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Hello again everyone! Well I'm back again, this time with another piece involving Sam and Tikka. I've been writing this one on and off for the past week or so, and in all honesty is mostly just a way for me to get my creativity flowing again. I took a couple days off from writing and needed an excuse to get back into the swing of things, so what better way than some good old fashioned smut?

I'll fully admit that writer's block hit me hard on this one, and that might show here and there, but still wanted to get something out there for those of you who enjoy Sam and Tikka.

I'm still trying to find a way to incorporate these two into their own longer multi-part piece, but hopefully something will come of that soon. There's also something else in the works that I'm hoping to start on soon, so keep your eyes peeled.

As always, please leave any constructive criticism and let me know what you think!

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Sam's world tilted sharply as he yanked the stick to the left, head spinning with a jerk of nausea. The plane responded faster than he could have thought possible and banked hard, pushing him back into the seat as though a giant had just punched him in the chest. He sucked in a sharp breath and kept pulling. Already the edges of his vision were starting to darken as g-forces pulled the blood out of his brain and into his lower body, his flight suit only able to compensate so much. Every synapse was screaming for him to level out, to bring the sensory onslaught to an end, but he shut them out with a grimace. To relent now would mean certain death.

"Lock him up!" A voice roared in his ear, crackling over the headset in his helmet and aching with tension. "Get on him!"

"I don't have a tone!" He shouted in reply, steeling himself as the aircraft half a mile off his nose suddenly banked the other direction. Following doggedly, his body snapped sharply to the other side as he mirrored the maneuver. It was taking all of his effort just to keep from vomiting, let alone communicate with the seemingly endless yammering in his ear.

"Well fuckin' get one! Cut his corner!"

The control stick in his hands shook as he pushed the fighter to its limit, an ocean of trees zipping beneath him in a haze of green and brown. Any other time it would have been a mesmerizing view, lush forests below with snow-capped mountains dotting the horizons ahead. But it all faded to mud, every ounce of concentration focused on the blur of steel-gray and glowing afterburners ahead of him. He was distantly aware of his altitude warning blaring away, another reminder of how close he was to the edge of demise, shutting out the screeching alarm and panting hard for each breath.

The aircraft ahead of him jinked left, then right, and finally made the fatal error that he'd been waiting for. It pulled straight up, soaring towards the clouds above. A warbling electronic growl filled his ears as the aircraft's tracking system finally picked up on the fighter's signature. He grimaced and reached for the trigger. "Fox one!"

He lurched as the missile dropped free, counteracting the sudden loss of weight with a nudge of the yoke. A split second later his cockpit was shrouded in a blast of white smoke, missile streaking away with its rocket engine trailing a jet of orange flame. Sam watched, muzzle hanging open and gasping for breath as it shot into the distance with a rumbling shriek. An eternity passed in less than a second, his eyes fixed on the fuzzy outline of the enemy aircraft as it pulled away frantically. But the missile had its target. At this range, less than a mile, the pilot had no chance to evade. Even the last-ditch effort of dumping flares to distract the rocket proved useless. Sam let out a whoop as a fireball appeared ahead of him, the plane's flaming wreckage tumbling through the sky.

"Splash one!" He shouted, unable to contain the grin spreading across his muzzle. The entire engagement had lasted less than five minutes, though his adrenaline-addled mind told him hours had passed since the contact appeared on his radar. Sweat soaked through the fabric of his flight suit and his heart beat like a jackhammer. He slumped back in the seat, settling into a steady cruising altitude and trying to regain his composure. His reprieve was short-lived.

The frantic beeping of a missile warning alarm shot through him like a jolt of electricity, and Sam was banking hard before he was even aware of the action. His eyes found the radar screen, a bright red triangle appearing just two miles off his port wing and screaming closer with each second. "I'm spiked!" Shouting into the radio, he yanked a small lever just next to his left knee to dispense a cloud of burning hot flares behind the aircraft, hoping to confuse the missile's sensor. But it stayed locked on his position even as he pulled hard on the throttle and pushed the nose of the plane towards the ground. With any luck the terrain would help break up his radar signature. But that hope soured as the warning alarm only grew louder. Yanking the stick up and to the right, Sam looked over his shoulder just in time to see the missile slam into the port side engine.

