Liepard Love Bites: The Hunt
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The events of this story occur a week after Liepard Love Bites: The Binder Clip
Thanks to Coldstone for editing
Sam skipped ahead of me, her paws kicking up crisp dried leaves on the packed dirt path. "Come on, sunset's not gonna wait forever!" she called, tail waving energetically. We were walking through the park, golden autumn light filtering through the trees. To our right, a creek flowed lazily alongside the trail.
"I thought the main event was happening after dark?" I asked inconspicuously. Though a good distance separated us from the other walkers, I didn't want to traumatize any unwitting ears.
"The sunset's the opening act," the liepard replied smoothly. At Sam's insistence, we had both ducked out of work a little early - not too surprising on a Friday. I returned home to find Sam had laid out a set of my old clothes. "Strip," the feline had ordered with a toothy grin, before bundling me into her car and driving off to the park as soon as I changed.
Far from a small city park, Featherfern Park was expansive, encompassing a small wooded area, fields and even some protected wetlands. After parking we walked the path through the trees, emerging next to the creek we were strolling along now.
"Hurry up!" Another impatient call had me breaking into a light jog to catch up to Sam. Dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves painted rosettes across my skin. I slowed to a stop next to her.
"Look," I grinned, holding out my arm to show her the light patterns, "I'm a liepard too.
The feline snorted, bumping her side against my thigh. "You wish. But you can always aspire to be as pretty as me." We ambled down the trail, my hand resting on her back. A breeze knocked loose another patter of leaves, raining down around us and into the creek.
"Do you think any of them sail all the way to the sea?"
"Hmm, the leaves?" Sam replied absently. "Probably not, they probably just end up in the lake."
"Sinking their nautical ambitions just like that, huh?"
"It's a long way from here to the outlet, daydreamer." Sam batted me with her tail.
In front of us, the trees came to an abrupt end as the creek met the lake. A narrow wooden boardwalk extended out into the marshy shallows. Sam led me through the curtains of reeds until we reached a small platform. Here the view of the lake was unobstructed, and the sun was just beginning its plunge below the horizon.
Sam hopped onto one of the wooden benches facing the water. "Made it," she declared. "And we have it all to ourselves."
I sat next to her, putting my arm around her slender shoulders. "How do you know about this place anyways? Do you come by the park often?"
The liepard nuzzled her head against my neck. "It's my natural habitat," she responded dryly. "But no, I scouted it out a few days ago. What do you think?"
"It's beautiful." I could feel a purr rumble to life in her chest from where it pressed against mine. I gave her a squeeze. "It's a nice date spot. Thanks for showing me." I kissed her chastely on the head.
"The best date spot," Sam purred smugly. "Now kiss me properly you coward. I deserve a better reward than that."
I used my free hand to tilt her chin upwards, leaning in to capture her muzzle in a deep kiss. Sam's tongue played along my lips, rasping against the sensitive skin before pushing impatiently into my mouth. She entwined her tongue around mine, barbs raking my flesh into heightened sensitivity. I retaliated, bringing the fight back into her mouth, skirmishing across the ridges on her soft palette.
By the time we parted, we were both panting, and the sun was noticeably lower in the sky. "That's more like it," Sam breathed. A triangular ear flicked towards the walkway behind us. "Someone's coming."
"Let's not scare them off." I slid my arm around Sam again and held her against me. A few moments later I heard footsteps on the wood planks.
"Oh, hello," a voice said shyly. We both turned our heads to look behind us. A growlithe and a quilava padded onto the platform. "I hope we're not being a bother?" The growlithe was the one speaking, his voice cracking a little with the indignity of adolescence.
"We just wanted to see the sunset," the quilava added brightly. "Oh it's so pretty today." By now the sun had deepened to blood-orange, staining the waters of the lake in rippling striations.
"Feel free to join us." I gestured to the other bench. "We're here for it too."
The other couple made themselves comfortable, and settled in to watch. We didn't ignore them, exactly, but each couple through unspoken agreement gave the other space. As the reds faded into violet hues and twilight shrouded us in darkness, I politely ignored the whispers and quiet sounds of kissing from the other bench. Sam, on the other hand, stuck her muzzle against my neck and shamelessly spied on them, peeking around me.
I half expected her to try to compete, to show them how it was done, but she seemed content to watch. At least I thought so, until a wet tongue rasped against my ear. I shivered, silently. This was apparently unacceptable to Sam, and she dragged a long lick up my neck, making me gasp quietly. I narrowed my eyes at her, but the unapologetic feline just gave me a mischievous look.
She didn't escalate beyond that, thankfully. Sam just kept teasing me until I gave in and started making out with her as well. A giggle from the quilava showed that our affections didn't go unnoticed, followed by a shushing noise from the growlithe. We were still going at it when the teenagers decided to leave. The quilava's forehead burner flared to life to give the two some light. She slipped in a cheeky, "Good night. Have fun!" before the two rounded the corner and disappeared behind some vegetation.
It was properly nighttime now. A gibbous moon cast enough light to illuminate us in a dim silvery glow. Sam leaned in to give me one last kiss on the lips, a gentle, brief affair before leaning back.
