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[This is my first attempt at short story erotica, so please be gentle. I'll let the story speak for itself, please enjoy...]

Lantern-light danced and pooled around the walls, creating an effect of rolling and twisting forms on the wall as it was carried between tall arching pillars. Reminiscent of French Gothic architecture, right down to the vaulted ceilings. The sound of slow steps followed, the walk of a man forcing himself to linger and languish over the surroundings. Leather boots were of the knee-high top-down style, paced on a long rug of lavish red and intricate gold patterns.

All this trouble had been well worth the effort the male mused to himself, a small sneaky smirk spreading across his leonine features in the pale lantern light. The mood was perfect for what he planned to enjoy tonight, and enjoy it he would. His face was handsome in that lionish sort of way, sharp angles and feathered edges to create the face of a born and bred creature of the hunt. A dark wheat gold dominated his coloration, yet below the chin his fur did turn to a paler complexion. Light brown eyes, almost golden strained in the darkness looking for something.

Dark golden lion was dressed to match his surroundings, clothes befitting of a noble of 17th Century France. Crushed velvet jacket of blues dark enough to appear almost purplish black in the limited lighting. Wide cuffs and open neck allowing the white frilly lace of his undershirt to show. Pants were the same material, sporting matching burnished gold buttons which glinted with each step. Long luxurious mane of waved tawny was tied back with simple blue ribbon, keeping the locks of hair from his muzzle and shoulders.

His patience and excitement was well justified as lantern and lion with it rounded another set of pillars. There in the center of a ring of flickering candelabra light lay what had earned such anticipation for him. The upturned rump of delicate female form, bound to a cushioned bench.

Trapped in such a way that her full ladies dress of the era was up and about her waist, leaving a clear view down shapely legs of soft grey fur and darker patches and into places forbidden in proper society. Something about her position earned a smug smile on the lion's part, perhaps it was the way that her white under-dresses looked from that angle... She looked very much like a budded white rose, right down to the sweet

nectar-filled petals in the center.

The female snow leopard knew he was there, behind her and out of sight. The way her tail flicked and lashed showed that clearly, legs and arms bound tightly in fur-lined leather cuffs. Leaving almost no give, but certainly not designed to hurt her... that would ruin all his fun. And oh how he wanted to have his fun right then, but no... now was still time to wait. To marvel at his prize and appreciate what he had before him.

Her dress was a lovely pale blue, which matched the color of her soft looking pelt perfectly. He did love how snow leopards looked, and how they felt... lionesses never possessed fur so silky and thick. The lion marveled as he slowly circled her, leaving his lantern behind and using only the present candlelight. Her dress left open her neck and parts of her shoulders, something that would have been terribly racy a mere few years before it's time. Lace of blue white covering the upper reaches of her modest bust to below her neck, and then spreading out from under her shoulders down to the reaches of her elbows in that loose puffy style.

Coming to her head he paused to smile a little, rounded ears perked obnoxiously seeking her opinion of all this. All he received in return were eyes of lavender glaring tearlessly at him, complimenting tiny pink nose. Oh this rose had thorns she did! A woman's handkerchief tied around her muzzle was probably the only thing that kept her from telling him exactly what was on her mind, but the glare and a muffled growl was more then enough.

Golden paw brushed beneath white chin of the bound female, pure as whitest snow and vanishing into her blue and not-quite blue blouse. A delightfully devious thought to see exactly where snow leopards stopped being spotted crossed his mind, and was pushed aside for later.

"Hush now my pretty mountain rose," he purred under his breath "I'll take very good care of you tonight." Paw lifting her muzzle just a little, so he could look into lavender eyes which glared so openly at him. For just a moment her look turning into surprise and fear, then only back into contempt. Her ears pinning back dangerously, if and when he let this rose back into the wilds... he'd best watch his fingers or risk getting hurt.

"I'll change your mind about me soon enough, my lovely white rose." smirking just a little, it was funny how a first impression such as the view he had received moments before would color his opinion of her... and the name at which he would refer to her. "They say that gentle tending to will make any flower bloom... Perhaps we shall have to find out." Lion's fingers brushed across her cheeks as he walked around and behind the now squirming female. Whatever he'd meant by it, she didn't seem to like the sound of it at all!

A low thrumming purr came from the golden feline as he vanished behind her, once again confronted with such a tempting visage as the upturned tail-end of a truly lovely woman... And one for which was his to do with and enjoy as he well pleased! Strong male paws would caress her inner thighs with great attention to detail, marveling at the sight before him. Such attention causing the bound leopardess to only fight her bonds all the more, trying to warn him off from such action with muffled words.