The entire aircraft lurched and twisted over, remnants of his engine intake and rear control surfaces trailing behind him in a cloud of smoke. Sirens and alarms screamed. Sam yanked on the stick to no avail, only spinning the plane onto its back and sending it into a gut-wrenching fall towards the ground below.

"Bail out!" The voice in his headset was little more than a whisper through the shrieking alarms and whistle of wind outside his canopy. "Eject!"

"I can hold it! I can-" Sam's words caught in his throat as he caught just the briefest glimpse of trees through the canopy. He reached for the ejection handle between his legs. But it wouldn't do any good. He took a breath as his altimeter flashed, a brief snapshot of the digital gauge burning itself into his mind. Twenty meters above ground level. An odd sense of calm settled over him as the world came to a stop, darkness overtaking his vision. Those are a lot closer than I remember.

The view outside his cockpit faded to pitch darkness for just a moment, and then the canopy began lifting away with a soft hiss. Bright light flooded his vision and he winced, shielding his eyes and letting out a groan. He knew what was coming next even as the sound of boots on cement grew louder.

"Holy screaming shit, Warren. What was that fuckery?"

Captain Thorson towered over him, leaning into the simulator cockpit and baring his sharp canine teeth. The wolf's arm muscles bulged through the fabric of his uniform as he gripped the edge of the canopy, growling. Piercing green eyes stood out from his pelt of gray and black fur, boring into Sam like molten metal as the otter pulled his helmet off. "What was what, sir?"

"You know exactly what, shitbird." Thorson yanked the cockpit all the way open, jabbing a finger into his chest. "I told you to fucking eject. The entire aft section of your aircraft got turned into shrapnel. Your control surfaces were gone. You had no thrust. But no, you had to ride that motherfucker into the sunset like you're goddamned John Wayne." The wolf snarled. "Tell me something, Warren. How much does a Valkyrie fighter cost?"

Resisting the urge to sigh, Sam just ran a hand through the sweat-soaked fur between his ears. "Seventy-two million, sir."

"Seventy-two million dollars, that's right. And guess what, that's a drop in the bucket for the military. I don't care how much of your tax money went into that bird, if you lose control surfaces you bail out. We can build more fighters. I can't scrape you back together if you pancake that bitch into the earth at terminal velocity."

Nodding, Sam unbuckled himself from the seat and started to climb out, ears burning and tail drooping. Six other pilots-to-be stood on the other end of the simulation room, snickering or looking on in sympathy. "Understood, sir."

"It fuckin' better be." Thorson grunted. "Alright, that's enough for today. Go clean up and get your gear squared away. Dismissed."

A steady rain had begun to fall as Sam left the squad bay, a heavy duffel bag slung over his shoulder and car keys in hand. His khaki uniform top was quickly soaked as he ran to the Honda waiting for him in the parking lot. But even then, climbing into the driver's seat and shutting the door to keep the chill away, he couldn't help but glance down at the set of metal wings pinned to the lapel. He ran his finger over the polished surface, a thrill running through his heart. They were the same as the ones Tikka wore, though blue instead of gold, denoting that he still hadn't deployed with a combat unit. That did little to dampen the grin growing on his muzzle. Just a little over a year ago the mere idea of wearing those wings would have been nothing but distant fantasy.

He flinched as someone knocked on the passenger window, though didn't hesitate to lean over and open it. His smile only grew as Tikka climbed in, brushing the water from her ears. "Phew, it's pouring!" The tiger shivered, rubbing some warmth back into her hands before casting a knowing wink at him. "They got you with the SAM trick, didn't they?"

His shorter otter ears flicked back, trying to hide the flush in his cheeks and pulling out of the parking spot. "How'd you know?"

"Because they get everyone with that one. And I might have taken a peek at your simulation recordings." Tikka winked, sticking her tongue out. "If it makes you feel better I did the same thing. They'll throw you into a dogfight and then surprise, missile on your six. Did you eject?"

Turning onto the highway, rain pelting the windshield, Sam shook his head with a sigh. "I thought I could get control, didn't realize that the entire aft section of the plane had been turned to dust until it was too late. Thorson reamed me out for it."

