FSE

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The clock slowly ticked from 11:45 to 11:46, the small numbers in the right lower corner of the computer screen seeming to change at an incredibly sluggish pace, time crawling its way through the morning and midday and slowly making its way into lunchtime.

For a certain cougar it was way too slow.

Demona 'Demi' let a tense sigh huff its way out of her. Working as a media designer was fun most of the time, but the last 2 months had been unusually stressful and frying on her nerves like nothing else. It certainly didn't help that her boss was chasing her around with his metaphorical blowtorch like a little red demon gleefully chasing people around with his pitchfork. She groaned and reached up to rub her eyes, which were a stunning shade of aqua blue. She trust out another breath through her nose and shrugged off her thick black zip up sweater.

She gritted her teeth. As often enough she'd chosen the wrong type of clothing for a day at work. Today however had turned out to be a tortuously fatal mistake on her part. The morning had been dim and grey with mist rolling in from the north, so she'd taken on a thick wool coat, gloves and beanie. To her chagrin the weather had already become better by the time she parked her car. Sunshine and blue sky were peeking out of the heavy grey math which had covered it. As she'd entered the building her art company was located in her usually cheerful morning reception had turned into a walk of shame. Her colleagues asking if winter had come again or if she was the new king of the north.

Celeste, a stunning strawberry tigress with long straight corn-colored hair and green eyes had added, with no small amount of haughtiness and venom, "Maybe we should start calling you Sansa, Demona." And how Celeste's' eyes had been cold and bore into Demi's own with an open, almost palpable distain, how dismal she'd felt under the other, beautiful woman's frigid, shrewd gaze.

Demi jerked out of the unpleasant memory when she felt something thud against the back of her chair. Ears folded back and eyes narrowed, the cougar turned around.

The first she noticed was the back of a wheeled chair just like her own. The owner of it had obviously swirled from his working booth to hers.

Next she noticed the owner of the chair.

A large Siberian tiger sat astride it, his large thighs and foot paws planted on either side of it, his shoulder length blonde, wavy hair pulled back and into a pony-tail, and his light blue eyes were keen and soft. His sculpted, muscular body was easily visible through his tank top; the rippling pectoral and abs cutting against the white cotton as easily as his thick legs filled out his slightly ripped jeans. His face had almost disturbingly good looks. His stripes and fur were the common orange and black color but that didn't stop anyone from seeing him as anything but extremely handsome.

He folded his arms on the back of his chair, thick and corded with muscles, and rested his chin on them and proceeded to look at her with a soft smile.

"Demi." He said simply.

"Victor." She replied curtly while turning back in her chair and started to browse through her maps. Where did she put the projects she'd been working on for the last three weeks?

Allowing herself to be lost in the browsing for a moment, she flicked her eyes to their corners when something appeared in her peripheral field of view. She bit back a groan.

Victor had without her noticing risen from his chair and leaned over her shoulder, palms resting on the table on either side of her until their cheeks almost brushed and he flicked his eyes on her for a second before he reached out with a hand and swirled one finger over the screen, hovering on a map.

"Look in 1A, the projects should be first in the list." He said, before pushing away from the table to flop into his chair again. Demi rolled her eyes before looking at him over her shoulder. "Thanks for the tip, but I think I know where I put my own projects." She replied with what she hoped to be a sincere smile or at least appeared to be so.

He rolled his eyes right back at her and snorted. "Whatever, I'm right."

She stuck her tongue out at him and he replied through a laugh with, "You know I'm right, Demi, but let's add some spice to it: If I'm right I get to buy you coffee..."

Demi smiled.

"...And I get to take you home." He finished mischievously.

Her eyes almost popped from her head. She regained her composure quickly however. She gave him a grin. She knew Victor, the laidback social magnet of their work team. Funny, kindhearted and loyal, if a bit crazy and bizarre would be a good way to describe him. And somehow they'd become friends.

She couldn't pin-point exactly when it happened, but sometime during the talks at lunch at work or in the bar on weekends she'd started to like him. His humor was easy to follow and made her laugh, in no small part thanks to his own contagious laughter. On top of all that he was always polite and a gentleman, which sadly, couldn't be said about the other men at work.

Not that she'd tell him about that, she didn't want him to worry. And from the experience of having him in her life for 2 years, she knew just how much he worried about her.

