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"Deeper with the tongue. This part is r-really intense."

To be so busy that your sex life had to become a part of other activities was a shame, but there were still those who could make it work.

It helped that Jon was a fan of being put on his knees, given the height of the easy chair that Helena was sprawled across. Her legs were hanging wide open on either side of his head, her clothes painting a roadmap of desire across the floor of the living room, and her folds were moist with both the efforts of the otter betwixt her thighs, and the natural arousal that came from having such delightful control over her favorite subject.

Busy days kept the pair apart more often than they liked, but at night, when Jon would often find the snow leopard nose deep in a book, they were keen to make the most of their evenings.

"No; even deeper ," the domineering leopardess twitched and curled her toes as she felt Jon's tongue probing through the resistance of her glistening petals, right down to the inner passage of her sex. "If the woman in this book can climax from a little tongue fucking...m-maybe I can, too."

Everything was set to cater to Helena: Jon was fully clothed to keep his paws from wandering away from her legs, and even though his cock was tented up against the inside of his shorts, he didn't dare to play with it. The room was just the right temperature for the exquisitely fluffy snow leopard to relax in the buff, and dim lights surrounded her, save for the single, brilliant beam of white that illuminated the pages in her latest romance novel.

Wonder if I should tell him that I've already cum a couple of times, she thought, and behind the guise of her book, a knowing smirk curled her lips, even as a fang sunk into them to help with resisting a pleasured gasp. Would that make him work even harder, or give up entirely?

She'd never let him give up in the middle of the act, but she'd do her part to keep him motivated. Behind closed eyelids, she could just imagine how relaxed Jon's expression really was, and though it was subtle, she could see the elation in his lips as they parted for his busy tongue.

Her juices were rolling down his chin and soaking the cushion, leaving him to bask in the sugary sweetness of her aroma. "This one really is a fascinating read. I should have you t-take some pointers from it when I'm all done," Helena offered. "You see, this protagonist isn't afraid to work his lover's clit, and he knows just where to search for it..."

Dominance wasn't always about throwing someone down and overpowering them. With subtle persuasion, Helena was able to get what she wanted out of most lovers, and she'd figured Jon out down to the tiny crack in his fang. She was keen to casually stroke it with a single digit, not wanting to block the sensation of the unique fissure against the tender, ticklish flesh upon her inner thigh.

At the expense of driving him wild, however, she'd happily tease him and spur him further on.

The otter was a quick learner, and though he seemed to get caught up in his work, his ears were always listening. His tongue withdrew from her vaginal cavity, soaked with a thin shimmer of her natural desires, but he paused to swallow down those precious juices before turning the tip of his wet, eager muscle upon her clitoris.

Helena's was fairly obvious; a proud, eager nub that sat just beneath a smooth hood, brilliant pink surrounded by the soft white of her underbelly and inner thighs. A blind man could find it with very little effort, but it wasn't just reaching the promised land that was so important to Helena.

Some with less experience would have jabbed or prodded at the spot, but Jon approached slowly and delicately, pressing the flat of his tongue to the spot with practiced ease. The warmth of his muscle against her sensitive clit was the perfect introduction to a greater intensity of pleasure, and a slow, yearning lick carried up, teasing the very peak of her labia before sliding past the hood with only a tiny drizzle of saliva left behind.

Her claws were digging into the thick, proud leather of the binding as she tilted her head back for a moment. "Y...You've gotten really good at that, Jon...if I wasn't afraid of spoiling you, I might reward you for it!"

Divots formed in the cover as Helena kept the book raised up to her muzzle, trying to hide the way that her face twisted up in elation. She wasn't sure just yet if she really would reward Jon for his efforts, knowing that he took pleasure in the ecstasy that she felt, but she could just spy the strain of his shorts over the brim of her book.

I wanna see it so badly...but I can already see precum staining the front, she thought. I think he likes being all wrapped in clothes like that, while I get to lounge around in my birthday suit...

Getting to know her lover more personally was all part of the fun for Helena, who draped her ankles over Jon's shoulders and allowed her curling toes to press into the tufts upon his upper back. "You wanna make me cum really badly, dontcha?"

Testing Jon's loyalty and leaving him curious in the same move, Helena lowered her book enough that she could lock eyes with the otter, who gazed up at her with a quizzical stare.

He didn't dare to remove his tongue from its diligent pattern around her clit, but he gave a subtle nod, brushing the flat of his tongue upon the whole of her most sensitive flesh.

"G-Good...good little otter," she murmured, sinking a fang into her lower lip as she tried to keep from melting upon his muzzle then and there. "I'm sure you'll get me there with that kind of dedication, but I need something more from you."

Unable to speak, Jon didn't have a chance to ask what she meant, but he kept his inquisitive eyes locked upon her expression as tiny strands of mingled saliva and natural desire drooped from his tongue. The minimal gap between his lips and her own closed rapidly as she bucked her body forth and angled her hips upright, leaving the base of her tail against the cozy cushion and exposing the tight, warm pucker of her rear entrance.

