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"Magnifique! You were all perfect!" echoed a voice within the ruins of the Jaguar Falls, bombastic as ever. The remnants of the enemies' outpost fumed after being blown up to bits by a cart filled to the brim with explosives. As for their occupants, they had been properly ousted by blades, bullets, and fire. Nothing could bring more joy to Tiberius as he inhaled, puffed up his chest with pride, and breathed out.

At first, the imposing Tigron had doubt. Of course, everyone could see by his immaculate reddish-striped coat and refined whiskers that he was a talented swordmaster with as many talents as bedroom conquests! His prowess couldn't be equaled on the battlefield.

But his team had been quite... ... Difficult to organize.

The first had been that yellow vulpin, jumping around like a headless chicken whose fur had lost some singed hair. Then that little damoiselle in a purple suit that would always elude him, but the sniper on front. Then, the strange duo formed by a fiery angel whose glowing halo quickly dissipated after a bullrush charge and, the last, a hulking red demon carrying a machine gun and hanging behind. Raum, Tiberius had shared a few scratches with that guy, though he seemed uncaring of their idle bouts.

But it was how it was with an eclectic team he hadn't been able to choose.

But hey! They won!

Strutting like a prince, grinning and passing a hand over his whiskers and beard to clean it up, even on his brows, the Tigron addressed a smile to each of his teammates as he jogged by them.

"Beautiful form, chérie. But stays closer to me," he grinned at Skye, eager to see her curves in action for longer this time.

"Azaan! You took it all like a champ! Bravo!" he pointed at the mentioned angel, gratifying him with a finger blast.

"Pip! Ah, Pip! Watch your fur, my friend!" he winked at the Vulpin, wagging his finger toward the lad's tail.

And he gyrated, turned, smiled, extended an arm... Only to rush into Raum's chest, into those massive red pectorals filled with fire and anger, head-first.

And hands-second, as he gave them a squeeze while pushing to regain his stance.

"Watch out, Cat," scowled the Demon. Or so assumed the Tigron since Raum's mouth was covered with steel, and those brows had been beaten into a frowning shape.

"Oh, I am always aware of what is around me, Beefcake!" chuckled the Cat, temptingly raising his brows. "And I must thank you for watching our backs, well, mostly my tai-"

"Spare me your chatter, Cat. I have a request for you."

Tiberius blinked, his golden and scarred eyes gauging the demon up and down. Yup, that was still Raum. Still as red, still as angry, still as "horny", still scantily clad in red as if heat by his artificial and burning red arm.

Then, the Tigron smiled and passed a hand over his fur, brushing down that wild red tuft between his ears.

"Oh? What can this Cat do for you?" he asked, fists on his waist and puffed-up chest despite the harness cinched around it.

"Not here. But I require your service. Can I trust you to be discrete?" asked Raum, curt.

"Haha! Of course! The Cat may take your tongue, but doe-... Oh, you get it."

One jug in hand, the other palm up, Tiberius watched as the perfume grease slowly poured onto his paw before he put the earthenware away. In his palms, he rubbed the unctuous liquid carrying the scent of wild Nepera, whose sweet fragrance was said to relax even the most rebellious Tigron.

Even with his weapons away and armor doffed but his pants still on because he's a gentleman, Tiberius walked with the confidence of many a man.

His feet treaded on the straw mat while he observed the barn-like room where he had been given rendez-vous, watching the luminous holes peppering the wood walls and bringing a bit of clarity to the place.

Although, he didn't need it as his client was literally radiating with light and warmth.

"You know, Beefcake, I thought you'd be asking for something different. A Tiger's bed is always warm and ready, if you know what I mean," said Tiberius with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow, as lascivious as ever.

"Don't mention this in front of me, Cat. I do not require a whore," replied the one lying on the straw mat, his massive body exposed for Tiberius to see.

Raum was a demon from the abyss, a creature of torment and pain.

But it didn't mean Tiberius couldn't admire that burly exposed back, those coiling muscles beneath the red skin, the strong shoulders, the waist, the concealed hips, that pierced tail, and.

