Losses, Changes and Gains
My first ever story, and it's a yiffy one! Please comment, as I really have no idea if this story is any good. Constructive criticism is also greatly appreciated. Now...enjoy! (Hopefully)
Tyrone, Lord of the Dusk Fields watched silently as the invading army swept towards his city walls. He should have seen this coming, the warning signs were clear to see, but instead he had ignored them, ignored his advisors, and now destruction lay ahead for the city and the land he ruled over.
The Lord would have cut an impressive figure, if he did not stand with his shoulders stopped, defeat written on his face. A lightly built tiger, he was better known for his handsome looks, and rumoured flings with castle staff, then any politics or laws he had enforced. Although a good deal shorter then most tigers, he still held himself on most days with an air of confidence and dignity, that belied his young years. However, this day he lacked any confidence, and any dignity he may have had, was about to be lost.
Standing patiently behind him stood a messenger from King Aeseal, lord of a neighbouring province, and one of the more powerful kings in existence. He had offered a message of help, but only for a price, and the price was one so steep that that Tyrone could barely comprehend it.
"Tell me again, this deal that your King wants to strike." He spoke out softly, not looking behind him, to where the messenger stood.
"Certainly, great Lord, if my King is to save your land, he wants to rule over it, and make it one of his provinces. He will grant you some power still, and, if you ask nicely, you may even get to keep this castle of yours."
The messenger chuckled at his own wit, his voice deep and rough behind the Tiger, a voice that certainly belonged to its owner.
Spinning around angrily, Tyrone looked at the messenger again, his rage flashing in his yellow eyes.
Before him stood a tall, well built and surprisingly young wolf. Tyrone placed him only a few years older then himself. He was clothed in only a simple shirt and pair of pants, yet he carried with him a silent threat of danger, and possibly, salvation. No doubt he was a warrior of some esteem; he had come to the castle with no weapons, only an offer. Although, by the way he held himself, and the grace and poise of his movements, Tyrone had no doubts he would not need a weapon to be able to kill.
In a different situation, the tiger would have found this wolf attractive, and even now, in such dire circumstances, he could appreciate the rugged beauty in the wolf's face, the well muscled body, and, by the looks of his fairly tight pants, the thick sheath.
"I need an answer...Lord. Otherwise the day shall be lost for you." The wolf said, interrupting Tyrone's thoughts.
The messenger smirked slightly at him, and for a moment, the Tiger wondered if he had noticed his wandering eyes. Brushing off that very minor concern, he turned around once more, staring out over the fields of his land, and the invading army despoiling it.
"How soon can your King's army be here?" Tyrone asked softly, his paws holding onto the wall tightly, clutching at it as a man may hold at a dying lover.
"A few hours, we have camped just over yonder hill, as soon as you accept our generous offer; we will come to save the day."
The wolf's voice again was filled with humour, and Tyrone had to control himself to stop from turning around and punching him in his muzzle.
The lord lowered his head sadly, his tail dropping low and swaying gently side to side as he let out a soft sigh, "So be it, your offer is accepted."
Before Tyrone knew it, the messenger had stepped close behind him, the wolf's hot breath rustling the fur on the back of his neck slightly as he leaned in, "How do I know you will keep your word?"
The tiger stood still in shock, a part of his mind thrilling at the closeness of the wolf, a much larger part frozen in fear as he felt the large wolf behind him breathe slowly on his neck, "I always keep my word, I'm a tiger of honour. I can only hope you keep yours."
The wolf chuckled behind him, a deep, melodic sound that sent small shivers up the tiger's spine. With a quick movement, faster then Tyrone could ever expect, the messenger pressed himself close to his body, his arms reaching around to the wall, encircling the small tiger.
"Oh, we shall keep our word, don't fear about that." The wolf growled lightly into the tiger's ear, his body tight against the tigers shocked form.
Tyrone stood as still as a statue, a million thoughts running through his mind, as the wolf pressed hard against him. With a tremble, the tiger realised he could feel the messengers large sheath pressing against his rump, a little whimper slipping from the tigers muzzle before he could stop it.