"Looks like I've got you all to myself now," she purred, deep in her register. "No kids around to scare off."
"Is it time for the hunt? Time to see if there's actually a predator in you?" I grinned at her cheekily.
Sam snarled playfully. "Oh you'll see. But first, rules."
"No eating me being one of them, I hope," I joked.
"Only certain parts of you, and you weren't complaining the last time I did." Sam grinned. "No serious injuries, no broken bones, no eye gouging."
"Seems reasonable."
"If you're fine with it, maybe some scrapes and bruises? Hopefully nothing too painful," she quickly amended, "I just might knock you over and stuff."
"Assuming you can even catch me." I affected disdain. "If a desk jockey lap cat can manage that, I'll deserve a few scrapes."
"And here I was going to go easy on you." Sam shook her head mockingly. "Your goal is to get back to the car. You can try to sneak past me, make a run for it, whatever you want. I'll start at the car, so you'll have a bit of a head start. I win if I catch you. Got it?"
I nodded. "Easy enough. How do I know when to start?" Sam pulled my phone out of my pocket, setting a ten minute timer. She tapped at her watch and did the same there, starting them simultaneously.
"We'll start when these finish." She leaned in, giving me a lick on my lips. "Good luck, prey thing." With a rakish grin, she twirled and bounded off, running around the corner. A moment later, there was the dull thump of a collision.
Just beyond my line of sight, Sam's voice rang out. "What are you two still doing here?". Concerned, I got up and followed her, seeing a tangle of furry bodies on the walkway.
The growlithe wailed, "Oh Arceus, I told you we should have just left."
Talking over him, the quilava was chattering at Sam excitedly while trying to extricate herself rather ineffectually. "Are you two role playing? Is this a kink thing? That's so cool!"
The growlithe looked mortified. "Evey, you can't just ask someone that!" He gripped her shoulder in his jaws and tried to drag her away, to very little success.
"Were you two spying on us?" I regarded them with amusement.
"No!" the growlithe burst out.
"Yeah!" Evey exclaimed simultaneously. "We were leaving and then she got all sultry and I wanted to know what was going to happen."
"Well you definitely can't watch, you'll spoil the hunt." Sam gave her chest a few licks to smooth down her fur. "And no, this isn't a kink thing, this is just how a normal relationship is supposed to be," she deadpanned. She gave me a wink.
"Haven't you two been hunting each other?" I asked incredulously, playing off of Sam. "It's how you keep your instincts sharp. Good bonding activity too."
"I'll bet," the growlithe muttered sarcastically.
"Don't be an ass Pierre. They're cool." Evey nudged him with her shoulder. "Anyways we'll be going for real now. Sorry for spying on you. Thanks for the relationship advice!"
Sam gave a wave of her tail, and I belatedly raised my hand in farewell.
Pierre murmured quietly to Evey as they walked away, "Wait what relationship advice? Oh, no, you are not going to hunt me!"
I shared a fond look with Sam.
My phone buzzed. I quickly silenced the alarm, getting to my feet. The moon had grown large along the horizon, reflecting off the surface of the lake. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, the world cast into grayscale. I set out along the walkway.
Despite my casual approach to the date so far, I had a plan. I had intentionally slowed down during the walk to observe the terrain and plan my exit route. The first part of the plan just involved speed. I needed to get as much distance from the starting point as quickly as possible, to widen the search area. No doubt Sam would be making a beeline to me even now.
Shoes pounding on the boardwalk, I burst out onto dry land. I immediately cut off the path into the trees. It had to be the first thing Sam would check. Running along the shore, I hurtled through the light underbrush, kicking up flurries of dried leaves in my wake. I wasn't getting any closer to the car, but I'd be able to approach it from an angle that Sam hopefully wouldn't expect.
After a few minutes of running I slowed, breathing hard. I didn't have a good grasp of just how quickly Sam could run, but I imagined she could be near enough that a clumsy human barreling through the woods might be within earshot.
It was time for the second part of my plan. Luckily I was almost where I needed to be. Ahead of me, the terrain dipped into a ditch, dug roughly parallel to the path. I could just barely catch a glimpse of it at times during the walk to the lake. With luck, it would hide my profile and make me much less visible to my stalker.
I dropped into the narrow depression, sliding rather gracelessly down the dusty slope. Luckily the bottom was dry, but the walls only came up to chest height. I'd need to keep low to avoid being visible. I bent down and started making my way towards the car.
The next few minutes passed in a heart pounding rush, as I tried to balance speed and stealth. I was so focused on where to place my feet that it took a couple of seconds before I realized the sounds of crunching leaves I was hearing weren't mine. When my brain caught up, I huddled into a shadow against the side of the ditch.
Seconds later, Sam leaped across not too far ahead of me, her lithe form stretched out long at the apex of her jump. She was gone again in a blink of the eye, but I could have sworn I heard her mutter, "he can't have gone that far."
I waited for what felt like an eternity afterwards before setting off again. This time I kept my ears pricked for the rushing cat, but Sam seemed to not be nearby. My luck ran out, however, as the ditch started to become shallower. It had taken me most of the way to the car though, so I couldn't complain. Eventually I abandoned it entirely and started slipping from tree to tree, trying to minimize the time I spent as an identifiable silhouette.
