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All I want for Valentine is My Tiger

Do you know that feeling of waking up from a weird dream and feeling a bit lost as to what had been real or not? That does happen to me quite often, me lying their, all dazed and often still very sleepy, having to untangle reality from what had merely been a dream...

Well, that was one of the downsides of being an immortal, well, likely an immortal, given that they still were testing how stable the procedure really would be. Unsurprisingly, doing long-term studies on something that would need many decades or even centuries to actually get results was posing a certain inherent problem – especially when said procedure was still a relatively recent invention.

But, I am digressing. As I meant to say, the downside of having the ouroboros mark permanently branded on the body was that it quite definitely could give you a not so pleasant kind of dreams. Part of it of course was the kind of thing you might have survived. Things that were usually certain and if you were unlucky, possibly rather gruesome death. And of course it had to start with the tests you would be put through. Tests that were for your own safety, to make sure, before being given your brand and let out into the world. But there were other things, things which were, in their own way, actually more scary than the memory of having your flesh eaten away in an acid vat...

Even if they were not necessarily as bad, it were those dreams that really made it hard for me to sleep. That feeling of floating half asleep over a deep, yawning chasm, drifting with just the barest, dawning awareness of the big, unseen something beneath. Something that was waiting there stirring as if growing aware of you in a strange, inhuman way…

Many nights I had been lying in my bed, shivering, feeling cold and naked beneath my covers, clinging desperately to anything warm and solid. Well, perhaps I was in for a better sense of actual cosmic horror than old Lovecraft ever had been able to put down on paper…

This night however, I was not alone. There was a firm, reassuring warmth pressing against me in the form of a solid, furry leg, a big, muscular arm that had ended up slipping beneath my pillow and, yes, a by now familiar loud snore sounding from the other side of the bed.

I could not help smiling. I had chided him before for being too loud, but this night, I did not mind. If he had woken me from the disconcerting, strange dreams, I was definitely grateful for my big, snoring tiger…

I slowly inched closer to him, shivering as I felt his warmth flowing into me. I only now actually realized how cold I had been feeling, only now that I was cuddling against his soft fur, pushing my face against the little valley between his muscular pectorals, inhaling his scent and clinging to him for comfort, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath me…

Skylar was naturally running hot, unlike me, and thus his bedroom was maybe a bit on the chilly side. Lucky for me then that he was always wonderfully warm and solid, allowing me to cling to him like a little kid to a big cuddly toy.

I could not really say why, but my eyes were watering, my body trembling as I clung to his muscular chest, half climbing on top of him as if I was intending to prevent him from going anywhere without having to carry me along.

Silly, childish Matt...

I should be too old by now to get so worked up over a stupid dream…

But somehow, I could not quite help crying, letting my tears soak into his creamy fur as I clung to him. It felt reassuring and comforting to have him there, all warm and solid beneath me…

Trying to calm myself down, I took deep, steady breaths, running my fingers through his fur, my dark skin in the dim twilight of the night making a stark contrast against it, especially on his chest and abdomen where it was all pure white...

I always had been a bit of a crybaby, I had to admit. It was something any boy usually had to learn the hard way to suppress…

And while I knew my big, silly tiger would never make fun of me for because of it, I neither wanted him to worry, not about something that even I knew was pretty silly…

It was enough just to have him there, feel his steady heartbeat and the heat of his muscular body, until my own racing heart would finally slow down and the shivering cold make place to his comforting warmth…

I smiled to myself, nuzzling my face into the by now familiar fur and muscle, thinking with a nix of pride, arousal and a weirdly mischievous amusement that part of that was me…

Part of it was my ever regenerating body, broken down to nourish my big, strong tiger...

I stroked over his firm, muscular abs. Even with everything that had happend, it still felt kinda amazing that a human like me would neatly fit in there...

A pleasant shiver ran down my spine, a tingling warmth spreading to my groin as I deeply inhaled his scent, rubbed my own naked abdomen against his flat, muscular belly.