"Isn't it a win-win for me either way?" She joked back, and she snorted out a laugh when he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"Sure is."

Demi left it at that and turned around and clicked on the map he'd indicated.

"Son of a bitch...!" She hissed loudly enough for him to hear.

"Woohoo!" He whooped and threw a fist up in the air.

She narrowed her eyes and leaned in and said slowly, "I am not having sex with you," while poking him on the nose in emphasis.

"But that's what you need." He replied seriously, eyes intently fixed on her.

She knew she was staring owlishly at him, muzzle somewhere on the floor, and before she could come up with something to say or even get angry, Victor was grinning and scuffing the chair back to his booth using his legs.

Demi shook her head, her long shoulder-length dark brown hair with a single blonde stripe on her right side moving with the sways of her head. She couldn't help but wonder what her friend was up to: Victor was known for crazy ideas. Yet what stood out in her mind the most was not the thought about the possibly that he might get her into trouble...

But that's what you need.

The confident words of the tiger sent shivers up her spine, made goosebumps erupt over her shoulders and arms. Had he really been serious?

But for now she pushed those thoughts away. She had a work to do, as she opened the projects and started to work on them.

She'd been working on the projects - a movie poster for an upcoming sci-fi movie and another poster for a beauty product - for 2 hours and a half, when she felt a light tap on the shoulder. Turning around she was met by her boss's ominously scowling face. He was a common colored wolf who everyone - Demi included - secretly called Mr. Scowl-Face because no matter the day or week, whenever someone saw him he always scowled.

"My office." He said before turning on his heel.

Demi's ears pinned themselves down, and she barley kept from grimacing. That didn't sound promising. She swallowed down the stress and nervousness which had turned her belly into a hard knot, rose from her chair, and followed him into his office.

Her Boss's office was built so he could look out through a large window at almost every work booth; which frankly made her uncomfortable - she didn't like the thought that someone would spy on her when she worked.

She kept from scrunching her nose even though she wanted to: Her boss's office was messy with a load of old paper coffee mugs on his table, along with piles of papers.

"So, let me cut to the chase. I saw those two projects you were working on." He said as he took his place behind his desk. He didn't invite her to sit, instead left her standing fidgeting before him.

"I thought I said that I wanted those projects done 2 weeks ago?" He said icily while quickly looking at a paper before putting it away with an angry shake of his head.

"Well...I-"She started but her boss rudely cut her off.

"I was rhetorical, you're not meant to answer..."

For a moment she was struck into silence, then.

"I've just been very stressed these two months..." She admitted.

"Oh, very stressed, you say?" He said with both brows raised mockingly.

He leaned forward. "Well guess what? I'm stressed too, but you don't hear me complain do you?"

She watched with a gnawing sense of worry as he leaned backed and continued.

"When you asked to take these two projects on I expected you to be able to handle them. Maybe I should give them to someone else-"

"N-No! I can handle them, I promise! I just need a little more time..." Demi pleaded.

He regarded her with slightly narrowed grey eyes.

"...Very well. You have until midnight to send me the projects." He said finally at length, with a voice that said that she should just be thankful that he even let her into his office for the conversation.

She nodded once before excusing herself.

As she exited the small door and continued her way to her booth she dragged a hand down her face disheartendly as she plopped down in her chair once more. She silently wondered how she was going to get out the new mess she got herself in.

Demi girl, now you're in deep shit. She thought, resting her chin in one hand while tapping the table with the other. She squinted in confusion when a paper coffee mug was thrust under her nose.

"Coffee delivery." Victor sang as he rolled his chair in an arch so it was standing beside Demi's own. He gave her a grin that she could only partly return. Victor didn't ask what had soured her mood so suddenly; he'd probably already figured it out.

He smiled softly as he sank down into his chair and threw one leg over the other. "So the boss tore you a new one, I presume?" He said after a mouthful of coffee.

"You could say that." Demi replied with a sigh. The tiger reached over to pat her knee. "There, there. It will feel better after lunch, my place is nice and quiet and you could use some R&R." He said soothingly.

Demi gave a nervous grin, rubbing at her neck. "Eh...Listen, about that, I don't think I can, see, Mr. Scowl-Face said I have until midnight to send him the projects, which means I'll have to stay till like 5 PM at least to finish them completely..."

