Liepard Love Bites
Story by Flameling on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
Liepard Love Bites
By flameling
Artwork by Aesthryl
Thanks to Coldstone for editing
When Sam got home from work, she stalked resolutely to our threadbare couch before throwing herself over its arm. From my viewpoint, I could see a pair of yellow furred hindlegs hanging off the ground, with her purple tail drooping limply between them. The liepard had stuffed her head into the throw pillow with her forelegs splayed out in front of her.
I sat down beside her, giving the prone feline a pat on the head. “Rough day at work?" Sam emitted an incoherent grunt, somehow managing to simultaneously convey frustration and exhaustion. “Your eloquence is as always, unparalleled," I deadpanned, only half joking.
“I hate meetings." The initial complaint was muffled by the pillow, before she lifted her head and glared at me. “I hate all the stupid bullshit we do that isn't coding. Why does my job title say that I'm a software developer but 90% of what I do is just random crap?" She groaned and smushed her face aggressively into the couch. “Fuck work," snarled the liepard spitefully.
“Fuck work," I said agreeably. My work week had been boring, though that also meant it had been undemanding. “But at least it's Friday? We can throw on a movie after we make dinner." It had become a ritual for us to hang out and unwind after the work week.
Sam and I had gone to college together, halfway across the country. Though we hadn't been particularly close in school, she and I agreed to be roommates after we had gotten jobs in the same city. Sam landed a well-paying role in big tech and I got a position as an office administrator for a smaller regional firm. Half a year later, we had settled into a comfortable rhythm of co-inhabitance. Sam would occasionally bitch and moan about the soul-sucking grind of being a code mankey. In turn, I would share how my clients could never make their minds up on what they wanted from me. It was, I thought, a fairly constructive arrangement.
Sam crawled forward, dragging her legs over the arm of the couch. “I don't want to cook." She rolled despondently to gaze up at the ceiling. “Now would be a good time for dinner to manifest itself." She stared pointedly at the kitchen counter, upside down. The universe quite unreasonably refused to spontaneously create food on demand. “Ughhhh," Sam groaned, “adulting is way too much work."
I smirked and gave her a condescending ruffle of her head fur. “Starving is always an option for the lazy." Her response was to encase my hand in a cage of teeth, biting gently. I froze, my heart suddenly pounding. Not out of fear, exactly; Sam had played similar games before and not once had she drawn blood. But it always stirred a primal rush of adrenaline; forced the abrupt awareness that the liepard was a predator. And that thought left me a little breathless.
Sam released my hand. “The emergency food supply is fattening up nicely. Though if he keeps sassing me, I might decide to dig in a little early. Won't have to cook tonight if I did." She stared at me meaningfully. I shook off the paralysis and laughed a little breathily. To cover it up I wiped my hand off on her tail like it was a rag. She flicked it out of my grasp.
Rallying my dignity, I walked over to the grocery bags on the counter. “I picked up some ingredients for butter chicken on the way home. We can put on some rice and have leftovers for a few days. You'll have to save me for a rainy day."
“You could serve to develop better marbling anyways," she opined gravely. “I'll spare you for now."
We split cooking duties. Sam sat on a stool dissecting some chicken thighs with her claws, and I stood at the stove stirring some onions in the pan. “Do you ever think about how much time we spend on food? And then you eat it and it's gone? All that work, literally down the drain," I mused idly, adding in some garlic and ginger.
Sam snorted derisively. “That's awfully reductive, don't you think? You'd literally die without food. That's more than enough to give cooking meaning beyond 'Eat to shit'." She tossed some cubed chicken thighs into the bowl of yogurt marinade. “Besides, I don't want to hear it from the person who picked up fresh ingredients for butter chicken when the store sells frozen butter chicken. Heck, if you really thought food was that meaningless, you'd be drinking that nutritionally complete smoothie crap for all your meals."
I raised my hand in surrender. “Alright, alright. Just going straight for the throat, huh?"
She turned towards me and snarled playfully, showing off needle sharp fangs. “With an argument as weak as that it's only merciful to put it out of its misery quickly." She whacked my face with her tail. “No need to prolong its suffering. I'm done with the chicken by the way." Sam hopped off the stool, and in a show of balance as awkward as it was impressive, managed to hop on her hind legs to the sink without touching her forepaws to the floor. Turning on the tap with a foot pedal, she rinsed the meat off her paws.
I put the bowl off to the side to marinate as I dumped some spices into the pan. As the fragrant aromas filled the room, I peeled open a can of tomatoes and dumped it into the pan. After turning up the heat to bring it to a simmer, I stepped away. “Not much for us to do for a bit. Maybe you can pick out something to watch?" I suggested casually.
Our apartment had an open floor plan, and it was only a few steps from the kitchen to the area we had designated as our living room. Nonetheless, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Sam stalked across the room, admiring the casual grace with which she hopped onto the couch and fired up the streaming site. I turned back to the stove before she noticed my attentions.
After scrolling for a few minutes, Sam settled on a drama about some wild-born Pokémon saving up to leave their reservation. She queued it up for when we finished cooking and returned to sear her marinated chicken cubes. I moved her stool over to the stove and she hopped on, snagging and flipping chicken pieces with her claws as I blended the sauce. It all came together quickly from then, and before long we were both parked on the couch with bowls of butter chicken ladled over rice. It had turned out quite nicely - creamy and savory - and both of us wolfed it down with indecent haste.
When the episode ended, Sam stacked her bowl on top of mine and grasped the stack in her jaws. She padded into the kitchen and deposited the dishes into the sink before returning to the couch. This time she hopped onto the middle cushion and eyed me hesitantly. I was about to ask her what she was doing when she seemed to make up her mind. She took another step, closing the gap between us, and leaned against my side, resting her head on my shoulder.
I stiffened reflexively. Sam had never been averse to physical contact, but most of the time her touches were casual or pragmatic. Not like this. This was… intimate, or at least affectionate, and surprisingly vulnerable. It was a departure from our usual banter, a step over the invisible boundaries we had set for ourselves. I shook off the moment of paralysis. Hesitantly, I moved my arm to wrap around her slender waist, holding her against my side.
I didn't realize she had been holding her breath until she released it in a long sigh. As my fingers slid through her fur she relaxed against me, moving her head deeper along my shoulder to tuck against my neck.
“Sam…" I started to speak, but she hushed me with a tail tip against my mouth.
“Shhh," she whispered. “Let's just see where this goes, ok? You don't mind this right?"
