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Tristan was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to bend that way. There he was, poised on the edge of the tigress' bed, with her legs wrapped around his waist like a belt and her hands gripping his skull like she was ready to remove his head from his body. From what he'd heard of her, that probably was well within the realm of her capabilities. But the supposed intent wasn't to hurt him. Instead, the dobie had found himself in the clutches of the blue-furred cat thanks to a recent workout injury that radiated pain from his neck, right down his spine. He could even feel it in his toes sometimes. Mahiri was a talented masseuse, but she told him even she couldn't quite fix something quite so dire. Their reunion was going to have to wait. For such agony, he needed an expert, and it just so happened the lovely leopardess knew a deft manipulator of joints and muscles alike. It was time for Tristan to meet her mother.

She'd certainly set the scene well. From the moment he'd arrived, Tristan found his nose slightly dulled by the aromas of candles and incense burning all throughout the humble home as if she were right in the middle of some strange occult ritual. Yet for all the sweetness in the air, she was sweetest of all. The soft tigress was all tea and honey with her warm scent, radiating a warm, motherly something that stood in stark contrast to just how intensely she gazed at him from the very first moment of their meeting. She spoke all of two words since he'd first encountered her. This way, and nothing more. It was hardly a minute later and they both sat naked together - at her insistence - while she manipulated his body in such curious ways he had no idea how it could really be effective. What was it she did for a living again? Or used to do? He was putting a lot of trust in her, but if she was related to Mahiri, she surely knew what she was doing. That was what he told himself even as she twisted his head to the side in such a way he was pretty sure it might be lethal if she slipped up in the slightest.

"Miss Indira, I'm not sure if -"

"Shhh."

The sternness of her shushing told him she knew what was best for him. He was so much larger than her but he felt utterly helpless in her paws. She could have bent and twisted him into a pretzel and he would have been powerless to stop her. He was just going to have to try and relax, even while he felt his spine being rearranged from the neck down. Firmly, slowly, she moved ever so gradually to stretch him out and get him precisely in position. And then she twisted.

"Yip!"

A doggish sound escaped him right along with that shocking CRACK that came with her expert move. The wave of numbness spreading down all the way down to his toes made him think that was it, she just murdered him in cold blood. But no, she hadn't hurt him in the slightest. It wasn't until he straightened up a little that he truly understood the miracle she'd worked for him. It was like she'd given him a new neck when he wasn't looking. There was still paint on his lower back, but that weird tweak he'd given himself had completely vanished in a single terrifying crack of his bones. He raised his shoulders just to check for sure that he'd really been relieved of such a painful burden, only to have her freeze him with the firm touch of her palms. It was more like a strike than a massage, two firm slaps to his mid back, just beside his spine. This time it was less of a crack and more of a CRUNCH as she smacked his back right back into proper shape with an immensely precise application of violence. He opened his mouth to speak his gratitude but got cut off when she took him by both wrists and pulled his arms back as if to claim them for his own.

"Ahhh, gosh, Indi - can I call you that? - you're really ... good at this."

"The body is a simple thing to manipulate once you know how it works," she said, as cryptically as could be.

"Right. Mahiri never did tell me much about you, just that you know what you're doing ..."

"I do."

He blinked a few times. Either she didn't take the hint to tell him about herself or that simply wasn't something she liked to do. Well, let her have her aura of mystery. He certainly wasn't going to fuss about when she had him at her mercy like that. She removed her legs from around his waist so she could press a knee to his back and give him another good POP that left him with the urge to slump back against her in a daze of relief. She didn't just fix his injury, she banished every bit of pain, every slight soreness in his muscles, including those that he didn't even know were hurting. Her fur was ever so soft against his back, bare breasts making for an unintentional pillow as he gave a doggy flop that wasn't entirely under his own control. She didn't seem to mind. With her hands on his chest, she continued to explore him in such ways that made him wonder if he was still getting treated, or if this was more of an extracurricular touch.

