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ROMANCE IN RED

Furry Lemon Fiction
By: Scy Storm
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is an entry for Jessica Elwood's contest, as advertised on DeviantArt and FurAffinity. Just a story involving her fursona as a maid in some kind of erotic setting. It ended up making it sweetly long and plot-filled~ I like it bunches. ^^

INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER: Contains sexings! :O You gotta be of age and stuff. You know how it is.



The sound of a hairdryer clicks off, setting quietness back into the small modest quarters of a maid. The door to the bathroom then opens, the form of a beautiful feline girl appearing, securing a fuzzy red bathrobe around her waist with a strip of similar fabric. She glides her hands upward then, sliding it through her thigh-long blonde hair, smiling. It feels great. The end of her large squirrel-like tail curls upward underneath the bottom of her robe to keep from sliding against the ground. She closes the bathroom door, looking into her room, a soft light from the lamp on her nightstand illuminating it all.

She walks across the floor of her room, sitting down into a chair that sits in front of a small desk. Her eyes affix onto a small booklet sitting by itself with a pencil nearby. The covers of the book are adorned in a soft pink & yellow floral pattern. She smiles, taking the pencil into her fingers, opening the book with her opposite hand and flipping to the next empty page. Once she finds it, she jots down the date. Her pencil goes to the first line under the date, and she stops, looking up to the window that lies over her bed. The moon is clear and full tonight. She lets out a soft sigh of happiness before turning back to the book, beginning her writing.

Dear diary... I've taken too long to write into you, haven't I? It's been two weeks since I became the maid here at master Larson's residence, my last entry to you being slightly before I moved out of my last master's residence. I suppose it's because I've been slightly nervous trying to get used to such a grand place such as this. It's bigger and glitzier than the previous places I've worked at. And everyone around here is so nice. Mainly master Larson himself...

Oh diary, I just have to tell you of what happened last night. And I suppose an event or two that led to it... I don't want to bore you too much about what I've been doing here. Just the usual of a maid, you know. But I enjoy this work, no matter how dirty it is. I'll try not to get sidetracked. I got here around two weeks ago...



"Sir, your new hired help has arrived."

"Thank you, Jhane, I shall see to her in a moment."

Downstairs, a black feline maid bows gently as she holds the front door open. Inside walks a young and fair maiden. She is obviously feline, though the large size of her tail as well as a sight hint in her facial complexion shows squirrel traits. All of her fur however is snow white, and long blonde hair hangs straight and neat down toward her waist. She's wearing clothing reminiscent of women's business attire, colored in a dark fuchsia. She's not too comfortable about wearing it, being far too used to her maid clothing, which she carries in a bag hoisted by a strap over her shoulder. "Welcome, Jessica." The maid nearby states as she closes the front door.

"Oh... Yes, thank you."

"Ms. Elwood..." States a deep voice from nearby.

Jessica turns to the source of the voice. There stands a gray wolf, slightly large in stature, wearing a black tuxedo & tie, with his hands folded behind his back. Jessica feels slightly intimidated in his presence. He must obviously be a butler, but she doesn't recall butlers that look like redwood trees. "Y-Yes, that's me."

"I am Jhane. Master Larson is tending to a few matters of business, but he shall be down here shortly to greet you. You may remain where you are for now." He states, in a relaxed, yet gruff tone.

Jessica nods gently, and forces a smile. She slides the strap of her bag off of her shoulder, and just holds it with her two hands, deciding to look around her surroundings. It is the front ballroom to this mansion. She knew it would be big, judging by how large the mansion looked from outside, but she still can't brace herself for it. That includes the sheer elegance of the place, from the hanging crystal chandelier to the gold-framed paintings that adorn the walls. The floor is tile aside from the various rugs placed around, all of which look very lavish. Everything just seems to sparkle. She curls her paws a little as she stands there, suddenly feeling very reserved. "Now look at you all curled, you look like you're cold in here."

Jessica perks her ears and looks up. At the top of one of the two staircases leading to the second floor balcony is a leopard, wearing a soft blue tie-less suit with a similarly colored wide-brimmed hat, taking a stroll down the left staircase. His eyes are affixed on her, an uplifting smile on his face. Jessica just blinks, loosening her body language a bit and watching him. He gets off the stairs and glides up to her, his walking movements very smooth and confident. "So you must be the new acquisition. I heard a lot about you." He says.

