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Theo had been a guest of the tiger village for a mere two days, the first of which had been spent ravenously devouring the endless plates of well-seasoned meats his hosts had brought him. The journey from the north had been long, and fraught with a great deal more perils than he had envisioned. Had it not been for the timely intervention of a rather curious, and stunningly alluring, fey spirit, he may not have arrived at all. Even with the benefit of supernatural assistance, his provisions had run out five days ago. Two days before the village and the last of his water had dried up. Though the rainforest provided plenty, its bountiful stocks of fruits and game required a keen eye and keener nose to uncover. Theo possessed neither, having grown up far from the towering canopies that surrounded him. Limping and hungry, it had been by pure chance that he had stumbled upon a wandering group of keidran. Tigers, no less, though of course to be expected of this part of Mekkan.

His first thought had been to run, though robbed as he was of energy and willpower, he had instead chosen to simply sit down, and await whatever they might see fit to do to him. In a stroke of divine luck, that was seemingly to feed and shelter him, a far cry from the tales of savagery and menace he had been told, of travellers set up and vanished into the jungle.

A full belly and a night of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep had seen his senses return to him, and upon the second morning he had stepped out and into the village proper for the first time.

Everyone was naked. Everyone.

Of course, they were. Far from the judgmental eyes of human or basitin cities, here these felines expressed themselves in the fur. There was a causal grace with which they paraded themselves about, stepping deftly upon their digitigrade feet, holding paws, and exchanging all manner of affections. Here, shame was a foreign concept. Surrounded by nature, and indeed an intrinsic piece of it, they lived, played, and loved freely, uninterrupted by the wider world. For his own part, Theo couldn't help but admire them. First and foremost, for their carefree lifestyle, but also for the. . . aesthetics of it all. He would be lying if he said he hadn't taken the opportunity to help himself to an eyeful of curvaceous, shapely rump or perfectly pert breasts. Nobody seemed to mind, happily allowing him to play the part of an eagerly enthralled audience.

That had been the majority of his second day as their guest.

He had been spoken to, briefly. Many were curious. Some even dared ask him a question or ten, probing every subject from his favourite foods to his childhood, to the story as to how he had found himself in their care. As best as he was able to, he responded, enjoying both the company and the occasional hug planted upon him.

Mostly, this died off as evening set in. The sun retreated beyond the horizon, and the keidran lit their huge bonfire at the centre of the village. Dancing ensued, sensual and erotic, with twisting, gyrating hips and waving tails. Oddly enough, it was here that the tigers donned clothing, the first Theo had seen of them. To describe their attire as modest, however, could not have been further from the truth. It was as if their ceremonial garments had been intentionally designed to accentuate their undoubtedly attractive assets. A lewd, yet enticing visual spectacle unfolded, dragging long into the evening. Several times, Theo was offered a dance, though it wasn't until he was pressed a third time that he accepted. A lithe young tigress calling herself Shani offered her paw hauled him towards the centre of the writhing mass of feline keidran when no objection came. She was cute, with delicate features, a slender build with the most perfectly round little ass that he had ever seen. Perhaps sensing his admiration, she slowly backed towards him, hips swaying and tail waving sensually through the air as the distance between their bodies closed to zero. The tigress' dance began with her shoulders pressed against his chest and firm, naked rump thrust backward and into his crotch. Instantly, Theo could feel it, hot and wet. An unmistakable dampness soaked through his trousers as Shani began twisting and grinding herself against him. Outsider or not, for him to have not felt arousal in that situation would have been impossible. All around him, furred figures weaved and twirled. Moving about the fire in two large circles, each rotating the opposite direction to the other, paws roamed over every inch of their bodies as they slid past. Meetings were momentary, lasting only a few seconds, yet providing them with the opportunity to lock muzzles and tongues or to dip paws between thighs before the dance progressed and they moved to their next partner. Shani, though, had seemed content to remain with him, their motions growing bolder and bolder.

"Hold me," her first words had been to him.

Such was the sweetness in her soft, feminine voice, with her exotic accent only adding to the allure, that Theo felt his instincts take over. His only fingers touched her beautiful, silky fur; flowing orange strands striped with black, and slid around. Her colouring gave way to creamy white as he felt across her flat, slender waist. The sensation was perfect, his mind spinning as he indulged himself in the most intoxicatingly beautiful body he had ever encountered. She permitted him without thought to run his touch upwards, cupping each of her perky breasts in turn. His grasp became firm, and Shani purred. The sound rumbled up from her throat as she closed her eyes, the motions of her rump growing ever more vigorous. Theo was still wearing clothing, though there was nothing about his simple travellers trousers that could conceal the fact that he was now sporting a rock hard erection.

