Scent of a Snow Leopard
Trey found Ilanor to be quite attractive, and they hit it off well when they started talking. But he soon discovers her scent is quite a distraction, and she seems to have noticed.
Scent of a Snow Leopard © 2013 by StormKitty ([email protected])
Dreamlike snatches gradually gave way to wakefulness, and Trey's eyelids slitted. He tried to rub the itch on his nose, but his arm was caught on something.
What the fuck?
His eyes flew open and he saw the cuff around his wrist. Ilanor had put cuffs on his wrists and ankles the night before, but she had detached the cords from them before they fell asleep. Hadn't she? Yes, he was certain of it. He'd gotten up during the night to use the bathroom, and he clearly remembered being tempted by her sleeping form before he fell back to sleep. Now the wrist cuff was reattached to the cord, which led somewhere overhead. He pulled at his other arm, discovering it too was attached. Testing his bonds, he found his ankles were also bound far apart. He was on his back naked, but there was just enough slack for him to scoot his body up and rub that itch.
The clouded leopard looked around. Ilanor was neither messy nor compulsively neat. Her dresser was less cluttered than her computer desk, and her closet door stood open. The walls were adorned with posters of rock bands and Asian landmarks. Ilanor had fallen asleep beside him last night, but where was she now? His nose twitched. The snow leopard's scent, so alluring and intoxicating, hung heavy in the air. He almost called out for her before deciding he should bring his partial erection under control first since he couldn't hide it.
Trey had met Ilanor the day before. He had gone for a guided tour of a historic mansion and she had been in the same group. It was her slender rear and shapely figure that first caught his attention, but it was her conversation that kept drawing him back to her. And something else. When the tour ended, she accepted his invitation to join him at a local pizzeria.
Ilanor was describing the vacation she was planning. "I'm going to be driving up the Atlantic coast, just a couple hundred miles a day. There are all kinds of history museums, open air markets, and other fun things to do in the towns along the way. And some of the restaurants have gotten awesome online reviews."
Trey grinned at her. "Any beaches?"
"Oh, I'll stop at a couple."
His eyes briefly roamed over her. "You certainly have the figure for it."
Her face brightened. "Thank you! But just lying on a beach is boring." Her tail flicked and waved. "I haven't planned every stop. Maybe I'll see something along the way that strikes my fancy."
He chuckled and leaned closer. "Some think it's fun to hit the road without a plan and see where it leads."
"I've heard that too, but there's too many ways things can go wrong, especially if I'm travelling alone. I feel better having it mostly planned."
"Like where you'll be staying every night?"
Ilanor nodded. "Yes. I've already got my hotel reservations."
Trey had first noticed her tangy, spicy scent back at the mansion and had noticed it again while they'd been talking. "You smell very nice."
Ilanor's ears blushed and her eyes twinkled. "It's just me, but thank you for the compliment." She leaned closer and gave her long fluffy tail another wave. "I'm glad you like it."
Trey took pride in not having only one thing on his mind when he talked to an attractive girl, and Ilanor was a pleasure to talk with. She was interesting and intelligent, all of which should have made it easy to keep his mind out of the gutter, but something about her scent was making it difficult not to have those thoughts. Was she noticing how often his whiskers and nostrils were twitching?
When the pizza was gone, her offer to continue their conversation at her place was too good to pass up. They were in separate vehicles so he followed hers. Along the way he collected his thoughts and did some deep breathing, swearing he was going to be polite to her and keep a tight rein on those thoughts. After they parked and Ilanor led him to her apartment, he thought it safe enough to admire her tight rear and the way she moved her tail.
Once inside, however, Trey felt his control slipping again. Ilanor's scent was a subtle presence throughout the apartment. She sat beside him on her couch and they conversed about such things as favorite foods, TV shows, and her upcoming trip, but no matter what they talked about, his mind kept drifting to naughtier thoughts of her. He avoided staring at her breasts, but he couldn't stop his nose from twitching periodically, and every time he did, her ears perked and her face brightened briefly as their conversation continued. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to mount her. More than once he had to adjust his pants to hide his body's reaction.
After glancing down at his lap on one such occasion, Ilanor leaned closer to rub her cheek against his, purring. "Are you having a little trouble there?"
That cheek rub only made matters worse. "Yes, you seem to have that effect on me," he stammered.
"Do I, now? Is this normally a problem for you?"
"No, not usually."
Ilanor brought a finger to her chin. "Hmmm, I was considering inviting you to my bed, but I don't know. Maybe if you let me bind you to it..."