Jess can't help but giggle a little. He's a colorful one. "Really? I don't think I really did that much of interest..."

"You had to have been a good maid to end up here, baby. I can tell you're shell-shocked by how glitzy everything is."

"Y-Yeah... Yeah I am. I'm usually just a maid for small businessmen."

Larson grins and tugs on one side of his suit under the collar, holding there with his paw momentarily. "I am an entrepreneur myself, just on a larger scale than your previous employers. And I love hearing recommendations such as yours, so consider yourself on the crew."

Jessica smiles cheerily, her large tail swishing to one side. "Thank you, sir. Though... if you don't mind me asking, what kind of work do you do?"

Larson makes a loud chuckle as he raises his head up and looks around at his fancy ballroom. "You say you have not heard of James Larson? I am a dealer of the oft priceless art you see hanging around you now. These are of course a few of my personal pieces that are scattered all amongst my mansion, but the rest I have all sold through auction or straight business deals. It has made me millions."

Jessica nods softly as she listens to him, her eyes sparkling. This was serious work here. And she's going to be a maid for this place? "That's, um... it's fascinating, sir." She says, blushing softly at self-conscious speech pattern.

The leopard looks at her and chuckles a little. He walks forward, giving a stroke of a few strands of her blonde hair that happened to be draped over her shoulder. His eyes look into hers, a sudden sweet smile on his face. Jessica almost blushes more at his soft and caring look, and notices for the first time that his eyes are baby blue. "There's no need to be shy around me, but I'll give you plenty of time to warm up to the place. ... Sheila!" He says, suddenly looking over Jessica's shoulder.

The black feline that answered the door earlier walks over to the two and makes a gentle bow. "Yes, sir?"

"Be a dear and please show Jessica to her room in the maid's quarters in the west wing. Get her acquainted with everything. I'll allow you to get yourself situated and you may speak to me tomorrow to start your work, Ms. Elwood."

He bows just a little bit, curling his arm over his chest before he walks down one way. Jessica just nods to him in thanks, then looking at Sheila, whom gives a cheery smile. "Alright, Jess, come this way."



I couldn't believe that most of the west wing was dedicated to maid and butler quarters. It just proved how large and expansive his mansion is. My room was mostly stripped, ready for me to customize it how I wished. It's mostly shades of light red to pink and maybe a little baby blue & yellow. I can be such a little girl sometimes, diary.

I started my work the next day. I think I was trying too hard to clean everything up. I was getting things done relatively quickly, and rechecking several times to make sure everything was right. You know I always do this, diary. I'm too eager to impress new masters. The other maids were able to tell me to stop overworking myself, but I was still pretty tired after the first day. ... God, I think I'm sidetracking! I said I wouldn't do that to you! I can't help it sometimes. But here, I'll continue on, diary.

The first event occurred a week after I arrived. My shift had switched to have me in the eastern wing of the mansion. This was where master Larson's largest collection was...



Jessica gasped a little as she enters the room she's slated to be tidying up. It's not a huge room, but it's a nice size, maybe master bedroom size. A collection of slightly curved couches and a comforter lie in the middle, for a sitting circle, with a circular table in the middle of them. But the main attraction of the room was all over the walls; a collection of 12 paintings, Jessica counts. They're certainly more elegant than others that have made appearances around the house. This room is obviously one for art aficionados that master Larson must meet with on occasion.

She composes herself, immediately plugging her vacuum into one wall and starting the first step of cleaning. A room like this has to look very good, she automatically believes. She works over the carpeting, but can't help but glance up at the paintings that adorn the walls. She's not exactly huge on artwork, and she's been around a lot, but she can't help but feel mesmerized by some of the paintings. "Master must keep his most expensive ones here..." She mumbles to herself.

After several minutes of vacuuming and staring at paintings, she stops, unplugging it and wrapping the cord up neatly. Her eyes shift to her bag of implements as she's wrapping, and she notices something. One of the feather dusters she's been carting around the past week as a small tag on it that she never noticed before. She picks it up, stretching the tag out with two fingers. 'FOR USE ON PAINTINGS.' She laughs a little. "Well aren't I lucky I found you."