"He just wants to make sure you're as good as you can be." She reached over to squeeze his arm. "Trust me, he did the same thing for my class. And honestly it's a good thing. If he's really getting after you it means he thinks you really have the potential. If you weren't going to make it he wouldn't waste his time."

"Still, I should've seen it coming. We'd been briefed that there might be anti-air going into the scenario, it just completely slipped my mind."

"You'll get there." She gave his ears an affectionate rub. "Before you know it you'll be flying combat missions with the rest of us."

Chuckling, Sam glanced over at her with a smile. "I hope so. I guess I really have you to thank for all of this, after all. If you hadn't pulled some strings..."

The tiger waved a hand dismissively. "I didn't do much, really. Those policy changes had been in the works for years anyway. All I did was help move things along. It wasn't right that we were keeping otherwise fantastic candidates out of the program for petty shit."

He couldn't help but smirk. "It certainly doesn't hurt that your Uncle is an aide to the Navy flight program director."

"Okay, that's fair. So," She sat up, grinning. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"Well I got my leave approved for the next few days, so I figured it'd be a good chance to finally have an actual date night. Just you, me, some good food, maybe some terrible movies. Unless you had something else in mind?"

"That sounds like a wonderful time!" She squeezed his thigh, and Sam didn't fail to notice the hint of playfulness in her smile. "Though I may have a surprise for you after that."

It was suddenly much harder to focus on the road, particularly with her hand gripping his leg. "Oh, what sort of surprise?"

"It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I just told you, darling. But you'll find out." She refused to elaborate further, even after he gave her his best puppy-dog eyes. And so he focused on getting home as quickly as possible without ignoring the speed limit entirely. Easier said than done with a very attractive and very playful-looking tiger sitting next to him.

The last hints of daylight had long-since faded by the time they pulled into his driveway, rain-soaked streets glistening in the headlight beams. What had begun as a small rainstorm was now a full-on deluge, and they both sprinted to the protection of the front door awning as Sam fished out his keys. They were greeted with a rush of warm air upon stepping inside, both letting out a sigh of relief. He almost flinched as a peal of thunder rattled the windows, rumbling in his chest. "Jesus, it's really coming down out there."

"Aren't you an otter? I thought your type loved this sort of stuff." She gave his butt a playful swat with her tail as she walked into the kitchen, earning a surprised squawk in response.

"That's a little prejudiced, don't you think?" He returned the gesture in kind, his much stronger tail making more of an impression. She jumped, faking a scowl and tugging at it. "Besides, it's freezing out there. A nice warm river or lake is a completely different story."

"Well we've got rivers and lakes a plenty, though I don't think many of them fit into the 'warm' category. You'd probably catch hypothermia swimming in some of those." Tikka didn't waste any time retrieving a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet along with two glasses, filling hers just a little more than Sam's. He'd learned the hard way that she could handle her liquor far more adeptly, waking up with a head-splitting hangover while she was chipper and cheery after a night out at the local bars. He took a tentative sip, the liquor's warmth spreading through his stomach and chest.

"So, two options for dinner." He opened the fridge, staring at the contents inside. "We've got everything to make a wonderful chicken curry and jasmine rice, with some roasted vegetables on the side. That'll probably take...oh, give it an hour."

Tikka raised an eyebrow, leaning against the kitchen island. "Or?"

"Or there's the giant frozen pizza in the freezer and half a case of cheap beer leftover from that party last week."

The tiger grinned. "God, I thought you'd never ask. Pizza and beer for sure. There's always time for fancy dinners later."

Ten minutes later the pizza was cooking, cheese already starting to sizzle nicely as Sam shut the oven door and joined Tikka on the couch in the living room. He'd tried his best to make the small house feel like a home, but it was still very much a work in progress. The living room was mostly barren save for the television, couch, and a small coffee table, though Tikka didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She scooted over to make room for him, pulling the surprised otter into a tight embrace as he sat.

Letting out a contented sigh as she wrapped her arms around him, Sam leaned back to rest his head on her shoulder as Tikka flipped through the channels. "Y'know I thought I'd be the one in control of what we watched, considering this is my place and all." He chuckled, nudging her ribs playfully.

She let out a little growl, pinching one of his ears between her fingers. "The last time I let you choose we ended up watching some godawful history documentary. It's my turn."

"I'll have you know that the history of ancient Assyria is a fascinating topic."