Victor looked bemused, frowning. "So?"

"So it wouldn't be fair to keep you." She replied firmly.

She raised both eyebrows when he rose from his chair and asked her to hold his coffee.

"What are you up to?" She replied with her forehead in perplexed and suspicious creases.

He winked one clear blue eye at her. "You'll see...I'll be back in a nifty." He said before rounding his chair and disappearing out of sight.

Demi folded her ears back, finding herself even more confused over her friend's behavior then before.

She'd finished half of her coffee by the time he returned - whistling he made her squeal when he ruffled her hair with a paw and daftly evaded her retribution of flailing hits, before he laughingly sat into his chair.

"I talked to the boss and convinced 'im to let you go home early to 'work' on your projects." He finished with a smile that left her with a feeling that said that working were the last thing they were going to do.

When Victor leaned in closer she perked her ears.

"Now there's only one thing left to decide." He said seriously.

She leaned in closer, eyes round, questioning and large. "What?" She whispered.

The serious look melted away into a toothy smile. "What are we going to have for lunch?"

She laughed in disbelief and swatted him playfully on the shoulder.

---

It wasn't long after his little announcement that Victor, with Demi in tow left work and drove to a charming little dinner were they had a quick lunch consisting of a larger cheese burger and fries for Victor and a Cesar salad for Demi herself before continuing onwards to Victor's place.

The three-story building was nestled in a quiet part of a neighborhood on the west side of the city. The spacious house itself was an old Victorian marvel; with shining white paint and beautifully crafted details in the form of a balcony over the front door and a door clapper in the form of a lion's head, the metal mane streaming out like rays of sunlight over the door.

"Pretty neat ain't he?" Victor said with a smile, while fishing up his keys from the pocket of his jeans. "I call him Simba."

She snorted and rolled her eyes at the cliché sound of it, but her excitement grew to an almost childish level when he opened the door - as beautiful and artistic as the rest of his house - before spreading his arm out in gesture that blatantly meant "Ladies first."

She stepped into his house with eyes wide with awe.

The interior while as classic and tasteful as the exterior, wasn't all old furniture and lace. The front hall was more like a foyer with its rich dark rosewood paneling and floor covered in thick carpeting. She glanced curiously down at the pattern on the thick red mat. Swirls and flowers adorned it in what looked to be some sort auric type of tread.

"Welcome to my humble little home!" Victor said cheerfully.

"Humble..." The cougar muttered while turning slowly in a circle, still drinking in the details of her new environment with the joy of an artist.

"Humble isn't really the word I would use to describe your home, Vic." She said with a smile full of mirth.

The sudden feeling of something wet and warm against the back of one of her ears made her stiffen the same instant a pair of strong arms came around her middle to draw her against an equally strong chest, she turned her head around, looking over her shoulder and over a broad expanse of stone-like pectorals and up into blue eyes. "Victor, what are you-"

For a split second that seemed to drag itself into infinity, the cougar was staring into the tiger's face, silently wondering why there was an insistent pressure on her lips, why she was slowly reaching out to wound her arms around his strong neck, returning the kiss.

His paw slipped from her waist to press into the small of her back, and the move made her arch into him, made her eyes flutter close and she could feel the heat of him through the thin sheet of wool of her sweater.

The moment was suddenly over just as she had gathered her nerve to carefully prod him with her tongue, and she stumbled away, all apologize.

"I-I'm sorry - I shouldn't have!" Demi sputtered without knowing why.

As ever, the tiger laughed. "Eh, it wasn't that bad!" He grinned. "It was actually really good!"

His reply sent a sudden jolt of realization though her.

She pointed an accusing finger at him. "You kissed me!" She spat.

He raised his arms up. "Eh... Yeah? Did it take you that long to figure it out?" He raised an eyebrow in slight bewilderment.

She just managed another sputtering sound that he seemed to find particularly funny.

"Honestly Victor, I-I don't-"She started to say when he cut her off with a humored snort.

"Oh stop it Demi, I know you liked my kiss, I bet that y'er all hot and bothered now."

She was. Just a tiny bit, she could probably ignore it if she had to. Not that he needed to know that.

"Do you sexually harass every female you know?"

A challenging glint lit up in his eyes. "Some would call it foreplay?"

"Foreplay to what?"

He grinned again, smugly this time.

"Sex."