She runs her hand through the duster then. Very very soft feathers, likely synthetic. Yes, this would be the choice tool for dusting off priceless art. So why not do it? She leaves her tools there as she stands, looking at the first painting in front of her as she strolls over to it. It's a serene scene, somewhere in a forest. A gentle stream runs through the foreground of the painting and into the background. The trees are quite frequent on the left side of the stream. On the right side, however, they are more spread out, and an obvious hint of a pasture can be seen in the distance between them. The background where the stream cuts through gives into a drop-off horizon with the sun gleaming like a yellow gem. Exquisite detail was put into the leaves of the trees, as well as the light spots that appear in the water from the rays of the sun.

Jessica stares mindlessly at the painting as her duster slides back and forth over it, sending dust away without hurting the canvas. She can almost imagine herself at the location shown, walking through the soft grass in bare feet and a summer dress before seating down on the edge of the stream and sliding her feet into it, a slight cooling sensation going through her tired tendons. She brings her duster down, staring at the painting for a moment more, before bringing up her other hand and rubbing her eyes. "Mmm, get a hold, Jess... Job to do, job to do." She mumbles quietly.

She walks to the next painting in line on that wall, sliding her duster up and going to work, her eyes once again looking over it. It's a lot more somber than the last one. Most of the foreground considers of soldiers in armor, sitting upon horses, trotting down a road. All of their eyes are shielded because of their helmets, and the fact that they're looking slightly downward. Their muzzles convey only sadness. The line of soldiers leads into the background, where there is a slightly run-down wooden village. The silhouettes of women and children can be seen watching the soldiers, likely made up of fathers and sons, trotting off to fight a war they may never return from. The whole scene takes place under a dark sky, blackened with dark clouds, as if it's going to rain but won't. The sun is buffeted behind the clouds, only a light presence on the right side of the painting.

Jessica once again feels her mind locked into the painting, staring up at the village in particular, duster passing over it. She suddenly imagines herself as one of the innocent maidens, standing upon the porch of one of the old wooden houses, dressed in a ragged dress. The dress as well as her long hair flow in a gentle breeze as she stares out at the line of horse-drawn soldiers. A worried expression is on her face, and a hand is folded over her bosom. Will her father return? What about her brother? Why do they have to leave her to fight this stupid war? Her mouth and eyes close as her head dips down just a little, a tear sliding from her eyelid and down her cheek.

She groans gently, snapping back into reality, taking a step or two back from the painting and holding her nose bridge with two fingers. What the heck is this? This needs to stop or she'll never get anything done. "Mesmerizing, aren't they?" A voice suddenly rings out.

Jessica nearly leaps out of her uniform as her head turns to the voice. It's master Larson, looking at her with an amused grin. He's wearing something far different than his usual suits. He instead has on a soft blue robe, kind of like a bathrobe, but thinner. Must be something he wears for comfort around his home. After a moment in her surprised mind, Jessica composes herself and answers. "Y-Yes, master."

James laughs softly as he strolls closer to her, looking at the two paintings she dusted. "Yes... The finest work I have ever gathered. Not mainly because of the artists, or how detailed some of them are or are not. They are here mostly because looking at any one of them brings a strange feeling inside me." He explains.

Jessica nods quickly. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean. I was looking at these two here, and I just, stared, and my mind got lost in them. I could imagine myself in those actual locations, physically and emotionally."

The leopard smiles widely. "Ah... Yes, that is what I can feel too. You know, you're the first maid who has ever expressed those feelings toward these paintings."

She blinks in surprise. "Really?"

"Mmm, yes. You have a very open and active mind. I like that a lot." He says, smiling sweetly.

She blushes, suddenly becoming quite reserved from the comment. "Th-Thank you, master..."

He smiles and pats her shoulder as he walks across the room. "You may call me James, you know."

"Oh no, master. You're my superior, I'd be more comfortable keeping my terms that way."

The leopard looks at her, seeming slightly surprised, but shrugs a little. "Very well. Come over here, will you?"

She looks over at him, seeing him standing just before one of the paintings on the other side of the room. She lightly sways her duster side to side, walking up to him and standing near. He looks over at her, before up to the painting, motioning with his head. "Look at this one."