"Dream on, tadpole."

He snorted. Tadpole was the nickname for rookie naval aviators, and he'd have to suffer that jovial indignity until he was a fully-fledged pilot. But that was a small price to pay for wearing his wings. Tikka eventually settled on a fantasy movie that he vaguely recalled seeing some years ago, an enjoyable enough distraction from the stresses of life. But he paid only partial attention to the screen, instead just allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of Tikka holding him close, her hand resting on his chest. She'd made it clear from the start of their informal relationship that she loved being the bigger spoon, and Sam wasn't going to argue the point. Every time she wrapped him in her embrace he quickly surrendered to the feelings of safety and comfort.

Unfortunately his peace could last for only so long. The oven timer began to beep, and he reluctantly slipped out of her arms to attend to their pizza. Cutting it into slices and only singing his fingers a few times, he gave it a few moments to cool before returning to the couch with two plates in hand. "Your feast awaits, madam."

"Well thank you, my loyal servant." Accepting the plate with a wink, Tikka quickly ushered him back into his previous position curled up against her. Once the pizza had cooled they dug in eagerly. Sam loved cooking, but sometimes cheap frozen pizza was simply the most delicious thing in the world. Especially when he was sharing it with someone who cared about him, and vice versa.

By the time they were both satiated, sipping on a can of budget lager, Sam had practically rolled into a ball against Tikka. She didn't say a word, just holding him and occasionally stroking his ears. Their lives in the Navy forced them to portray themselves in certain ways; there was little room for weakness and vulnerability. All of their attention had to be focused on the job at hand, and Sam knew he couldn't afford to let his armor show any cracks. It was a small sacrifice in his mind, to realize his dreams and be part of a select few, but being with Tikka gave him a rare opportunity to lower his defenses.

He nuzzled underneath her chin for a moment, breathing in her feline scent and smiling to himself. That earned him another affectionate rub between his ears, and she leaned down to kiss his nose. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that?" She murmured.

"Could say the same for you. You're the first person I've seen who could make a bulky flight suit look sexy.'

A shiver went up his spine, feeling Tikka's hand slip under his shirt to caress the bare fur of his chest. Her muzzle was suddenly next to his ear and whispering softly. "Oh, if you think I look good in that, you should see what I have in store."

Any lingering tiredness from a day of intense training left him in a heartbeat as he sat up, tilting his head. "Oh?"

The hand rubbing his chest slid down, and Sam couldn't help but squirm a bit as it settled between his legs, starting to caress him through the fabric of his jeans. His reaction was almost immediate, heart starting to race and the warmth in his cheeks rising. Tikka grinned and nibbled at one of his ears. "Mhmm, part of the surprise I had planned. Think you'd like to see?"

One of her fingers ran up the outline of his shaft and he shivered, gripping her thigh a little more tightly. "You have no idea."

"I might have an inkling, if this is any indication." She growled softly and cupped his arousal, giving it a gentle squeeze before sitting up and putting their plates on the coffee table. Before he even had a chance to react Tikka had pinned him down to the couch, straddling his waist with an almost feral grin playing at her lips. Her trim frame belied the power behind the tiger's muscles, as she easily kept him in place as their hips pressed snugly together. "It's been too long since we've had a night just to ourselves." Their lips barely touched as Tikka whispered, drawing a moan from the otter below her as she rolled her hips slowly. "And you have no idea how much I've been wanting to fuck you."

"That would make two of us." Sam groaned softly and pressed up against her, reaching back until his hands were cupping the subtle curve of her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Finally relenting she leaned down to lock their lips in a passionate embrace, not wasting a second as her tongue pushed into his muzzle with a desperate ferocity. More than eager to return the gesture, Sam huffed into the kiss and slid his hands up until his fingertips were running through the fur on her back and sides, tracing little furrows and feeling her muscles rippling beneath his touch. He closed his eyes and just surrendered to the moment entirely, forgetting everything save for the gorgeous tiger pinning him to the couch.

Tingling warmth shot through him as Tikka rocked her hips again, making him keenly aware of just how excited he'd gotten. But even with his arousal pressing into her thigh Tikka never pulled away from the kiss, their tongues dancing in the heat of passion, hands wandering and exploring. Even after spending their fair share of nights together, tucked away in Tikka's room on the ship or the rare times they could sneak away to his home, Sam still couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to be sharing a bed with Tikka. He savored every moment, every inch of her body, every fleeting touch and tremor of pleasure. Reaching a bit higher he started to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. But Tikka stopped him gently, pulling back with a wink and shaking her head.