“No, this is fine." My heartbeat quickened as I tilted my cheek to nuzzle against her head. “This is nice."
By now the sun had set. From our mid-rise apartment window, we could just see a smear of orange embers painted across the horizon. Yet neither of us were inclined to get up and turn on the lights. We let the glow of the television illuminate the room as darkness slowly crept up the walls. I brought my free hand across to scratch gently at her chin, tracing the lines of her jaw bone. Sam rumbled a low growling purr of approval.
Through some silent accord, we both agreed to call it quits after the next episode of the show. In a comfortable silence, we sat together in the dark, my fingers raking through her fur rhythmically. “It's getting late," I remarked neutrally. Sam slipped off my shoulder and shuffled on the couch to lay her forelegs across my lap. She buried her head against my chest and spoke into my shirt.
“It's comfortable though." She looked like nothing more than an overgrown lap cat, spilling off my legs. “Stay a while longer?"
I cradled the back of her head with one hand, holding her against my body. With the other, I ran long stroking pets along her back. Watching her in the dark - feeling Sam's plush fur beneath my fingers, hearing the soft rumble of her purr - I felt a deep yearning for more, to make the moment last. The question that had been simmering in the back of my mind since she snuggled against me bubbled up in my mouth. As dusk yielded to night, I ruminated on the words, masticating them into different forms before giving up on eloquence. “Do you," I paused and swallowed to wet my suddenly dry throat. “Do you want to go cuddle in bed?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt my stomach drop out beneath me - that uniquely nauseating feeling of free fall you get when you've verbally thrown yourself off a cliff without knowing whether you have a parachute or not. Sure, Sam had initiated earlier, but moving things to the bedroom would unambiguously take us beyond the bounds of mere friendship. There was no plausible deniability of platonic cuddling when it happened in bed, and I still didn't know how far Sam had intended to take this. But before I could flounder and try to take back my words, Sam caught me.
“I'd like that." She raised her head and met my eyes, blinking slowly. “I think I'd like that a lot."
And suddenly my stomach returned to its usual place, and I even had the wherewithal to reply with a feeble, “Cool!"
Sam got off my lap and stretched, flicking her tail up to whack my face. “C'mon, your room. Your bed is bigger." She sauntered off with her tail lazily flicking behind her.
Unfortunately, since we were “adulting," we didn't get to hop into bed right away. There were dishes to do and the curry to put away, and after that I wanted to take a shower and brush my teeth. Sam split off to her room after helping with the dishes to groom as well. I usually slept naked, but for the night I picked out some sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. I was sitting against the headboard scrolling on my phone, wondering whether Sam had changed her mind when I heard the door creak open.
“Hey, sorry I took a bit." She padded over to the side of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then hopped on. H er fur looked luxuriously sleek, every inch of her pelt groomed into plush velvet.
“How do you want to do this?" Sam looked at me for a moment, before walking onto my lap. Balancing herself side-straddle across my thighs, she sat down and leaned her body against my chest, tucking her head against my neck and resting her chin onto my shoulder. I put the phone down on the nightstand and wrapped my arms around her, stroking her back.
She gave a small sigh before melting against me. “This is nice," she murmured into my neck, the soft yellow fur around her muzzle tickling lightly. I hummed a note of agreement before leaning over to rest my cheek against her head. We stayed there like that for quite a while, just enjoying the softness of her fur as I ran my fingers through it, the comforting weight of her body pressed against mine. Sam snuck her tail behind my back, wrapping the fluffy end around us.
A few minutes later Sam disentangled herself from our embrace. “No point cuddling in bed if we don't get to lie down." She nudged me with a forepaw. “Lie on your back," she directed. I slid down to rest my head on the pillow. My shirt rode up, and Sam obligingly hooked a paw under the hem and pulled it back down.
Sam languidly stepped over me, then draped herself along my torso. Despite our height difference, her torso was roughly the same length as mine. It had her hind legs splayed out on either side of my thighs, while her forelegs rested on my upper chest. Her face filled my view, her emerald eyes gleaming in the lamp light.
“You know, I've been hoping this would happen for a while." I laughed a little hesitantly. “I… I'm glad we're doing this."
Sam snorted. “You think I haven't noticed you sneaking looks at me? I kept waiting for you to make a move."
“I thought I was being subtle!" I protested. “And I wasn't sure you were interested, you're always so casual."
“Well, consider me interested." Sam smirked. “It's nice to be the one looking down on you for once. I could get used to this, I think."
“If this," I wrapped my arms around her, “is how you're going to achieve that, I'm certainly not complaining." I squeezed her gently, eliciting a pleased sigh from the liepard. Sam curled her forelegs around my shoulders in return and nuzzled my cheek. We ended up nose to nose, eyes locked together.
A heartbeat passed, a moment of tension electric and tingling. Whether I leaned forward first or whether it was Sam that initiated, I couldn't say. But before I realized it, my lips were pressed to her muzzle and we were kissing.
It wasn't like kissing another human. Liepards don't have flexible lips like humans do, so there wasn't a seal or suction. But I pressed my lips to the front of her muzzle, feeling how the short fur gave way to the slick flesh of her lips. As I drew back, Sam's barbed tongue flicked out to give me a rasping lick over my lips, making me flinch .
“Our first kiss and already using tongue?" I teased.
Her eyes danced with mischief. “I'm not gonna just sit still and let you have all the fun." A paw moved to my forehead, pushing my head back into the pillow. Sam leaned down again, her tongue pressing insistently at my lips until I parted them to allow her entry. She pressed her advantage, running her rough tongue lightly along the insides of my lips. The sensation on my sensitive flesh sent a shiver down my spine, and I shuddered beneath her.
Not to be outdone, I sent my tongue questing forwards, entangling it with hers. The barbs on the upper surface of her tongue were almost overwhelming when licked in one direction, but the other produced a strangely ticklish sensation that wasn't unpleasant.
One of my hands strayed to the back of her head, holding her to me even as she held me in place with the paw on my forehead. When we separated, we were both a little breathless. Seconds later, we were back at it again, this time more fervently and with more purpose. The sinuous, slick dance of our tongues stoked a smoldering, breathless passion that had me clutching her body to mine. I felt myself hardening and no doubt Sam did too, pressed as I was against her, but she didn't move away or comment on it.