His eyes went wide and his tail gave a lurch. "Bind me to it?"
Yet he knew the moment she had spoken it that he wouldn't turn her down. Fifteen minutes later, Trey was in her bed wearing nothing but the set of cuffs, with his wrists bound overhead and his ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. There was no hiding his arousal.
Ilanor looked over his body as she slipped her clothes off, smiling and licking her lips. She settled beside him and ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. "It's my lucky day, having one as handsome as you in my bed," she purred. When Ilanor leaned in to nose and nibble at his neck, he felt her body rub against his.
Ilanor shifted around until she was on all fours with her head toward his feet and her sex inches from his face. Her hands resumed exploring his thighs and rear, and finally his cock and balls. She reached between her legs to rub herself as her tail fanned that heavenly scent. Trey strained his neck in an effort to lick but couldn't quite reach her.
Ilanor finally turned back around and rubbed her sex against his maleness. She took his cock inside her a little at a time, letting him feel the velvet grip of her inner muscles. She was warm and slick! "Oh Trey, you're sooo big!" she uttered when she bottomed out. "You fill me up very nicely!"
Trey was squirming, trying to thrust deeper into her. "You're so tight!"
Ilanor began moving up and down on him, and her smile gave way to a look of pure bliss. She let out gasps and mewls of ecstasy as her thrusts became more urgent, joined by his as they found a rhythm. She laid her body flat against his and her thrusts became rougher still. Trey wished he could grab her butt and push even harder into her when he felt himself nearing his orgasm. When he reached that peak, her moans were still escalating and she continued humping him hard until she screamed out her pleasure. He felt every spasm of her inner muscles milking the last of his sperm.
She kept him inside her through the afterglow, giving him more gentle licks and rubbing her muzzle against his face. Eventually he slipped out of her, and she detached the cords from the cuffs. Trey didn't give it much thought when she left the cuffs in place.
Now it was morning. Obviously, Ilanor had bound him again when she had gotten up. Between her ever-present scent and his memories of the previous evening, it was a losing battle getting his cock to retreat into its sheath. Trey could hear her in the next room, and even if he kept quiet she could walk in on him anytime. He would be tempted to masturbate if he could, but he couldn't figure out how to free himself from the cords or the cuffs.
Ilanor entered the bedroom wearing only a pair of teal blue panties. "You're awake!" She sat beside him and her hands went to his chest and shoulders. Ilanor reached down to lightly caress his cock. "Somebody's horny again!"
Trey blushed and tugged on the bonds. "Please, let me go!"
Her fingers moved down to his balls. "If you need to get going, I can let you go."
"No, not really," he replied too quickly. Had he just given her permission to keep him bound? His nose twitched again.
Ilanor smiled warmly while her fingers traced his inner thighs and cupped his balls. "You want to fuck me again, don't you?"
Trey bit his lip. He didn't want to appear too anxious, but she was right.
She ran a fingertip over the underside of his cock. "If you agree, I'll keep you bound until I'm good and ready. When I release you, you can fuck me any way you want."
Trey groaned and tugged at his bonds again, but finally nodded his head. "All right."
Ilanor stood and her tail flicked another wave of her scent his direction. "I made us some sausage. I'll be right back."
She returned with a plate of breakfast sausages. She held one in her mouth and leaned close to him so he could take it from her. Their noses touched as he took the sausage. She bit into another, sitting straighter and thrusting her chest out when she noticed him admiring those orbs. "You like my boobs?"
Trey finished chewing and swallowed. "Yes, they're very nice."
"They're not very big."
"I think they're perfect for you."
Ilanor gave her body a wiggle, making them bounce. "You flatterer! But thank you! I prefer going without a bra whenever I can." She fed him another sausage.
After the sausages were gone, her hands roamed over the clouded leopard's body some more, and she licked his neck. "Mmmm, so handsome! You have such lovely spots."
"Your spots are lovely too! Are you going to let me go now?"
Ilanor raised one eyebrow as she looked down at him. "Trey, I told you, when I'm ready for you to fuck me." She reached down between her legs to rub herself. "See, I'm getting horny already just thinking about it!" She brought her fingers up to his nose, and it twitched. "You really like the way I smell, don't you? Does my scent make you crazy?"
Trey nodded. "Yes, Ilanor, you smell very nice. Very alluring!"