Her eyes winded.

"Wh-what?!" She looked at him incredulously.

"Don't look so surprised, I already told you at work what I had in mind." He said with a laugh, having turned around to face a row of hangers, his light creamy colored summer coat having been slipped over his broad shoulders.

He turned to her once the coat was hanging neatly on its hook.

Now she fidgeted, shoving a toe into the carpet, moving it slowly in circles.

She didn't notice she'd been staring at the carpet until a large hand gently gripped her chin to bring her head up, and then she was staring into Victor's kind, blue eyes.

He lightly caressed her chin with his thumb. "Penny for your thoughts?" He rumbled.

"Victor, its-I don't think-"

"Oh quit being so nervous would ya?" You've said that you think I'm hot any number of times we've been to the bar." He said matter-of-factly.

"I was drunk!" Demi replied voice slightly more than a panicked squeak.

"Have you heard of the saying 'Drunken words are often hidden truths'?"

His words made her avert her gaze to the side, as much as his firm grip would allow, and start fiddling with her fingers.

The old clock on the wall slowly ticked the pair's conversation into silence.

"...It's just that... casual sex between friends tend to end badly for those involved." Demona said after a few minutes of silence.

Victor let go of her chin to cup his own thoughtfully while cradling his elbow in the opposite hand. He regarded his friend for a moment before saying, "Sex between friends is anything but casual, and those that believe it or say such things don't know what true, deep friendship's about."

If he hadn't sounded so serious she'd tell him how corny all of that sounded. That it wasn't so simple, with all the different variables in a relationship, among other things. But how could she when he looked at her with those strong, gentle blue eyes?

"You actually don't think that I'd risk our friendship over a casual good time, do you?"

She blushed when he fondly nuzzled against her forehead with his nose.

"But why me? You could have practically anyone you'd want..."

"Like who?" He replied, seemingly genuinely interested in her answer.

Demi fidgeted with her fingers and averted her gaze to a flower pot. Pretty pot...

"Celeste...Maybe?"

Victor's eyes hardened; he took a step forward to tower over her. "What has Celeste to do with this?" He asked genuinely.

"W-well-"

"Celeste doesn't hug me good morning when I come to work or hug me goodbye when I leave to go home. "

"I-I..."

He started walking towards her, and for each step he took forward she took one back.

"She doesn't sit and talk to me on almost every break. She doesn't take me to the bar and won't try and force me to drink."

She cursed softly when she felt how her back thudded against the wall: Victor had her trapped, literally, but the larger feline didn't seem to notice, too far into his small tirade.

"She doesn't laugh at my jokes. She doesn't make me feel protective of her."

At once he was close to her, so close that their bodies almost touched. It made her draw in a slow, careful breath.

He leaned into her ear and whispered hotly, "She doesn't make me feel like this."

He ground against her, making her let out a shocked gasp: she could feel the bump of his stone hard erection rubbing through her skirt, the sheer material doing nothing to deaden the feel of him.

A spike of heat lit in her stomach at the sudden raw carnal contact, warmth blazing out to send a tingling wave between her thighs. She bit her bottom lip, a whimper unwittingly escaping her, as she felt a sudden dampness in her panties.

She also tried to ignore the fact that her breathing was growing heavy.

A puff of hot breath on her ear and neck made her shiver with a sudden rush of goose bumps. "How long has it been for you?" Victor breathed, one of his large paws coming up to caress the back of her head.

2 years since a reasonably good time had happened. Again, not that he needed to know that. She was quickly taken out of her musings when she with a yelp felt how her tiger friend's large paw made its way under her blouse, gliding against the flat plane of her stomach, rolling in gentle circles, appreciatingly taking in the discreet muscles hiding under short, soft silk-like fur if his rumbling purr was any indication.

"You're so soft, baby..." He rumbled, and as she dazedly looked at him, she noticed just how hot his gaze was as it traveled of her body like a laser's light-beam, became aware of just how much he wanted her.

He shifted his gaze slightly, and when those hot eyes fell on her face she flushed. Victor's eyes shone with affection that she could almost feel. "Demi?" He said and Good God she didn't think her named had ever sounded so nice and beautiful as when it came rolling forth from his muzzle.

She whimpered again and burrowed her head against his strong chest. She didn't think she could gather her focus enough to answer back. He would just have to take that for an answer.