Our make out session turned heated, the involuntary squirming of her body against mine teasing me to a throbbing stiffness. I couldn't help but buck into her, futilely probing for more pressure. When even that wasn't enough, I rolled us over and pinned Sam beneath the weight of my body, supporting myself with my arms.
“Fuck," I panted.
Sam was also breathing heavily, and there was a wicked sparkle in her eyes. She pulled me down on top of her, muttering “c'mere you," and sought my lips again with hers. Letting her pull me back into the kiss, I was treated to the sound of her moaning into my mouth when I gave a hard grind against her groin. Gratified, I followed up with another, blindly seeking her slit. When my fumbling thrusts found a damp warmth against my cock that I could feel even through the layer of cloth between us, Sam cried out and arched her back against me.
“Ok, ok… oh fuck," she gasped. “Hold on a minute."
Reluctantly, I pulled away. “Should I stop?"
She hesitated visibly, before pulling me flush against her. My face ended up on the pillow next to her, and she turned to whisper in my ear. “Let's take it a little slower. I don't want today to be about getting off. I don't mind a little bit of this," she gave a gentle thrust of her hips against mine, “but I don't want it to be just that, you know what I mean?"
I nodded slowly. “I think so. Just let me know if we go too far, ok?" She nodded. I started with familiar territory, giving Sam a gentle kiss which she returned gladly. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, a rapid, excited beat racing my own. I ran my hands down her sides feeling out the lithe lines of her body, lingering on the pleasing taper of her waist. Through my hands I could feel the soft rumbling of the purrs drawn forth under my attentions.
Much as I was enjoying the kissing and cuddling, I couldn't help but be distracted by our position. I was still on top of her, her legs straddling my hips. Though still covered by my sweatpants, my cock was still pressed up against her nethers, and our break from humping had done nothing to lessen my arousal. Sam had said that she wasn't opposed to a little grinding, so to test the waters again I gave a shallow thrust against her.
A quiet gasp against my mouth broke our kiss , but no word of reproach followed. Emboldened, I nuzzled into the fluff of her neck. Another gentle grind had a soft moan sounding against my ear. I settled into a slow rhythm of small thrusts, while kissing and nibbling at her neck. Sam tilted her head back, tacitly giving me access to her throat and I took full advantage of her vulnerability.
A chance thrust once again had me pressed up against her slit and she let loose a low groan of gratification. This time Sam didn't reign me in. Admittedly, our more leisurely pace bore little resemblance to the fevered rutting from earlier. I kept my erection nestled against her folds, but restrained myself to a slow, undulating grind. A whimper escaped Sam's jaws, which turned into a luxuriating moan as I continued to work my hips against her.
The arm that wasn't propping me up I kept busy stroking along her body, occasionally raking my fingers through her fur. I alternated between capturing her lips in heated kisses and nipping at her neck and ears. Sam was progressively getting more and more vocal as teased her, singing an aria of heated cries. Despite her earlier words, it was clear that she was getting quite worked up, and faster than I was. I kept to the spirit of our agreement though, and pulled away from her.
Her cry of frustration was accompanied by her hind legs pulling me back towards her. “W… Why'd you stop?" she stammered. Sam looked at me with pleading eyes, all but begging me to keep going.
“Well," I drawled, “I vaguely recall someone saying she didn't want tonight to be about getting off." Leaning over to put my mouth next to her ear, I whispered smugly, “And it looked like you were pretty close to getting off."
If liepards could blush Sam would probably be red as a tomato. As it was, she settled for hiding her face behind her paws. “Fuck," she said without rancor, “you're right."
Seeing an opportunity, I pressed my advantage. “Right as in we should cool down a little? Or are you admitting that I almost got you off just by dry humping like teenagers?" Seeing Sam speechless was a rare treat, though it only lasted a moment before she kicked me off her. I fell sprawling onto my back. Before I could gather myself, Sam was pinning me down.
“You know what?" She had a different snarl for when she was being playful, and it was that one that she hissed into my ear. “I was almost tempted to throw out the rules and let you do whatever you wanted to me. But it looks like someone couldn't help but get mouthy and needs to be punished."
I had to admit, I couldn't help but find the prospect more exciting than discouraging. “Oh no, I'm so concerned." My voice dripped insincerity. “And what terrible punishment have I called onto my head?"
A slow smirk crept onto Sam's muzzle. “Nothing," she declared triumphantly.
“Nothing?" I frowned. “That doesn't sound like a punishment." The moment the words left my lips, Sam's smirk widened into a toothy grin.
“Then you don't mind if we just lie down and cuddle for the rest of the night? You won't try any funny business or try to get off?"
I squinted at her. “If you don't want to do something you know I'll respect that Sam."
“Promise?" she pushed.
“Promise," I said dubiously.
Sam flopped down onto me, and we were back where we started with her lying on top of my chest. “Mmm so let's just cuddle and you can pet my back." She nuzzled her face against mine. I was still suffering a bit of whiplash from the sudden turnabout, a bit uncertain of where she was taking things, and still rock hard. I ignored all of that and obliged her though, running one hand after another down her back.
Perhaps Sam sincerely just wanted some chaste cuddling, and was using this 'punishment' as an excuse to slow the pace? The devious glint in her eyes seemed to indicate that some game was afoot, but I couldn't see how going back to cuddling tied into anything. Petting her was soothing though, and I found myself less worried about when the other shoe was going to drop. Eventually, the fatigue of the day caught up to me, and I found the warmth and comfort lulling me to sleep. Naturally, this was when Sam shifted on top of me and ran a hindpaw along my now-flacid length.
I was immediately wide awake. “Oh? So this is your game?"
“No idea what you're talking about." Sam gave me her best look of innocence. The liepard's “masked" face was ill-suited to that purpose, and she just came across as insincere. Sam stroked my cock again, feeling me quickly rise back to attention. “We're just cuddling. You get to pet me, and I get to pet you back. It's only fair."
“I thought we weren't going to do any more funny business?"
“You," she emphasized smugly, “promised not to do any more funny business. I didn't promise you anything. Not that we're doing anything right now," she hastened to clarify, her hind paw pressed against my glans through my sweatpants and rubbing urgent circles.
“Uh huh." Her efforts were bearing fruit, and after all the teasing of the night I was quick to excite. Sam alternated between languidly stroking her paws up and down my shaft and teasing the head with some focused attention. Throughout it all she maintained the nonchalant facade, casually lounging on top of me as if nothing inappropriate were happening at all.