It was absolutely worth any nightmare, no matter how bad they might ever get, to have this…

Skylar’s snores had slowly shifted to a deep, growling rumble, vibrating through his chest, my big tiger stirring slightly in his sleep. And as I shifted ticklishly on his body, my nipples growing pert under the soft brush of his fur, I felt something warm and firm brush against the inside of my thighs. Something very warm, like a little radiator, leaving a sticky spot on my naked skin.

I could not help the grin as I felt Skylar’s rather early morning wood rubbing against my naked skin, causing my own cock to quickly come to full mast as I shifted, letting the swollen tip of his erection brush against the cleft between my ass cheeks…

I leaned closer to place a quick kiss on his lips, before reaching down, stroking his big cock feeling the pulsing throb and the ever deeper, growling rumble emanating from his chest. Thick precum was starting to coat his tip, oozing out from his urethra until it made my fingers sticky and slick as well.

I let out a soft moan as I reached between my cheeks, pushed them against my sphincter, slowly working it into my skin, coating the ring of muscle. I was still a bit slick inside from when Skylar had taken me before bedtime and the fresh coating of precum was enough to let my fingers slide in, my body shivering, sweat running down my skin as I finally relaxed and felt the wonderful sensation of being stretched, readying myself for my big tiger…

Skylar’s cock felt so much better than any finger or any toy, warm and throbbing as he pushed against my entrance, my whole body growing stiff with need as he sank in, like a slick, greased pole I was impaling myself on.

Skylar was usually a bit too impatient and enjoying his dominance too much to let me go on like this for long, he would be giving me that look, making those growly little sounds, letting me know that he wanted to pounce me already, press me down and trap me beneath his muscular form. And it was not that I didn’t like that, liked giving in and letting him manhandle me, have his way with me, feel the tickle of his whiskers when his tongue and lips would be roaming over my body...

But sometimes it was also rather nice like this, getting to enjoy all of his glorious, big, muscular body at my own pace while his wonderfully hot cock was pressing against my prostate and driving me wild with lust every time I shifted about, bucked my hips, pushed myself down on him…

“Hmmmh, I love you, tiger...”, I whispered softly, hoping not to wake him up. His sleeping face, jaw slack, the corners of his mouth twitching, was cute and at the same time handsome as ever.

I knew pretty well that he could have lots of guys, handsome guys, nice guys, many of them obviously a good catch. And yet, he had picked me and never really let go, ever since we first had met, when he had strutted into my life, all boisterous swagger. I would not have guessed then that he would be the one, the one I would not just feel attracted to but love, despite all the silliness, that feeling of being just a bit too much over the top. I had not quite wanted to admit, especially not to him, how much and how quickly I had fallen for that big, silly tiger, who was actually a lot smarter than he might let on.

“Love you so much...”, I half whispered, half moaned, bucking my hips, feeling his cock push in deep in return, all smooth and firm, without any pain. Just deep, achingly intense pleasure as I dug my fingers into his fur, kissing along his muscular neck and feeling the quickening rise and fall of his chest, the fastening pace of his big heart…

I was whimpering softly into his fur, his strong chest, nuzzling one big, pert nipple with my lips.

And suddenly, I felt two strong arms wrapping around me, as I was finding myself staring into bright, yellow eyes, blinking at me slowly, before I was drawn into a deep kiss. And I could not care one bit that he or I still had morning breath. I was just letting out a soft whimper as I felt the rough tongue pushing into my mouth, as I was tightly held against his muscular body, big hands stroking all warm and wonderful over my naked back.

“Hmmmh, good morning, my little mancub… Missed me that badly that you could not wait for me to wake up?” Skylar asked with a playful growl, taking the tip of one of my ear between his lips, teasing and pulling just enough to make me whimper some more as he pushed his cock right into me in one, long and deep thrust that made both of us moan and tremble.

“Hnnnh, y, yes, very badly...”, I got out, slinging my arms around his neck and shoulders, rubbing my stiff cock against his six pack.

