New Orleans Night and a Good Mornin' to You Too
The pale shimmering glow of the moon projected beams of seductively dim light in through her
window. The fading light fell on the neko female's form, highlighting the contours of her
resting face. It was on nights like this, in a place like this especially, the sensuality hung
heavy in the air like the moss draping over the lazy limbs on the trees in the swamplands all around.
It was a sultry hot New Orleans night, and the sounds of soft jazz from the streets down below wafted
in through the open window. The distant musical tones mixed with the lazy whir and hum of the
ceiling fan above her.
Lila is in a deep sleep in her bed, oblivious to the ongoing revelry of late night cavorters on the
streets below in the French Quarter The sleeping Lila was looking so seamlessly beautiful
with her jet black hair spread over the pillow, perfect as though placed by a soft breeze. Her
lavender sheer baby doll nightdress looks so cute slightly raised by her, her dreaming moments
making her toss and turn a bit...her little purple panties fitting snugly on her peachy bottom. This
beautiful small-framed neko, silky smooth and milky white flesh and fur spread out before him like
an appetizer of delights just waiting there for him, having kicked away the blankets in her sleep.
The hybrid mix of horny young rabbit and predatory, stealthy wolf strides over stealthily
and quietly sits on the bed next to her; she stirs a little as the mattress makes a creaking
sound from his slow compression where he sat. He idly admires her, runs his fingers
imperceptibly over her face and hair, so gentle were the strokings over her raven locks. He
leans down, bending that long, lean, muscled fur over to smell the freshness of those
strands that he so admired. He sighs and smiles to himself while placing his kisses on her
forehead. He looks at the beauty with a wanton longing and feels a stirring inside him...
He struggles to resist the lascivious thoughts running around in his head as he imagines
furtively running his hands over her sweetly slumbering body. It wasn't time yet. No, not
yet. He groaned in his want, gazing on her in her bed. Her body looked so white, so pure..
untouched.
It would only serve her right... she had been teasing him for weeks now, bending over at
just the right time, right in front of him... that perfect hot little body gracefully folded in
half to do something randomly uncalled for. Just offering herself to him, again and again.
Oh yes, making it well known. Playful smiles and teasing swishes of her tail, brushing
against him unnecessarily when she passed by... those perky breasts and excited nipples
crushing against him even in something as seemingly innocent as a hug...constantly at him
somehow or another in her wickedly teasing way. That was just a few of the things she
would do, on more than one occasion. He'd be a fool to have not gotten the idea by now.
Oh, yeah.. and the simple fact that she had been sneaking in to HIM at night for the last
three nights in a row, through their "accidentally unsealed door" that adjoined their
apartments , toying with him when she thought he was asleep. He just let her keep
thinking it, it was more fun this way.. and obviously they were both all about it. It was his
turn now---
He glanced at the time on her alarm clock. 'Good, just now 3am, she never comes to my
room before 4,' he thought to himself and smirked, noting a definite twitch of excitement
in his navy silk boxers. He gently slips one hand under her nightdress to feel the skin
tingling sensation of coming in contact with her body. His first touch of her there- he felt
electrified, his heart hammering away inside his chest. He felt hot all over with his pulse
racing, blood flow turbulent suddenly and surging through his veins, engorging them
throughout his body. The rabbit wolf hybrid reached up, pulling at the fan's dangling
chain to turn the fan up and circulate some air. Things would be getting a lot hotter in
here soon, if he had to guess... might as well get that turned up now.
Moving straight to her gorgeous firm breasts and then playing with her now erect nipples
through the flimsy sheer covering of her nightie, he decides to ease the silky fabric up to
her shoulders and cautiously kisses her tummy, keeping his eyes on her closed lids for any
fluttering, sudden movement.
Not seeing any reason to stop, he begins working his eager tongue up along her delicately
furred flesh at a snail's pace until he reaches those twin mounds and eases his tongue
onto the border of her right nipple. The hybrid has his rabbit ears laying back flat against
his head, so as not to accidentally let one flop on her, and possibly startle her awake before
her body is more ready.
He casts his eyes up to her face again, looking for any signs of wakefulness. He sees
none, so he starts to ever so gently nibble at her nipples, one at a time, provoking more
hardness gradually with an incremental increase of the stimulation there, sucking a little
more boldly. Lila did begin to stir a little but not enough to draw her out of her fitful dreams.
She did, however, begin to breathe harder and moan in her sleep as she stirred, adding
her own contributions to the mixture of sounds in the New Orleans air surrounding them.