For a moment I debated trying to wrestle some control back over the situation. I doubted Sam would hold it against me – the promise had certainly been extracted from me in bad faith, and it was more of a tool to tease me with than anything serious. But then again, who was I to complain about getting a paw job? If anything, I was getting the better end of the bargain here.
And we were quite close to fulfilling that bargain. Wrapping my arms around Sam I let out a groan. “Fuck, Sam, I'm close." Above me, Sam perked up.
“Are you now?" Her voice was a velvet-smooth purr, deep and enticing. “All worked up just from cuddling?" she taunted me.
“Yes!" I hissed. “And you and I both know we're doing a lot more than cuddling."
Sam snorted. “Well, that's a matter of opinion," she sidestepped. “Regardless we can't have that happening, can we?" After one last feather soft stroke over my cock that nearly took me over the edge, she moved her paw off of me entirely, leaving me needy and panting. She settled back onto my chest, eyes teasing and taunting me.
“That's cruel," I breathed. One of my hands started to make its way lower before Sam pinned it to the mattress with one of her forepaws.
“You also promised you wouldn't try to get off." The smug feline had thought through everything, it seemed. Sam leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I'd say turnabout is fair play, since you left me hanging as well."
I squirmed beneath her restlessly, desperately, before going limp. “That's fair, I guess," I conceded reluctantly. “But what do we do then? Not that this isn't fun in its own way, but I'm not sure where the boundaries are anymore."
Sam chuckled on top of me sheepishly. “I… sort of went a bit further than I thought I was going to. I might have gotten a little carried away." She sat up and gave her chest a few licks, grooming self-consciously. “I don't want you to think I'm leading you on or anything. I do want you, and soon," she said with a startling degree of honesty, “but I just wanted tonight to be… lower stakes, I guess."
I pulled her back down against me and gave her a hug. “I don't mind that Sam, I really don't," I reassured her. “I just don't want to make you uncomfortable."
“No, no, you haven't," Sam interjected. “Look, you teased me, I teased you back. Let's say we're even, and maybe we can just go back to cuddling?"
I looked at her doubtfully. “Not that I'm opposed or anything, but you literally said that a moment ago."
Sam snorted, before licking me on the lips. “Hush, you'll like this. Turn off the lights, will you?" Sam rolled off of me and I twisted to turn off the lamp on my nightstand, plunging the room into darkness. When I turned back, she was lying on her side facing away from me. “Well, come on, spoon me."
I took the cue, and shuffled in behind her, slipping an arm beneath her neck. “Closer," she demanded. I draped my free arm across her, pulling her back against my chest. Sam purred deeply. “Closer." She wiggled her hinds against me as a hint. I used a small sidle of my lower body to close the distance between our hips, pressing myself against her. Sam's only response was to give a small gasp, followed by pushing herself back against me. “That's it, nice and slow now."
This time I knew the assignment. The next grind was deep and lingering, a pleasure savored in sips. Each thrust that followed was measured and patient, but no less heated for it. I clutched Sam to my chest, our hips gyrating in tandem in an erotic dance of pleasure. And though we worked each other into a horny tangle of limbs, we were both holding back. Neither of us were reaching for release. Instead, we embraced the tease and delighted in the quiet gasps and murmured sighs of our mutual pleasure.
Several times when I found myself pulsating with barely contained pleasure, I drew back and took a breather. To my unvoiced satisfaction, Sam also needed to take a break a few times. After an indeterminate amount of time passed by in an aroused haze, we found our intensity flagging. Insistent grinding gave way to gentle circles of our hips against each other and soon the simple comfort of a warm body pressed against me started lulling me into dozing.
Sam sleepily turned and caught my mouth in a mellow kiss. “Thank you," she breathed as our lips parted. “I know you wanted a little more, but I'm happy that you let me have this. I won't make you wait long – I promise."
“I enjoyed it too." I pressed a small smile against the back of her head. “Good night, Sam."
“G'night."
When I awoke, it was light out. Pale mid-morning sunlight was streaming through the blinds. Sam shifted in my arms and turned to face me. “Hi," she purred.
“Mornin'. Did you sleep well?"
“Mmm I was very comfy." Sam stretched, arching her back.
“No regrets, I hope?" I asked, propping myself up onto my arm. I was pretty sure she had enjoyed spending the night as much as I had, but I felt compelled to ask.
“Nope." She smirked. “It's not like we did anything."
“We should try not doing anything again," I said hopefully. She snorted and whacked me in the face with her tail.
“We will," she said with comforting certainty. “Next Friday, though. You know what they say about too much of a good thing." Sam seemed disinclined to explain any further of her own volition, but I could wait a week. She wasn't second guessing spending the night, and she didn't seem upset. That was enough for me.
She pushed me back down with a paw on my chest. “For now, though, we can cuddle a bit longer."
And I certainly wasn't going to complain about that.
The week went by much too slowly. Sam didn't act any differently, except perhaps being a little more affectionate. She was busy a lot of the time with a work project deadline, and was working long hours into the night. She'd come home for dinner and log back in to continue coding. Instead of a keyboard, she used a pair of large joysticks where different combinations of tilt directions corresponded to different keys. Despite her obvious stress, she still snuck a few moments here and there to demand head scratches. She wasn't acting distant by any measure, but all the time she spent swearing creatively at code bugs didn't really give much room for intimacy.
I kept myself busy with my usual hobbies, going to play board games one night, and cooking for a few other nights. But it still seemed too long before we found ourselves on the couch again the next Friday. Out of an enduring respect for tradition, Sam had repeated her performance of flinging herself over the arm of the couch and stuffing her face into the pillows as soon as she got home.
“Ughhh fuck work," she mumbled despondently into the cushion. I hummed an agreeable note from the other side of the couch. To be honest I was pretty tired out myself, but I wasn't going to let that get in the way of more intimacy. “At least I got this stupid project done on time. Though they'll probably turn around and decide that they didn't need it in the first place in a month or two. But that's not my problem at least."
I reached over to pet her head. “And it's Friday, so no work for the weekend. And we have leftovers, so we don't even need to cook today. We should put something on to watch." Sam unburied her head from the cushion and climbed fully onto the couch. She pounced, planting her paws on my shoulders.
“Oh? Watch something?" she purred silkily. “Was that all you had in mind for tonight?" Her eyes met mine with a wicked gleam in them. “Hmm? I do vaguely recall promising to do something with you today."