"Not yet darling, I've got something special in store for you." She kissed his nose and sat up, helping him to his feet and starting towards the bedroom.

"You're such a tease, you know that?" Practically dragging him down the hallway, she paused at the door to his room and reached down to give his shaft another grope.

"Now, you're going to wait out here until I'm ready. Don't come in until I tell you. Don't want to ruin the surprise!" She giggled, kissing him on the nose before stepping inside and shutting the door.

Sam cocked his head in confusion but did as she asked, standing before the door and tapping his foot. What was she planning? She'd brought a few bags of her things over already, just clothes and toiletries from what he'd seen, but clearly the crafty tiger had something in mind. But that didn't mean he couldn't prepare a little bit himself. His shirt and pants hit the floor after a few seconds of fumbling, leaving him standing in just his boxers, his erection already tenting the fabric.

An eternity seemed to pass, though it couldn't have been more than five minutes. Sam paced back and forth restlessly. He was half-tempted to peek in and ask if everything was okay, but he didn't want to compromise whatever Tikka had planned.

Mercifully, a few moments later she called out. "Alright, come on in!"

Resisting the urge to break the door off its hinges, Sam stepped in and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Tikka having dimmed the lights almost to the point of being completely off. But it didn't take long, and when he could finally see his muzzle dropped open.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Tikka just grinned as he gawped and stammered. Shoulder-length gloves, thigh-high stockings, and a form-fitting corset clung to her figure like a second skin, all of it reflecting the dim light with the distinctive sheen of black latex. She stood, and Sam realized with a flutter of his heart that she'd forgone any panties. Hips swaying, the tiger spun in a slow circle while lifting her tail tantalizingly, bending over just enough to give him a glimpse of the touch of pink between her legs. "Like what you see?"

"You...have no idea." He blushed as Tikka's eyes locked on the unmistakable shape of his manhood peeking out from beneath his underwear, licking her lips and purring. "I, uh...may or may not have a little thing for latex." Grinning sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck, he just let himself appreciate the sight of Tikka striding towards him, shivering as her gloved fingertips settled on his waist.

"Oh, I'm very aware." She looked him up and down, her other hand slipping down until it was playing with the waistband of his boxers, chuckling at the look of confusion that passed over him. "You're terrible at leaving your internet browser open where I can see it, darling."

Instinctively wrapping his tail around his leg and turning scarlet red in embarrassment, Sam cleared his throat and looked away. "Errr...how much did you see, exactly?"

"Plenty. But don't worry, stud. I'm no prude. In fact it seems like we've got quite a bit in common when it comes to our kinky sides. But we can explore some of that later. Tonight it's just about you and me."

Still trying to find a way to melt into the floor, Sam didn't see what Tikka was doing until her hand was suddenly wrapped around his throat, pulling him in roughly for another kiss. She didn't choke him, just applying enough pressure for him to feel her claws through his fur, but that was more than enough to force a gasp of surprised pleasure from the otter seconds before their lips met. His hands found their way to her waist, sliding back until he had a handful of perky, firm tiger rear. Letting out a playful growl Tikka quickly mirrored the gesture, giving his ass a little smack as their tongues began to wrestle and dance. He might as well have been putty in her hands, trembling as her fingers stroked along his tail or brushed against the sensitive flesh of his arousal through the infuriating barrier of the underwear. Just enough to keep him on his toes, never quite knowing what she was going to do next, leaving him yearning for more.

That question was answered sooner than later, Tikka pulling back from the kiss and biting her lip. "I've got something special in store for you, sweetheart. But first things first."

Sitting back on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs apart, Tikka nodded towards her exposed slit, the fur around her inner thighs already growing damp with her arousal. Another thrill of excitement ran through Sam, tingles spreading throughout his shaft. He knew exactly what she wanted, though it certainly didn't hurt that she had such a way of asking for it.