Apparently the tiger had other thoughts on the matter, because he gently fisted her hair and pulled her head back and up until he could look her in the eye. "Demi, I want you to be absolutely sure that this is something you want." He said softly and brushed his nose over her forehead.

She swallowed hard, throat bobbing with the motion, still in disbelief that this beautiful male wanted her, her of all people!

"Please...!" She whispered needingly, voice hoarse in her too-dry throat. She moaned helplessly when he craned his head and rasped his course tongue up her neck in a smooth, slow slide. A very pleased growl rumbled in his chest.

---

She liked the color choice of his wallpaper, she thought somewhere in the back of her half-white-outed brain. Victor still had her trapped between the wall and his body; she noted dimly, the blood rushing in her ears being akin to white noise. It was making it increasingly hard to even try to think coherently.

The large tiger had hitched up her skirt so it laid reeled up flat against her stomach and grabbed hold of her thigh to hold it against his muscular denim-dressed hip. The cougar's lips pulled into a grimace of pleasure as the larger feline fondled and fingered her with dexterous skill, a visible wet spot clouding the front of her light purple panties as he toyed with her.

The wet sounds Victor's fingers created as the glided to and fro in her sex would have made her blush if nearly all of her blood wasn't in her cheeks already. She shivered, back arching away from the wall and a gasp escaped her as Victor's thick finger rubbed along the sensitive nerves in the roof of her damp passage.

Demi watched without really seeing how Victor reached down to unzip his zipper and open the single, large button of his jeans, before pulling his pants down so they clung to his large thighs along with his white cotton boxers, bare for her to take in.

Demi bit her lip and quivered at the sight of him: While not enormous or unnaturally large, it was clear that the tiger was very well endowed. The rigid, stiff shaft throbbed; a few drops of precum ran down it, over a thick vein that had her biting her lip again. The heat from before turned into a fire in her loins: tantalizing and tingling. It needed to be quenched.

"Vic-Victor..." She moaned breathlessly, a veil of annoyance creeping into her tone.

"Yes?" He panted, chest rising and falling slowly like the ebb and tide. Her thighs shook as his thumb made a hot jolt shoot off into the regions of her stomach when it poked and pressed against her clit.

She jerked her hips involuntary. Why wasn't he doing it already?

He laughed when she gave him an annoyed glare, slightly dulled by lust's iridescent haze. He leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I see your point, kitty; I won't keep you teasing you, then."

So said, the shapely cougar let out a startled yelp when she was scooped into Victor's burly arms, and after having shimmied his jeans and underwear down to his ankles to be kicked off, the Siberian tiger trotted up the dark wooden staircase with arms full of a excitedly trembling Demi.

---

She had a good first view of his room when the tiger gently pushed the sky-blue painted door open with one foot. A large king-sized bed with blue sheets and white duvet, neatly made, stood right under a large window with its blinds down, letting slanted rays of light make lines on the soft wooden floor. A door was across the end of the bed.

He gently puts her down after kissing her cheek, before starting to undress her while whispering in her ear and kissing her neck.

The black sweater and grey tank-top is the first to go, and he unsnaps her bra with deft ease soon after, letting it join her other garments on the floor, all the while nuzzling and kissing her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear; how lovely she looks, how he'll take care of her and please her. How he will take away all of her worries.

"Just relax, kitty, let me take care of everything." He whispered in her ear before nipping at it with his teeth. She whimpers and pushes her still skirt-clad rump against his groin; making him growl and nip at her neck, makes him roll his hips against her ass, and she can once again feel him pressing against her buttocks, hot and hard and wanting.

Without warning he pushes her, and she finds herself planted with her palms resting on the diligently made bed. She looks at him over her shoulder, frowning in confusion. He just rumbles a growl that makes her shiver, flaps his thick tiger tail, and lifts her skirt and in one decisive tug, pulls her underwear down and off, and flicks it somewhere to the floor.

She squeals as she feels the first firm licks against her already wet petals. Whimpers pours out of her despite how she tries her best not to let them out. Another series of firm swipes of the sand-paper like organ made a groan slip out.

Demi squirmed when he gripped her buttocks in fistfuls, sending thrills up her spine that melded together with the ones he produced with his tongue until she was shaking, fisting the sheets between her fingers as she tried to hold on some assembly of coherent thought. She reached to grab a pillow and clutch it against her with everything she had, but her muzzle slacks and hangs and her hand manages to just curl into the pillow, as a heavy surge of pleasure makes her cry out.