Was she admiring him? They were already naked together, but he hadn't even considered her that way up until that point. Not because she didn't interest him - she was a gorgeous, curvaceous tigress with an aura that was at the same time enticing and intimidating. He just assumed he was way out of his league. And age group. And level of experience. But there she was, rubbing over his pecs in such a way that made them tingle. She was ever so precise with her touches, manipulating his muscles in such ways as to make him slump down against her all the more deeply, more intimately. She knew what she was doing.

That much he could tell, as she reached down his body to massage his abs and leave him helplessly flopped right down into her lap, gazing at her as she peered at him over the swell of her breasts. Such a fine pair they were. They had such bounce to them, such defiance of their own weight that they made her look half her age. He almost refused to believe she was old enough to be the mother of an adult. The streaks of white in her ebon hair were simply there for accent, not from age. Yet the twinkle in her eye was one that could only come through extensive understanding of everything that was intimate and sensual. Just looking up at her inverted gaze cast down upon him was enough to turn him on more than a little.

He couldn't hide anything when he was all stripped down like that. The twitch of his sheath was a complete giveaway of how he felt. She hadn't even done anything to him yet. Her touches were soothing, magical, but there was nothing sexual about them. Was he really such a youthful dog, barely able to handle himself around an attractive woman? With her, he was. Though he didn't dare move a muscle. Partly out of simply wanting to enjoy that relaxed state for as long as he could, and partly not wanting to do a single thing she didn't want him to. He trusted her knowledge on everything intimate and anatomical alike. When she nudged his shoulder, he rolled over for her without needing any more guidance than that, laying his cheek against her striped thigh briefly before he ended up on his face upon the bed.

She was upon him in an instant, pouncing with a half-spin in the air. All so effortless, and silent too. It was like she teleported. She knew precisely what she wanted, and it was enough to bring a cute little yelp out of the big doberman. Most unbecoming of a strong dog like him, but the rumble she gave in response, that slight elevation of her constant throaty vibrations, must have meant she liked it. He was just going to have to flatten his ears and try not to do it again while she so fondly kneaded deep into the muscular cheeks of his ass. It might have still been a massage, even if it felt a lot more intimate all of a sudden.

She didn't say a word. Instead, she simply dug her fingers in deep to his haunches and worked them until he curled his toes. It was a reaction of both pleasure and slight pain when those squeezes made a sensation radiate right down his legs. Once again, he was trusting her not to completely paralyzed her. He'd never heard of anyone being rendered immobile by some good butt touches, but maybe he'd be the first. Being on his belly was a convenient way to hide just how much he'd filled out by then. A horny, thumping dog dick lipsticked free from its snug sheath and slipped along his abs while she worked him until his whole lower body was numb, but for the pulsing arousal he kept hidden from her. Not that he could hide anything from her, he got the sense.

When she'd worked his butt enough, she moved forth to sit right atop his booty so she could reach down and dig into his back. From the bottom all the way to his shoulders, and repeat she went in smooth waves of relief, taking him beneath the surface and almost putting him to sleep in the process. Her constant rumbles were something more than a purr, and they had such a deeply calming effect to go along with his every touch. By the time she was done, he couldn't even remember what his pain had felt like, for all the tingly delight dancing through his body.

A long sigh escaped him as he settled down atop his boner. His knot was even starting to fill out. He didn't even explain what had so turned him, aside from simply being in the presence of the older tigress. Her scent, her touch, her sounds. He certainly didn't expect her to do anything for him, even after working him up like that. When she climbed off of him, he felt a cold absence of her attention for those few moments it took her to rustle around. If it wasn't for the sound of a drawer opening nearby, he never would have known where she was. When she returned, she ran a hand along his spine and made him arch his back like he was a cat himself. A little pat of his shoulder had him turn over again, blushing at the unveiling of his almost fully erect canine cock. Her expression didn't change. She was as stern as ever, looking right through him as he scanned down from her features to see what she was holding. A long length of taut red rope was splayed over one of her palms. She spoke as succinctly as ever.

