Zakcat's Ambush
Zakcat's Ambush
by theonehowl
He waited behind the bushes, lurking like a predatorial tiger but in the body of a nimble, dark-furred feline. His cocky smile spread across the thin line of his lips, and the tendrils at his backside curled up and equipped themselves like locked-in springs. The edge of anticipation called out like no other force and paralleled his deep hunger to satisfy the urges he couldn't resist.
The one he hungered for came into view, strolling along in the park's pathway and blissfully unaware of malicious intents. The weasel, the feline's target, had a pleasant smile, bright blue eyes, and looked finely dressed with a long sleeve white shirt and khaki shorts. He approached the bush Zak crouched behind, just until his backside came into view of the sternly fixed cat eyes.
With wicked speed and twisted smile, Zak sprouted the tentacles and unleashed all six on every wrist, ankle, and mouth they could wrap around. The weasel only had a moment to gasp in surprise before each tendril coiled and fastened tight on each limb. In just seconds, Zak had the upper paw and began containing the struggles till the weasel resembled an incomplete pretzel, arms crossed behind the back and legs spread with the feet facing the sky.
The weasel reclined back with no volition of his own, completely in the grips of Zak's powerful web. There, he saw the evil-smirking feline towering upward in his upside down vision, the innocently blue eyes doing all the speaking while his muffled muzzle couldn't... a fearful trust hid underneath the weasel's little struggles.
Zak stared back into his captured prey with proud and malicious eyes, running his paws over the weasel's cream colored chest and feeling the soft fur against his pads. He watched the bright blue eyes gazing up vulnerably, causing him to flex the hold his tentacles had, shed their physical power on the weasel's limbs and mouth. It caused a fearful flinch from his bound victim. Just looking at the adorable, helpless sight brought on the heat in his loins, shivering to the delightful sensation.
The need was too great to put this off any longer.
With an expert, fluid motion, the tentacles took their captive and reversed the position till the helpless weasel dangled by his wrists like a guilty thief. One tendril swooped around both wrists, as the other spared its grip and hovered in need of a new purpose. It wasted no time by creeping under the weasel's shirt and mercilessly applied its hair thin endings to bring the nipples on his chest standing at attention. The tormented weasel made a high pitched whine in his throat for every second the thin vein toyed with his tits. His head twisted against the muffling appendage which concealed the desperate panting and surprised cries.
Zak reached his paw around and fondled the obvious bulge pressing out against the weasel's pants, delighted by the throbbing response to his touch. His fingers played and teased the girth of the khaki indention, bringing out more splendid agonizing moans under the tentacle's restraint. He continued to torture the helpless creature with the light, pleasurable strokes of his paw pads until an unmissable wet spot formed at the zipper's front. He noticed the unmistakable blush above Laban's widely splayed muzzle.
He moved his paws and undid the weasel's pants, stripping them down and draping them on helpless tendril-bound ankles. He felt the warm thickness in one paw, gently giving the sensitive flesh a couple of strokes and enlisting more muffled moaning, more pitiful struggles against the binds. They both knew the hold was unbreakable. The intense heated throbbing of the weasel's dick reassured Zak unbreakable binds was exactly what his victim wanted.
Pants down and the rear exposed, Zak's tentacles coupled the helpless fur closer to his body where his own naked, hard shaft shoved snuggly between the weasel's cheeks. Zak's fur warmed and seduced Laban's backside. The feline purred and let his other paw curl claws lightly through the male's side upon hearing the weasel fully broken and powerless, eager to give his thick warmth to an equally eager back door.
The dark-furred feline nudged his blunt muzzle along the ears, right above where a cord of tentacle resisted the whimpers his weasel made. His breath heavy and warm as his words oozed over the folded back ears.
"You want it?" The weasel's head nodded in the gagging tentacle's restraint, brushing against Zak's fur and stiff whiskers. The feline pulled his length back for the piercing blow. The thick tip nestled against the tight opening and waited, sending the bound victim into a fit of needy moans. "You neeeed it?"
"Yrrrm!" The weasel's nostrils flared with the exertion, convincing the feline that he needed it.
The pre-moistened tip lathered the rear pucker before spreading the opening. The submissive ring swallowed down Zak's length as he pressed himself slowly inside. He held on tight to the wiggling weasel's hips and sucked in a breath, controlling the initiating plunge as the tightness tempted him to move faster. He buried to the hilt between plump ass cheeks, panting and hugging on dearly to his prey's hips for a moment. The binding tendrils' squeeze tightened and matched the sensation of Zak's cock deeply buried in the soft folds.
When he pulled away, he moaned in tune with the plundered and groaning fur under his arrest, and again after giving full shove and bringing himself back inside the soft, blissful wall's grip. His long strides and loud vocation shortened into a steady rhythm in moments, making the whole weasel's body bounce in the slings of his bonds, only to be pulled back by needy paws into another thrust.
The free promiscuous tentacle left the nipples alone It wrapped around the weasel's jutting member and acted like a teasing ring, one that would let the bouncing momentum drive the hard length through its smoothed-surface circlet. Laban'a head fell back as his body completely and utterly shut down and yielded itself to the feline's advantage, becoming a living sex doll to be played with by the pleasures of his master.
Zak felt the rising tide bearing down as his fingers dug into the furred hips. He pressed harder, grinding all his need into the supple ass at his mercy. He couldn't hold back much longer, finding it difficult to pass up the chance to mark his mate with a helping of his musky seed..
"Laban... I'm- ungh!" Zak doubled his desperate thrusts as his cock came and coated the weasel's insides, lathering the hole with each milking hump that followed. The loosened passage bit down with soft folds as the weasel muffled something and began spurting his own climax, raining the grass and bushes with excited dribbles of white.
Zak held his weasel close, his front quarters seamlessly pressed against the ravaged buttocks. He breathed in deeply and let himself drain the last of his desire inside the firmly clenched walls. He felt even more content at the sight of weasel cum planted around the bush he used earlier to hide in. He clasped his paws together at the weasel's front in a warm embrace as his tentacles, in turn, pulled Laban's arms forward, down until they hugged the feline's paws back. They both settled into the warm, calm after-glow peacefully.
Suddenly, Zak whipped the tentacle-wrapped weasel around, as the tendril in his mouth withdrew and shoved the back of the weasel's head forward, slamming their lips and tongue into a sudden kiss. His tongue ravaged the other with more tender passion, mimicking his body from earlier. His arms clutched the weasel's body close as he slipped down to the grass, behind those very bushes. Just in time, as an elderly otter couple holding paws passed by the bushes on route to find their grandchildren near the jungle bar area. They looked to each other with perked ears upon hearing the wet sounds of kissing, but let it slide as a sign to move on rather than investigate, leaving two naked, sticky individuals to themselves in the private confines of the hedges.
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