"A-Aahn...!"

Demi chewed her lip as she slowly turned to once again look over her shoulder, gaze lingering on the large paws planted so firmly on her rump, the round ears that she could make out as the head swayed and bopped.

Victor dragged his rough tongue across her musky swollen folds in a firm, agonizingly slow slide, making the cougar clench her teeth and clutch at one of her thighs when the muscles in it quivered uncontrolledly. She felt how he snorted in amusement against her wet sex, the puff of air feeling cold against her heated, sopping flesh. When she had regained something that could be almost called brain activity, she became aware that Victor was silently gazing at her over the rim of her own behind, her long tail slowly lashing left and right.

His eyes entranced her the second she met them with her own; they were so soft and warm, so warm that it looked as if the blue in his eyes would melt and liquefy. He still hadn't stopped licking her, and she flushed when her bottom lip trembled at the continued stimuli combined with their locked gazes made her body flush with warmth.

Demi's own eyes winded when the tiger's suddenly turned devilishly mischievous and he broke the contact; she could feel how he leaned closer to her, nose pressing against her entrance, breaths heavy against it.

She threw her head back when the larger feline too her swollen, pumping clit between his lips and started to suck on it with a passion and intensiveness that was almost frightening, almost too powerful.

She looked at him with half lidded eyes, muzzle open and panting, chest heaving with each deep, ragged breath that he made her take. She cried out, loudly, and pressed a hand against her mouth to try and stifle the sounds. She could feel it, like a balloon that had slowly but steadily been swelling in her lower belly. Realizing that she was going to climax any second set her breathing into shrill, fast-paced gasps.

Her thighs started to shake with the familiar tension of release, and she wanted to warn him but her mind was white-outed and she could only focus on her fast breathing, the cries that turned into yelps as he continued to suck on her clit with the skill and consistency of an artist.

When she came it was with a shrill scream that echoed in her own head, as the explosions of pleasure blasted out in white-hot streams from her sex to ignite her spine and send wave after wave of tingling, maddening pleasure out in every possible direction. It sent her muscles into a series of spasm and contractions that she could barely feel over the blinding orgasm.

She didn't hear Victor's quiet gasp amidst the roar of tumbling blood in her ears, as she squirted streaks of liquid out from the depths of her spasming sex to coat his muzzle. He rasped his rough tongue over her quivering nether-lips to taste as much of her juice as he could, as it drips like dew drops from his muzzle and whiskers.

She all but melted into the bed, body drained as she hadn't come that hard in a long time, and it left her feeling tired and a little sleepy, as the heavy contractions died down into gently rolling waves of warm tingles over her skin, akin to a mat of stars gently bursting on her skin. He was still lapping at her slick pink lips and musky honey like a mortal lapping at the Ambrosia of a love-goddess, sucking lovingly on her clit to prolong her pleasure as long as he can.

She's still trying to regain her breath and heartbeat when she feels him tug her skirt away and off from her hips and press the blunt head of his hard cock against her entrance. She once again looks over her slim shoulder to find him looking at her with expecting eyes and a small smile, and he pokes her lightly, silently asking for permission to continue with their lovemaking.

She nods once, and their eyes are once again locked as he enters into her with one decisive slide. And then he's inside of her, muscular thighs pressing against her pert ass, his large hands firmly gripping the curved swell of her hips.

"Oh God...!" She can't help but gasp as she feels how the head of him nudges her deeply, presses gently at her cervix, so wonderfully deep in her sodden, silken heat.

"You said it, kitty." He gives an experimental thrust of his hips that makes her whimper loudly through her nose and him groan. "Shit, that's tight..." He hisses delightfully though his teeth. He leans over her, sculpted chest pressing into her back. "You must have been without it for as long as I...Maybe even longer...?" He purrs throatily in question while giving soft, shallow trusts, testing the waters.

She whimpers and tries to grind her ass against his groin, seeking more contact, thinking that if he doesn't hurry up and take her hard and fast and now, she'll go crazy.

As ever he just laughs, though it is raspier and deeper than usual. He straitens from his position over her back and begins a gentle rhythm, making sure to go nice and deep to catch all of her internal buttons and spots, but slow enough to draw out on it.