"Time to show me what that muzzle can do, darling. Get over here and prove how much you want me." Tikka's hand slipped down, two fingers spreading herself open slightly to reveal her glistening folds. Nearly shivering with anticipation, Sam bit his lip and quickly dropped down to his knees in front of her, resting his hands on her inner thighs.

"You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He murmured, kissing the exposed fur on the tiger's stomach.

Tikka giggled, rubbing his ears. "I could say the same for you. Now, I think it's time for you to get to work." She pushed his head down slowly and let out a soft sigh as his warm breath caressed her slit, a wonderful tingle spreading through her core. Sam took his time, teasing with a series of gentle kisses around her sex and inner thighs, inhaling the scent of her heat and savoring every single moment. Though he'd been in this same position on plenty of occasions it still never failed to leave him wanting more. To hear her gasps and cries of pleasure, to feel her legs clenching around his head, Tikka's entire body shaking in ecstasy when he finally brought her over the edge.

His tongue gently parted her folds in a long, slow lick that drew a sharp intake of breath from the tiger. Gripping the sheets with her free hand as he found her clit, Tikka grinned and arched her back. "Aah, right there, that's it..." Every little buck of her hips or hiss of pleasure helped guide him, zeroing in on the spots that left her squirming and panting. By this point Sam knew just where to focus his attention, how he could bring Tikka to climax quickly, but that wasn't his intent. Though his own arousal was aching for relief he wanted to draw things out for as long as possible, until the tiger was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. Tikka was right; it had been too long since they'd managed to spend more than a few furtive hours together, and he had every intention of making this a night to remember.

"Mmmh..." With his tongue so preoccupied, speaking was out of the question. But that didn't mean he couldn't express his own enjoyment. Pleasuring Tikka in such a way gave him a wonderful chance to simply focus on her, showing just how much he loved her. And it certainly gave him a wonderful view, able to see her writhing and shaking as the heat between her legs built steadily. The fur around his muzzle was quickly becoming slick with her arousal, and he allowed himself a second to take in her scent and taste, swirling his tongue around her clit in circles. The surprised tremble that ran through Tikka's legs and her sudden gasp told him in no uncertain terms that she was enjoying herself immensely, pushing his muzzle deeper.

An idea began to form, and he grinned to himself. With Tikka sufficiently distracted he slid a hand up and slid two of his fingers into her all the way to the knuckle, meeting little resistance with how wet she'd become. Though that didn't stop her from immediately clenching down around them in delight, her walls rippling and squeezing in rhythmic spasms. She cried out and grabbed his head tightly in both hands, legs hooking around his shoulders to keep the otter in place. "O-ooh, you l-little tease!" Giggling breathlessly, she leaned back and simply rode out the drumbeats of bliss that shot through her every time Sam curled his fingers in her. "T-that's it, almost there, oh fuck..."

Deciding that he'd held back long enough, Sam focused all of his tongue's attention on her clit while his fingers worked their magic inside her. Tikka's breathing became ragged, arms and legs taut as a bowstring, grinding her hips frantically against his face. She tried to hold back for as long as she could, not wanting things to end too quickly, but in the end it was no contest. Sam knew just what buttons to push and how to push them. Her cries of passion were muffled in Sam's ears as her legs clamped down around his head, shaking and thrashing in the throes of climax. He dared not stop until she was fully spent, though, curling his fingers to press against a spot that made the tiger buck her hips and cry out. Practically soaking his muzzle with her arousal, Tikka could only ride out the currents of bliss crashing over her like a tsunami, in and out again and again.

With a few more twitches she slumped back onto the blankets, gasping for breath and going limp. Sam couldn't resist one more parting shot though, giving her clit a firm lick before sitting up with a grin. Tikka gasped, balling up the sheets in her hands. "N-not fair!" She panted, sitting up and blinking wearily.

Sam just winked, licking his lips and climbing up onto the bed next to her. "Not my fault you get all squirmy after. Besides, you look so cute like that."

His bravado faded with a gasp as her hand reached into his boxers, latex-clad fingers wrapping around his shaft and squeezing gently. Having been so focused on his task, Sam had almost forgotten just how pent up he'd been the whole time. "I'm the squirmy one, eh?" Tikka snickered. "Because you definitely seem a bit sensitive right now."