It was when the car park was just coming into sight, the sterile white lights illuminating the trees only several hundred paces away, that it all fell apart. I had just dashed to the next tree, slamming my back against its trunk. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her.
Sam.
A malevolent feral creature, snarling, scythe-tail held ready to reap. Cruelty carved into that lean form, the parking lot lights glinting eerily in those predator's eyes, turning her into a horror of the night.
"Run," she snickered, but I was already making a break for it. Branches whipped across my arms and face, stinging lacerations breaking my skin, but I barely noticed the pain through the slightly too-real fear blooming in my chest. About thirty feet behind me, Sam, on all fours, broke into a sprint.
She was gaining on me, even as my lungs were bursting from the exertion, legs burning. Still too far away, the parking lot - I was looking for the car but I was all turned around - she was almost upon me now.
There was no warning. One moment I was running, the next a weight on my back was bearing me down. Thankfully the ground was soft and padded with fallen leaves, but I still impacted hard enough to knock all the air out of my lungs.
I rolled into my back swinging my arms at my predator, somehow keeping the presence of mind to keep my hands unfisted. She was dodging every swipe, incredibly managing to parry a kick to the left. A weak counter to the right caught Sam in the neck, but to no avail. Her head darted in, her jaws closing around my neck and it was all over, an unfathomable pressure on each side making darkness creep into the edges of my vision. And all I could see was purple fur, as my vision tunneled and I frantically thrashed in animal panic.
Then finally, just as I thought I was going to fade into blackness, the pressure let up and Sam stepped off me. I gasped for breath, chest heaving, though I could breathe the entire time, heart pounding against my ribs. I slapped my hands against my neck - she had bit me so hard, hard enough to choke me out, where was the blood - but my hands came back clean, not a drop to be seen, not a puncture wound to be felt. Only a tenderness hinting at the possibility of future bruising.
I looked at Sam, the question burning in my eyes. "I'm wearing my bite guard!" she lisped happily. She bared her fangs at me to show both rows of teeth encased in blocks of clear plastic. My face must have revealed my incredulity, as Sam burst into a delighted peal of laughter.
"Are you telling me I got choked out by an overgrown lapcat wearing the bite guard she bought so she doesn't grind her teeth at night?"
Sam smirked. "Yeth," she taunted, not even trying to speak normally.
"Nobody can ever hear of this, or my reputation is ruined for life. And I don't even have a reputation to ruin," I groused. I took inventory of my injuries. My arms had a collection of shallow cuts, and my elbows felt like they would bruise from when they broke my fall. Otherwise it seemed like I had gotten off rather lightly.
"Come on, I haf a firth aid kith in the car." Sam pulled me to a sitting position by biting my shirt. "Can you walk?" she asked. "I didn't bang you up too badly did I?"
I shook my head, getting to my feet. "I think I'm pretty good. I'll be tender for a few days, but nothing hurts that much.
Sam reared up onto her hind legs, resting her paws on my shoulders and giving me a kiss. "Good," she said quietly. She nuzzled her cheek against mine. "I was afraid I thcared you or hurt you."
I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze. "It happened so quickly, I barely had time to figure out what was happening. By the time I caught up it was over already." I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Was it fun for you? It all happened in less than a minute, was all the setup worth it?"
Sam nodded. "It's mostly the th…" she paused to enunciate through the guard, "the stalk and the chase that gets me going. Gives me the dopamine rush, you know?" She pushed off me and landed back on the ground. "Come on, night's thtill young."
She led the way across the concrete moat of the parking lot to her car. She popped out her bite guard and put it away in its container. Pulling out the first aid kit from the back seat, she then dug through and extracted some wipes and band aids.
"You can probably do this more easily than me," she said apologetically. I peeled open the packet and started wiping down my arms, wincing as the lacerations stung. "Sorry." Her ears flattened to the sides in contrition.
"I had fun." I kissed her on the nose. "And it's worth getting banged up a bit if it makes your little kitty brain happy."
"Hey!" Her protestation lacked heat. I finished applying band aids to the few cuts large enough to warrant one, and Sam motioned me into the back seat. As I crawled in, a paw on my back guided me to lie face down across the whole row. Sam pulled the door shut behind her and settled on top of me like a fluffy blanket.
After a bit, she started to groom me, rhythmically rasping her tongue along the back of my neck and ears. It was oddly soothing, and I could feel my heartbeat slowing to a more normal pace - I didn't realize it had still been elevated. Now out of the cool autumn air, our combined body heat trapped a cozy layer of warmth between us.
"So," Sam murmured next to my ear, "we could go home and cuddle and sleep." She breathed a heated breath down my neck. "But if you're still up for it, I still had a few more plans for the night." She brushed her muzzle against the nape of my neck, the ticklish feeling making me shiver. "Only if you're up for it. I'll make it worth it for you."
"I'm game." I gasped, as she trailed another lingering lick up my neck. "What do you have in mind?"
"You." Sam placed a paw on the back of my head, holding me down. "I'm going to use you until you break, and you'll thank me for it. Time to disabuse you of this lap cat business."