Emboldened by his successes in arousing but not "rousing" her thus far, he moves his lips
to kiss the warm, delicate recesses of her neck, then traversing his heated tongue down
the full length of her body to the little inlet of her navel right in the center of that tautly
toned torso. He presses in a passion-filled yet stifled kiss to the tender flesh of her tummy,
on the way to the tempting treat of the slight mound that was laying there just waiting
for him, shrouded in her shimmery purple panties.
He smoothly, with a movement torturous and slow for him, slides down her panties ---
delicately opening her legs, and guiding her resting form into a nice, wide spread for him.
He murrs out loud at the throb of his thickening shaft as it became more engorged and
lengthened in his shorts at the sight of her exposed pussy, those beautiful long legs parted
open for a view unobscured.
She would be awakened soon, one way or the other. He was going to make sure she woke
to him doing to her exactly what she knew she had been doing to him... his maw would be
buried deep between her legs, commanding her pussy to perform. She had been sneaking
in to him every night, taking full advantage of her ability to slip in and out by the door that
connected their apartments. She would hesitantly approach him deep in the night, not
realizing he was such a light sleeper and that he knew of her presence in the very instant
her scent wafted into the room. She milked him of every precious drop of cum she could
get her lips, tongue, and mouth on these last three nights while he lay as motionless as
possible. He continued with his charade of feigned sleep, enjoying it too much to risk her
embarrassment, her stopping!
Yes, yes. It was his turn now. He couldn't wait to see the look on her beautiful face, the
gorgeous red hot flush that was sure to materialize she saw the tables turned on her; the
message would then be received loud and clear. She would then know that HE knew full
well how she'd been sneaking in to him at night, the naughty little thing.... He smirked.
Yes. He was here now to give her his reply in kind.
Again and again, he would allow his tongue to illustrate his special art in the seduction of
her skin, starting at the exposed inner thigh. Starting at a point of contact just above the
knee, he would tease by trailing his tongue up her leg until he finally reached the sweet,
light scent - his nirvana- her warm, wet pussy.. and not at all surprisingly, there is a hint of
moisture along the crease of her folds.
He has been waiting for weeks to have just one taste of this hidden nectar. He feels almost
dizzy with desire, pulsing harder and harder against the seam of his boxers at the prospect
of it now. He inhales deeply of her scent, moving his lips so close to her now, mouth
literally watering just before gently pushing his tongue into the softness of her flesh, and
with her juices finally tasted, his fantasy being realized.
Lila is still showing no signs of being consciously awake, so he just decides to toy with her
clit, and watches as her sensual body arches with pleasure. His tongue moved round it in
circles before he captured the hard little nub with his lips, lightly sucking and drawing on it
a little more. He senses some kind of surge in her- the way she began to breathe under
the power of a supposed unknown bliss...
The time is passing like nothing with his tender teasing swelling in a sweeping crescendo
of intensity. A pale glow is starting to fill the room as the first signs of a new day begin
filtering in. The sky gradually gets lighter, yet he continues on... unashamed and
deliberate with everything he does. He definitely senses that surge of her energies, stirring
and swirling through her body. He can see, hear, and smell its effect. Hell, he can taste it.
He is touching it...
...Experiencing her being as he licks at her most tender lips- those tight sweet
unpenetrated lips... He tastes of the previously untapped liqueur of the gods, tracing his
tongue over that virginal slit. She was ready. Lila's whole body gives a slight shudder as
her prized essence flows onto his tongue.
He gazes up in a steamy haze and notices those magnificent lavender eyes bolt open as
though she had been lightly shocked by some electrical pulse. Looking down, she sees his
smiling face and turns a predictable shade of crimson, pushing back her hair from her face
and glancing out the open window at the gradual blueness that is unfurling in the
sky...."Good morning, darling... what took you so long?" he says, and she answers by
arching her hips up to his lips in a moan with her wide eyes once again settling on him in
sudden realization of what was unfolding between them. This wasn't a dream... Her
gasps evolved into panting, not even thinking of making any of this stop.
Without further pointless talk, he purposely rubs and strokes against her tender thighs
with his paws trembling, and pulls himself up over her, hovering over her. She looked at
him with sleepy but seductive eyes, a little confused and bashful perhaps, but with arousal
burning in her eyes for him, soft moans escaping softer lips for him through slightly
labored breathing.
He embraces her tightly and is drawn irresistably straight to her
perfectly luscious lips, licking over them several slow times and instantly feeling an arousal
that is obvious to the world.... his cock is now just pounding in the restriction of those
boxers. If they weren't gonna do this, if she wasn't REALLY ready to lose her virginity, she
needed to tell him... NOW.