"Are you done ogling me?" asked the demon with his arms crossed beneath his head to keep it lifted. Funnily enough, that magmatic tail swayed slowly as if he wasn't bothered.

"Well, I must observe my clients with all the attention they deserve. And my name is Tiberius, by the way, Beefcake," said the Tigron, stepping closer.

"Mine is Raum," replied the client.

"Of course, Beefcake," waived Tiberius, ignoring the slight growl emanating from the Demon as he approached and widened his stance. He passed one leg on each side of Raum... And sat on his back, just above the swaying tail base but not above those muscular glutes.

"Urff! Watch it!" screamed Raum, turning his head to check on the Tigron.

However, a finger quickly came and pushed on the jaw to force the Demon to look away.

"Ttt-tt," tutted its owner, "Allow me to demonstrate my magic!"

"Magic, as if."

"You wound me," he answered, dramatic. "Wasn't it you who requested my help? You'll see why people call me the softest paws of the Realm!"

Tiberius said it by raising his hands. His claws were inside, the pink pads anointed and glistening by Raum's light. He lowered them, pressing the hardened skin between the shoulder blades. It was where the demon's muscles were the most tense. Even he could see it.

"H-... Ohhh," moaned Raum, forcing his head between his arms.

Of course, even demons were weak against Tiberius' masterful touch. Marred by scars as one's skin may be, as inured as a fighter's hide could be. But those pink pads were magic. He knew how to use them as he dug his thumb into the cord-like muscles.

"How long has it been since you've been massaged?" he asked, chuckling while he used his palms to push onto the leathery hide. All that massive back was covered by so many scars that it was even difficult to see the original red shade Raum had there. Which made the contact more arduous.

"Never, it's the first time," answered the Demon, his voice muffled by that metal plate covering his mouth.

"Never?" Tiberius asked, trying to confirm this as he slowed down.

"Never. What's the meaning of this question?"

Tiberius chuckled as he lifted off the Demon's back, his tail swaying behind him.

"Hey! Come back, you're not done!" screamed Raum, turning as the Tiger rummaged in his package... And pulled three jugs. And a bottle of alcohol.

"Beefcake. To help you, I'm gonna use l'artillerie lourde!"

He returned to Raum's backside, sitting on it and even giving it a slap as he straightened himself and picked up the jug he had already opened...And poured its greasy and cold content onto the Demon's back.

Evidently, the grease fizzled immediately while the man beneath shivered in silence.

Not enough, though, for Tiberius to put both hands into the substance and smear it all over that back, making that backside glisten from the shoulders to... Well, below the Tigron's groin.

"You're such a mess: all those twisted muscles, all that tension. I assumed a demon like you would have servants to rub his royal backside," he commented, making an extended effort to pass the hands over Raum's waist before following his sides.

"You're getting on my nerves, Cat," retorted Raum. But his tail swayed lazily.

"Fine, fine. But may I ask about those scars? It is fascinating to see someone as experienced and sexy as me," said Tiberius, grinning ear to ear... And his ears were all up.

"Ask away."

But he didn't ask right after. No, the Tigron ensured the skin was prepared adequately before he returned around the shoulder blades... This was the spot that possessed the most scars, of course, but also the most tension.

One, he slowly broke down by pressing with his thumb in circling motions. It worked well as Raum's voice turned from gruff and huffs to weak moans as that tail's pace slowed but grew in intensity. If that guy had paws, he would be curling them.

"See, what's the long cut right there," asked Tiberius, digging his index on the right trapezius holding onto the Demon's powerful neck.

"A human used an enchanted blade to strike me down from behind. I used his skull for my seat," grumbled Raum, the voice low.

"Et celle-ci?" he asked, following the shoulders to point at a clearer spot mid-way to Raum's artificial arm.

"A demon tried to saw off my arm," answered Raum, the breathing relaxed.

"Before or after the new one? What happened to him?"

"After, I used his skull for my seat."

