her pulsing channel kept squeezing it despite the fact that it was no longer quite hard. He was smiling, eyes closed. His dark hair was wet with sweat.

He chuckled, pulling back and sitting on his chair. "Worth the wait!" he pronounced.

She lefted her head, averted her eyes and snorted, doing her best not to react as he pulled from her body. "So glad you enjoyed it."

He laughed. "So did you."

Katerina tried to get her bearings, but on shaky legs she found it be rather difficult. Nikolia grabbed her and pulled her over to him. She quickly curled up on him.

"So what brought this on?" Nikolia asked.

"No reason," she said, but Nikolia knew that she was lying. "It's just… I heard the cat calls from those Mandalorian women. I just wanted to know if you still found me sexy."

"I find you extremely sexy, mi amore." He said, wrapping his arms around her. "I fought too hard to be with you, and I love you."

"I love you more, you know that?"

"I know. But I don't think you want to know what I'm gonna do to you when you try to get your clothes. If you thought last time was intense, you haven't seen anything yet."

Katerina gulped, but mostly out of excitement. "Do I have another choice?"

"Unless you want to go back to our room naked."

"Now there is a thought."

Author's Notes:

So, Fuuko, what did you think of this chapter?

Fuuko no miko: It was HOT! I just wish I could have Nikolia all to myself!

I would stop there.

Fuuko no miko: And have him in lion cloth!

Katerina *grabbing onto Nikolia*: Back off! This is my man!