"There is one more treatment I recommend. Get up on your knees."

She hardly sounded like it was just a recommendation, but he was happy to go along with whatever she threw at him. That she didn't even acknowledge how turned on he was for her made him slightly self-conscious, as if he'd done something wrong. But that went away when he realized exactly what she was up to. Her natural precision meant she was very good with some ropes, and he held still or extended his arms as needed while she tied loops and knots around him to secure his arms comfortably behind his back, crossed over each other and secured by a series of elaborate rope patterns. She worked so very quickly he could only go along for the ride. Her eyes didn't even leave him when she tossed a rope up over both their heads to catch on a ring above the bed. He hadn't noticed it before, but it was firmly bolted in place well enough that it probably could support even his weight, he thought, right up until the moment she lifted him up via a pulley she'd tied him into.

The lurch of being hoisted into the air was one that made him gasp, but he didn't protest. With his arms bound, she worked on his soon-dangling legs until they were curled back towards his arms, ankles tied to his wrists but given plenty of room for comfort. She bent him into a vulnerable U with a few good tugs, leaving him suspended there in a most compromising position, one that made his dick stick straight out from his body, pointed down towards the bed as he slowly swayed there, wondering just how he'd managed to get into such a situation. All his concerns quickly went away when he saw her smile. Just a brief flash of amusement, a little arch of her lip at most, but it went along with a gleam of something in her eyes that he simply loved. That streak of feline mischief ran in the family.

"There you are." Her voice was even slightly softer. "No need for you to do anything. Simply allow me to relieve the tension and you will feel much, much better soon. But not too soon, if you please."

Was she making a joke? He was pretty sure that was humour from beneath her cold blue exterior. If it wasn't for the strange position, he might have laughed. Instead, he was trying to think about how he was going to explain this one to Mahiri. But really, he was just along for the ride. Much more so now that he couldn't do a thing. A few tests of those ties revealed he was utterly stuck, completely trapped and at the mercy of the tigress while she slowly swished her tail and got under him. Kneeling beneath the suspended canine, she tipped her head back and slowly drew her tongue up along the underside of his shaft, swirling around to the tip so she could lay a kiss there. A huff escaped his open mouth. His jaw had dropped by then. He wasn't sure what he was expecting when she strung him up like that, but the elegance with which she licked his dick was enough to leave him biting his lip. It wasn't long before he twitched for her, letting a long strand of dobie precum drip down to paint across the fur of her bosom while she seemed to dance around his shaft as if it were a pole. He watched her sway back and forth, slurping him from every possible angle at once, all the way down to his balls and back again. Yet for all her elaborate building up to it, when she plunged down on his cock and started sucking, it was sudden enough to make him gasp.

Just like that, she enveloped his every inch in her mouth at once. It was the strangest way he'd ever had his dick sucked before, that was for sure. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet she was the one being generous with him. The urge to simply bottom out and blow his load without warning blazed through him hard when she throated his entire length at once, swallowing down to his knot and laying a wet kiss there before withdrawing to do it again. It felt like she was giving a demonstration of advanced pleasure techniques, but he was the only audience she had. She didn't have to impress him. A swirl of her head and a shift of her body had her slipping down his shaft from another angle, pressing her nose into his nuts and taking a deep sniff while she was there, only to dive back up, and slurp down, and again, until she tired of the position and tried another.

Every suck was its own experience, leaving him leaking straight down her open throat while she worked him up into a state of desperation, even frenzy from the sheer pleasure coursing through him with every smooth application of her soft black lips. And of course there was her tongue involved in it all too. Blowjobs from big cats could be such an intense experience if they weren't careful, and she certainly didn't shy away from using that rough texture to stimulate him to the max. He alternated between deep groans of eye-rolling pleasure and toe-curling, tail-twitching, ear-flattening whimpers when she made him feel just a little too good. Yet for all her oral expertise, she slipped off of him with a wet backstroke and smooched his tip before he could finish in her mouth, moving instead to face him, eye to eye.

