The Tenant's Pet
Heh, alright. This is my first time ever writing a story... so I'm sort of just winging it. Maybe, then, I can build on what I've written depending on whether or not you--as the public--enjoy it. I don't think there's any need to warn you about the content since, if you're on this site, you've been fairly warned already. Comments would also be appreciated. *Story has been edited just a teeny amount due to a few errors I noticed.
- * * Silence. Blackness. Noise... what was that? Oh, the dishwasher. Why was it still cycling? Raven turned her head to look at the neon digits of the clock, confirming her suspicion; it was still early--4:06 a.m.--and now she was awake and, as usual, she wasn't going to get back to sleep. She groaned and lay still for a very long time, staring at the ceiling with wide yellow eyes, cursing the dishwasher despite that it wasn't the culprit for waking her up. She wasn't sure what was, exactly, but a mechanical device would at least be something to blame. She sat up and looked around the room from left to right, blinked tiredly and yawned, then stretched--her legs meanwhile crumpling the blankets towards the edge of the bed. She scratched her stomach and then edged to the side of the bed, sliding off with a soft thump as her feet hit the carpet. For a moment, she stood in a daze, staring vapidly at the door leading to the hall as though contemplating what to do next. I could try and sleep, she thought, but she knew that wouldn't happen; she had a hard time getting back to bed once she'd woken up. Or... her thoughts trailed off. She smiled to herself and began slowly walking towards the hallway door, opened it, and stepped out into more darkness. She screamed. Standing there, at the end of the short hall, was a large black figured on all fours, eyes dimly alight due to a small plug-in outlet on the adjacent wall. Raven stumbled back, unable to quite catch her breath, despite the oncoming realization that it was the basement tenant's pet. Pet, she snorted. Some pet; leopards are not kept as pets. "For god's sake, Kheir, go back downstairs," she commanded, pointing off to the right, beyond the corner of the wall, to where the stairs were. Kheir, however, groaned and sat down. Now, Raven herself was a leopard (black leopard; panther): tall and sleek with brilliantly yellow eyes and black hair that framed her face and went just to her shoulders. Gorgeous as ever but she was known to hold a bit of a temper--though Kheir wasn't too put off by it; he continued to sit somewhat contently and watch her. "I'm not even dressed," she fussed, waving her hands--palms up--out to the side as if to display that she was only in shorts and a t-shirt and didn't quite appreciate the intrusion. "Alright, alright, up!" she commanded again, advancing upon the leopard, dismissively flipping her hands at him in frustration. At this, Kheir stood and jumped back a little ways, keeping his eyes on her, but then seemed to plant himself in place and offer a gutteral growling. "Ohh, don't you even start," warned the female. "I don't care if you're all muscle with claws and teeth. You're not starting this up again. I need my sleep." She kept walking towards him and he just kept growling. Eventually she stopped about a metre away; not interested in getting ripped to ribbons at this point in time. Kheir seemed to understand that she wasn't going to continue being a threat, and so his growling stopped. Abruptly, he shifted and walked towards Raven, who stood still with her hands stubbornly on her hips. Kheir lay down at her feet and nuzzled at whichever ankle was closest to his head. He purred, and she lifted a foot to prod at his muzzle, trying to tweak a few whiskers. At this point, he licked her foot. "Aw, gross." she laughed, though, and rubbed the sole of her paw off on the carpet and then sat down, rubbing her hands along Kheir's cheek and neck, down his ribs and back up, scratching at his shoulder blade. His purring increased, so much that she could feel the vibration. When she stopped petting, however, the feral got up and suddenly bumped her clear onto her back without much effort, nuzzling her stomach and pawing the inside of her thigh. "Hey, hey, off!" She reached over and pushed at his bulky head, but it was no use; he was just too big for her who, despite being a leopard herself, didn't have the muscle that a feral had. He did as he pleased, nuzzling and crooning, and eventually his teeth nipped the bottom of her shirt and began tugging at it. Raven began to fuss again. "Hey, hey!" she barked, swatting his nose, "don't you start something sick like that!" Kheir began growling again at her. He pulled the shirt with more force and tore it right up the middle. His growl progressed into a croon when he realized she had nothing on beneath--she had been sleeping, after all. Who wore anything but a shirt? He shifted up and rested two very large forepaws on Raven's arms, repressing her ability to move only to her legs since most of Kheir's body was holding her own down. "You twat! Get the fuck off!" Trying to pull her arms away, Raven was futile... Even as Kheir lowered his large skull, nestled his face close to her chest and slowly began licking at her ribs, working his way up. Slow strokes of the wet muscle caressed her abdomen, the crease of her defined stomach, and then, anticipatedly, the leopard's tongue began coursing over her breasts, roughly tasting them. He seemed delighted at the female squirming: the way she tossed about but didn't say anything anymore, only tried to get away from the pressure of his weight. The warm bumping of her hips against his sheath was