With a soft laugh, the wolf pulled away, and began to walk towards the stairs at a quick pace, "I shall tell the king of your decision. Don't go anywhere; we'll need to have a talk after the battle." He said over his shoulder as he walked away, a triumphant grin on his muzzle.
A mere five hours later, the battle was over. King Aeseal's force had swept in from the rear, cutting through the invaders force and running rampant among them like a field fire. The gates now stood open, and Aeseal's army walked proudly into his city, the King himself leading the procession. The people knew of his help, and cheered the army as it wound its way towards Tyrone's castle, the simple folk throwing gifts and food at the victorious army. With a sigh, the tiger turned around and padded towards his quarters, to get ready to meet his new King.
Tyrone hurriedly readied himself, wearing his finest silks and clothes as he prepared to hand his lands over. A messenger, a small otter this time, had been sent up to tell him that the King was expecting him in the throne room. With a quick check of himself in the mirror, the tiger took a deep breath, and set out to his unknown future.
As he padded through the halls, he tried to quieten his clamouring mind and focus his thoughts. His mind was racing, chaos and confusion in his head as he thought of all he had lost, and of what may lay ahead in his future. Coming to the throne room doors, he flicked his tail nervously, his paws twitching and clenching slightly in nervousness. The guards at the door sketched him a low bow, a sign that filled Tyrone with hope and courage.
Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, composing himself. With his eyes shut though, he missed the sarcastic smiles that the two guards gave him after the bows, or the look of glee that passed between them as they looked at each other.
With a nod of his head, he opened his eyes, and stepping forward, pushed open the doors to his former throne room. He strode confidently towards the grand throne that was set against the far wall, a throne that he had sat on for many years. Now, however, a stranger sat on it, the King Aeseal.
Tyrone had never seen the foreign king, only through stories had he heard that the King was supposedly a mighty stallion and a formidable warrior. Looking at him now, Tyrone figured those stories true. Aeseal sat on the throne with a casual ease, his tall, well muscled body relaxed as he watched the tiger's approach. The King exuded masculinity, through his strong, handsome face, his impressive muscles and his sheer aura of power that he possessed, there was no doubt in Tyrone's mind that Aeseal was a mighty king.
Coming to a halt before him, Tyrone, slowly, hesitantly lowered himself to one knee, bowing his head in respect to the stallion.
Aeseal gave a snort and waved his hand at the tiger, motioning him up, "Stand, once-lord Tyrone, this shall not take long." He rumbled, in his deep voice.
The tiger stood up quickly, nervously shifting slightly as he worried over the kings words, "King Aeseal, many thanks for saving my people and their city, as I promised, this land is now yours." He said softly, looking up to the meet amused gaze of the horse.
"Yes...and as such, I keep my word. Step forth Ongarius." With a motion of a paw, the horse waved forth a wolf that had been standing deep in the shadows, "This is my second-in-command, and you are now his...I believe you two have met?"
Tyrone's mouth fell open in pure shock as he stared at the wolf, his body numb, his mind stopped in its tracks. Before him stood the messenger, looking even more powerful and gorgeous then the tiger remembered him. The king's words slowly registered in his mind as he stared at the messen- ...Ongarius
"I am his? What does that mean, what will I be?" He growled out in confusion, switching his gaze to stare at the stallion
"I'm sure you can figure it out...now, guards. Take him to his new room." Turning in his throne, the king began to talk to Ongarius, forgetting about Tyrone, who was shown out of the throne room.
The tiger was unceremoniously picked up and carried/dragged to his new room. After he had been thrown into the room, and the door securely locked behind him, Tyrone began to regather his thoughts. He slowly wandered around the room, one of the finest in the castle, and quickly realized that it must be Ongarius's own.
He spotted the clothes he wore as a messenger in a corner by the bed, as well as numerous trinkets and mementos of past places and wars. He was looking over these with some interest, turning a piece of crystal in his small paws, when he heard the sound of the door opening.
Ongarius padded into the room silently, throwing off the jacket that he wore onto the floor as he gave a roll of his powerful shoulders. Tyrone watched him silently, trying to ignore the fluttering in the pit of his stomach as he stared at this perfect example of masculinity. He licked his lips slightly before he tried to speak, making sure his words didn't come out as a squeak, "So, I am to be your prisoner?"