She bits her lip and sinks forward into the mattress with a helpless moan, a shudder rocking her frame, and she doesn't know if she wants to smack him for inducing such sweet torture on her or just stop thinking and enjoy it. She folds her arms and rests her chin on it, small moan-like whimpers escaping her as he trusts slightly harder.

Without warning however, Victor pulls back, almost all the way until only the head remains inside, before thrusting in. The sudden punch of his engorged head and shaft smacking into her makes her see stars and shoot up from her reclined pose, a yowl erupting into the room.

Panting, tongue hanging out, she looks at him over her shoulder. "What-?"

He cocked a brow at her, before repeating the same motion again, delighting when she threw her head back with another sharp yelp. "You looked like you were bored...?" He chided her, before giving her the devilish grin again. "Let's speed this up, shall we?"

She doesn't have time to protest or agree, because the tiger is already setting a staccato pace that has her shaking and moaning, and soon her mind is almost as blank as sheet of paper, as his hips pounds in continues streams of fast, almost punishing, trusts.

Time seems to be none-existent, as the orgasms crash over her, one after the other, some almost painfully powerful, making her scream her guts out, some so sudden that they make her freeze and open her mouth in a silent cry, and some are accompanied by Victor's soft encouraging whispers in her ear and her own breathless cries.

She can feel how her tunnel clenches around the fat shaft as it jabs into her, making the panting male above her growl his approval; can feel the sweat and heat from the both of their bodies as the large tiger pants and grunts, as he pounds into her with everything he has, can feel the large balls smack into her crotch like a door clapper as he thrust away.

As she comes down from another countless explosion, she feels how her lover's rhythm changed to an almost frantic pace-less sledgehammering , his growls mixed with loud grunts, before he abruptly stiffens and slams his muscular hips against her. She feels more than hear him grunt as he comes, muscles bunching as shots of hot thick, creamy potent tiger-cum shoots into her quivering, spasming depths.

The whole room was shaking and she dimly wondered where the earthquake came from before she realizes that she's coming so hard that she's shaking, spasming once again, waves of heat and shivers enveloping her. She lets out a jerking gust of breath that she didn't know she'd been holding in, as Victor's still cumming and soon enough she's literally filled to the brim and can feel their combined juices overflow and trickle down out of her between both of their legs.

As her perception slowly started to return, Demi became aware of the hard weight of muscles on her back, the deep breath washing against her neck and the back of her head. Became aware of the rumble that was being emitted from the tiger on top of her, which she could feel vibrating through her own body in a surge.

In a sudden rush of warmth that could almost be called affection and love, she nuzzled him. He made a happy sound and wrapped a large arm around her middle and rubbed the back of her skull with his nose. The motion made her purr and lash softly with her long tail. Victor kissed the back of her head before once more straitening and pulled out to lay down beside her, exhausted.

She laughed when he yawned widely, despite the fact that her body was heavy and her muscles felt like she had run a marathon; the feeling akin to gelatin.

Her eyelids drooping, the cougar laid down beside her striped lover. It was a pleasant surprise when he reached over to start caressing the small of her back with firm gentle motions of his big paw, taking away any and all tension that might have been left after their passionate romp with a few pleasurable waves that left her feeling utterly relaxed, but also really tired.

"Yes, that's it, sleep..." He encouraged softly as she turned on her belly to grasp onto one of the large down pillows to rest her cheek on it, his hand still caressing her back with the back of his knuckles. She smiled when she felt how he tucked her in, gently pulling the sheer sheet over her body, cocooning her, making her feel safe and protected.

She was almost asleep when she felt more than heard how he leaned in close to her ear to whisper, "Why don't you sleep for a few hours and then I'll wake you when dinner's ready and after that I'll help you with the projects. "She could hear the smile in his voice when he continued. "And after that..." He trailed off before she felt his muzzle planting itself on her naked shoulder, sucking and kissing lovingly a few times before pulling away.

She thought she replied but she wasn't sure, because her mind was getting fuzzy and soft and before she knew it, she was deeply asleep.

Victor smiled happily to see his dear friend so relaxed and leaned in to press a last kiss to her brow before whispering, softly so as not to wake her.

"Sweet dreams, kitty-cat...Sweet dreams."

END.