A moan escaped his lips as Tikka's thumb caressed the head of his manhood, already slick with precum and throbbing with each touch. He offered no contest to her tugging down his underwear until they fell to the floor, leaving him completely exposed. "W-well it's kinda been a few days since I..." Whatever he'd been about to say dissolved into an incoherent groan, her other hand cupping his balls while stroking his length from base to tip, squeezing and fondling.

"Awww, well I can't have you all pent up! I think it's about time we took care of you." She whispered into his ear, pulling Sam down atop her and spreading her legs apart. The tip of his length rubbed against her stomach as he rolled his hips, meeting her in a heated kiss that left them both panting and shaking. Pulling back to catch his breath Sam reached for the bedside drawer to retrieve a condom, only for Tikka to take his wrist and shake her head. "Not tonight, darling." She winked.

Sam's cheeks burned and he blinked. "But..."

Her gloved hand found his cock again, tilting it down to press the tip against her slick warmth. "I'm not in heat, and I got my birth control implanted again a few weeks ago." Purring and stroking his twitching length, she wrapped her legs around his hips. "So it's safe. I want to feel it when you cum in me."

Sam's breath caught. Those words alone were nearly enough for him to finish right then and there, and her teasing fingers weren't helping either. But he managed to hold back, shivering as she rubbed the tip of his shaft against her soft, inviting folds. "Mmmph...well if you're sure, I definitely won't say no."

"Oh, I'm sure." She released her grip around his cock to wrap her arms around his shoulders, leaning up to kiss his nose. "Take me, sweetheart."

Taking a moment to collect himself and adjust position, Sam met Tikka's gaze as the head of his length slipped between her folds, and then with a gentle push of his hips began to sink into her. Raw, slick, delicious heat wrapped around every inch as he pushed inside. It was the first time he'd ever had sex without a condom, and the newfound sensations of unfiltered bliss were enough to make his head spin and heart skip a beat. He couldn't hold back a desperate moan, tail lashing to and fro as his ears pinned back. It was simply exquisite. Velvety tightness gripped down around his manhood, massaging and squeezing while Tikka purred and gasped beneath him, tightening her grip around his waist to pull him in deeper.

"That's it..." She whispered, nipping at his neck. "All the way in..."

He didn't stop until their hips met, shuddering in pleasure and screwing his eyes shut. It was hard enough lasting for any amount of time when he was wearing protection. But now, with nothing between them save for bare fur, Sam had the sinking realization he'd probably finish much more quickly than normal. "O-oh my god, it's..."

"Shh, just take a minute hun, breathe." Tikka's hands slid up and down his back, her nose bumping against his gently. "Don't worry about setting any records. I already had my fun, so let's just focus on you." Their lips met for a gentle kiss and Sam did just that, slowing his frantic breathing. Finally he felt calm enough to start moving, albeit slowly, rocking his hips and trying to hit all of the spots that Tikka loved. Each time he pulled back her walls squeezed down around him snugly, then relaxed to allow him to push back inside. With each moment he started to ramp up the intensity, pulling out almost to the very tip before sinking back into the gorgeous tiger, pumping his hips faster and faster.

Their shared moans muffled the sound of his balls clapping softly against her with each thrust. Readjusting his hips to get a better angle, he was rewarded with Tikka's cry of pleasure as he was able to push just a little deeper. He never wanted this to end, gazing into Tikka's eyes, their bodies joined together in a primal dance of carnal love. But even trying to distract himself with thoughts of baseball or the dentist wouldn't help forever, he knew. Already his thrusts were becoming more erratic, more desperate, the familiar tingles of orgasm starting to well up deep inside the otter. He gasped, fighting the urge threatening to overtake him at any moment.

"T-Tikka, I'm...I'm gonna..."

He almost started to pull out, part of his brain disregarding what she'd told him earlier about it being safe. But Tikka had other plans. Her legs tightened and pulled Sam all the way back in to the very hilt, a lustful growl rumbling in her chest.

"Don't you dare pull out." She huffed, grabbing his ass with both hands and squeezing hard. "Fill me up, Sam. Give it to me!"