"Such a lovely sight you make," came his rolling deep voice "pretty pink petals hidden in a sea of whites and grays." Roving paw drifted upwards into decidedly forbidden territory, his palm upturned wrapped around female mound between soft legs. Evoking a surprised squeak from his captive audience! Slowly strong fingers would begin their delightful work, digits stroking over pink lips of feminine bounty... the gates to her most precious depths.

Despite muffled squeaks of protest, his attentions were slowly but surely destroying any resistance to his advances... The tiniest hints of a mewling purr could be heard behind lacey gag. All the while such actions would grow in daring, one digit pressing beneath protective hood to find and toy with the young woman's precious pearl. A visible shiver ran along leopardesses spine, as her tail went first stiff and then wrapped around his arm... no longer hindering.

Soft laughter came at this rapid turn of events. "So easily does the rose bloom and offer her nectar?" he would purr already knowing the answer. Paw pulled away from her forbidden depths, and lion would lightly taste his fingers which dripped with the coaxed proof of her arousal. "And a sweet rose you are my pretty." Her head turned suddenly, trying to see what the lion was doing as he kneeled behind her paws resting on her legs. Alas her full gown did cover his movements completely, but she would know what he did shortly.

The feel of scratchy tongue would assail her pink folds, determined feline tongue lapping over the sensitive flesh of her already dampened labia. Like a kitten to a shallow bowl of cream he would savor her taste with rapidly flickering tongue, unwilling to miss a single drop of her bitter-sweet honey.

What had been sounds of protest and complaint were turned into muffled mewling and reluctant admission of exactly how much she enjoyed this violation! Each lap of his coarse tongue along frightfully sensitive flesh sending another shiver across her trapped form, forcing her into wiggling fits as her bindings kept her firmly where he wanted her. What was worse, was the infernal purring of his... sending little vibrations straight into her very core while he worked.

What was probably minutes of determined lapping from the lion; surely felt like hours of unending, tormenting, pleasure, and torture to his bound victim. Leaving her shivering with need and desire when he finally stood behind her, those powerful paws of his resting on her bare bottom... Kneading clawlessly away at her flesh. Fingers drifting higher along her outer legs, up to where her dress was pooled around her waist.

"See?" came the smug knowing tone of the male "I knew you would be more receptive to me after a little encouragement and tending to." An affectionate pat came against her unclothed flesh. "And now for the real fun" His jaws coming closed around her long, fluffy, flickering tail. Holding it still and up as the male pressed in behind her. He'd been more then patient now was time for his pleasures.

Paws left her supple hindquarters, only to return moments later with another warm sensation brushing along the wanting lips of her sex. The firm warmth of maleness, being rubbed against her sensitive mound, eliciting another desperate sound from the bound snow leopard, her tail writing in the holding grip of the lion's maw. Continuing this new slow torture he would slide his modestly sized manhood along the length of her open slit, getting a feel for her and her for him... Letting the prickly barbs of his feline penis nip and tug ever so slightly at her tenderness.

The paws of the leopardess writhed at this horrible game of his! Practically clawing at the very bench she was bound to in utter frustration and horror at what he was doing to her.

It was just too much for him to resist anymore, feeling her body betray her so openly... Practically trying to catch him and drag him inside. In a single slow motion he slipped himself finally into the hot, slick, tightness of the leopardess. A throaty growl escaping his throat in a low slow roar as he felt himself welcomed by a clenching tunnel of warm silky flesh. His growl matched only by the surprised and then delighted howl the snow leopardess made as he finally took her for himself.

Savoring the sweet sensation of frustrated female grasping and squeezing him within her depths, he'd take his sweet time. Giving her delightfully stuck body slow attentive thrust, delving as deep as he could into her before slowly pulling free and letting her feel every little prick of his barbs. Pressing his golden fur and pink maleness against the inverted white 'v' of her soft crotch.

Handsome masculine form draped over her back, pressing his chest against her body as he continued his paced assault of her deepest places. Arms that felt as a lion's should, powerful and possessive, wrapped around under her. Meeting the other just above the bust-line of her dress, and with a mighty tug ripped her lacy blue dress top open wide! The very same paws were right where they should be. Each taking one of her lovely breasts to squeeze and knead at idly. Fingers playing over the pale white fur trimmed on the sides with seal gray and little dark rosettes of spots.

Struggling leopardess thrashed and howled into her gag at such wonderfully horrible treatment! Assailed, gagged, groped, and stuffed with impassioned lion... This was only the beginning for her. The maned beast could only hold himself back for so long. What was formerly slow measured thrusts turned into wild ravaging as the spotted creature under him became more receptive to the idea.

Tuffed golden tail whipped back and forth in his own personal excitement, a low growl building in his purring chest. Purrs mixed with the sloppy sounds and slapping of bodies in rut filled the echoing chamber. Spotty bust of the leopardess used as tender handles for the lion to gain leverage into her simmering velvet insides. Driving his barbed length in and out of her supple, hot, tunnel of flesh.