She nods a little, and awkwardly glances up. The painting is of a bedroom, almost strictly focusing on the bed. It's a large bed, circular, with four wooden posts that extend soft pink drapes around. They are opened on all four sides to show the bed, which is covered in slightly eschewed sheets of red. The room itself has red carpet and white walls, but is locked in very dim light, which casts a dark and red glow over everything. Plenty of detail was put into the painting as a whole; the colors were obviously to make it romantic in tone. Jessica stares at it, quiet for a moment. "What is special about this one, master?" She asks, not looking away from it.

"Mmm... It was a gift, for one. It's quite pricey. But mainly, I just love the environment in it. I'm kind of a sucker for romance, and this one is more romantic than any love painting I've ever seen, and it doesn't even have any living subjects in it. It's unique. The name of it is 'Romance In Red.'"

Jessica nods a little, still not looking away from the painting. She can tell what he means by the romantic feel to it. Unable to stop herself, she feels herself once again entering the painting. She imagines herself laid upon the soft red sheets, her cheek rubbing against them, tail gently swishing through the air in a wide arc. She rises up on her hands to her knees, leaning up on them then. She's entirely nude, her hand sliding down her body to re-straighten her fur. The other pushing some of her blonde locks out of her face.

She looks down at her body and smiles, seeing it contrast with all the red color of the sheets. And that's when two paws slide around her belly from behind her, holding snugly. She smiles, her own hands drifting down and holding onto the indiscriminate paws, petting the fur upon them. She leans back against her suitor, whom is nothing but a silhouette of darkness. His head slides to the side of her neck, nosing against it. She leans her head to the side, feeling his jaws over her neck, licking over her smooth white fur before it begins kissing. She slides one arm back and holds the back of his head, murring loudly, her bushy tail going around him.

And that's when she snaps back to reality, gasping, her face lighting up in a fiery blush. She did it again! "Oh... I'm so sorry, master, I lost my head again."

Jessica then realizes the leopard is no longer standing next to her. She looks around for a second before back at the entrance. He's there, about to leave. He smiles at her sweetly as she glances, giving a polite little bow of his head before walking out, closing the door. The feline girl is struck confused at this quick turn of events. She blinks, feeling a weird sensation upon her neck. She reaches up and touches, gasping a little as her fur was slightly damp. Her eyes widen. "D...Did he...?"

She rubs her neck of its slightly wet spot, before shaking it off. Enough work time has been wasted in fantasy land. Realizing she dropped her duster, she picks it up and resumes work.



My mind actually remained occupied enough that none of the other paintings sucked me into dreamland. I finished up dusting the paintings and the rest of room. I got through the rest of the day, and all I could think about was getting sucked into that painting, as well as master Larson. Was he responsible for that male in my time lapse?

For the next few days, I felt kind of strange being in the same vicinity as him. I almost didn't want to look at him, but I couldn't help it. Any orders he gave to me sounded softer and sweeter than usual. A few times he smiled so sweetly at me, giving me strange glances. They were almost... alluring. I don't know if it was just me, diary, or if he really was trying to beckon me with stares. I mean, this was just all in my head, right?

It wasn't, diary friend. Here is what I've been getting at in telling you this story. It happened last night, after my day of work. Jhane the butler came to me and said master Larson was summoning me to his private quarters, and told me how to get there...



Jessica awkwardly strolls down the hallway toward her master's quarters. Never has she felt this nervous since coming into the home originally. A slightly ornate door lies at the end of the hall; the door she was told is his. She gently knocks up on the door, realizing that it's slightly open, her knock making it open a bit more with a light creak. "Come on in." She hears his voice say.

She pushes the door open slowly and takes a few steps in. It's a study & reading room, with a few shelves of bookcases, as well as comforter and lamp table for reading. He's sitting at a desk at the other end of the room, scribbling a few things down on paper. He's wearing that blue robe she remembers from that fateful day in the painting collection room. He smiles so sweetly to her as she's in, setting his pen down. "Close the door."

Jessica nods meekly, gently closing the door, watching him with her eyes. He rises from his seat, stepping away from the chair and pushing it into the desk. "Come on, don't be so shy." He says.

She blinks, and nods again, walking towards him slowly. He just smiles, and gently takes her wrist. "Do you know why I called you here?"