He had no idea what she was going to do from there. Even if he had, he probably wouldn't have thought it possible. The spiderweb of ropes above him held fast to that secure ring even with the added weight that came with her leaping up to wrap her limbs around him. With her arms and legs alike secured around him, she dangled from his underside and squeezed him between her thighs at once. Not a single part of him or her alike touched the bed below while she clung to him. Such a position, as unlikely as it might have been, was the perfect one to let him delve deep inside her once she pushed her pussy against his tip and penetrated herself on the many inches of that pulsing red spire. It felt like they were posing for some kind of art piece rather than having sex, yet he couldn't argue with the results as he felt himself sheathed deep in the snug sex of the older woman.

Her inner muscles were just as well-trained as those she used to climb beneath him, kneading deep to continue the massage over every single detail of his body. He couldn't do a single thing about thrusting from such a position, but she was content to provide all the motion the both of them could possibly need, slowly rolling up and down - or perhaps it was down and up - as she rode his cock from beneath him. It was as if gravity was none of her concern. She certainly didn't let it keep her from driving the dobie's dick deep into the flexing depths of her heated pussy, soaking his every inch as she gripped him taut and milked him for all the pleasure she could take from him. It didn't take long before she got herself snarling right in his face.

His contribution to their inverted coupling was to grunt as she brought her hips up to smack with his. Even from such an angle she managed to get an impressive amount of leverage. He chalked that up to the power of those thick, stripey thighs, pulling herself down on his rigid shaft again and again. Even flexing against the ropes, she didn't give him an inch. There was no wiggle room. He was entirely bound for her to milk and pleasure for as long as it took to satisfy her. By the growing rrrrrrrowl projected directly into his face, she was pleased with him. Though she still had plenty more moves to show him. Clinging to him like that was working well enough to plunge his cock snugly between the tight clamp of her soaking sex, but a flexible feline like her knew how to get an even better angle on her. He audibly gasped when she seemed to let go of him suddenly.

It wasn't like it was a long fall to the bed, but it came so unexpectedly. He watched her plunge, only for her to smoothly catch herself with her unshakable grip of striped thighs around his waist. He felt her heels press against the cheeks of his backside while she took on a new position, salt-and-pepper hair all splayed over her features as she arched her back until she'd turned herself completely upside down with his cock still buried inside her. A glance down from his perspective and he glimpsed the underside of her breasts, still so very stubborn about obeying gravity, just like the rest of her. Now she was just showing off, he thought, but that didn't make her look any less jaw-dropping while she flipped her hair out of her face and started pumping once more. The sheer amount of strength on display was admirable enough, and then there was the way she so deftly squeezed down on his knot with every pullup she made with the muscles of her legs alone.

It was more than just a fancy position. Fucking like that really did make it feel better. She slipped his knot inside her like it was no big deal, let it lock into place, and that was when she really started driving into him. Beneath her soft fur and stripes, there was the musculature of a gymnast, and all its deceptively powerful tone that came with extensive training and maintenance alike. That helped her make long lunges of her hips and deep, intense squeezes of her insides all around his every enveloped inch, she worked him up until he was twitching, spurting, trying his very hardest not to cum inside until the moment was perfect. Pulling out wasn't even an option anymore. His knot sealed the deal, leaving him bare and primed to fill her womb with seed while she worked him with those decadent inner contractions. Oh god, how was he going to explain it to Mahiri if he ... well, no, surely she had a plan, she wouldn't just dive into such a coupling bare if she wasn't prepared. Or maybe she was just old enough that - well, no, if her body could still perform such athletic feats then surely she wasn't that old, despite her white hairs. He knew he ought to just keep quiet and let himself breed with that gorgeous mother tigress, even if it might have meant impulsively knocking up his good friend's mom. Yet as his thoughts raced there, he couldn't help but let them spill to the surface.

"Indi, you know I'm not ... I mean I'm not wearing a ..."

