Night Time Weakness.
? At that night, a sudden mist rose from nowhere. The city of Sophia was covered in fog. Mices ran around, making noises on the trash cans. I woke up with the sounds. "What is this?", I thought, looking through the window, but seeing nothing. The lion, named Liontari, was sleeping beside me. It was a huge luxurious bed in a huge luxurious bedroom. White silk everywhere, yet no electricity. I noticed two things on my diaper: a wet spot and a tent. I was needy; my addiction to self-pleasure was kicking in again.
I walked to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. I needed to paw, but where? No way I could muffle my purrs and murrs with silk. I needed something thicker. I looked down to my wet diaper. "What if he...?", I thought, my reasonings being interrupted by a movement of Liontari. He was just adjusting himself on the bed. The thrill, though, only made things worse. I looked down to my tent and went back to the bed, hoping I could hold off. I laid and closed my eyes. Sleep won't come, I was fully awake, as if I had drank 1L of coffee. My boner kept demanding attention and I felt so weak for not being able to ignore it. I sat up, looking at the window, hoping my body would surrender to the night. But nothing. My paw reached my diaper front and I started rubbing, enjoying the sensations. Then the diaper squished. I gasped and looked back. Liontari was still asleep. I needed to control myself, plus it was a bedroom in a temple dedicated to a godess, the godess whose the city was named after. It would be disrespectful and, if Liontari caught me pawing here, he would probably do something to me. Circuncision? No, this isn't a jewish place... Castration? Oh, my, hope not! Convertion? Make me be a devote of Sophia and take lessons with nuns on why masturbation is sinful? My mind was running around and my arousal was rising fast. "Self-control, Yure...", I thought. Unfortunately, self-control is my worst attribute.
I looked around, ready to give in to my urge, use my diaper to muffle my breath and all I needed to do was to pick a dark place in the room. The moonlight entered by the window, but... it won't reach under the bed. I looked under the bed, but the legs were too short. I couldn't go under the bed, I couldn't really fit under it. I was tired of fighting, locked in a bedroom with a stranger, no options of relief, unable to sleep and forget my body. I started to reflect on how weak I am, unable to fight back an addiction that always get me in trouble. I was about to cry, thinking on friends who got disgusted by me, back when I lived in my treehouse, surrounded by true cubs I used to play with.
Time passed by. I was on the verge of crying, as denying relief was pushing me to my emotional darkness. You know, depression. I whimpered and then cried softly, causing Liontari to wake up.
- Yure? - he asked.
I looked at him.
What is wrong? - he inquired.
I can't sleep... - I replied.
Oh, why?
I needed to tell him. My last choice would be tell him the truth, hoping he could let me paw. I confessed him everything. He pet my head and hugged me.
It's okay, Yure - he said. - Need any help?
No need... - I said. - I'm so sorry, Liontari.
No, seriously, Yure, it's okay... - he said.
The moonlight mde my tears glow. I huggd him softly and sighed. The room was getting darker. He reached his huge handpaw into my diaper and groped me. I gasped and then grabbed his arm and closed my eyes. He then continued working me while my breath got weaker due to the adrenalina drop. I decided to trust him and forget my worries. He rubbed my sack and my hard weenie. I was almost hugging his powerful arm. His paw was huge, yet soft and his breath, his heartbeat, everything on him was calmingme down. I surrendered. He untaped my diaper to work me properly. He grabbed my hard toy and rubbed it up and down, back and forth, causing my body to respond as expected (throbbing, pre and such). I was paying attention on my feelings now, forgetting about the world outside. He kept working me with his soft paws, causing my body to shiver. His smell was great, the smell of a father, which only made me calmer, made me feel safe, secure, under control, under protection. Due to my pent-up arousal, my orgasm came up quickly. My breath was getting faster and my body was warm and sensitive. His other paw carressed my back and head. I just smiled and tried to keep my noises down. Eventually, I tensed up and let go. Feeling my liquid on his paw, he slowed down, stopping gradually. He pet my back and then, I was suddenly asleep.
I lost contact with reality. All good cubs are sleeping. I soon was dreaming, not caring about time, so peaceful sleep. I didn't knew at that time that Liontari is a cubphile, which explains why he helped me that way.