The wolf smiled over at him and shook his head, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as he looked the tiger over slowly, almost as one might gaze over a sumptuous roast, "Not my prisoner, unless you think you are one. Merely, my new companion...its better then having your head on a chopping block, no?"
To this, Tyrone couldn't disagree and he nodded his head slightly, a small blush colouring his cheeks, "It is better...I guess I should thank you for sparing me whatever fate your king had in store."
Ongarius smiled up at him, a simple, disarming action that made Tyrone smile back before he had even realized. He had lost his castle, his land and his title, and yet, here he was, smiling and blushing like a schoolgirl, at what should be his enemy.
The wolf let his hands drop down from the buttons, his shirt half undone as he gave a coy grin, "Come here and undo the rest of the buttons for me." He said softly, looking at Tyrone with such deep green eyes that he wanted to run to his side and rip the shirt off his chest.
"Undo...buttons..." Tyrone stammered and blushed as he looked at the wolf, his feet shifting nervously, tail twitching as he tried not to look at the enticing sight of the wolf's partly bare chest, "I...do not think that is proper."
Ongarius chuckled loudly, shaking his head as he looked at the small tiger, "Proper? I remember how you whimpered when I pressed against you on the wall, I can see right now that you are shaking in excitement. Don't bother denying it."
Tyrone opened his mouth to say something, but instead found himself walking slowly over to the wolf, his breath coming in soft pants as he ran the wolf's words through his mind. Pausing at what seemed like only inches away from the wolf; he slowly brought his hands up and undid the remaining buttons, until the shirt fell away onto the ground.
Tyrone couldn't help but give a soft whimper of excitement as he looked at the wolfs chest, his muscles clearly defined, his thick grey fur looked soft to the touch, and without a second thought, the tiger ran a paw slowly through the fur of his chest, almost reverentially touching and stroking his body.
Ongarius gave a soft pleasured sigh at the rubs to his chest; his own paws reaching up to grab Tyrone's and slowly push it down towards his stomach. The tiger needed no further encouragement, his hand stroking through the incredibly soft fur, until they reached the top of his pants.
He paused slightly, a small voice in the back of his head telling him to stop, to try and attack this wolf, for all the losses that he had caused Tyrone. But that voice was drowned out by the clamour of need, lust and companionship that he so craved. With a nervously excited whimper, the tiger slid his paw down to press against the wolfs sheath through his pants. It felt even bigger then he remembered, and he groped at it eagerly.
Ongarius bucked his hips slightly against his paw, stepping his legs further apart slightly as he reached up to place a paw on the tigers shoulder. He applied a soft pressure, guiding Tyrone to his knees, which he happily complied with.
Kneeling before the majestic wolf, Tyrone's paws shook in excitement as they crept back up to fumble with the strings to his trousers, eventually, his fumbling paid off as the knot fell apart in his paws. With an excited grin, the tiger slide the wolf's pants down slowly, pushing them down till the wolf could kick them off and into a corner.
The tiger let out a whimper of pure delight as he looked at the wolf's sheath that hung at his eye-level. It was impressively thick, easily the largest Tyrone had ever seen, as were the glorious pair of balls that hung between the wolfs legs.
Tyrone slowly ran his hands back up the wolfs legs, feeling the firm musculature of his calves, his paws teasing at his thighs, before sliding across to cup at his balls eagerly. Lifting and kneading them in one soft paw, the tiger used his other paw to good effect, cupping and rubbing at Ongarius's impressive sheath.
It didn't take long before the ministrations of Tyrone had the desired effect on the wolf, his thick, ebony member peeking out from the sheath, before beginning to emerge at a much quicker pace. The tiger eagerly slid his paw off the sheath to stroke at the quickly lengthening wolf cock. The heat and sensation of it under his paw made the tiger's breath come out as a long whimper as he gazed at it in something akin to awe.
Eventually, the wolf cock emerged fully erect, and Tyrone let go of it briefly, letting it slap against Ongarius's taut stomach. It looked to around 9 inches long, but the thickness is what made the tigers mouth water, thicker then any he had before, and the deep black colour suited it perfectly, the piece of wolf flesh stood up proudly against the wolfs belly, looking like what Tyrone imagined the perfect cock would resemble.