I hadn't expected her to be so forward, or so teasing. Caught off guard, I could only muster a stuttering defense. “W… well, I was also looking forward to… well, 'not doing anything', as you put it."
Sam kept looking at me, maintaining her intense eye contact. She smirked, tilting her head to the side before leaning in and pressing a smoldering lick against my neck, her barbed tongue rasping against my flesh. I sharply inhaled, feeling her muzzle brush against my cheek. “I think that after this shitty week," Sam murmured heatedly, “I deserve quite a bit more than nothing." Her warm breath against my ear sent a tingle running all the way down my spine.
“But," she suddenly declared in a bright tone, “dinner first!" She hopped off the couch and sauntered towards the kitchen, tail held high and arched over her back. It gave me a very clear, and surely very deliberate view of the line of flesh nestled between her hind legs. While it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before, the way she so blatantly put herself on display made the sight much sexier than a casual glimpse.
I was struck momentarily speechless, before managing to exclaim, “You minx! What was that? Where did that come from?"
Sam paused, then sat down, curling her tail around her forepaws. She daintily lifted a paw and gave the fur a slow grooming, running her tongue along her paw. “You like?" she asked slyly. She paused, her paw held in the air, then broke character and started sniggering. “Okay, I'll admit I've been planning that out for days. You should have seen the look on your face though; your eyes looked like they were going to pop out of your head."
“Oh, hah." I got up, vaguely miffed at the joke at my expense. “Good joke." I started to also walk to the kitchen when Sam reared up and put her paws on my chest, stopping me.
“Oh, I wasn't joking," she said, meeting my eyes. “I've had a shit week and I'm getting laid tonight, and so are you." She pushed off of me and landed back onto the floor. “Promise. You can hold me to it. Now help me heat up the food, you know I can't work the microwave."
After that, you could say I was more than a little impatient, but I managed to play it cool. We watched another episode of the show while eating dinner and as soon as it ended Sam shut off the TV. The room plunged into twilight. “I want dessert." She pinned my eyes with her stare. She had gotten up and was standing on the couch again, hackles raised in a pretty convincing threat display.
“Somehow I'm getting the feeling that the ice cream in the freezer isn't what you're looking for here."
“Guess you're not too old to be learning new tricks," she purred. Her paws trailed down my body, running along my chest, over my stomach, and grazing over the hardening stiffness in my pants gently. With a twist of her paw, she somehow hooked the pull of my zipper with a claw and was slowly drawing it down. At the same time, she leaned forward and gently bit my neck. My field of view filled with her mischievous eyes, feeling her paws move from the zipper to the button of my pants. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could guess well enough as I felt them navigate the button. A movement of her paw, then another… then another fumbling attempt…
“You… can't really undo buttons with paws that easily, can you?" I blushed with some sort of empathetic embarrassment. Sam snarled wordlessly.
“Arceus damned buttons!" she hissed against my throat. She gave one more abortive attempt at undoing my pants before giving up. Releasing my neck, she pushed me back against the couch again. “Well, Mr. Opposable Thumbs, why don't you give me a hand and put those fingers to use, huh?" It took only a moment for me to process her words before I felt myself smirk. I had a better idea. I brought my hands down, but instead of undoing my pants I ran my hand along Sam's belly, curving my fingers to cup between her hind legs.
Sam gasped softly, then melted against me with a moan as I ran a finger along the soft, slick exposed flesh. The fur around her slit was already damp and matted with her arousal, and her lips yielded easily against the press of a questing finger. As I gently slid a digit into her, Sam groaned out a wordless exclamation, limply draping herself against my body. “You're so wet," I murmured into her ear, slowly dragging my finger back out.
“Sopping." Her admission was muted, her breath hot against my neck. “I've wanted you all week," she confessed. “But it would've been too much of a distraction from my work, and there was that stupid deadline." At that point, my searching fingers found the erect nub of her clitoris, which I instantly honed in on, rubbing it with deep, hard strokes. It forced an unfamiliar mewling cry from Sam. “That's not fair. Oh Arceus!"
After a few more moments, Sam shuddered and pushed herself off me. “Come on," she said with more resolve, “help me with your pants. I wanna do you too." Unwilling to pull out of her, I used my free hand to unbutton myself. Arching my back, I pulled down my pants and boxers all at once and kicked them off. “Shirt too," she demanded. Unfortunately, I had to concede and slipped my finger free of her clutching heat to take off my shirt, but I was knuckle deep inside her again not a moment later. Sam pressed herself against my bare chest before turning her attentions lower.
I had already been achingly hard, and Sam wasted no time in nuzzling up against me. The soft fur of her cheek rubbed against my shaft as she pushed her muzzle into my crotch. In a tremendous display of flexibility, she had curled her body so that her head was in my lap while still giving my hand a comfortable angle to keep fingering her. Holding my dick with her paws, she tilted her head and dragged the underside of her tongue slowly from my base to tip, a fluid velvet heat enveloping my shaft. Unlike the barbed surface of her tongue's top side, the underside was smooth and soft, and the rush of pleasure it compelled had me clutching the seat of the couch with my free hand.
She repeated the motion, lingering teasingly on the ridge beneath my glans each time. I kept rubbing at her clit, my finger coaxing lewd, wet noises from her pussy. Sam drew back and let her warm breath wash over my tip, before slowly sinking my dick into her muzzle. In retaliation, I lined up a second finger against her slit and pushed in, feeling her walls stretch around my knuckles. Sam gave a muffled moan around my cock, but didn't stop feeding herself my length. I acutely felt the ridges of her soft palate as my head slid past each one.
We escalated, driving each other to greater heights of pleasure. Sam's slickness coated my fingers and knuckles, leaving barely any friction or resistance as I had my way with her insides. At the same time, she teased me closer and closer to the edge with each flowing plunge of her head. Just as I was nearing the brink of release, she pulled herself off of me with a gasp, before hopping off my fingers.
“Holy fuck," she panted heatedly. She straddled my thigh, and I could feel her warm slickness. “I nearly came; fingers are so good."
“Why'd we stop then?" My voice sounded a little plaintive, even to myself.
Sam caught my eyes. “I want to cum on your cock," she purred. I couldn't complain about it when she phrased it like that. “Give me a bit so I'm not so close, though." She leaned forward and pressed her muzzle against my mouth in a surprisingly chaste kiss, resting her forepaws on my chest.