I turned my head to look at her, eyes wide. "But you are my subby fluffy lap kitty catty!" A paw pressed against my mouth and Sam leered down at me.
"Not tonight. Tonight you call me master."
I swallowed dryly. "Ok."
I helped Sam pull a few bundles and a backpack out of the trunk of the car. "This is my sleeping pad," I observed.
"We're fucking in luxury." Sam shrugged on a harness and had me secure the pad to it, a rolled tarp balancing out the weight on the other side. "Don't tell me you want to lie down on damp dirt." We set off, Sam tapping her watch to lock the car.
"We don't need to lie down to screw," I noted suggestively.
"You're right, pet." Sam looked down at me, despite being waist height. "I'm not going to be lying down, you will. Be glad your master takes mercy on your undeserving back."
I laughed. "Ok fine. But I could hold all of these myself you know. You probably don't need to bring the harness."
“It's kinda sexy, don't you think?" She posed, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the bulky articles attached to her side. I did have to admit that it was a nice piece. Thin black straps with golden buckles did a good job of accentuating her lithe lines and narrow waist. It was clearly more of a fashion statement than a practical piece.
"It does look very… grippable," I mused speculatively.
Sam hissed. "Hands off. I'll be the one doing the grabbing tonight."
"Fine, fine, I'll be good. Where are we going anyways?"
"There was a nice sheltered depression," Sam stated carefully. "Should keep us out of the wind and out of sight."
I caught on immediately. "We're fucking in the ditch."
"I don't want to be on a list." Sam's ears pinned back, but she gamely continued. "We can pretend it's for humiliating you or something."
I snorted. "Sure, whatever you say, master."
"Brat."
A leisurely few minutes of walking had us back in the trees. Sam leapt into the ditch, following it as it deepened until only her tail poked above it. I repeated my earlier slide in, sending a waft of dust blowing at Sam. She sneezed, glaring at me.
"I'll have you licking that off of me if you don't satisfy me. Now, lay out the tarp, pet. Make use of those hands of yours." Sam stood regally, queen of drainage landscaping, as I divested her of her burdens.
I laid out the tarp with a grand sweep. Thankfully the sleeping pad was self inflating, saving me the trouble of blowing it up. "Your bed, your majesty." I bowed.
Sam lightly pushed me onto the pad. "No, that's your bed." She climbed on top of me, pushing me onto my back. "You're going to be my bed." She pulled the backpack alongside us and rummaged through it. She must have found what she was looking for, since she froze with her head half in the main pocket. "Close your eyes?"
I obliged. "If you propose to me in a ditch while sitting on me, Sam, I swear."
"Okay you can open your eyes now," she said through a mouthful of something. A thin strap with golden accents was hanging from her jaws. "Be my sub?" she asked.
I hesitated. "You don't mean in the serious way right?"
Sam snorted. "Hah, no." She spat the strap out onto my hand. “You are my pet for tonight though, so put it on."
It was a black leather collar with a golden buckle and decorative studs. "It matches your harness. We're twinsies~" I sang.
Sam's ears flattened. "They came together as a set. Usually I'd wear it for a nice night out, but I figured it'd work fine for some play as well." I buckled it around my neck. It was thin enough that it probably looked more like a choker. "It looks good on you," Sam eyed me appreciatively.
"Thanks? I don't think the harness would fit me though." I paused. "Should I be acting differently? Are we starting? What do you want me to do?"
Sam hmmed. "Where should we start?" She made a show of thinking. "Oh right, pets don't wear clothes." She pierced the fabric of my old shirt with her claws and slashed downwards, tearing large rents through the material. In seconds she managed to shred it to rags.
The liepard leered down at me, flicking cloth off her claws. "Don't make me correct your pants as well." She nudged my growing erection with a paw. "Wouldn't want to accidentally hurt something valuable."
I hurriedly slid out of the rest of my clothes, leaving myself clad only in Sam's collar. I shivered a little in the cool autumn air. "What next?"
"What next what?" Sam prompted pointedly.
"What next, master?"
"Good boy," she purred. She dipped down and engulfed my dick in her warm mouth for an instant, before pulling back and trailing her tongue along my shaft. I gasped, doubling over. "Good boys get rewarded."
"Arceus Sam!" A gentle paw on my chest pushed me back down. The liepard circled around, before sitting on my face. My vision was filled with creamy fur fringed with purple. Her slit descended towards me, already slightly parted from her stance. She was wet despite not having been touched, her moistness slickening her folds.
"Now go down on me, pet." I placed my hands on her hips and guided her the rest of the way down. My lips found hers, my tongue skimming along the edge of her petals. An impatient grind against my face was my reward. "Get in me. All the way."
I thrust my tongue in, forgoing subtlety. Sam seemed plenty ready already, arching her back and grinding down on my face. She clenched, squeezing my tongue with her silken embrace.
"More," she demanded, and I added a finger. It slid in with almost no resistance, a muted gasp sounding above me. Immediately I followed up with another, sliding them beneath my tongue, rubbing along her slick flesh. "That's more like it. Good boy," she breathed. A moment later, I felt her paw graze my dick, then the other on the opposite side, holding it up between her paws. A lazy pump followed, her smooth paw pads sliding against my shaft.