"N-No, sir... I don't."

"Not even an idea?"

She shakes her head. "I'm really not sure."

James chuckles a little, but nods. "Well, first off, I wished to show you something. Come this way."

He takes a soft hold of her hand, making her blush, and he opens one of the doors in the room. He leads her down a small hallway. Jessica follows, turning one corner, before he stops, letting her walk in front of him. "Just walk straight ahead and see."

He lets go of her hand, and she blinks at him, before looking down the hallway. There's a doorway with a pinkish drape adorned over it from the other side, blocking view into what must be a room. She walks down the hallway, reaching the drape, looking back at him once before pushing it aside and walking through. She gasps loudly at what she sees. It's a room that looks identical to his painting, 'Romance In Red.' With the exception of other things that were in the painting, this room was simply just the bed. It looks nearly the same, the sheets on the bed actually neat instead of disheveled. Jessica walks a few paces into the room, staring around in shock. "This is... amazing..."

"Isn't it? I tried my best to get it just right. It's a tribute to how much I cherish that work." James says, having entered the room behind her.

Jessica continues to look and stare, her tail curled slightly over her ankles. "It's spot-on... Exact..." She says, mesmerized.

"I know... And I've never shown it to anyone before now." He says, as she can feel his presence directly behind her.

She gasps a little bit, and almost turns around, but she realizes one of his arms is gently over her stomach. She looks at his arm, face glowing. "W-Why are you showing it to me..." She says, slowly looking up and over her shoulder.

James leans his head to her shoulder, meeting her eyes, his blue eyes looking into her green ones. "Because I want to share it with you." He says, his other hand felt on the bow tied at her lower back.

Jessica's face is on fire as she stares at him, unable to look away, and unable to resist his advances. His finger pulls the bowtie apart, turning it into loose fabric hanging, and loosening her upper clothing considerably. She feels it, and starts to shiver, feeling his other hand slip under it and rub her belly directly. "M-Master..." She says.

He touches noses with her and half-lids his eyes. "Shh shh..." He mumbles in shushing to her, before his muzzle turns and he kisses her softly.

Jessica lets out a soft whining noise as the kiss stops, her body suddenly feeling numb and limp, but it remains standing. Their eyes close, and the leopard kisses a bit more firmly, trying to get her into it. It works, as Jessica is returning his kiss as softly as it was given, before they both deepen it into match the passion welling up in them. His other arm comes around her and holds around her waist, her own hands gripping onto that arm, his other still rubbing her furry stomach gently.

After what seems like an eternity of kissing, it stops. Jessica takes a moment to open her eyes and lower her chin back down. The collar around her neck that was holding her clothing off is unhooked, and she gasps, feeling her upper clothing fall limp to the ground, her upper half now nude for her leopard suitor. She shivers from nervousness, but freezes up and moans when his gentle hands grasp onto her breasts. Her head tilts slightly to the side, the male kissing at her neck and murring sweetly.

The feline girl leans back against him, melting into his pleasures, his muzzle and hands having their way with her. Her head feels dizzy, her eyes going blurry. She barely notices him slow the attention, the skirt of her uniform unclipped and dropping down. After a moment she comes back into reality, gasping as he twirls her with one hand, seating her down on the edge of the bed. She looks around at the bed, feeling its satin sheets with her hands, before staring up at him. "It... It feels good..." She says gently.

He smiles and purrs, undoing the fabric belt of his robe. "Things are going to feel a lot better, my dear." He replies, opening his robe and sliding it away.

Jessica gasps loudly, the nude form of the leopard male standing before her. She never could have imagined how drop-dead cute he was without his clothing. His fur-covered form is chiseled much like a bodybuilder, but his form is lithe and dexterous, rather than a big tree-trunk arm sort of guy. Her body is suddenly on fire inside, eyes trailing him up and down, the redness of her cheeks even visible through the white fur covering them.

James purrs and steps closer to her, lowering down to one knee, curling his muzzle into a half grin. He slides his paws down the fabric of her thigh-high boots, before pulling each boot loose off of her feet. His hands then glide up one of her legs, reaching the top of the boots, curling the top down and slowly pulling the whole boot down, leaving kisses down her leg as it's slowly revealed bit by bit.

