Ho Ho Ho'

Arc words that echoed in his head in what was surely a sordid tale. His.

'What time was it?' he thought. It was impossible to keep track of the hours when the only light came from overhead. Distant sounds of festive music or what was mostly festive music. A revelry that came with a backing symphony where the instruments and vocals were alive. Alive and enjoying a soltice that could make even new age pagans blush.

'My only clock came in the form of cock.' he sniffed in heady amusement. The boy an unwitting victim of his older cousin, a hungry slip of a wild-cat. Though, maybe she-beast was more apt as the firey feline had the body to back it up.

Laurie 'Ori' Llwyd. The cousin from far off Britain and if distance had dulled her affections it hadn't shown. Least once the clear stuff started being shared. Her green eyes had gleamed like broken glass with an intent she cut right to once an inebriated Nir wobbled into a small half-bathroom.

Toilet, sink, mirror. One gave him perverse perspective on his... 'patrons'. The boys arms were bound behind the water tank snug enough that he couldn't lean forward and lift them up at the same time. A realisation he had quickly come to soon after she had left.

'When was that?' he wondered again. The confined room was rife with musk, male and female both. Though at first it had just been their's. Nir slumped back, the beginning of the night had been so exciting and new to him.

Adult games, adult drinks... Adult 'situations'. Perhaps they hadn't intended on his presence at the party. The youngest by a fair amount he was lending a certain seedy air to the whole situation. Not that she... he, her, him... Them-- they had minded.

Laurie had been first, the catalyst to the chain of events and his chaining to the toilet. Though, her chains had been the bra that had barely contained the large, downy furred breasts he had lost himself in and a braided belt. The creamy off-white fur had obscured a similarly large black nipple a piece. 'Natural', she had assured him.

That hadn't been the only natural thing about her. The pubic fur that had tickled his sheath was thick, a full tuft of the stuff. The only thing she had been wearing was her smile by then. 'Am I your first?' she asked. The first of a few it had turned out.

He wasn't sure if he should have been thankful the seat was up or not. It meant their-- them? All the fluids he had shared were easily daubed away and flushed. Though, not that it helped the sexually charged air in the least. Those lingering lusty pheromones had a seeming knock on effect.

Laurie's presence still swirled in his mind. The lavender and rose scent of her was so feminine compared to the butch persona she projected. A softness that conflicted with her aggressiveness in the way she took everything he was so willing to give. What was at least the Lioness' share.

She had started out innocuous enough. She pushed him onto the cool seat and stood between him and the mirror opposite. Her shirt came free with one smooth motion and front hooked bra had given her a chance to tease with the voluptuousnes of her breasts.

She had been hungry, his body offered up little more than a morsel. The modest yet flattering tumescence already straining at the fabric of his pants. A cruel cloth cage as she straddled him. She was steadied between the towel rack and cistern, her hungry countenance fixed upon him as she ground against him.

He was hungry too. The alcohol had bled away inhibition and what blood wasn't tied up inside of his throbbing length had left little left. Only the untried nervousness of youth remaining. Though, instinct, movies, and porn had bolstered that.

Something that had pleased her. His mouth went to her breasts, between them, under them, over them. His mouth had left patches of damp spikes wherever it fell. The two large black nipples most of all. He hadn't been entirely sure if it had just been hia own drool after a point and what might have been her... He had swallowed then, and again at the memory of sweetness.

Time had stood still in their cubbyhole of a universe. A brief knock, a click of the door handle and a sniggering before it was shut again had brought reality back briefly and largely unnoticed by them both. She had become fixated then. The pants came off, his next. 

She had already been dripping by then. A drop or two lost amongst the heap of their clothes as her final wicked whim had been played out. A clinking and *whff* as the belt came free. Her grin had been wide and toothy. The braiding made for an easy impromptu eyelet and she tied it off

The next several moments were a rush. His breathing, already bated had become laboured and sharp as her motions atop him tumbled his tumescence. The feel of foreign fur and foreign heat had been exhilarating, intense... brief. Her arms around his neck had blocked off the best view until it was all over. The impromptu blindness enhanced every one of those sensations.

She didn't pull away when his muffled warnings came-- then him. The juvenile seed spilled freely and unchecked. A brief sniggering from the older girl and she eased herself up. "Didn't even get to warm up." she pouted, the coy expression poorly hidden and the cocky half grin distracted from a sinister glint in her eye. "I had figured you'd be a quickie." she teased. "Guess I'll have to get me a drink while you recover'n I'll have me second go."

She purposely bent forward and gave him a proper showing of his handy work, a thin dribble of cream that disappeared into her fur and her black panties came up, hiding the wetness and drawing a shivering titter from her. "If I don't get back soon... Well, I'm sure someone will help." she finished. The water ran long enough to wash most of the mess from her hands and a quick daubing of her palms before she was out the door without a second glance back. 

The closed door left him alone in his daze. Processing the situation he had been placed in. Half-mast and half-drained he had been silent during her retreat. Breathing evened out he stared down at the glistening mess she left him with and the creeping dread of her nebulous intention to return.

"Well, what've we got ourselves here?" he looked up and his ears drooped, the lock clicked and the night was just beginning.