I redoubled my efforts, letting my fingers do the heavy lifting while my tongue licked around her slit, teasing and stimulating. My fingers rubbed firm circles along her front walls, zeroing in on that firm ridged flesh that had her snarling her approval.
"Arceus you're getting good at that." She continued her slow pawjob, dipping her head down to breathe a heated breath over my dick. I tensed in anticipation, but the expected lick didn't come - until I had almost relaxed, and she unexpectedly dragged the smooth underside of her tongue along the sensitive ridge of my head. I tensed in surprise, mushing my face into Sam's butt.
"Ow." I rubbed my nose with my free hand. "You ass!"
"That's 'you ass, master' to you," Sam laughed. "You realize that's not how you do a headbutt right? We'll have to train you more. Though I'm more interested in getting you to do the tricks you already know right now."
"What trick is that?"
"The one where you lick my g spot," she grinned shamelessly. "Sorry buddy," she trapped my penis between my body and her paw and gave it a consolatory rub, "you're gonna have to sit this one out for a bit."
“Please don't anthropomorphize my dick."
The feline ignored me and got up, turning around to face me. From this angle, I could see the fruits of my labor, her sloppy slit drenched with a combination of saliva and her own fluids. She wasted no time in pressing it to my mouth. "Hurry up. Get to work."
Naturally, I rebelled and took my time, slipping my tongue in and parting her folds gently. I explored teasingly, licking one wall of velvet flesh then the other, gradually making my way deeper. Just as I was nearing her g spot I paused, dipping my head to nuzzle my nose against her clit.
Sam vocalized her pleasure in a wordless moan, rubbing herself against my face and smearing her slickness liberally around my mouth. I capitalized on the moment to slip my tongue just a bit further into her passage, stretching and pressing against her g spot. A few firm licks against it had her crying out, clenching hard around me.
It wouldn't do to stop there and leave her wanting, so I grabbed her haunches and got down to business. Sam didn't bother giving me instructions, letting her appreciation be known through her throaty purrs. She bucked, ground and fucked my tongue into her wet depths. I fought to keep on target, but with all the writhing she was doing it was more miss than hit.
Not that the cat seemed to mind. Benevolent master that she was, Sam even blindly curled her tail around my dick. The appendage wasn't dextrous enough to grip properly, but she could trail her feathery fur along my shaft. It wasn't enough to get me off, but it kept me hard and wanting.
"Close," she gasped from somewhere above me. "Keep going…" I gripped her thighs harder, managing to keep them still long enough to launch into a flurry of flicks against her sweet spot. My tongue and jaw were aching, but I pushed through, feeling more than seeing the tension wind up in my furred lover until it snapped and unleashed in an instant. Sam arched and caterwauled to the moon, her scream echoing through the woods.
The liepard stayed frozen for a few seconds afterwards, tense and straining. The only part of her that moved was her pulsating depths, and the small bucks she made as she fucked my mouth. She came down slowly, letting one muscle relax at a time until she was hunched over me. "Welcome back," I said, slightly muffled.
The liepard slid off my face, leaving a snail trail across my cheek. "Fuck it feels good to let loose once in a while. Don't get me wrong, the apartment is nicer, but you can't just… scream like that."
"The neighbors would be less than delighted if you did that at home. I'm not sure I've ever heard you make that sound before." I sat up, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand. It was a bit of a lost cause, and Sam grinned cheekily at the mess she had made of me.
"Keep it," she ordered. "I worked hard on that. And it's not really considered to be a polite sound to make." She came up behind me and put her chin on my shoulder. Leaning against my back, she extended her forelegs to grip my dick from either side, giving a few pumps. "Poor neglected thing," she cooed, perhaps too nicely. "I think it's time for your training."
I turned to look at her dubiously. "Am I the one being trained, or is my cock?"
"Huh?" Sam attempted a confused look, though the barely suppressed shit eating grin ruined the effect somewhat. "What's the difference?"
"Forget I asked, I just realized how stupid of a question that was," I responded blandly. "What am I, the cock, being trained in?"
The liepard idly stroked me while thinking. "Since you were so good at getting me off, you deserve a reward too. So we'll train you to come on command."
"I don't think I can just randomly get off just because you tell me to Sam. Even as sexy as your voice is."
I felt her perk up behind my back. "You think my voice is sexy?" Her ears flicked to attention.
"Yeah, you make it all deep and intimate and smooth when you're being all seductive. And you can literally purr." I paused for a moment. "Wait, there's no way you don't know what you're doing. You're just fishing for compliments!"
The liepard chuckled throatily, demonstrating my point. "It's always good to know that your efforts are appreciated." She nipped my ear. "Anyways, I don't mean you just come out of the blue. I'll get you nice and eager, and all you have to do is hold back until I say so. Can you do that for me, pet?"
"I, um." As much as I wanted to feign brattiness, something in me responded to the way she was holding me possessively. "Yes master."
The cat licked my neck, a familiar warmth. "Good boy. Now let your master take care of you." She leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Just remember, good pets don't cum without permission."