"Then let me give you more of it." Ilanor straddled him, sliding up until her rear was on his chest, bringing her pussy very close to his muzzle. The sight of the wet spot in the middle of her silk panties made his nose twitch again. She slipped her fingers beneath and began masturbating. "Who am I to deny what you enjoy so much?"
Trey sighed dreamily from the heavy dose of her scent, and Ilanor purred at the sight of his nostrils moving almost non-stop. As Ilanor became more worked up, she started squirming and the wet spot grew. She pulled the panties aside to give him an unobstructed view of sliding her fingers between those glistening pink folds. Her fingers were slick when she withdrew them to make circles around the engorged pearl of her clit. "See what it's doing to me, thinking about how you're going to fuck me?" She let go of the panties. Her teasing words gave way to moans as her arousal further increased. Though she pulled the panties aside a couple more times, she eventually had to lean forward to steady herself with one arm while her fingers kept busy. The crotch of the panties briefly rubbed over his muzzle. Finally, she arched her back and climaxed, giving him an even stronger wave of her scent.
Ilanor sat back and withdrew her hand, smiling down at him. "Mmmm, that was luscious. My panties are soaked!"
Trey's nose was still going. "It looked like you enjoyed yourself."
She slid off to one side and began running her hands over his thighs, hips and tummy. "When I think about being mounted by this body it's easy to get worked up."
"So when are you going to let me?"
She tapped his nose. "I told you, when I'm ready."
"I'm ready now! Please, won't you release me?"
"Not yet."
"But Ilanor..."
She gave his cock a firm squeeze and held. "You talk too much!" She reached somewhere out of sight and produced a muzzle gag. "This should keep you quieter."
"Wait! I didn't mean..."
His words were cut off as she slipped it over his muzzle, but she didn't buckle it. "Wait, just one more thing." Ilanor stood up and gave her panties a couple of good rubs into her sex. She gave him a sultry smile as she swayed her hips, sliding the panties down a little at a time. Once they were off, she removed the muzzle gag, placed the wet, sticky crotch of her panties against his nose, and put the muzzle gag back on, buckling the straps behind his head. "There, that should give you something to think about." She fiddled with the cords attached to the wrist cuffs, and when he next tugged at them, he discovered the slack that had been there earlier was gone.
Trey groaned. Now every breath was laced with a heavy dose of the snow leopard's pheromones. He struggled helplessly as she spent a few more minutes admiring his body and his cock with her touches. Finally she got up and put on a shirt that left her midriff exposed and hugged her breasts nicely, and a skirt just barely long enough to wear in public. Interestingly, she wore the skirt over her tail, so that any flick of that tail would flash him. Skirts were normally worn with the tail emerging through an opening just below the waistline.
Ilanor left with the empty sausage plate, after which he heard her cleaning up in her kitchen. She returned a few minutes later and padded over to him, running a hand up one leg until she reached his balls. "Doing okay there?" she asked him as she gave his cock a caress. He mewled in reply. She ran both hands up his body to his shoulders, then leaned in to give his neck a few nibbles, followed by a firm bite to his shoulder. She rose and left him alone.
When she returned again moments later she started paying special attention to his member. "Such a nice cock you have," she said, leaning down to sniff it, then give it a lick. "Big, and thick. It felt sooo gooood inside me last night." It twitched in her hand as she slowly caressed it, then curled her fingers around it to give him several sharp, light strokes. Trey shifted beneath her. "You like when I do this?" she asked, pausing for several seconds. She gave him several more light strokes, then paused again. Trey moaned and squirmed some more. "Ooh, you do like this!" She did it again. And again.
As a matter of fact, those light, teasing strokes were driving him crazy! If she were to keep them up long enough they would eventually make him cum, but her frequent pauses insured that he never got very close. Ilanor continued in this manner, making him struggle as he moaned and whimpered in frustration. She licked off the occasional drop of pre that appeared at his tip. It seemed a lot longer than the ten minutes it was before she left him hanging and went off to do something else.
That would be the pattern over the next couple of hours. Ilanor would leave the room or spend a few minutes doing something on her computer, but before long she would return her attention to him and always had some flattering and often salacious words for Trey when she did. The muzzle gag limited his replies to incoherent sounds. Her hands explored all parts of his body, frequently toying with his nipples or his male bits. Sometimes she gave him licks, nibbles or gentle bites. He admired the way her nipples strained against her shirt, and that waving tail frequently afforded him peeks beneath her skirt. She often pinched her nipples or played with her pussy, watching his reactions. Several more times she teased his cock enough to get him squirming and whimpering, never getting him too close to climax. Did she realize that was driving him insane? Was she ever going to release him so he could fuck her?