I wrapped a hand around her back to hold her to me, the other capturing the back of her head to deepen the kiss. As I pressed my tongue against her lips, I felt her lick its tip teasingly, her barbs stimulating me in a surprisingly pleasurable rasp. We made out for a moment, exploring each other's mouths. I ran my tongue along the tip of her fangs, intertwined it around hers, basking in the light sensations it produced. Eventually, Sam started grinding on my leg, which seemed a bit counterproductive to her “not being so close".
“You look like you're ready," I lilted. In silent reply, Sam got off my leg, leaving a rather wet spot, and propped her paws up on my shoulders again. She raised her hips above mine and raised her tail high over her back.
“You'll have to guide me in." On the home stretch, her voice was deep and husky. I pointed my shaft at her, and she slowly eased herself back onto me. A cry escaped her as her lips spread around my head in a moist, suckling embrace. She was so wet from the foreplay that there was barely any friction, just a slippery warmth sinking down onto me until I was buried deep inside her. When we hilted, Sam shuddered and wrapped her forelegs around my neck, holding me close.
“Arceus, Sam, you feel so good." I sighed, and wrapped my arms around her as well. We shared the most intimate of embraces, entwined in each other's arms and my throbbing erection held in her sodden folds. Tilting her head up, Sam was just tall enough to capture my lips in another lingering kiss. By the time we separated, we were both breathless in anticipation. Sam had started grinding on me again, this time mashing her clit against my pubic bone.
“Now, before I was so rudely interrupted by buttons," Sam declared theatrically, “I was in the middle of something." She leaned forward to capture my neck in her jaws again. I could see a single eye glinting at me as she squeezed gently, just enough for me to feel the sharpness of her teeth against my exposed throat. A wet-sandpaper heat brushed along my flesh as she gave me a rasping lick, tasting me. A delightful shiver ran through me as she toyed with me, an exhilarating sense of vulnerability making my heart race.
At last, she leisurely raised her hips off mine with torturing deliberateness, flexing to grip every inch of my shaft. The molten, enveloping silk of her flesh slowly peeled off my rod, leaving me thrusting to return to her warmth. Sam shut that down quickly, a pawful of extended claws pressing warningly against my thigh. When she finally reached my tip, she gave a few small thrusts to pop my head in and out of the ring of muscle surrounding her entrance. Sam snarled and slammed her hips down against mine, hilting me with a rush of pure pleasure that had my back arching.
She gave me no respite, immediately falling into a fast rhythm of thrusts. I was squirming from the stimulation, weakly bucking against her to reciprocate, but my position on the couch gave me barely any leverage. When I tried anyways, Sam's hold on my throat tightened with a snarl. “Down!" she demanded without letting go of my neck, or slowing her pace. I could only hold on as she rode me hard, hands clawing into the couch cushions.
Even before Sam had started, I had already been quite worked up, and her brutal tempo had me rapidly approaching the edge again. Sam beat me to the finish though, giving one final slam of her hips before dissolving into a shuddering, jerking mess. A yowl ripped through her muzzle as she released my throat, trembling and grinding against me through her orgasm. A solid twenty seconds later she fell limp, resting her jaw on my shoulder and gasping for breath.
“That looked intense." I was quite close still, but I didn't want to disturb the moment.
“You didn't finish yet, did you?" Sam panted, trembling lightly.
I shook my head in response. “It's alright though," I started to say, but Sam cut me off with a paw on my mouth. She dipped her head and looked up at me coyly, maybe even in mild embarrassment.
“I'm really sensitive right now," she whispered in my ear, “but I think it would be really hot if you fucked me anyways. Like, if you just used my body despite how overwhelmed I get, and fucked a load deep into me." She was quickly warming to the idea, her voice turning heated. “And if I struggle, and you just held me down and had your way with me?" Her voice shook. “I think I'd cum again for you if you did," she confessed.
“Holy shit Sam," I breathed. “You're one kinky girl, aren't you?" Sam looked a touch bashful and didn't meet my eyes. That didn't stop her from curling her forelegs around my shoulders and pulling me on top of her so that we were lying on the couch lengthwise. Somehow, I managed to stay inside her, and she gasped as my balance tipped and I fell balls-deep into her again. Somewhat belatedly, I propped my weight up with my elbows on either side of her body.
“C'mon, don't make me ask twice", she pleaded, bashfully looking up at me. I drew back for a thrust, and even that motion had Sam whimpering, but I understood the assignment and didn't hesitate to drive myself back into her, falling straight into a pace as fast as hers was before. “Oh Arceus!" She gasped, arching her back sinuously. I kept humping into her regardless, hugging her close to me to still her writhing. It didn't take long for me to start feeling close again, and I sped up even more, pounding into her as fast as I could.
“Fuck it's too much," Sam gasped, bringing her paws up to push me away, but her attempts were halfhearted - token at best. I grabbed her paws and trapped them against her chest with one hand, leaning my weight onto her to press her into the seat. If anything, this turned her on even more, causing her to struggle under my hold. Her eyes met mine, wild and ardent. “Just like that! You're so good, keep fucking me, I want your cum deep in me - mppfh!" She gave a muffled exclamation as I slid a pair of fingers into her mouth, probably still tasting of her arousal from fingering her earlier. Sam didn't miss a beat, lavishing my fingers with licks and suckling on them.
All the distractions had slowed me down a little, but I picked up the pace again. At this point I was just about ready to burst from all the pent-up lust, but I drew on some hidden reserve and held back even as I roughly pounded Sam into the couch. She looked incredibly hot, held down and her head tilted to the side to service my fingers, and some dominant inner beast wanted to make her - force her - to cum on my cock regardless of what her body thought she could take.
It didn't take long – less than half a minute later she started trembling again, moaning through my fingers. Sam's orgasm finished before I got off, and I took this as my cue to let loose, sprinting for the finish line. I surged into a flurry of sharp thrusts battering at her pussy, and she melted into an oversensitive, hyperventilating mess, eyes rolling back and jaws gaping in a silent scream. The sight drove me over, and I erupted deep into her, feeling white-hot bursts of ecstasy explode through my entire body. I even managed to keep thrusting through it all just so I could see her jerk and squirm in post-coital overstimulation a little longer.
I ran out of steam all too soon though, and collapsed onto her. I gave one last grind so I'd be as deep as possible in her before I softened, Sam crying out shakily. I released her paws and gently withdrew my fingers from her mouth, her tongue snaking out to give the tips of my fingers one last lick. She limply used her paws to pull me down the rest of the way until I was lying on top of her and gave me a gentle kiss.