Without waiting for an answer, she sprang into action. Snaking around me, she was between my legs in a flash, eyes sparkling. A moment later and I was engulfed in heat, in the sinuous caress of her tongue, rubbing against the ridges of her soft palette as her head dipped and bobbed. She managed a seal around me - difficult with a muzzle - and swallowed deliberately, the rolling suction making me swell and throb.
A few rolling swallows later she wrapped her tongue around my dick and slowly backed off. When only my tip was left in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the head, using the unbarbed underside to stroke the ridge beneath, where it was most sensitive. She kept it going as I twitched and squirmed, always returning to lavish attention on my glans. My pleasure was being stoked with every lick and flick, winding me up until I was clenching and dangerously close.
"Sam," I gasped. "Easy now."
"No no. Be a good pet and hold it back." She punctuated her sentence by taking me deep, enough that I was afraid she'd gag, feathering the base of my shaft with flicks of her tongue. A moment later, she pulled back, the barbs of her tongue sending me into spasms of overstimulated ecstasy. Then I was buried in her muzzle again, throbbing aggressively at her throat.
It was too much and I was getting close embarrassingly fast, but I tried to hold on. To be as good for Sam as she was for me. I settled my hands on her shoulders, which she allowed begrudgingly. I knew better than to try to push her away. "Sam… I can't…"
She backed off of me, leaving me twitching and just an inch - a stray lick or touch - away from tumbling over the edge and shooting my load all over Sam's face.
"Careful, pet." She gazed at me smugly, clearly savoring the power she had over me. "I'm going to count to three and I'm going back in. Better be ready." To her credit she actually counted slowly, though maybe a bit tauntingly given how little difference it made.
It wasn't enough time to cool off, and the slow lick from root to head using the unbarbed back of her tongue was still enough to put me right back on the edge. "Sam!"
The liepard tsked. "We really do need to train you better than this. I can't have a pet who can't even withstand a bit of teasing." Her paw traced the ridge of my glans with a feather-light touch. I nearly came then and there, clenching and writhing with all my might to hold back.
But Sam was disinclined to mercy and followed up with one lick after another. Just the first one took me over the point of no return, but I tried to delay it as much as possible, hoping in vain that Sam would give me permission at the last minute. The second lick had my pleasure soaring, the tension coiling. My loins tightened, and I was teetering on the brink of orgasm. The third lick - slow, knowing, mocking, Sam's eyes twinkling with amusement as she deliberately forced me over - had all the pent up, twisted tension release at once.
Every muscle in my body flexed; the world shattered. I clenched, trying to curl into a ball, trying to arch and thrust into the air all at the same time, the conflicting signals turning me into a blind, deafened puddle. All I knew were the rhythmic contractions in my pelvis, each accompanied with a searing burst of pleasure.
At some point I came back to myself. Sam was standing above me, a paw running through the mess I made on my torso. She smeared my seed across my stomach, her ears folded back theatrically. "Cumming without permission, pet?" She sighed. "I must not have trained you well enough." The liepard caressed my cheek with a sticky paw. "I'm sure you'll do better next time."
"I had no hope. Not a single chance I'd make it through that." I let my head flop back against the sleeping pad. Above us, the stars twinkled through the leaves. I felt loose and floppy, totally relaxed. I tried to make puppy eyes at her, probably failing miserably. "You're not gonna punish me, are you?" I smirked.
"I couldn't punish my precious pet!" Sam gasped, outraged. "It's not your fault that you're on a hair trigger. The feline patted my limp dick condescendingly. "I'm just much too sexy, that's the problem."
I grinned. "If you hadn't just given me a mind blowing orgasm, I might accuse you of narcissism."
"That did look like it was really good," Sam admitted, dropping her act. "I kinda wish I could make getting off look so… flashy."
"You look plenty good while getting off. Plus, you can do it so many times in a row. I'd take that over looking flashy."
"Arceus, imagine if you could just keep filling me?" I could feel Sam shiver on top of me. "That would be so hot."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I leered at the liepard. "Just getting fucked over and over, pumped so full of cum until you're overflowing and never getting a break? Turned into a literal cum dumpster?"
Sam silenced me with a paw on my mouth. The sticky one, of course. "Yesss…" she dragged out the admission, "but you don't get to think those thoughts tonight. Tonight you're my sweet pet who couldn't stop himself from getting off too soon." She shuffled and set her slit over my still-flaccid dick, rubbing herself against the shaft.
I gave her an amused look. "You know that's gonna take a while right? We just talked about this."
"Make it work faster." Sam whined. “Ugh, fine. We can cuddle for a bit. There's wet wipes in the bag, you can clean yourself up."
“You mean you don't want to lie down on the mess you made and get your fur all gunked up?" I leaned over to fetch the pack out of the backpack.
“Gross, no." Sam sniffed. “And it's the mess you made, thank you very much. If you recall, I didn't give you permission."
I gave her a disbelieving look while wiping myself down. “So you're telling me you definitely didn't ignore my warnings and intentionally make me get off on purpose?"
“Well, I mean, I can't help it if you look so cute when you're cumming," Sam vacillated. “Plus, it's not my fault if your stamina can't keep up with me."
“Uh huh." I finished dabbing away a sticky patch on my face. The evaporating liquid on my body made me shiver a little.