Slowly, the tiger reached up and took a hold of the length again, his paw beginning to stroke it up and down, from the tip to the base, feeling every small nuance and bump on its black surface.
Ongarius looked down through half-shut eyes, soft groans coming from him as he bucked his hips lightly, the sight of a once-lord kneeling down and stroking his cock like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen made the wolf want to open the tigers mouth and slam his cock deep into his throat. The wolf was in no major rush though, and the soft pawing that the tiger was doing to his thick length was certainly pleasurable enough for now.
The tigers paws slide up and down, caressing the spire of meat as he slowly leaned in to nuzzle at the wolf's balls, his tongue flicking out to lick slowly up the large sack, his muzzle opening wide as he took one of the wolf's large balls into his mouth, sucking on it lightly, before letting it out with a soft pop. A drop of pre emerged from the tip of Ongarius's cock; the tiger's paw collecting it and rubbing it into his shaft, the lubrication letting his paw slide easier up and down.
He continued to lick and suck at the wolfs balls, his paw stroking the cock that pressed lightly against his muzzle. The next few drops of pre dripped down onto the soft fur of the tiger's muzzle, a sight that made Ongarius make a mental note to give the tiger a facial sometime in the near future.
Eventually, all the teasing made Ongarius pull away from the tigers skilled paws and mouth, the wolf's chest rising and falling as he panted heavily, "Open up your mouth, my pretty tiger bitch." Ongarius growled in lust, as he slid a paw down to grasp at his wolf cock, and push it hard against the tigers muzzle.
Tyrone moaned softly in pleasure, the heat of the cock wonderful against his fur as he opened his mouth slowly, his tongue laying flat against the bottom row of teeth as he let the wolf cock slowly press into his hot maw, sliding across his tongue deep into his mouth, leaving long streams of pre behind as it slid ever deeper.
The wolf groaned loudly as he watched his meat disappear into the tigers hungry muzzle, sliding his paw off his cock to give the tigers head a encouraging pat, as he bucked his hips lightly, half of his cock buried in Tyrone's incredible muzzle.
The wet warmth engulfed his length, and sent shivers up his body, the sensations leaving him shaking his head as if he could not believe how skilled this small tiger was with his mouth.
Tyrone meanwhile was in a heaven all of his own, the sensation of the wolfs thick cock pressing deep into his mouth, the taste of the wolf and his glorious pre all made the tigers head spin with lust, his paws gripping at the wolfs legs tightly as if he might faint from sheer excitement.
Eventually, the tigers muzzle pressed against the fur of Ongarius's stomach, as he took the wolf cock to the hilt, over nine inches of meat buried in his warm maw. He gave a pleasured smile up at the wolf, which took some doing, seeing as how wide his muzzle was spread by the thick cock, his cheeks bulging as he rested against the crotch fur, getting used to the size, and simply revelling in the feeling of having a thick cock buried in his muzzle.
Slowly, as if it was the last time he would ever see the wolfs cock, Tyrone began to draw his head back, his tongue licking and flicking at the underside as he slid back so only the tip remained. The rest of Ongarius's exposed length glistened with saliva and pre, almost pulsing with need, as the tiger's tight mouth slowly came forward again, engulfing the whole length into the moistness of his mouth.
Tyrone set up a steady rhythm, his head sliding back and forth, tongue eagerly licking at the wolfs dick as it would slide back into him, a muffled moan of pure delight coming forth whenever Ongarius would shoot more pre into the tigers hungry muzzle.
Knees buckling from pleasure, the wolf grabbed the tigers head and slid him all the way off his shaft, his cock bouncing up against his stomach, a line of pre still connecting the cock tip to the tiger's mouth. With a lustful moan, the wolf padded over to the bed, sitting on the edge, legs spread as he waited for his little tiger bitch to come back over.
Tyrone whimpered in disappointment as the wolf walked away, his paws sliding down to quickly undo and jerk off his pants, his tiger hood springing out, almost painfully erect. Although not as long or as thick, the tiger's soft pink member suited his body perfectly, the shape of it almost graceful, a strange word for a cock, but one that certainly could be used.