"Lila, do you want me to stop?" He looked deep into her eyes, stroking her cheek with the
back of his paw, just hovering over her with an ache in his groin that needed to be inside
her. It was painful not to be. She bit at her bottom lip, just staring up at him... looking
amazingly-painfully beautiful to him. In the brief pause, he pushes the hard projecting
bulge between her legs, against her hot wet crotch. "Do you? Want me to.. stop?" Asher
repeated this, leaning down to meet her lips..and her lips moving to meet his.
LIla begins to run her hands over his chest and around his shoulders to his back, nails
digging into the fur and flesh there. Her kiss is pointedly direct, filled with savage passion
in a nonverbal response to his question. Her own "unknown" determination is then
suddenly revealed,flipping him over onto his back. She lies at his side and begins pushing
her smooth white fingers across his nipples as though in revenge, she twists them with
one hand as she runs her other down to torture the aching beast between his legs.
With a look of anticipation on her face, Lila flips down the waistband of his boxers, sliding
her warm hands inside as though in one motion to remove them with ease. She sat up,
leaning back, and slipped her nightdress over her head, gently placing it behind them on
the bed, off to the side. "You better not stop, and you know, well uh.... obviously you...
know I've been coming in to...see you in the early mornings." She just kept confessing to
him, despite the heated flush of her cheeks while she did it. "I want this. I'm ready." She
said this with enough audacity to blush as her hands moved to fondle and stroke at his
hardness in a very unshy manner, indeed.
His cock is dripping pre from the tip in its seeping desperation to fill her, and she now races
to release him from the dark confines of his shorts. Nothing any longer separating their
inevitable union, she stretches out her hand to grasp at his cock with a clear purpose in
mind, angling his shaft toward her gaping legs and tugging him toward her fleshy barrier,
closer, the wide sticky head now resting against her. With a previously undisplayed
passion , she pushes down on top of him, her scant weight still crushing against him in a
deliciously mobile slide.
A virgin, yes, but not naive. She knew what to do- had practiced it over and over again in
her mind. She had played out the events in her head night after night as she lay in her
own cold bed a few rooms away from him... Yes, himmm... claiming once and for all her
quivering virgin flesh. Her yearning had driven her to unspeakable acts of intrusion, which
thankfully, were not unwelcomed. She had decided that she wanted him to be her first
before she ever set foot into his apartment, into his bedchambers in the cloak and stillness
of the night. This was the moment, and she was sure about that.
She straddles him in a flash, pushing the impossibly rigid rod hard against her tiny
opening. Her unused pussy is being stretched to beyond its prior limit, and she moans and
whimpers in the hot, lusty conflict of desire and physical boundary. He stares at her, and
sees it all-- the torturously twisted grimace that marks her face- filled with passion, lust,
and pain. Pushing down harder despite her soft cries of pain mingled in with her heated
words in his ear as she clutches him, clawing at him, telling him she's his. That proud
flesh straining, weakening against the gradually more forceful battering of his cock against
her hotly clinging pussy.
LIla shifts her body up and forward, moving her hips into a different angle, and the
lubricated head of his pulsing shaft pushed through her lone tight seal, that taut skin
breaking in, forcing him to release a surprise sudden groan in ecstacy as their bodies
struggle to unite into deeper union. A whimpering squealy moan fell from her lips "Ai yai
yai oooo," her almost yip-like sounds slowed down after a few short seconds as their
movements became less difficult and his throbbing member probed and dug in deeper,
tunneling into this unchartered tight territory inside her. Her sounds slowed down in time
with the smooth, deep rhythm that his strokes assumed. "Ooo.... oooo. Ooooooohh."
Lila didn't know if she was bleeding, but she didn't care. He was hers, she was his and this
moment in time would always stand. Something significant had taken place here, and her
body just tingled with the mix of excitement- caught up in a delicious rush that was was
experiencing for the first time. She is now feeling a shock coursing through her body that
surges to every nerve ending, the mixture of pain and delight is unbearable for Lila to
contain.
She forces him deeper with her writhing, bouncing hips on top of him, obviously able to
push past the pain or in fact, loving its accent to the experience. Along with the building
swell of his thrusts, she was surrendering to what she felt, allowing herself to go deeper,
and deeper with this new found determination to possess his body and mind, if even for a
brief moment in time. Lila loved, craved, needed this liberty he gave her to express these
hidden desires openly.
She forces his hands into the bed as she rides and utterly dominates his cock with her
unbridled passion cascading all over him. With a toss of her hair and a purr, and with
a wicked smile on her face, she just kept riding him in a deeply satisfying way, smiling
back she answered - "And a good mornin' to you too."
~~~~ <3