Sabre-Toothed Lust

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Feral Breeding Dominance

This story contains consensual erotica between two non-anthro sabre-tooth tigers (also spelled "saber-tooth tiger").

All characters are sentient and enthusiastically and verbally consenting to sex in this story. All content in this story is fictional and fantasy, and also intended to be taken as such.

Selsei growled, scenting the air. The sabre-toothed cat hunkered down low to the ground, his fur a golden-orange, richly shaded, though that was difficult to see in the dead of the night. Colours did not come out as easily then, though he painted a picture of the world around him in another way, the shades of grey of the rough and rugged land, more mountainous and craggy than where Selsei had been born, as vibrant as they were in the day.

Sabre-toothed felines, after all, did not hunt very often by day. Their bodies were lean and yet muscular, not a spare ounce of fat held on their feral, four-legged bodies, though they were blocky and strong. They were built for short bursts of speed over stamina and hunting and dragging down bigger prey was not something that they could do when they did not either have the element of surprise or, of course, the ability of the pack to corner them.

His long teeth curved out, betraying his size and strength, eyes gleaming in the darkness as his chops slavered and drooled. Scenting the air, the feline chuffed softly, digging his claws into the dirt, feeling how it shifted under him, leaving an imprint of all that had gone before. Yet there was nothing that could overrule the scent on the breeze, licking at his nostrils, feeding into his system that had Selsei's loins stirring.

The sabre-toothed cat's tail was short, yet it could still twitch back and forth, signalling something, even when there was no one else there to see it. Oh, he knew that scent so very intimately...

"Yesss..."

Oh, his mate... Selsei's mate was out there, distracting him from the hunt, but he would go to her either way, for there was nothing in him that would resist the call of Akina. She was gorgeous, her smooth, grey coat of fur showing her muscle, her lither form, though she was larger than him, her teeth smaller. Sabre-toothed cats, after all, didn't follow the typicalness of the male being larger, for the hierarchy was tied to hunting prowess, their virility or fertility following suit.

If a male was larger, perhaps they would prove to be more dominant, higher up the pack hierarchy. Maybe it was not in their nature. Yet there was nothing to stop a female sabre-toothed cat from taking charge, a sensual glint in her eye and a snarl tugging seductively at her lips.

His legs were in motion before his mind caught up to the passion of his body, covering the distance, though he could not keep up the stamina for all that long. It was fine, however, for Akina was not all that far away, his beauty and strong, loving female, the feline begging his attention in so many ways, even though she was not yet in his line of sight. Rocky crags towered to his right and yet he kept straight on, following her scent trail with avid exclusion of the rest of the world, trusting his status as a predator in the land to keep him safe.

Selsei's instincts took over, hind legs bunching, curling, sinking back onto them for the ultimate leap, flinging himself into the air. His eyes had not even locked onto her as yet but some part of his body, despite all that, knew that Akina was there, that all he had to do was to trust himself and all would be well. The feline yowled, breaking the air with a savage cry, yet she was right there before him, exactly as he'd predicted, as he hurled himself down from the rocks, crashing bodily into her, their forms tangling.

"Oof!"

The female sabre-toothed tiger tumbled over and over, though she had been readier for him than could have been expected of her, teeth gnashing, the scent of her heat filling the air. She growled and hurled herself right back at him, unwilling to give a single inch of ground, their claws even sinking in and touching skin in red lines of welling up blood in their rampant lust.

It was all part of what could be called a mating dance, however, between them, Selsei hissing, swiping, claws out, eyes intent. But her legs were weak from being in heat, her body running rampant with the desire for a mate who would breed her, cover her body with his until there was no longer any reason for her to get up anymore. She whimpered throatily, butting her head against his, Selsei blinking as, all of a sudden, the sabre-toothed cat realised that he was on top, pinning her down by the shoulders while her hind legs curled up against him.

"I thought you'd never come, Selsei..."

She purred cheekily, though rolling over in the clasp of his paws and claws was not something that could be done in that moment.

"Any male would follow your scent, Akina..." He growled, though there was a tease in his tone, tongue lashing out against her muzzle as he lapped, grooming her, soothing a line of blood from her nose. "Akina... My queen..."

For she was all that and more, the sabre-toothed tigers having lived together for so long that they knew each other inside and out, bodies rocking together, lust rising. Neither would have wanted to resist the influence of their heat, mating season upon them, after having three litters of cubs together already, his balls aching, though they were hidden in a thick fluff of fur in front of the join of his hind legs to his body.

His queen, Akina, knew just where to find them, however, the female tiger sliding out from under him before he could even blink, though it was all as Selsei wanted it to be. She nuzzled under his body, seeking out the slit of his sheath with her soft yet raspy tongue, needing to be gentler with her lover than she would have been with a haunch of meat. Her lover, after all, did not need the flesh stripped from him. On the contrary, all the sabre-tooth wanted to do was to coax his musky maleness out.

"Ooohhh... Akina."

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