beginning to arouse him, which only made his focus more eminent as he tried to suckle at her, licking then, suckling the next and then applying the gentlest of nips. He then pushed himself to his feet, backed up a little ways and snuffed at her shorts, at which point Raven--who was a bit shocked and had been laying still--fumbled to get up, only to be snarled harshly at. She kept still even as the leopard began dragging his rough tongue between her legs, over the fabric. She shuddered. How long had it been? Could she go through with this? By the looks of it, she was going to have to... Kheir continued licking, began smelling the lust and felt the warmth coming from the female. He loomed a little bit, hooked his teeth to the button on her shorts and popped it off with little effort. There was no fly, just velcro, which made it all that easier for him to pinch the hem with his teeth and edge backwards, ripping the shorts--like the shirt--down the middle, forcing them off and tugging them down past the female's knees. The female who, now, had simply lay down on her back, eyes closed, teeth biting into her bottom lip, either in fright or anticipation. He worked slowly, surprisingly so since his sheath had swollen, the pink tip of his length exposed. He was purring loudly, too, and went back to where he was originally. He now stood over the female and lowered his head, dragging his tongue along her breasts, attempting afterwards to suckle at the nubs, followed by more licking until the warm scent caught his attention again. He backed up and lay down on his belly, lowering his head again to press his muzzle between her legs. She jumped, shivering--she was already shaking like a leaf, though--and suddenly, besides the sensation of the cold nose, a hot, coarse tongue made its way between her legs, grazing upwards. He continued this, pressing his tongue in partially, then lofting it up against her clit with pressure. Suddenly, to Raven's shock, he inserted his tongue a little further and began suckling like he had before, only much, much harder. His tongue worked its way around and, despite how unsure she was, she began squirming in delight. He sucked, licked, even teased by nibbling carefully at each nether lip before returning to what he'd been doing before, causing the female to groan and convulse. Before she could climax, he quickly stopped; his length was almost fully hanging from his thick sheath. He was a good size... He purred continually, and slid his back feet in towards the female, who barely was aware of what was happening. Almost expertly, he nudged his feet against the back of each of her legs, causing them to lift, and he then squirmed in more; now her legs were lofted into the air, hooking above his haunches and almost around his back. She knew what was happening now, was even murring slowly, complying without much other than a constant groan of pleasure. Kheir motioned closer until he was satisfied with her position, her legs and rump partially off of the floor, her stomach arched up just perfectly as he felt her belly sliding against his... felt the heat of her opening as it was violated by the tip of his member. She was wet enough that he could have easily slid right in, but instead he went slowly, pushing his large length into her, groaning the way a content leopard would. Raven, meanwhile, was trying to buck her hips, attempting to get the leopard to move at a faster pace and penetrate her for all she was worth. Kheir, on the other hand, kept slow until he was all the way in, the top of his sheath meeting her stretched opening. Her hips kept bucking and the feral's sac was just aching. He began to slide back, lifting his hind quarters in the air, until he could feel the chill of the air in the room nearly caressing his entire length, at which point he plunged himself back in. The female yelped, moaned, and began forcing her hips against him again. He slid out slowly, thrusted back in, slid out a little faster, pumped back inside of her and continued this, gradually speeding up until his forepaws were wrapped around her low back, his spine arched fully, his hips thumping quickly against her widely spread legs. Both of them were groaning, one purring while the other was no longer muffling her squeals of delight; she didn't care if someone in the basement woke up. Kheir's flanks were sweating while he pounded his way in and out of her, breathing in lapses, his teeth clenched while his eyes seemed to squint. He slid out, slammed in, slid out, Raven whimpered and shook, moaning louder as the feral stretched his head low and began licking and sucking at her breasts again. Raven reached up and grabbed his ears, pulling his head down a little bit and Kheir started licking and sucking more roughly, continuing while the heavy sensation continued. Both were so close... Kheir's thick length continued reaming its way in and out of Raven's soaked pussy. She let out a cry when the leopard pressed himself in to the hilt, almost screamed when she felt the hot slamming of his climax against her insides. She set off, arched her stomach higher yet into the air and convulsed, the muscles of her walls clenching as she came, milking out the last of Kheir's load. She then collapsed and he followed, toppling against her, crooning, but he continued to suckle at her chest, though with less stamina than previously. Raven panted with laboured breaths and kept her eyes closed, let go of Kheir's ears and allowed her hands to lay uselessly at her sides, but she murred lowly as the leopard continued to pleasure her in the afterwake of the orgasm. Maybe not getting back to sleep wouldn't be so bad.