Jessica places a hand over her cheek, letting out a soft moan, eyes locked onto him as he cares for her legs and removes her boots. Her eyes barely blink as they trail his movements, her second boot slowly removed, leaving her legs bare. They slightly curl as his hands slide up them to her thighs, two digits finding the hem of her panties, and beginning to pull them down. Jessica gasps again, her lowest of lowers slid down and away, totally exposed for the leopard now. "M-Master..." She mumbles.

He smiles so sweetly up to her, getting up off his knee, leaning forward to her body. He reaches up, taking the small maid hat out of her hair before sliding his paw through a few of the golden locks. "Remain silent, my sweet, and leave it up to me..." He says, pressing muzzles with her again.

Jessica shivers and moans gently, leaning against him, his kiss returned weakly. She can't help but extend her hands out, placing them at rest on his chest. She presses her fingers against him, gently rubbing her hands up and down, feeling just how good his physique is from this up close. How did she ever get a male like this romancing her into bed? She's certainly not going to complain however.

James stops the kiss after a moment, and climbs up onto the bed onto his knees, scooting forward. Jessica progressively scoots herself back in turn as they come to the middle of the bed. She lays herself back completely, the leopard looming above her, staring down at her eyes. She can't help but smile as she stares back, but then gasps, arching her back and groaning when his paw makes a sudden appearance.

The leopard's paw has drifted right between her legs, furry fingers rubbing against the pink folds he finds there, up and down in slow, sensual motions. He rubs his cheek against her shoulder, licking over the fur on her neck, observing her reactions with earnest. "Such a good girl..." He says softly.

Jessica whines and holds onto the sheets of the bed, her head pushing against it as he teases her like this, wetness quickly enveloping his fingertips. She tries her best to calm herself down, but he doesn't afford her the luxury, one of his fingers pushing into her body. She moans loudly and arches her back again, pulling up the sheets a bit in her hands. "M-Master...!!"

James chuckles a little, and mmms, sliding his quite wet finger in and out gently, kissing over her exposed neck and leaning his body against her side. "You're so lovely, Jessica..."

Jessica moans and whimpers at him, her body burning with desire as just his finger is teasing her body with its motions. She's never felt arousal go this high pre-climax before. The leopard licks and kisses more over her neck, before moving upward over her chin, and planting one on her lips. He stares down at her and purrs, his finger withdrawing, leaving her in a state of ecstasy. He mmms, and curls his lips to a sweet smile. "How do you feel?" He says gently.

She stares up at him with half-lidded eyes, trying to regulate her breathing, bringing one hand up and sliding it down his cheek gently. "I need you..." She says.

He murrs and grins, nuzzling her hand, before abruptly shifting his weight against her, rolling her to her stomach. She eeps a little and rises upward to her hands and knees out of reflex. That's when he grasps onto her hips, pushing up against her, a very certain warmth pushing up against her backside. She gasps and looks back at him, seeing a hint of what could only be his member showing above her rump, before it disappears downward and she feels it entering her body.

Jessica cries out gently in ecstasy, her upper body lowering to her elbows and her large tail gliding around his body. He groans down to her, leaning his head back, his hips gliding up and meeting hers effortlessly. She feels his full length inside of her, gasping at how deep inside it is. How much male is inside of her. It's driving her body and senses crazy, sounding out a slightly broken moan to him as the walls of her passageway squeeze around him. "Oohh master..." He mumbles out.

The leopard moans to her, staring at her face with a look of love, though with his eyes glazed with lust. His hands slide down her back in a pleasant rub, his leaking cock pulling back a few inches and beginning to mate her body at a slow pace. His hands gently take a grip onto her sides, trying to get himself used to the feeling of her body. She's no virgin, but it's obvious it's been far too long since she had a male.

Jessica reaches her hands forward, grasping onto the sheets of the bed, her chest against the sheets and her backside high in the air. She moans steadily in her bliss and ecstasy, her body feeling almost numb from the pleasure of her master taking her body. She can't help herself from gripping around him when he moves in, her body milking him of liquids.

James gradually loses concentration and moves his hips at a faster and more arrhythmic rate, hearing his lovely maid moaning to him in her ecstasy, voice begging him for more. He pumps himself at her rather firmly for a few moments, driving her crazy in light shrieks and moans. He finally gets his concentration back, slowing, and slipping his cock out of her body.