Finally, Ilanor put one foot on the bed beside him, her pussy in plain view, and began rubbing herself. "I'm almost ready to let you go, but first, I bet you'd like to use your tongue on me, wouldn't you?"
As much as Trey wished she'd release him, he was afraid she'd keep him bound even longer if he didn't play along. He nodded.
Ilanor straddled him once again and unfastened the muzzle gag, removing it and the panties. Trey spoke while he had the chance. "Ilanor, I had no idea you were going to keep me here this long."
"Now, now, I promised you'd get to fuck me once I'm good and ready." She scooted forward to bring her pussy up to his mouth, letting the skirt drape over his head. "Now lick!"
Ilanor was already wet with arousal, and her scent was even more delectable fresh from its source. Trey started with one long lick from the bottom of her slit, gathering a mouthful of her juices on the way to the top, where his tongue made circles around her clit. He brought it back down and began using his upper lip to tease her clit while his tongue worked its way between her folds to explore inside, gradually going deeper. Ilanor moaned heartily and flicked her tail, causing the skirt to billow. Trey curled his tongue and sought out her G-spot.
Ilanor soon began wiggling her hips back and forth, side to side, and Trey followed her movements, lapping up and swallowing her juices. "Oh yes, Trey, just like that!" she moaned. "You have such a nice tongue. You make me want to rub my pussy all over your face." This continued for several minutes as she shifted and squirmed, stroking his head and ears, sometimes reaching back to caress his cock. His muzzle fur was soon coated with her nectar. Her moans escalated and her squirms became more erratic as he built her up to her peak. Finally, she tensed and cried out with pleasure as her pussy spasmed, drenching Trey's muzzle with even more of her sticky dew. It was a minute or more before she stopped moving and backed away.
Ilanor gave him a satisfied smile. "You were wonderful!"
Trey tugged at his bonds. "My face is a mess."
"Mmm hmm, a messy face from eating pussy is such a lovely sight!" She leaned back to detach the cords attached to the ankle cuffs, then leaned forward to release his wrist cuffs.
The instant both of his arms were free, Trey grabbed Ilanor and wrestled her to the bed. "My turn!" he growled gleefully as he rolled her to the middle of the bed, gazing ferally at her. Was that a look of shock and surprise on her face?
Without further ado, Trey pulled her skirt down and off, and positioned himself on top of her. Ilanor didn't resist as he pushed her legs apart and rubbed his cock tip against her entrance. As soon as he had the angle right, he shoved it in hard, filling her, and she cried out. "Do you have any idea how long, how badly I've wanted this?" he growled as he began thrusting.
"I can imagine," she gasped.
Trey proceeded to give her the hardest rutting he had ever given anyone, and Ilanor let out a cry with every thrust. That hot tight pussy that he had been thinking about almost constantly since he had awoken that morning felt so wonderful, so delicious. The clouded leopard didn't last long before reaching the climax he had been so desperate for for so long. When it hit, he gave his cock the hardest shove yet into her, mewling loudly as he pumped a heavy load of his seed into her depths.
Trey still had that feral expression when he opened his eyes. Her fearful look had turned into a big smile. "Best fuck I ever had!"
He gave her an evil grin. "I'm not done yet!"
Ilanor's eyes went wide. "You really are worked up!"
His gaze turned feral again. "After the teasing you gave me, I could fuck you all afternoon!"
But before he could do so, Trey had to excuse himself to use the bathroom. His gentleman side reasoned it would also give Ilanor enough of an opening to decline if she truly didn't want him to continue. He returned to find her sitting on the bed, waiting expectantly.
Trey pulled her to her feet against his body, then turned her around and bent her over the bed, bringing his hips up against her to take her from behind. Their height difference made it awkward, so she crawled up onto the bed and smiled back at him, flagging her tail. He grinned back as he followed and mounted her. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, and reached around to slide his hands beneath her shirt. He bit her neck firmly and pinched her nipples at the same time. Ilanor let out a loud gasp and gave his cock a velvety firm squeeze as he began to thrust. As before, her pussy felt wonderful. Ilanor rocked back against him and they quickly found their rhythm. It felt so very satisfying to take control of her like this after she had kept him bound and helpless for so long, and she was obviously loving it. He lasted longer this time before he erupted inside her.