The tiger crawled over to the wolf, soaking in the sight of his glorious length. As he watched, copious amounts of pre rolled down the shaft, dripping into the fur of his heavy balls. With a half groan, half whimper, Tyrone launched himself forward at the cock again, lifting his head up as he swallowed the length easily, the tip pressing deep into his throat every time he hilted it inside of him.
Ongarius watched with a lust filled snarl on his face, his strong predatory instincts starting to come through as he began to lift his hips strongly, slamming the cock into the tigers tight maw, a large wolf paw pressing down on the tigers head, forcing him to take all of his cock, although Tyrone would have accepted the wonderful wolf meat with no hesitation at all. There were no second thoughts in the tiger's mind, no small voices telling him this was wrong. All he was thinking of was the wolf's length, and pleasuring it as best as he could. Nothing he had ever done had felt as right as this thick wolf dick did in his muzzle.
As time wore on, the wolf began to growl and yelp with every thrust, more pre pouring out of his cock until the tiger had trouble swallowing all of it, the wolfs body tensing as he gave a few more short, sharp thrusts, until with a howl of pure ecstasy, he shoot his seed deep into the tigers mouth.
Tyrone had been eagerly waiting for the wolf to be tipped over the edge, and as soon as he felt the first thick, hot rope of cum splash against the back of his throat, he drew his head back, letting only the tip remain. Shot after shot poured out of the wolf's dick, pooling onto the tigers tongue, the taste making his head swim as he swallowed as quickly as possible. As fast as he swallowed however, he couldn't keep up with the amount Ongarius was pumping into his maw, and before long thick seed began to trickle out the corners of his muzzle.
The paw on the back of his head tightened and lifted Tyrone's head up as Ongarius pulled the tiger off his cock, and pressed the muzzle of the tiger firmly against the tip. Resting right in front of his eyes, Tyrone watched as the wolf cock continued to unload its seed, dripping down and covering his nose, pouring down the sides of his muzzle. The sensation of it was incomparable, the hot cum felt as if it was being absorbed by his fur, his whole body was alight with pleasure as he watched the wolf's spurts slowly become less and less, until, with a loud groan, Ongarius fell back on the bed, his cock sliding off the tigers muzzle, smearing the cum into the fur.
The wolf panted loudly for breath as he lay draped on the bed, his cock still standing up proudly, and a small trickle of seed running down it. He patted at the bed beside him, motioning for Tyrone to come join him, as he gasped for air.
The cum covered tiger got up shakily, his length almost bursting with need as he crawled onto the bed, looking down at the wolf with a small grin on his face, "I take it you enjoyed?"
Ongarius lifted his head to reply, but his words got stuck in his throat as he stared at the tiger. His muzzle was painted with cum, long ropes of it dripping down the sides, his nose covered in the thick white wolf goo; even his ears had been splattered with the seed. He groaned out in response, and dropped his head again, reaching down to give his wolf cock a stroke, as if for a job well done, "Incredible, I knew you would be good." He panted, grinning at the tiger.
Tyrone smiled back as his tongue poked out to clean up his muzzle, licking it clean as best as possible as he leaned back against the bed, and began to stroke his own cock, whimpering softly as his cock dripped its pre. The sensation of being covered in wolf cum, as well as the taste of the wolf in his mouth had brought Tyrone very close to climax, without a paw ever being laid on him. Now, his cock was pumping out pre as he stroked himself eagerly.
Ongarius rolled over and watched with interest as the tiger's paws slide up and down the cock, his head thrown back, eyes tightly closed as he whimpered and bucked into his paw. Thus it came as some surprise to Tyrone when he felt the strong paws of Ongarius on his shoulders, dragging and pulling him back against the soft fur of the wolf.
Opening his eyes in confusion, Tyrone grinned slightly as he found himself sitting between the wolf's legs, his back tightly pressed against his muscled chest. Ongarius leaned his head down as he gave the tigers muzzle a gentle lick, tasting his own seed still on the fur.