It was so very hard to speak clearly when he was in a state of jaw-tightening, spine-tingling, digit-curling delight. She caught the implication.

"A condom, yes. No, you are not."

For all her acrobatic efforts, her voice was only slightly breathless. He couldn't match such focus, panting out his warnings.

"I'm gonna ... you're gonna make me ... cum inside you ..." came his desperate warning.

Her answer was a simple, stern invitation.

"So cum."

That was as far as their conversation got before he felt that jolt, that shock of pleasure that meant he'd turned past the point of no return. Indira lifted her arms to plant them on the bed below, forming her back into an arch to apply a little extra pleasure. Such pressure meant she simply forced him to cum. There was no one who could have possibly held on when she worked him like that, especially once the climactic roars reached his ears. Her shrieks and snarls grew bigger, bassier, until they finally erupted forth in a wave of sound as powerful as the quivering, clenching climax that squirted around the shape of his fattened knot while she dangled there from the bound dobie, kneading out the most athletic of orgasms he'd ever seen.

By the way he whimpered when he came inside her, it almost sounded like he was in some sort of pain. Instead, he was simply driven out of his mind by the ecstasy that came with flooding that warm tiger cunt. Helplessly tied and strung up from the ceiling like that, bombarded by pleasures he'd never before experienced, was hardly the big strong doberman he was used to being. His ears were flat, his eyes were closed, and the little whimpers that escaped his lips were positively puppish. He drooled a little. There was no containing his tongue, nor his voice, while he gushed into that tight tiger mom until he was absolutely numb. Yet even when he had no more to give, his balls still pulled up taut, his knot still bulged firm and remained locked solid inside her, his whole cock kept on pulsing as if desperate to just keep squirting doggy seed inside her. Her warmth, her soft touch, her scent, and above all, her primal intensity left him so turned on that even blowing a load until he was numb wasn't enough to make him calm down. He tried to thrust into her, not even knowing what he was trying to do, just operating on instinct. It didn't do him any good. She snarled her way back down to a throat purr-like sound and opened her eyes again, slowly loosening her grip from around his waist. Though that didn't mean his knot was any softer.

There came the yips again as she leaned back and simply let gravity slide her off that fat, stuck bulb. It was another shock of pleasure to the overstimulated canine, leaving him frozen in eye-rolling bliss until he couldn't take it anymore. Indi squelched from his shaft and landed silently on the bed below. It didn't even squeak. By the time Tristan could see again, she was up on her feet and moving across the bedroom like a stripey blur. Maybe it was just his eyes watering from sheer pleasure, or maybe she really did bend the light around her like that. He watched her lean against the nearby dresser, her legs parted, a stream of his cum trailing down the inside of her thighs, and all he could do was lick his lips. The urge to taste her after creaming her full was as strong as it was sudden, as if she'd planted that thought in his head from her pose alone. There was only one problem with that. He went ahead and found his voice after clearing his throat a few times.

"Um, so ... how do I get down from here?"

"It's simple," she said, and offered no further explanation than that, as if it was obvious.

He wondered if she expected him to figure it out himself somehow. With a few test wiggles, he concluded he was every bit as helpless to free himself as before, still entirely at her mercy. None of those knots had loosened, and trying to force his way out wasn't getting him anywhere, either. It was strange. Usually those muscles of his did all the work for him, but left without their help, he couldn't think of another solution. Thankfully, she had one of her own. He just wasn't sure he liked it.

"Uh ..."

The encyclopedia in him knew it as a tant?, but it really wasn't the time for such thoughts when his danger instinct was kicking into overdrive. Okay now she really was going to kill him, or that was his first impression anyway. She simply looked so very focused striding towards him with a weapon like that that he couldn't help but assume the worst. It was still partly sheathed as she held it in front of her, and it soon was again after she pulled it out with a gleaming flourish. Only when he found himself plummeting towards the soft bed below did he realize what she'd done, crashing down rather inelegantly with the severed ropes flailing about behind him as he fell. He had always thought that kind of impossibly swift swordsmanship was for fiction, not real life.