“Cold?"
“A little bit," I admitted. “I'd put on a shirt, but it seemed to have suffered an accident."
In response, Sam lay down on top of me, covering most of my torso in fluff. I twitched a bit, tickled. Naturally this prompted the liepard to wiggle around more, making me squirm and burst out in involuntary laughter. I tried to wrestle her off me, and usually she might have let me. Today, however, I found myself forced back against the sleeping pad, my hands pinned on either side of my head.
The feline gave me a smile, tinged with just a little toothy menace. “Shhh," she chastised, “I'm on top tonight." She lay down on top of me again and gave a possessive lick against my neck, but took care to keep her body still. She kept grooming me, or perhaps teasing was a better word. Her licks and nips were definitely intended to stimulate rather than clean. First a breath against my ear, then a gentle bite against my exposed throat, the onslaught of sensations leaving me quite sensitive, gasping and whimpering softly.
“Ahh! Sam…" I breathed. A few minutes of her lying on me had me warm, but also pleasantly overstimulated from her affections. I felt myself stiffening against her gradually as well, which she welcomed with a few grinds against me even though the angle wasn't right.
“Hey," she whispered.
“Hmm?" I was distracted, floaty.
“I want you to do something for me." A slow nuzzle against my neck. “You've played along with my fun tonight. You've been good, but you're still holding back on me."
“What do you mean?"
“You're still just roleplaying. I want you to let go. Let yourself be my pet. Let me own you." She leaned over to whisper into my ear, the fur on her muzzle brushing against me. “Stop acting like my pet and let yourself feel like my pet." She licked along the ridge of my ear. “Leave yourself in my paws tonight. I'll take care of you. It'll make me happy."
“Oh." I paused to take in the request. “I… I can try? I'm not sure how good I'd be at it?" I liked the thought of subbing, but it never came to me as easily.
The corners of Sam's muzzle curled upwards. “You don't need to say anything," she said gently. “I don't want you to do anything that doesn't feel natural. Just don't think about how you should act, and let me worry about making you feel how I want." She nosed into my neck, trailing up towards my ear. “I know you have it in you," she whispered.
“Okay." I felt oddly compliant. Usually, sex for us felt like a competition, always trying to one up each other. At that moment I was content, warm from the heat sandwiched between us and still delightfully sore from my earlier orgasm. It would be the easiest thing to just keep lying here and let Sam do whatever she wanted to me.
“Thank you," she purred in my ear, almost too softly to hear. She gripped her paws over my shoulders and rubbed her cheek against mine. “Close your eyes." I felt her cold nose press into my neck, tilting my chin up to expose it to her. She carefully held me in her jaws and enveloped my neck in wet warmth. Her tongue slid across me, tasting me, as pinpricks of her teeth pressed lightly into my vulnerable flesh just above the collar.
“I like how your neck feels." Sam murmured. “It's so delicate. So fragile. Choking you out earlier was so hot. I can't explain why, but it turns me on." The intensity in her throaty voice made me shiver.
I felt her shifting above me, fur sliding against my skin. Then, her weight lifted off my hips and - I don't know how she did it without hands - my head was poised at her entrance. Despite being blind to the world, I knew the sensation with intimate familiarity. I could see it in my mind's eye. Here I was, just barely parting her folds, my shaft brushing against the damp fur surrounding her slit.
Sam's paws shifted on my chest, and she raised herself off of me for leverage. She pushed back slowly and I slid into her depths. I was beatific, intoxicated on her. My brain hardly processed her hilting me. My hands somehow found their way into her chest fur, grasping it to anchor myself to something, anything.
Somehow being unable to see had cast me adrift; let me fall - so quickly! - into some unfamiliar corner of my mind where my thoughts faded into irrelevance and all that was left was raw sensation. In the back of my mind, I thought that the moment I cracked open my eyes or said a single word the spell would be broken. But doing that was the last thing I wanted at the moment, and so all I did was cry out wordlessly as Sam pulled herself off and swiftly sheathed herself back onto me.
The feline gave a few jerky grinds against my pubic bone, then growled. “Fuck, I need you." She set her paws on my chest and got to work, thrusting herself down again and again. She rode me in a feral frenzy, rough and frenetic, panting and gritting her teeth. I was captive to her whims, my breathing coming in ragged gasps. There was nothing for me to do but endure the spikes of pleasure she inflicted on me.
It didn't take long though, before she slowed. I felt her lean over and snag my collar in her jaws, pulling me up. “Look at me," she mumbled around the leather strap. She filled my view, chin tucked and eyes smoldering. Though I technically was looking down a few inches to meet her eyes, there was no question who was in charge at the moment. Keeping eye contact, she deliberately pulled off of me, forcing me to endure the slow drag of her clutching folds up my shaft. I expected her to reverse back in at the same excruciatingly slow speed, but she slammed herself back, hilting in an instant.
She must have liked what she saw in my face, because a smirk graced her muzzle. No words were exchanged - she just threw herself back into her previous punishing pace. She pinned me down with her eyes, fucking me ruthlessly until I was raw and sensitive and coiled into a tensioned spring. And still, she didn't let up.