He leant forward slightly and ran his paws down the tiger's lithe frame, stroking over his chest and stomach before coming to a rest on the tigers rock hard length, already coated in pre. Tyrone let out a soft moan as the wolfs gentle paws encircled his cock, and began to stroke up and down, licking and nibbling at the cheek of the tiger as he did so.
The tiger leaned back hard against the wolfs comforting chest, snuggling tightly to him as he writhed and bucked in pleasure, the sensation of the wolfs hard cock rubbing against the small of his back only making him writhe more. His movements slowed as he felt Ongarius's free paw slide under his chin, holding lightly, as his head was slowly turned around, to meet face to face with the wolf, whose eyes glinted with lust, mouth partly open as he leaned in and kissed the tiger strongly, his tongue pressing hard against the tiger's muzzle.
Tyrone kissed eagerly back, pressing his muzzle as hard as he could against him, until it almost hurt, his muzzle opening up to eagerly accept the wolfs tongue, licking at it, coaxing it further into his maw. The kiss was wild and messy, the position they were in leaving little room for technical finesse, although the sheer passion of it made up for anything it lacked.
With a muffled moan against the wolfs open muzzle, Tyrone's body tensed and stiffened as his climax ripped through him, his cock shooting its seed onto his chest and stomach, showering him with its warmth.
Ongarius gave a soft moan of his own, his breath hot as he continued to stroke, milking the tiger for every drop of his seed. Eventually, his paw slowed, and stopped, cupping the cock still gently as he slowly broke the kiss, giving the tiger a soft lick on the lips in affection as he smiled at him, "Looks like you enjoyed yourself too."
He said softly, his paw running up through the tiger's fur, smearing seed into his coat, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, a grin on his muzzle.
Tyrone groaned out in almost disbelief as he watched the wolf lick the cum off his fingers, the sight making his body buzz with lust as he pressed hard against the wolf,
"Mmmmf, feels like you're not done though." He said as he grinded back against the wolf, the fur on the small of his back rubbing and pressing against Ongarius's cock, more pre leaking out onto the fur.
In reply, Ongarius leaned forward once more and kissed him strongly, the taste of each others cum mingling in their mouths as, with a sudden motion, the wolf rolled over, putting Tyrone on his stomach
He murred deeply as he lay atop of the tiger, slowly sliding backwards and off him as he gazed at the tight rump before him, licking his lips as he reached down and gave his wolf dick a slow stroke, "Mmm, be a good tiger, and get on all fours for me." He growled, reaching down to press a paw against Tyrone's ass.
Tyrone eagerly lifted himself up onto his knees and paws, looking back over his shoulder as he lowered his body and pushed his rump up in the air, wiggling it slightly, enticing the wolf as he flicked his tail high and letting it rest on his back, his rump waiting for the wolf.
Without wasting anytime, Ongarius crawled forward on his knees, letting his cock rest between the cleft of the rump as he ran his paws down the tigers sides, slowly coming to a rest on his hips as he grinding forward, his teasing eliciting a needy whimper from Tyrone, his hips pressing back eagerly, grinding against the wolf cock as he whimpered again, asking to be filled.
With painstaking slowness, the wolf slowly lined his cock tip against the tigers tightness, pressing forward slightly so that Tyrone could feel it indenting his body, the heat of it running through the tigers veins, driving him mad with lust as he tried to push back, but was stopped by the wolfs strong paws.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Ongarius leaned forward, and began to bury his wolf dick deep into the tigers ass, spreading him wide around his impressive thickness. The tightness of the tiger made Ongarius's cock pulse and leap as he pushed in further, groaning loudly as he pulled back on Tyrone's hips, driving his length deeper inside the slight frame of the tiger.
Tyrone whimpered and yelped in pure bliss every time more of that wonderful cock slid deep inside his body, his ass massaging the raging length of wolf meat that was being forced deep inside him, spreading him, and spearing into his insides. His body trembled strongly, tingles and jolts of pleasure running through his body as he was slowly filled.
After what seemed an age, Ongarius's cock hilted inside the tiger, his grey fur pressing tightly against the striped rump of the cat, as he let out a low growl of pleasure. He slid his paws down to Tyrone's rump, spreading his cheeks so he could look at his cock, buried in the tiger, the cat's small frame quivering and shaking underneath him in pleasure, paws digging into the bed sheets as he yelped for more.