Jessica looks back at him confusion, then eeps in surprise as he rolls her onto his back. He looms above her, murring, bringing his length down and rubbing it against her lower lips, rubbing her bent knees and down her thighs. She gets her first real look at his pulsing maleness, moaning softly, looking back up to his eyes. His hands slide over her body, rubbing through her now slightly sweaty fur. "You're so beautiful, Jessi." He says.

She mmms and shivers under his touch, her legs wrapping around his hips a little, tail still curled up behind his back. "Don't stop, master..."

He mmms, and smiles, leaning down over her and rubbing one of her cheeks. Immediately she feels his maleness glide back into her body and begin mating again, at a much quicker pace than he had originally started. She moans loud into the hot air of the bedroom, her legs tightening around his waist. She reaches backwards and grips onto the bed, staring up at him with lust, her body resuming its tight squeezes around him.

He moans so sweetly to her, leaning forward a bit more, kissing her lips on and off, his tail curling around the bulk of hers. His hips raise up and down at a firm pace, taking her lightly squirming into throes of passion. Her hands curl around his shoulders, locking to his muzzle in kiss again and again, moaning every few lip breaks. His hands idly glide over her lower body and sides, reaching her shoulders and gently gripping as his thrusts get harder still.

Jessica stops kissing to lean her head back and groan, the leopard immediately kissing at her exposed neck instead. A mixture of their liquids of arousal seeps out of her with his thrusts in, until their speed gets high enough to nullify hit. She whines in delight, pulling the sheets up and squeezing them harder, her legs squeezing his waist snug as well. "M..M-Master!! I can't take it!"

James groans and kisses at her chin and jawline, groaning, their bodies damp with sweat. "Ohh Jess... Let me feel it... Let me feel you..." He says, driving himself to her body hard, his length pulsing hard.

Jessica moans so loudly, arching her back and crying out, a hard climax tearing through her body and taking his cock for a ride. Shakes and shivers over come her white-furred form, her eyes clenching tight and maw hanging open. James groans loudly, tilting his head back, pushing into her deep as he lets himself loose, healthy strings of warm feline seed shooting into her body.

The feline girl opens her eyes and reddens up in blush again, feeling him let loose his cum inside her body. Her back lowers down gradually, climax still going for the moment, even if more subdued. James groans above her, dipping his head down and pressing his chin to his chest. He moves his hips gently back and forth as a heavy orgasm session finishes up. They both begin panting heavily, slowly looking at each other in the eyes. Jessica is smiling wide, causing James' own mouth to extend into a satisfied smile. He leans down and presses muzzles again in a weak but lovely kiss, one that is quickly returned. She holds his head against hers gently, not wishing for the embrace to end.



It was... surreal, diary. And all of it true. I've never been with a man who showed me such an amazing time. I can't remember how long that last kiss went. I was too worn out, lost in afterglow. I don't think I've ever had that much sweat in my fur... Of course he wasn't very far off. After the kiss was over, I laid there, limp and numb from the pleasure. It was like a drug. He laid at my side, and I turned, curling up against his lovely chest. He laid there and stroked my hair until I was fast asleep.

I woke up the next morning, and after some sweet words exchanged, he let me take some time off to myself. After a much-needed shower, I just kinda laid here in my room for a bit, not doing much of anything. Mostly just thinking. How did I get this lucky? To end up here in this... glitzy place with such a wonderful caretaker. I eventually got back to work, and we met up a few times in the day, and he was back to talking to me like he always does. But really, I didn't mind.

I guess that's the story, diary. I'm not sure what will happen now. Will we do it again? I really hope so. You know I'm always eager to please my employers, my masters. This is just a whole new way to do it. Until next time, diary.

Jessica signs her name ornately underneath the final sentence, setting her pencil down and closing the book. She slips it into a drawer, locking it and putting up the keys. Standing, her eyes glance out the window to the pleasant night sky. She stares for a few moments, before sighing, closing the drapes and slipping into the covers for a much needed beauty sleep, the thoughts of her wonderful new master never leaving her head.



THE END

Jessica © her player, used with permission
Other Characters © me

~ Scy