The roaring purr which had been building in his throat silenced as powerful jaws closed around the back of her neck, possessive and dominant in action and sensation. Silencing both himself and the leopardess to mere moans and groaning whimpers. She was his completely, and even she would know it now from how he held her.

His breath grew panting and short, steaming the back of her neck while he held her. Jaws clenching ever so slightly more, not to hurt... Merely to possess with his contact and attention. Purrs and growls within him turning to grunts of satisfaction and desperation as he pistoned in and out of her depths, barbs nipping at her insides and driving both felines wild with the sensation.

He could see the way the spotted female writhed and howled into her gag now. Dainty feminine paws clawing at the legs of her prison, trying to gain better leverage to force her body back into his. Spotted tail lashed wildly, until finally it found his waist and clung to him... Joined shortly after by his own tuffed tail. Her burning insides grasped and clenched at his thrusting manhood, suckling and milking him in its own right. The final betrayal of her body to him, warning of her own quickly impending climax.

Feeling her state he would take action, redoubling his own efforts to insure that when the time came, they would be at the height of their respective passions. Paws tightened around the soft flesh of her bosom, squeezing her quite roughly as his final assault began. The sensation of his fur covered testicles slapping wildly against the hood of her clitoris was shared by both, as rutting male did begin to slam himself into her sopping wet loins.

A savannah night chorus grew in sound and strength, the muffled grunts and mewls of two impassioned felines turning slowly into screams and roars of pure carnal bliss. Her yelps and screams of pleasure joined with the bass roars of a male declaring his triumph and prize. Silenced suddenly as twin voices silenced, and two bodies inhaled sharply together. Fulfillment and release met both at once, between two separate bodies, opposites which together created such sensation and connection as that... The sharing of passions and love. Feline pair shuddered and relaxed in tandem, bodies connecting in such a way that only the experience of it could truly do it justice. Muffled roar of higher pitch, joined with deep male declaration... Echoing and resounding off the stone walls and pillars, sounding as if more then two had found their highest state of pleasure that night.

Golden furred beast was the first to fall silent, powerful form slumping over the back of captive leopardess. Chest heaving against her back, desperately seeking air to fill his lungs. Paws which had been grasping her chest so forcefully, relaxed and released, playing idly with her soft spotted fur. And his low purring did begin again, joined with her own rumblings of contentment.

In time he would pull away, freeing himself from the still clenched tunnel of the spotted female. Leaving her with the lingering sensation of him, and the trickle of warm fluids down her leg... that near mystical potion of bitter honey and sticky seed which was made with passion and resulted on occasion with child.

His paw trailed across her back, and then to her cheek, helping those lovely lavender eyes look to his golden brown orbs. Fingers deftly removed the lace gag from her maw, and he did kiss her deeply. Relishing in one more shared moment of connection, his breath still baited.

"Did you enjoy yourself my love?" Came his voice in that low purring voice, so smug and satisfied with himself. Muzzle creased with a broad smile for her.

"Yes Aries" came her reply "... I didn't want to believe you, but that was more fun then I expected" came her surprising and innocent admission. A sweet voice like silver bells in a gentle breeze. Her form leaning up to nose tenderly at his cheek, if slightly prevented by the presence of her bindings.

"I told you a little play would liven things up, thank you for indulging in my fantasy my love... You played your part marvelously my dearest Rosa." His muzzle showing that mischievous smirk that he had bore earlier, quite proud of himself to say the least.

Always quick to retort she purred darkly "I was rather impressed really... Why didn't you ravage me like that on our wedding night?" She really was a thorny little rose when she wanted to be. His eyes narrowed at her remark and a huff would escape leonine lips.

"For that remark I'm leaving you there" he whispered in a frightfully serious tone, quick to kiss her nose before what he had said sunk in fully. The way her eyes widened told him that she'd realized what he'd said, and had recognized his un-teasing tone.

"What!?" she screeched with eyes wide and tail lashing, struggling quite helplessly against the cushioned table she had been on all that time. His paws were quick to gag her again, gently stroking her lovely muzzle.

"Don't you fret my love, I'll be back in a moment after I regain my strength... If you wanted to be ravaged, I'll show you exactly how I can please a woman. Now you stay here and rest... You'll need it, tonight is going to be a very looooong night."

Without another word he stood and turned, walking off into the darkness of the chamber with his lantern in paw. Leaving his prisoner of love, and wife, to struggle and howl at him thru her gag. Spotted tail with white tip, whipping back and forth like an angry snake over her bare and now tender and still very bare regions. 'What a lovely sight' the lion mused to himself, thinking over all the things he was going to do to her over the coming hours, and how much he would enjoy all of it.