"Mmmf," he simply said as he came down on his face atop the cozy sheets.

Indira put that weapon away as if there was nothing unusual about her having it, in a drawer within a drawer that required a special tug to open it. He wasn't watching. He remained where he was, ass up and rather defeated until he got the initiative to shrug off those neatly-severed ties in one big knotted cluster. For all their complexity, she only had to cut it at a single vital point for it all to come crashing down, and he easily freed himself from those bindings with all the tension released from each of them. Seemed a slight waste of good, soft rope, but surely she had plenty more. Besides, he was still horny, and by the rich scent in the air, so was she. If anything, she was only hotter, lustier, and wetter than ever. Their first mutual orgasm had just been a warmup, quite literally. And if his nose didn't deceive him, he'd managed to fuck her right into heat, even from such a non-participatory position. She shot a fiery glare towards him, melting away her colder mannerisms for something sheerly feisty. Yet for all the desires burning with her, she still made her approach slowly, with her tail lashing sharply back and forth to a deliberate rhythm.

"You are fixed now," she said.

It wasn't a question, and she was right. Tristan couldn't feel even a hint of the pain that had brought him there in the first place. He rubbed the back and his neck and felt the cool relief there in place of the debilitating ache.

"Y-yeah. You did some really great work. If a little unconventional," he lightly chuckled.

She nodded a single time, then offered him one of those brief, fleeting smiles. "Indeed. So - you are free to make it up to me now, without the burden of your pain."

Behind her seriousness, he could tell she was having fun with him. He perked his ears straight up and offered a grin to one-up her little smirk.

"Oh. Well! I can do that. What did you have in -"

When she pounced, it was without a crouch, or any sign of warning really. Rather than landing on him, she went right past him. Did she miss? That didn't seem likely. Instead, she simply flopped onto her own bed to look unexpectedly relaxed, all stretched out with her arms behind her head and her knees up. Of course, the position gave him the perfect look at the warmth of her sex, and his own cum glistening on her folds along with the excess of her juices. He bathed in the aroma of her need even from afar, finding himself drawn closer with each sniff until he settled at her paws. Such a beauty as her, aged like wine and soft all over, he knew he had to savour. So he started at the very bottom, dipping his muzzle down to at the underside of her soles, to work along those smooth pads and even give her a few sniffs there. Even her paws had an aromatic warmth to them that was positively mouth-watering. He happily licked her feet, one after another, before he set to work on her toes. She retracted her claws for him so he could suck on each digit in return, and wedge his sloppy tongue between them too for maximum cleaning. He left her paws rather soaked in his spit for how much he drooled for her, but she didn't seem to mind. She simply rumbled on as he started making his way up her calves, kissing her fur as he went.

Once he reached the stripes of her thick thighs, he found the perfect target for his affection. A smooch upon each of those elegant markings in turn was a drawn-out process, but he felt he owed it to her to be thorough. He basted every inch of her in warm doggy kisses, made her nice and wet, licked her all over. As enticing as her sex might have been, he took his time finally reaching those warm folds. No sooner had he planted his nose against her clit and she sprung her trap. It was like a set of steel jaws closing down on him as her body leapt from dormant to aggressive, suddenly seizing him with her legs to wrap his head up and wedge him there against her pussy. She didn't let go. It was close to strangling him, but not quite, and she applied enough pressure to utterly smother him against her sex until all her needs were satisfied. The first order of business was to suck down as deep a breath as he possibly could and swallow her scent until he found himself just a little dizzy. That didn't stop him from taking his first sampling taste of her with a broad swipe of her tongue along the smooth details of her cunt. Drunk was far too crude a word for something that came from drinking the sheer ambrosia that was her flavour. It was more of an intoxication.