Shani had felt it too. She must have. Briefly, the sensuous motions of her hips died down. The tigress' neck craned back, bringing her delicate muzzle to a spot just under Theo's chin. Her black button nose pressed up, and she gave him a quick lick.

Her next words had been like honey.

"Would you like to finger me a little?"

Theo's jaw dropped "I. . ."

That had been the first word he had spoken all evening. Theo's mind immediately went to the most obscene of places. Imagery bounced about, a thousand and one lewd thoughts, each suggesting all the things he could do to this nubile young feline. She was so willing, yet ever so casual about the sexual invitation.

Before he could speak again, Shani cut him off with a sudden, passionate kiss. He had been told, by a number of the various personalities he had met in his travels, that tiger's tongues were rough, like sandpaper. How these people came to be in possession of such knowledge hadn't crossed his mind at the time, yet as Shani's tongue met with his own, it became readily apparent.

Rough wasn't quite the right word.

As their dance continued, their mouths met, and Theo reluctantly released Shani's breasts, and ventured lower. Her tongue had a wavy, firm texture to it, yet far from what he had feared would have been harsh or prickly.

"Mmmmmm. . ."

Lower and lower he explored, rubbing over her exquisite stomach, pausing briefly to play with the tuft of fur just above her pubic mound, before finally crossing those last few inches. Two fingers he traced down the length of her slit, a teasing touch that rewarded him with drops of moisture and a throaty purr from the female keidran. Again, he rubbed at her, daring to press a little deeper, his digits now parting her folds and running directly across her intimate flesh. The heat of her cunt was searing, her love nectar now flowing down her thighs. How he had come so swiftly to have this gorgeous, soft and outrageously horny keidran girl all but putty in his arms was beyond him, and a thought for another time.

His fingers continued to move slowly up and down, now also pressing across her clit and sending electric shivers up her spine. Theo's pace quickened, as did Shani's breathing. Faster her masturbated her, moans now escaped her muzzle, still devouring him in their endless kissing duel, and her hips began slowly pumping forward. It was clear, from the sight, sounds, and smells of their obscene act together, that more was needed.

Theo circled her clit a few final times before pressing two fingers to her entrance, and slowly pressed inwards.

Shani gasped, her muzzle breaking free and taking a sudden, sharp breath.

"J-just one," she moaned, "it's very tight down there."

She wasn't wrong.

Theo pulled back, replaced two fingers with one, his middle, and again sunk into her pussy.

Shani's eyes fluttered, her body writhing and squirming as her labia parted. Her love tunnel clenched about the invading digit as it slowly slipped in, deeper and deeper, until his palm came to rest on her mound.

"M . . . meow?"

That was simply too much. Too cute, too innocent, and far, far too seductive with his finger embedded in her cunt. Shani's eyes sparkled up at him. The tigress moved her hips ever so slightly, both forward and back, upwards and outwards before easing them back down, pleasuring herself without Theo making the slightest move. As she swayed and purred, she again pushed her buttocks against Theo's length, direct contact prevented by a mere two layers of fabric.

"Hmmmm, be gentle. I'm sensitive."

Theo's motions began to match Shani's. His lone digit slid in and out with a slick, wet sound. Purrs became growls, joined by meows and gasps, along with a steady increase in the pace of her breathing. Whatever deity had seen fit to bless Theo with adamantine willpower was well and truly smiling upon him as he lovingly pleasured the female keidran. His motions as he attended to her wet, needy pussy may have been slow, but his mind raced, filled with thoughts of how her divine sex would feel pressing down on his cock. How phenomenal beyond delight the sensation of burying himself within her womanhood would be, her sender arms wrapped tight about his neck as she bounced herself up and down, screaming his name with savage lust.

He longed for the chance. More than anything.

Shani was already in that place. Had Theo shifted his eyes but a fraction of an inch he would have seen that the dance of the tigers had continued unabated. The connection between him and Shani seemed normal, even welcomed, before the raging fire. Though, he could not bear the thought of anything other than to gaze down at her beautiful features, pained with pleasure, as the young tigress' climax washed over her. A scream, there was not, though in its place came three soft meows, exhaled out upon his neck as she pressed her face against him. Hips still moving, Theo kept his pace steady, his finger continuing to slowly work in and out of her clenched pussy. A minute of bliss passed over them, and then another. Shani's orgasm dragged out, something which he was most happy to partake in. Five minutes, the keidran spent cumming, before gently pushing herself back, her eyes all but glassed over in a haze of satisfaction.

"That was great," she cooed. "Wait a little, and you can do it again. Or perhaps. . . you need a little something?"

How could he not.

"But," she cut him off before he could respond, "not here. Not now. Come and sleep in my hut tonight. Rest. Maybe you've heard of tiger communal beds, hmmm? I think you'll enjoy it."