I squirmed beneath her, helpless but to endure her blissful torment. She was relentless; she was a force of nature. “Master, please!" Did I just call her that? It wasn't objectionable to me, but I hadn't even intended to say it. Just a whisker-length away from my face, something glinted in Sam's eyes.
“Tell me who you belong to." She let go of the collar, and I fell back onto my elbows. “Tell me whose pet you are and you can cum." She didn't break her pace, staring down at me with not a single doubt in her mind about my answer.
“Yours," I breathed.
“Yesss." Her voice was a triumphant hiss. “Mine," she growled, and grabbed my neck in her jaws. I froze, feeling her pointed teeth pressing into my vulnerable skin. She gave a light squeeze, just enough to barely break skin, but something about it made my mind short circuit. The next thing I knew, I was already in the throes of my orgasm with no recollection of when it began. Each clenching rush wracked my body, my torso held off the ground from the flexing of my abs alone. My fingers curled against Sam's chest, grasping at her fur as I was thrown shaking into a storm of pleasure.
I was lost, unmade by the keening ecstasy she had inflicted on me, and through it all the liepard slammed herself into my lap over and over. She raced against time, against the limits of my fallible body, impaling herself on me until with a triumphant snarl she shuddered to her own peak.
When I came to, my head was buried in her neck, my fingers still loosely entangled in her fur. Sam had let go of my neck and was gently grooming me. A purr rumbled in her throat. It resonated through her chest, the vibrations soothing against my face. “Mine," she sighed.
I nuzzled deeper into her neck, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. I could feel her pause in her grooming to consider me, but I just kept cuddling her. “Struck speechless?" Sam asked archly.
I shook my head. “If I talk I might say something permanent."
“Ah." Sam hummed in understanding. In the last few weeks we had danced around the L word, neither of us quite ready to say it out loud. We hinted at it, feeling out the shape of the concept, walking just around the edges of its bounds but never quite stepping over. Not that I had any doubts about how I felt about her; it just didn't seem to be the right time yet.
After a moment, I raised my head to meet her eyes. “You deserve better than an orgasm-drunk confession in a ditch anyways." It was probably the most direct we'd been on the topic.
“It wouldn't change my feelings for you if you did," the liepard said softly. “But we can save it for when we're ready." A long moment passed, with both of us just looking into each other's eyes. Sam broke it first. “I was going to ask whether you liked it, but judging from that I think I know the answer already."
“I was surprised," I admitted. “I don't think I've ever felt quite like that before."
Sam grinned. “I told you you've got a subby side. You just needed the right touch." She wiggled delightedly, inadvertently rubbing her slick insides all over my shaft.
I couldn't deny it, not after what just happened, so I just smiled and rested my forehead against hers. The wind rustled the leaves overhead. Though we were somewhat shielded by the ditch, I still shivered. It was a brisk autumn night, after all. “As much as I'm enjoying this, maybe we can head home?
“Poor furless human." Sam stuck her tongue out at me fondly. “We'll get you out of the cold. I have a spare shirt in the car, but we should still have wet wipes left. So you don't have to walk through the parking lot covered in cum at least."
I pulled on my pants. “I doubt anyone's around to see me anyways." Though I appreciated her foresight nonetheless.
“Who knows, maybe those kids are still snooping around," Sam snerked. “Let's not risk it, I'm not quite kinky enough to be parading you around like that." She ducked down between her legs and gave herself a few licks, under my shameless stare. She met my gaze and swallowed. “Perv!" she accused playfully.
“Would you prefer it if I didn't watch?" I rolled up the sleeping pad and tucked it under my arm. Sam got up and helped me fold up the tarp.
“You already know the answer to that." We grinned at each other, before setting off. The walk back seemed shorter somehow, and soon we were by Sam's car again. I quickly shoved the camping gear into the trunk and dove into the passenger seat, shivering. Sam hopped into the driver's side and started the car with a tap of her watch against the steering wheel. I twisted the heat up to max.
“Here." Sam had hooked a shirt out of the back seat with her tail.
“Th-thanks." As I was fumbling the shirt over my head I realized I was still wearing Sam's collar. “Oh do you want this back?" Sam cast an appraising eye over me.
“No, keep it on for now. I think it suits you better than me." With that incisive comment, she mounted the cushioned saddle that freed up all her paws to drive and let her see over the dash. She kicked the car into gear with the paddle shifters and pulled out. At this time of the night the lot was practically empty, and she headed straight to the exit with merry disregard for the parking slots.
“You're smiling." From my vantage point, I could see the edges of her muzzle curled upwards.
Sam kept her eyes on the road, but spared me a quick glance. “Can't a girl enjoy driving?" she asked, without heat. We turned into a quiet access road winding its way out of the park.
“You're grinning even more now." Her ears were standing straight up, her tail tip flicking contentedly. “What's up? You look like you got into the cream."
“That's speciest," she deflected.
After a few seconds, I prodded her again. “Well?"
“Oh, nothing," she giggled uncharacteristically. “You're just really cute when you're subby, you know? Hopefully we can do it again sometime?"
In response, I leaned over and lay my head against her side, and rested it there all the way home, her purr rumbling against me.