"In this book, the mistress doesn't reach her climax until her pet reveals a new form of pleasure to her," Helena explained, thumbing to the next page. "It's awfully naughty, but her pet buries his tongue deep in her asshole, revealing his devotion to her and getting her past that f-final edge..."

Jon felt like he was a mouse, staring down the piece of food that was waiting on the end of a trap, spring loaded and daring him to take the bait.

He couldn't possibly resist it and didn't need Helena to order him to make the next move. His tongue was already gliding down between the small gap of her labia, across the delicate entrance of her sex, and down to the bottom of her folds, where a small, fuzzy patch of fur and flesh divided her womanhood from her asshole.

When she bucked at the gentle touch upon it, he thought to stay there for a moment and tease her, but claws pressed into his shoulders like a series of playful daggers, urging him to move onward, lest he be skewered for his pace.

"That's it, my l-little otter," she praised him as the very tip of his tongue dipped against the tightest spot of her pucker, finding entrance to be nigh impossible. His muzzle warmed her entire crotch, and his cracked fang tickled against the inside of her thigh, but it wasn't until he pressed his tongue flat against the forbidden spot that her resistance finally eased, and his oral fixation could continue. "S...Slip it in gently, Jon. No need to f-fucking stab me..."

The otter worried that she might rip the flesh right off of his shoulders as her claws sunk further into his flesh. Oxygen was becoming a premium as she gave up on reading the passages of the book and focused entirely on the show between her legs, resting an open palm on the back of his head to keep his tongue stuffed within the tasty entrance of her backside.

The book thumped against the floor as Helena's other paw cupped under one of her breasts and skillful digits crept up the front, pinching and tweaking the perkier flesh of her nipple with all of the same practice as the mistress in her book. Helena was living out her favorite part of the story, complete with the kind of pleasure that reading on her own simply couldn't bring.

With Jon between her thighs, new heights of elation were an easy thing to achieve.

"You're really digging! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you loved fucking my asshole with your tongue," Helena was happy to embarrass Jon with her rhetoric. She always knew that he was interested in such a thing, and in the past, she'd even let him go for a quick brush or two over the warmth of her entrance.

What she didn't know was how much she was going to enjoy the act. As her paw slipped across the fluffy, plentiful fur upon her torso and moved to her other breast, cupping it with feverish, trembling digits, she closed her thighs even tighter around Jon's cheeks, squeezing against the side of his head with the kind of pressure that made him worry his head might crack open, like an egg against the side of a bowl.

He was lightheaded, but determined. He was getting tired, but his dedication to her brought him new endurance.

His tongue was ready to cramp, until the tip eased further past her pucker and into the proper depths of her asshole, moving along the inner passage and getting to know the snow leopard more intimately than he ever thought he'd be able to.

He likely would have been disappointed by the sudden, internal clench around his warm, wet muscle, if he didn't know that it was a silent gesture of praise.

"G-gonna cum..."

Helena tossed her head back against the top cushion of the easy chair, pushing the excess air padding from it with a whump. Her headfur cast over her gaze as she looked down upon Jon with an unquenchable thirst in her eyes, and the edges of her muzzle curled up with sinister delight as he met with her stare, his own eyes concerned at just how tightly her anal passage could squeeze his tongue.

"Just imagine what it can do to other parts of your body, little otter."

It wasn't the strangest declaration of an orgasm that Jon had ever heard, but one of the least cautionary. He was still trying to fuck her backside with the length of his moist, flexible muscle, but her own body was seizing up so tightly that he simply couldn't manage. His open muzzle was the perfect place for a modest splash of feminine juices to land, and the off-sweet flavors of the snow leopard ran down the back of his tongue as her scent coated the front of his nose.

The floor creaked as Helena bucked and trembled against the lucky chair. Smaller, trickling streams of her arousal eased out around quivering pawtips as she finally released his head and spread her folds apart, showing Jon the mesmerizing image of her depths clenching and pushing, desperate for something more than the emptiness they had to settle for. The poor, trapped otter couldn't pull his head back too far as her thighs kept him locked in place, and he couldn't help but stare, wondering just how heavenly it would have been to be trapped inside of her in a different way.

"S-s...see what you're missing, little otter?" See what you made your lover do?"

Helena was more of a tease than a proper mistress, but she knew just what to say to keep Jon fired up for another round, if desire called for it. "You did well tonight, Jon...certainly a performance deserving of a reward, though that will have to wait until tomorrow."

The otter was already pouting, knowing that such a line was coming.

"Shh. It'll be here before you know it," she whispered, "And maybe, just maybe, I'll return the favor from tonight."

It wasn't the first time Helena offered such a thing, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. She was stringing Jon along, building him up to that moment, if and when it would ever come.

It has to happen sooner or later, right? Jon thought, as he smiled up at his playful feline.

He didn't know that she'd planned that night well in advance, along with a few other surprises...