Trey lay beside her afterwards, exploring her body with his hands much as she had done to him. He pushed her shirt up and off and began nosing the valley between her breasts, then started licking and sucking her nipples. They firmed up, and his ministrations soon had Ilanor gasping and moaning. Though he had felt spent after his second climax, he was soon hard again. When he pushed her legs up and apart to take her a third time, she obliged by spreading them wider as he mounted her. If she was going to tease him that long and get him that worked up, then by darn he was going to fuck her for all he was worth. Even so, round three was a gentler, more languorous ride, and when it was over, he felt well and truly spent.
They were both exhausted, lying beside each other on the bed, panting and purring and giving each other contented smiles and caresses. "Would you like some lunch?" Ilanor asked him.
Trey nodded. "I could go for a good meal after all that."
They were devouring leftover fried chicken and macaroni salad. Ilanor leaned on her elbows and smiled across the dining table at him. "Trey, I would like to invite you to come with me on my vacation."
Trey's ears perked and he sat up. "What!? You want me to join you?"
Ilanor nodded. "Yes, on one condition."
"What's that?"
"That you fuck me like we just did at least twice a day."
Trey blinked and his ears blushed. "You want me for that? I thought you had everything all planned out. Are you sure I won't get in the way"
Ilanor dabbed her mouth with her napkin. "There's a lot of fun places I'm planning to visit and I'd have a good vacation even by myself. But a travel partner who's fun and easy to talk with would make it better." She met his eyes and grinned. "And one like you who can fuck my brains out would make it the best vacation ever!"
Trey looked away bashfully, feeling uncertain. He tried a different angle. "How much is it going to cost?"
Ilanor waved her hand. "Don't worry about that. It'll be worth it to me!"
"But it wouldn't be fair for me to tag along at your expense."
She leaned toward him. "Such a gentleman! Don't worry, it's not going to cost me much more than if I were by myself." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "But if you're going to insist, how's this sound? I'll pay for anything I'd be paying for anyway if I were alone, including gas and hotel rooms. You can pay for your own meals and your admission at places that charge."
"I don't know. It still seems unfair to you."
"It's plenty fair, since I've already picked out everywhere I'm going without your input." Her ears canted. "Although if there's something along the way you'd like to do, you're welcome to suggest it."
Trey thought for a minute, then looked back at her and nodded. "All right, I'll go with you." His nose gave a twitch and he let out a sigh. "Are you really sure you'd want me along?"
Ilanor studied him. "Is something worrying you?"
Trey shrugged his shoulders and fidgeted. "How do I explain it? When I talk to girls I try to be a gentleman and act like a friend. But with you, there's something about you, about your scent, that makes it hard to think straight. I get close to you, and before I know it, all I can think about is..." He tried to think of a polite way to finish the thought.
"Fucking me?" she finished for him, and let out a giggle. "I figured that out about you last night."
Trey raised an eyebrow. "Then your scent doesn't affect all guys that way?"
She let out a laugh. "If it did, I wouldn't be able to leave this place. Nah, I've only met a few others, all felines. I guess it's a genetic thing."
"So I'm one of the lucky few."
Ilanor reached out to stroke his arm. "I certainly feel lucky to have met you."
He met her eyes. "Why?"
She smiled at him. "Because, you're interesting and easy to talk to. I wasn't just inviting you for the sex. I really do enjoy our conversations, and I appreciate that you're trying to be a gentleman."
"You're not worried about spending hours a day cooped up in the same car with me?"
"Can you keep it under control well enough not to get us arrested or kicked out of anyplace?"
Trey chuckled and nodded. "Of course I can. I will be a gentleman, even if I can't stop having naughty thoughts about you."
Ilanor smirked. "Which I will be encouraging."
"You are such a terrible tease!"
"I am not!"
Trey gazed at her. "Why do you say that?"
Ilanor returned his gaze. "Because I want you acting on those thoughts. If I were to encourage them and then denied you, then I would be a terrible tease."
"Okay, that's one way to look at it. Are you going to tie me to the bed every night?"
She gave him an evil grin. "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Trey coughed, as she continued. "Don't worry, most hotel beds aren't very good for that. But I will make sure you can't wait to get me alone!"
He blushed even deeper. "Yeah, as if your scent isn't enough. You're probably getting ideas for that already."
Ilanor reached beneath the table, then brought her hand up to rub a finger over his nose. "Of course I am!"
Trey tried unsuccessfully to stop his nose from twitching. "Aren't you afraid I'll make you sore if you do things like that?"
She grinned at him. "If you don't make me sore, I'm not trying hard enough."