“Mmm…" she hummed in her afterglow. “You've ruined me," she said, sounding much too pleased about the fact. “I'm a broken liepard girl now, conquered by your dick," she announced dramatically. “Your sexual prowess has corrupted me into a mindless slut only fit to be used as you please." Her voice had risen into a proclamation. “A pussy whose only purpose is to be your pussy…"
“Don't make me shut you up with my fingers again," I interrupted, laughing. Sam sniggered too before flopping back again.
“Honestly I wouldn't mind if you did though," she said dreamily. “It was really hot. I might have learned something new about myself just now." She gave my softening dick a squeeze with her inner muscles. “Actually, definitely put them back. And snuggle with me while you do. It sounds like a good way to enjoy the afterglow."
I gave her a soft kiss. Our eyes met, hers softly gleaming in the darkness. I felt my heart skip a beat as the moment held. Reluctantly, I broke her gaze, and I offered her my fingers again, which she gently took into her mouth. As she slowly ran her tongue around my fingers, stimulating them gently, I slipped my other hand behind her head to give her some scratches. I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck.
“That part at the end, where you asked me to fuck you when you were sensitive?"
“Mmm?" she responded around my fingers.
“I might have learned something about myself as well," I admitted into her fur. Sam pulled off my fingers for a moment.
“You were so good. We're gonna have so much fun together," she asserted, before catching my fingers in her mouth again. We stayed there, burrowed into each other, softly grinding and licking.
A while later, we found ourselves in my bed again. We had eventually dragged ourselves off the couch after Sam said she wanted to clean up. “If your cum dries in my fur, I might as well shave it off," she had complained, before awkwardly running into the bathroom. I followed after wiping off the well broken-in couch, and we shared a surprisingly chaste shower. Sam swore an impressive streak as she used cold water to clean off her hinds. Afterwards I helped her shampoo her fur and washed myself off.
While she dried off in her blow-drying chamber, I brushed my teeth. She emerged, fluffy and smelling faintly of pecha berries, and we both crawled into my bed. “I'd ask whether you're fine with me sleeping naked, but I get the feeling we're past that point."
“Hey, if you don't complain about me being underdressed, I won't complain about you," Sam replied happily. She lay herself down on her side facing away from me, turning to look over her shoulder with “come-hither" in her eyes. I spooned up against her and pulled the blankets over us. I didn't hesitate to nestle my hips flush against hers, my half-hard rod pressing against her folds. She murmured her approval. “I needed this so much. The way you just went to town on me at the end there was incredible."
“I thought the way you bit my neck was really hot," I confessed. “I think I might have a submissive side." The memory of the act had me hardening against her ass.
Sam snorted. “That was obvious even before today. The surprising part is that you have a dominant side." She gave a gentle grind back against my length. “Look, you're all hard again from thinking of yourself as my subby little prey animal."
“I'm not that submissive!" I only heard the whine in my voice after the words left my mouth. Sam laughed.
“I'm not that submissive~" Her voice echoed mine in high pitched mockery, her tail swatting at my face. “Maybe you should prove your dominance if you think you're all that." She ground back against me teasingly. Her words woke something feral inside me, and my hand drifted between her legs. Unlike earlier, the fur around her slit was still clean and dry. I cupped my hand around her groin, laying my middle finger against her slit. With the tip of my finger, I applied just enough pressure to slightly part her flesh and stroke the moistening entrance of her vagina without slipping into it. “Oh," Sam sighed. “You can stop doing that in a few weeks."
I levered myself up with my other arm and caught her ear in my teeth, giving it a light nip. “It'd almost be a shame to make a mess of you again after we just got all cleaned up." I mock-growled at her threateningly. “Almost."
“Or maybe you should cream me like an éclair and make me lick myself clean like I'm your dirty little slut," she retorted immediately, raising the stakes. She thrust her hips against my hand. “Deeper." I refused her demand, continuing to tease her entrance with the same deliberate pace.
“Maybe if you ask nicely," I taunted. Sam had no qualms playing her role though, softening her body language immediately.
She tilted her head to look at me with big pleading eyes and whined an entreaty. “Please sir, deeper? Your kitty needs to be filled. She needs her slutty pussy stuffed full of you," she begged melodramatically. It was over the top, but I had to admit that the little performance worked. With a satisfied hum, I pressed deeper with two fingers, sinking deep into her. Sam cried out as I entered her. To my pleasure, I found a textured mound deeper inside of her, and gave her G-spot a hard rub. “Oh fuck, I'm sore," she groaned. “You really wore me out earlier."
“Do you want to stop?" I asked, dropping the act for the moment. “We don't need to go again if you don't want to."
Sam shook her head. “No, I'm into it," she reassured me. “Just be gentle? Maybe keep it slow this time." She turned to nuzzle her cheek against mine. “How about this? If it really gets to be too much, I'll say 'red', and you'll know I'm actually done. Anything else I say is just for show."
I gave her a quick kiss. “Got it. Just don't suffer for my sake, alright?"
She kissed me back. “Maybe I want to suffer a little bit though," she purred slyly.
I laughed, shaking my head. “You kinky girl." I pulled us up so that she was sitting with her back against my chest. Slipping my legs over hers and using them to hold her thighs apart, I brought my free hand down to join the other one still buried in her slit. “Is this too sensitive?" I asked, stroking a finger across her clit. She jerked in my arms.
“Ah! Too sensitive for more than a touch or two before I tap out."
“Hmm, what if I do this instead?" I used two fingers to gently pinch around her clitoris, feeling the erect flesh slide in the softer skin of her hood. I made a few experimental motions, lightly rubbing and tugging the flesh against the more sensitive erectile tissue.
“Oh yes, that," she moaned. I started rubbing her G-spot with my other hand as well, keeping my pace slow. I could feel her heart rate quicken against my chest as I teased her, building up the tension. “I think," Sam said breathily, “it's kinda hot how you've got me trapped here. Like, how you're forcing my legs open and all I can do is watch you toy with me." She became noticeably slicker as she spoke, as if she were arousing herself with her own words. “Imagine if someone were watching us? I'd try to close my legs, but you'd make me keep them spread so you could show off your slut getting stuffed." She took a shuddering breath. “Fuck, we should totally get a video of us in this position sometime."
“And I'm definitely jealous of fingers now." She was monologuing at this point. “Like, I was definitely jealous of fingers before for all the practical reasons, but now I have a reason to be really jealous." Her words were coming faster and faster. “The next time I'll be topping, and I have ideas," she promised.