He'd found his spot. She kept him there, firmly clamped in the vise of her thighs, locked in the ecstasy of feasting his senses upon her delectable taste. He lapped, he kissed, he sucked, he swallowed down great mouthfuls of hot tigress lust while he slobbered and slurped his way up and down her sopping sex with the kind of enthusiasm only a horny dog could muster. That was precisely where he stayed to express his endless adoration of her. The only problem was the lack of actual air. It would have been a pleasant place to drown, all dunked down deep into the source of her sweet scents and juices alike, but he eventually had to come up to breathe. She sensed him pulling back and released the grip of her thighs just enough to let him gasp to the surface. Of course, he didn't keep her waiting long. She was worked up to a heated, clenching, dripping state, and it was up to him to keep pleasing her, crawling up along her body in the process, attending to the edges of each stripe that wrapped around to her front side along the way.

They briefly met eyes while he made his way along her belly with his tongue. He couldn't help but find her gaze a little intimidating even still, despite the affection and approval alike she cast his way. It just meant he had to keep working hard to please her, licking, sucking, latching onto one of her breasts. Such a meaty breast was one well worth nursing at for a while. She didn't give him milk no matter how hard he pursed his lips around that firm pink nub, but the sound of her moans spilling from her lips were just as sweet to drink. Those weren't growls, snarls, or even rumbles - just womanly mmmmmms that showed just how much she enjoyed that attention. He promptly swapped to the other teat and gave it such a sucking he ended up with half of it inside his mouth. The whole thing wouldn't fit of course, but that didn't stop him from making a slobbery effort anyway. Then it was time to dip his tongue between her tits and slather them up with his enthusiasm. He'd given her such a drooling that the candlelight flickered upon her sheened fur, smoothed down and coated in the excess of his desire for her. Eventually he found his way to her lips to give her a proper kiss, one laced with the taste of her lust. The grip of her thighs about his waist once more told him he was exactly where he needed to be.

Even with just a brief skim of his cock across the puffy folds of her cunt, he could tell she was in deep, aching heat. He'd worked her into one. Whether it was the real thing, or she was just desperately horny, he really didn't know. At her age it was hard to say. He didn't care. For the first time since they met, he didn't think about what she wanted, only what his body needed more than anything in the world. Newly healed and restored to his athletic self, he was free to seize her by her gripping thighs, to lift her legs even higher into something resembling a mating press so that he could push down against her pussy and plunge into her flooded cavern with the most satisfying of squelches as he schlicked along the slick mix of feminine juices and his own cum. Burying himself deep inside her was the only thing he could think about. He kept going until his knot kissed her on the folds and held himself there for a while, just savouring the way she squeezed on him. After all his warming her up, she was even tighter, even wetter, even hotter all wrapped around his cock than the first time. That feeling was one worth savouring for a good long while before he actually started fucking her, but once he started moving his hips he knew he couldn't stop until he made his absolutely most sincere effort at knocking up that fine mother tigress.

Their communication was purely non-verbal by then. She clutched at his muscular back, clawed him just a little, and showed him her teeth in one of those fine mating snarls. He didn't growl back. Instead, he remained focused and steady, fucking her like the loyal dog he was, bouncing her breasts with his every powerful stroke. Newly rejuvenated by her magical touch, he found himself swiftly losing control of his own strength. It was like she compelled him to pound her with everything he had. Normally he'd hold back, lest he hurt someone, but the way she shrieked and yowled in his face told him that absolutely wasn't an option. She could take it. A tough older tigress like her wouldn't be content with a gentle lovemaking, he could tell that much. So away he went, huffing, drooling, grunting as his body flexed taut to show off the intricacies of his musculature, all trapped between her stripes while he plapped his nuts against her with every driving power-stroke. He worked himself with all the vigour of a battering ram, hammering the feline sounds out of her, shrill and bassy alike, spurred on by the visage of terror she cast up towards him whenever he thought to show her even a shred of mercy.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been fucking her. She swept him up into a haze of stripey ecstasy, her features blurring before his eyes while he perspired upon her and mingled his scent with her own. A touch of masculine musk to go with her feminine perfume, with her wafting pheromones that flowed thick from within her every time he thumped his knot against her sex. Every downwards thud got him closer to tying with her. He knew what it meant if he came inside her heated pussy, and that didn't make him slow down in the slightest. He couldn't, at least not without a good long while to take control of his momentum. That big strong dog fucked the gorgeous mother tigress while he heels dug into his muscled ass. His little stub of a tail waved up and down as he pumped her, filled her, stretched her, closer and closer, harder, deeper until - POP went that big fat bulb of a knot as it sealed snugly inside her and remained lodged in place while she went tense all around it. Mere seconds of squeezing upon the shape of that mating tie and she set into a series of wild, rapid contractions that preceded her great, warm gush of orgasm all around his entire length. It felt like she was only tugging him deeper the entire time, clenching, kneading, death-gripping him until he gave her what she wanted. Just in case he even considered waiting any longer, the sensation of her teeth around the front of his throat served as a sharp warning to never, ever defy her desires.