“How, hnnnh, how long have you, aaah, been awake, Sky...aaah”, I broke off feeling an almost violent throbbing sensation going through my entire body as my rumbling, big, playful tiger bucked his hips just right, rubbing my insides raw in the most excruciatingly arousing way, giving me slow, loving licks as he drove me almost wild with pleasure.

“Hnnnh, haaah, long enough to hear your sweet confessions. Rrrrrrrooooh, but it was, hnnnh, kinda hard, to get myself fully awake, rrrrrh, when you made it so much fun to just lie back and let you take care of me. Such, hnnnh, good care indeed...”, he rumbled, using more of those quick, hard thrusts as he enveloped me in a kiss, stealing my breath until I could not hold it anymore, feeling my whole body searing up at the teasing promise of how that kiss could easily grow so much deeper, held tight, without any escape as I came all over his flexing abdomen, my body vibrating with his growl as he kept thrusting, right as my whole body clenched around him. As I pressed myself against him, clinging to his muscular form, melting into his heat until he, too, erupted with a nakedly needy moan, filling me with his hot seed, just as I was still making a sticky mess that clung to my chocolate skin and his cream fur…

Chocolate…

The memory from last night came with a sudden stir, making me jerk in his arms, instinctively trying to reach out, only to be firmly smothered against his big, muscular body, the little huffing tiger sound tickling my ear, making the messy strands of my dark hair dance in the current of his breath.

“Hmmmh, my sweet little mancub...”, he growled possessively, making me giggle as I let my head sink against his chest, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the warmth and the comforting, steady rhythm of his breath. What I had wanted to get could wait, hmmmh, a little at least…

Ideally, I should have gotten it before he woke up, but, things did not always go just as planned and, well, the truth was, they did not really have to. After all, I did not need a perfect romantic moment, what I really needed, what I wanted, was exactly where I was after all…

And so we just lay there for a while, not caring for the sticky mess I was making in his fur and on my skin, or for the warm tiger cum starting to squish and run from my ass as he was moving lazily.

“Better now?”, Skylar asked with a little grin, finally, after long minutes of lazy, warm afterglow, reaching for his water bottle and taking a deep gulp, allowing me to shift about and reach for my side of the bed, to the little night table he had placed there for me. My movement alas did end up causing his thick, meaty cock to slip from my ass, making me wince and whimper, feeling sad for the sudden feeling of emptinessinside...

“Hmmmh, much better...”, I said, my fingers finally hitting the wrinkly aluminum foil, hastily prying it open and closing my hand around its contents as if to hide a secret treasure.

My tiger just grinned, taking another long and very deliberate gulp before winking at me and licking his lips.

I just grinned back, my hand quickly slipping away from my mouth, lips firmly sealed as I gave him one long look, taking him in from where his legs where buried beneath the rumpled covers, up his sculpted thighs, to his semi erect cock resting slick and glistening against his firm abs, all the way to the short shock of dark hair on top of his head.

And then I pounced on top of him, hugging him tight and kissing him on the lips, feeling the initial tension of muscle, before he let himself be pushed down like a big, cuddly tomcat patiently allowing a child to play with him, his arms wrapping tight around me as he let me push my tongue into his mouth, allowing me the kind of playful aggression he would usually be employing on me.

...but apparently, when he did taste the sudden explosion of rich sweetness and the creamy tang spreading through his mouth, I actually had my big tiger taken by surprise. Because it took a long, sweet, moment, before he pushed back, his rasping tongue wrestling mine as he greedily stole the melting chocolate heart from my mouth, still grinning as we finally parted for breath.

“Happy Valentine, Skylar...”

I was looking into his eyes, all warm and deep as he was pulling me closer, his tongue lapping over my face as if I was tasting just as sweet as the chocolate had.

“Happy Valentine, Matt”, he said with an uncharacteristically solemn expression on his face, not letting go of me as his fingers gently stroked along my spine.

“I do love you so very much, too...”