I impulsively bit the back of her neck. “Oh fuck!" she cried, and started clenching on my fingers. She strained to close her legs, but I resisted and forced them open again with my thighs, keeping her exposed as I fingered her through her orgasm.
Before she was even done cumming, I pushed her belly-down onto the bed, throwing her hips over a pillow. By the time she had gotten her bearings, I was holding her waist and slowly sliding my length into her sopping pussy. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she whimpered into the mattress, but obligingly wrapped her tail around and out of the way. Once I was as deep as I could get, I leaned over to rest my body on top of hers. She was still twitching in the aftershocks of her last orgasm as I eased myself out of her warmth. Just before I slipped out of her, I reversed and just as slowly delved back in, savoring the soft, clutching heat of her slit.
Sam let loose a groan as I spread her around me again. “Arceus, this is so good. I want you to cum in me again." Her lurid words were purred throatily. “I don't care about the mess, I just need to feel you throbbing in me." She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder and tilted to expose her neck. “Bite me again?" she invited. I stretched a little to try to take hold of her neck. Despite the liepard being smaller than me, I still couldn't quite reach it.
A flash of inspiration struck me, and I grabbed her scruff instead. Sam instantly fell limp with a soft curse. Carefully, I used it to pull her front off the bed, arching her back while still leisurely fucking her. Her forelegs hung limply. Her visible eye looked at me meekly. “I can barely move," she said, almost wonderingly. “Arceus, I'm so vulnerable. You could do anything to me, and I wouldn't be able to stop you." Sam sounded indecently aroused by the prospect. “Imagine what we could do with this? I won't even be able to struggle, and I could be writhing inside from the overstimulation. You could make me cum again and again, and I'd just have to take it like a fuck doll. That's so hot." She was breathing heavily.
The combination of my steady thrusts and her own imagination seemed to tip her over the edge again, and she quietly trembled in yet another orgasm. Her dirty talking also got to me, and I broke my pace with a few quick thrusts to bring myself over the edge as well. This time, I just held myself hilted inside her as I throbbed my release into her clenching depths. A few heartbeats later, I slumped and lowered Sam's upper body back onto the bed.
After a few seconds, she said quietly, “You still have me scruffed."
“Do you want me to let you go?"
After a pause, Sam said in a small voice, “maybe in a bit." I chuckled and gave her head a scratch.
“Good girl," I purred at her, and she shivered.
“Okay," she conceded, “maybe you're not that submissive."
I snorted and gently pulled my softening length out of her. The way the pillow beneath her angled her hips, there was remarkably little spillage. “I enjoy it when you take charge too. It's a nice feeling." I lay down next to her and let go of her scruff. “And you have the dirtiest ideas; I kinda like the thought of you springing something unexpected on me."
She perked up hopefully. “Are you down to try something pretty kinky now?"
“Sure, though I thought you'd be too sore for anything else though." I looked down at my flaccid length. “Might be a while before I'm ready too."
Sam giggled, which instantly made me nervous. “Oh, don't you worry, you won't need a dick where we're going," she said dramatically. “Just… tell me if this isn't something you're comfortable with. You should see where I'm going with it soon."
“Okay," I said with a little trepidation.
“You know how I said earlier that you should make me lick myself clean?" Her tone was deceptively light and casual. “Well, I am pretty sore, and my tongue has barbs on it." She got up and pushed me onto my back. “But someone here has this nice, smooth, tongue that's nicely barb-free. You see what I'm getting at right?"
It didn't take a genius to figure that one out. “You want me lick you clean." The thought wasn't repulsive to me.
“Aren't you a smart one," she cooed, walking up to my face. “Last chance to back out before it's too late~" she sang.
“Bet." My eyes narrowed at the challenge.
She cut off my next word by sitting on my face. Showing off her flexibility, she brought her head down until she was nearly bent in half, her nose nearly poking mine as she stared into my eyes. “If you're a good boy and don't swallow, I'll give you a prize," she purred. “Now get to work."
She straightened back up to look down upon me from her lofty vantage. I licked, running my tongue along her folds. “Get all the way in there", Sam ordered, “I know how deep you came in me." My next lick parted her, and I speared my tongue into her depths. After a few more probing licks, my tongue glanced against a harder, textured mound inside of her, and Sam jerked on top of me. “Oh fuck, you can reach my G-spot with your tongue?" she exclaimed. She patted my head with a paw. “You're gonna be spending a lot of time under me," she cackled.
I retaliated by doubling my efforts. Curling my tongue up, I pressed against the wrinkled flesh, running my tongue all over it. I was so focused on my task that I didn't notice when gravity did its work and the first glob of my cum slid out of her depths. Only when the odd, chlorine-like smell filled my nose did I realize what had happened. It wasn't pleasant, but something about the discomfort spurred me on harder. I kept working at Sam's G-spot until my tongue and jaw were sore, and the taste of my own release filled my mouth. Eventually, Sam dismounted my face and pushed me to sit up.
“Were you a good boy? Show me you didn't swallow." She tapped my jaw. I awkwardly tilted my head up and opened my mouth to show her a mouthful of saliva and cum. She shut my jaw with a paw. “Good boys get rewarded," she purred, and kissed me. A paw grasped the back of my head and guided me into a sitting position, and she leaned her own head back. Her tongue breached my lips and she let the mess in my mouth flow into hers, scraping every surface of my mouth clean with her tongue. She broke the kiss and opened her mouth wide to show me the results of my hard work before tilting back and swallowing.
“You're a nasty slut," I said in awe.
“I'm your nasty slut," she agreed with feline satisfaction. “Not too much for you?"
I shook my head. “I guess I'm your nasty slut too." I smirked, taking her into my arms and giving her a proper kiss. I lay us onto our sides, and she nuzzled her head into my neck.
Together, we lay there in the darkness, my hands running through her fur. Listening to the sound of her purr, I could hear her breathing slow as she drifted towards sleep. Before I could let doubt stop myself, I forced myself to speak. “Sam?"
“Hmm?" she hummed sleepily.
“I… I really like you. And…" I swallowed. “And if you want, maybe we could see where this goes? Not just the sex, I mean, but like, us, as a thing?" I waited for her reply, and for a moment almost thought she had fallen asleep.
“I'd like that," she said, sounding wide awake now. “I think I'd like that a lot."