The pressure that built up in his balls, that flexed down his taint, that made even his tail twitch with pleasure was almost frightening to him. He felt like he might have simply exploded bodily, but the only blast was the one of rich dog cum straight into her womb. It took seconds for him to flood her, to leave her overflowing up against that cork of a knot plugged tightly into her. He swelled her with his sheer output. A whimper burst out of him when he felt his orgasm linger, felt it carry on long past the usual point. Another shot of spunk, another. He came inside her until he could feel the pressure of her softened belly squished up against his abs. If that wasn't enough to get her pregnant, nothing would be. And in the meantime, he had a soft, warm preview of how she might have looked all bred up by the young doberman she'd only just met. There was nothing wrong with that. If he could act on his sudden urges, then why couldn't she? A sigh escaped him as his rigid cock finally stopped spurting hard, and that led to a long, slow slump that had him snuggled up together, smooching, gasping, sweating, and groping and squeezing all over simply to touch each other's bodies.

"You feel much better now, I suspect," she mused after the two of them caught their breath.

He just gave her a smooch, one of thanks and admiration alike. He needed that, all of that. The aching muscles were one thing, but he'd been experiencing a dire lack of good, rough sex for a while. That was apparent to him as the afterglow made things so much clearer, so much easier to manage. No more anxieties, no more frustrations, at least not for a while. He could enjoy her company for as long as he liked, and he was going to have to anyway, with his knot stuck inside her. Sometimes he gave her another thin spurt of jizz when she shifted or squeezed on him in just the right way. Technically his orgasm wasn't over yet, but the peak had passed in favour of soothing pleasure. There was just one more thing on his mind before he let the wave of contentment overtake him.

"Gosh, what am I going to tell Mahiri ..."

"I think she knew well the likely outcome of our meeting. And I shall have to thank her for sending me such a handsome gift."

Tristan softly chuckled and laid a kiss on the tigress' neck.

"Maybe next time I'll wear a bow. If there is a -"

She didn't even let him finish, instead moving in to lick along the tip of his ear to ensure he listened closely. The scratchy slurp to such a sensitive place kept him attentive while she spoke directly into one of his perked ears with whispered intensity.

"There will be."

He snuggled closer to her with another sigh to simply enjoy her warmth a while longer. Such an absolute statement, spoken with such confidence, was one he was absolutely convinced was true. He was almost ready to nap with her when she spoke again, as if voicing his thoughts out loud. The words made him throb inside her just one more time.

"And if this time doesn't take, well, we can always keep trying."

Whether it was intentional or not, he saw her arch her back and neck as she said that, as if to demonstrate her feline flexibility to him. He didn't need any more convincing to be impressed. That went along with a subtle but distinct flash in her violet eyes that felt like the lightning before the coming thunder - and sure enough, there came those rumbles shortly after, rolling through her body, rattling the bed and the sex-soaked figures upon it. Something told him he had yet to truly go the distance with her. That had only been round two of who knew how many that fierce, insatiable tigress still had in her.