Absolute Pleasure (part 1)
#1 of Absolute Pleasure
I felt Master's claws push at the back of my neck, scraping along the collar as he pressed my nose against the soft white fur of his abdomen and burying the head of his cock deep in my throat. He was finally cl...
I didn't get time to react this round, the warm viscous goo shot straight into me. My eyes flashed open and I swallowed again and again as he growled above me loudly. His grip tightened and for a moment I worried about when he might let me breathe again. Finally he pushed my head back an inch and began filling my maw with wave after wave, wanting me to have the taste linger for the morning. I closed my eyes as my tail whipped about behind me.
"Unnnngh," he groaned, panting. "I told you I'd give you a good breakfast..." His crystal blue eyes sparkled as he pet my head and let go of my scruff. He seemed to debate whether or not to feed me more, but eventually pulled out completely, slipping his softening shaft from between the bars of my kennel.
I watched him as he wandered off to get the key to unlock the door to get me out. I'd never known a snow leopard before we had met, nor met another since, so I have no idea if he is typical or not. Regardless, his rather-fit 6' frame was certainly appealing. His white coat nicely decorated with light grey spots. When he moved, his long thick tail swayed slowly behind him, letting him move silently.
My own light red tail (with white tip) wagged as he unlocked the kennel. "Since it's your birthday, and we have the day off, I'll let you pick out what you want to wear. Well, from your closet, anyways. No, wait, maybe I'll keep you as a feral today, nice and naked." He gave me a lascivious grin as he stared at my small 5' frame. It wasn't that odd for non-feral cats and dogs to end up falling in love, but I could swear he had a border collie fetish. He held out a single digit and traced the line where my light cream fur met with the white of my chest, slowly dragging it down towards my waist. I gave him a hopeful look, tail slowing down in anticipation.
"Nah, I have a better idea," He purred as he took ahold of my collar and dragged me to my closet. "Whatever makes my bitch leak the most will be the outfit for the day. And night." I blushed to the ends of my nose and shook my head, paws quickly covering my sheath. "Eek! W-woah, wait! You c-can't be serious!" My protest was legitimate, but even just the threat of such a 'torture' already had my shaft pulsing.
Master let out an exaggerated sigh before tugging on my collar a bit harder, flashing those beautiful fangs that I wanted to lick so badly, "Sheesh. You and your whining. Maybe I'll need to take you out gagged. Just think back to how you were when I first met you. You LOVE that I corrupted you. Now trust me, you want this more than I do. No, wait. Hrm. Maybe. Depending on what you pick out." He winked again.
I shivered and felt a bit of wetness hit my paw. Half of me hated how much I loved his 'threats'. But I found my mind wandering back to how we first met...