Whatever self-control he had left crumbled in an instant. Nothing else mattered save for the tiger beneath him and the tight warmth around his cock, and instinct soon took over. One more frantic thrust, then another, and he arched his back as the tidal wave of bliss crashed over him. He buried every inch of his length into Tikka's passage just before jets of warm seed pumped into her, each throb of his shaft filling the tiger with his arousal. Tikka gasped and just held him tighter, fingers digging into his back and teeth sinking gently into his neck. Not enough to break the skin, just a subtle reminder of their desperate passion as Sam emptied himself into that tight warmth. Any hope of coherent thought on Sam's part vanished. He just bucked his hips and whimpered in pleasure while clinging to Tikka, shaking and gasping desperately for each breath.

The last of his climax passed, manhood twitching a few more times as he gave her everything he had. Time had lost any sense of meaning as he held Tikka in his arms. For all he knew six hours could have passed, and it still wouldn't have been enough. Slowly, fighting through the haze of an orgasm fading into delightful afterglow, Sam brought himself back to the moment and found Tikka looking back at him with a contented smile. He returned the grin, touching their noses together and panting. "Jesus, that w-was..."

"Mmmh, oh yeah..." Her hands caressed his back, nuzzling into his neck with a rumbling purr. They stayed like that for some time, he couldn't tell how long, hips pressed snugly together and just savoring the moment together. Tikka leaned in to kiss him, cupping his cheeks in both hands and stroking his ears. It was only when Sam's arms began to tremble did he finally admit defeat, inching his hips back with a muffled groan. His shaft slid free and he blushed at the sight of his cum dripping out from between Tikka's thighs. She just laughed, rolling over to wrap him in a tight embrace. "Hope you don't mind putting these sheets in the laundry later."

"Worth it." His arms hooked around her waist, pulling the tiger against him.

"I'll say. We'll have to put down a towel next time if you're going to cum that much." Her fingers gave his ear a teasing pinch, and he couldn't help but let out a surprised squeak.

"I told you it had been a while!" He grumbled, nibbling at her collarbone. Her scent filled his nose; an earthy, warm note that reminded him of mulling spices and freshly cut hay. It smelled like comfort, of home, of safety. And her arms only solidified that experience, holding the otter against her warmth. He sighed happily and laid his tail over her.

"I wasn't too...you know, aggressive, was I?" The question made him look up at her, seeing a strange hint of concern splayed out on her ears. Sam just smiled, reaching down to take her hand in his.

"Not at all. Besides, I kinda like the more assertive approach. Though you probably got that from spying on my browsing history."

She stuck out her tongue. "It's not spying if you just leave your browser open for all to see, tadpole. But still, good to know. Maybe next time I can show you just how aggressive I can really be." She grinned, and a small tingle of excitement ran up Sam's spine at the mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I think I'd like that. If you wouldn't mind, that is." A chuckle rose up in his chest.

"Oh, now you're just tempting fate. It's been too long since I've broken out the handcuffs and ball gag." Sitting up and stretching, Tikka seemed to ignore his flustered squawks. "How about a shower? I'm a little sticky, thanks to a certain someone." She winked over her shoulder, getting up and walking into the hallway.

Half an hour later they had returned to the couch, clad in pajamas and curled up together with another movie playing on the TV. Sam was only partly paying attention, much more focused on Tikka's hand stroking his ears. In return he combed her tail, working out any remaining knots of tufts of fur from the shower. "So, question." He murmured, nuzzling her ear.

"Go for it."

"Just how much sway did you have with your uncle? Getting me into the flight program, that is."

She rubbed his ear, eliciting a soft churr from the otter. "Not nearly as much as you think. Sure, I put in a good word, but considering how many people in the command I've pissed off over the years it wasn't like I got you to the front of the line or anything."

"Ah, so dating the commander's niece isn't as profitable as one might think." He chuckled, plucking a few errant strands of fur from the end of her tail.

"Darling, you're there because they finally woke up and realized they were missing out on great candidates just because of some archaic policies. You got yourself there, you put in the work, and you're going to be a fantastic pilot." She kissed the top of his head. "Assuming you don't forget about surface-to-air missiles next time."

Sam could only laugh, shaking his head. "I'll certainly do my best."

He knew that at some point they should actually go sleep in his bed, but the thought of leaving Tikka's embrace put off that plan until it was too late. Instead he found himself drifting off in her arms, head resting on her shoulder, listening to the tiger's soft breathing and heartbeat in his ear. There was no place in the world he'd rather be.