For now though, the wolf was content to just rest and watch, revelling in the sight, sounds and the incredible sensations of being buried to the hilt in another male.
Somewhere, deep in his lust-crazed mind, he knew that Tyrone was different from other men; his feelings for him were far stronger then for any other male he had mated. But for now, that thought could wait, for the main thing on the wolfs mind was fucking this little tiger senseless, and filling him with his seed.
With a soft groan, he began pulling his wolf meat out of the tight clutches of Tyrone's rump, only to push in again hard when half of his cock had slid out. The tiger rocked forward with the push, a moan coming from him as he then pushed back eagerly, grinding his rump hard against the wolf's crotch, begging for more.
Ongarius happily complied, as he began to slide his cock out to the tip, only to slam it back in again, spreading his rump wide every time he pushed in. His gaze alternated between watching his black member slam deep into the tigers spread ass, and looking at Tyrone's reactions, grinning at the paws clutching the bed, slamming into him harder whenever he saw the small tiger's back arch in pleasure.
Slowly, but surely, the tempo increased, the wolf speeding up in his thrusting, growling and snarling in pleasure, teeth bared as he pulled the tiger hard against him every time he thrust in, the force rattling Tyrone's body.
One of Ongarius paws slid down off the tiger's rump to reach down and grope at the cat's raging length, pre dripping down onto the bed sheets as he stroked the cock in time with his thrusts, his eyes half closed as he felt his own climax building quickly, trying to keep it at bay until he felt his tiger lover's orgasm.
Tyrone quivered strongly, wiggling and grinding his rump wildly as he panted for release, his cock pulses strongly in Ongarius's paws, his balls tightening slightly as he arched his back, his muzzle nearly pressing into the bed with every thrust. He could hear that the wolf was close to his own climax, his feverish panting, snarls and loud groans only turned the tiger on more, as well as the lewd sound of Ongarius's cock slamming into him, the loud squelches and slaps signifying a large amount of pre had already been deposited deep in his rump.
Suddenly, with a strength and suddenness that seemed almost shocking, Tyrone's climax rose up and exploded throughout his body, his length leaping strongly in the wolfs paw as he came hard, seed pouring onto the bed. His rump clenched down like a velvet-vice on the wolf.
The sudden clenching was all that Ongarius needed to push him over the edge. With alarming speed, the wolf leant forward, and snatched Tyrone's neck in his strong jaws, his teeth taking him into a mating bite, as with only a few more thrusts, the wolf began to pour his hot seed into the tight ass of his little tiger, his hips stopping in their bucking as he held his cock as deep as possible in the tight, wet confines of Tyrone's rump.
Ongarius groaned loudly around the tigers neck, their sounds of pleasure mingling and becoming one as both of them rode out the last of their climax, both bodies pressed tight to each other, shivering strongly, damp with sweat, as slowly, the wolf lowered himself on Tyrone, opening his jaws to let the tiger go free.
His pants ruffled the fur on the back of the tigers neck as he gave a groan of pure contentment, patting the side of the tiger affectionately as he held himself inside the tight rump of the tiger, "Grrfff...incredible, you're one tight little tiger." Ongarius said teasingly, leaning forward to lick his neck affectionately.
Tyrone laughed weakly, his breath still coming in heavy pants as he shivered in simple pleasure from the soft lick, "Mmmf, Maybe you're just really big?"
He asked with a small grin, wiggling his rump slightly as if to illustrate his point.
Ongarius simply chuckled, rolling onto his side and taking the tiger with him, Tyrone cuddled against the wolf's chest as he spooned against him.
"Hope you can sleep well with a wolf cock buried in you, because it feels far too good to take out." Ongarius murmured sleepily, stroking the tiger's chest, holding him close.
Tyrone chuckled softly, "I'm sure I'll be able to sleep just fine...just fine." He said softly, trailing off so the last words could only be heard by him. And, the strange thing was, he knew he would. Even though he was being held in the arms of a wolf that should be his enemy, he had never felt more comfortable.
The End.
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Terth