"My, my, so many skulls for your throne. Will there be enough for you?" chuckled Tiberius, descending along the demon's trapezius, then moved on the left lats muscle.

"Keep mocking me, and I'll use yours," grumbled Raum, rumbling with delight as the Tigron dug into another nervous knot.

"Oh, mine is too pointy. But I see you have enough cushion for it, Beefcake," he replied, Tiberius, moving along oblique muscle before going upward and over the right deltoid. "You know, you won't have many massages from mortals if you keep threatening them."

"Mortals keep blabbering about nothing."

"Hmm. And yet here you are, being massaged by me! Is the concept of relaxation so pleasing you endure my lovely presence?"

"Tshh," grumbled Raum, shaking his head. "You're trying to get under my skin."

"How would I do otherwise? You're quite large, and you have a thick hide," chuckled Tiberius, giving the deltoid a firm squeeze from both hands before going over the lats muscle to check them.

"You know what I meant!"

"Of course! But this is way more enjoyable to poke fun at you, Beefcake."

The laugh resonated in the barn while Tiberius pushed with his two thumbs against a single knot, circling it.

"What's the story of that big scar crossing through your back?" he asked, huffing slightly under the effort. "Someone tried to cut me in two. I think it was another lord," whispered Raum, his voice soft again. Deliciously even, one would say, with the natural growl along each syllable.

"You think?" asked Tiberius, leaning to get the bottle in the middle of the grease jug, uncorking it, and taking a gulp of wine.

"They struck me in the back, but exploded that very moment. I don't know the circumstances of that attack."

"Mhmm mhmm," the Tigron nodded, reclining while he used the Demon's powerful thighs as support.

"Are you done?" asked Raum, turning his head to get a glimpse of Tiberius, his eyes fiery as ever.

"It's always a work in progress. But I think we gotta let it rest and do it again in a few weeks if we see each other," winked Tiberius, flashing his toothy smile at the Demon, who grumbled back and turned to watch in front of me.

"I'm surprised, Cat."

"Tiberius. And what surprises you?"

"Your attitude, you're curious about me," stated Raum, his tail swaying with the magma growing underneath the skin.

"Well? Why wouldn't I? A big Demon who has des fesses délicieuses and asks me for a massage?" asked Tiberius, patting the ample posterior he was sitting on with a laugh. "But yes. I am curious about what you plan to do. Today, our goals align, but what about the next battle? And the one after?"

"I am hearing frustration in your voice," commented Raum, still relaxed and pressing his head against his arms... For someone who always seemed so eager to jump first into the battlefield and to fight, he was at peace.

Another victory for the softest paws.

"Yes. I cannot deny your looks, Beefcake. Will I join the skull throne?"

For a moment, the Demon stilled. Even his tail noted a pause before he moved. Tiberius jumped off those buttocks and sat on the straw mat, watching the hulking Raum walk around...And roll his shoulders. His powerful arms bulged as he flexed them a little. Even the metal seemed alive on Raum as he put a hand on the biceps. Then turned towards the Tigron.

"No. Your interest is appreciated, Tiberius."

The Tigron snickered as he reclined, the left hand keeping him from lying while he preened his whiskers.

"Hehe. Well, perhaps we could talk about... My compensation? We have time before we march on," he said, watching the Demon's surprised expression and lifted brows.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Strip."

The Demon's eyes widened, then frowned... Then, he relaxed as those red and metallic fingers went on his loincloth. Metallic straps were holding the skirt and chausses covering the bits.

And Tiberius appreciated the lack of fight from Raum as the big lad was undoing it.

"I should have your interest would be venereal," commented the giant Demon.

"Really? You don't even know what I have in mind."

"I can only guess."

Though Tiberius' nostrils were already dilated and catching the scent of Raum... Excitation, thrill, all paraded by the sweat and musk he naturally bore. It even had faint touches of sulfur that were terrible to the nose but nothing a Tigron could endure.

Especially with such a prize!

The chausses and skirt fell in a clamorous noise and so was exposed Raum's entire body. His legs, his chest... And finally, that groin, outstripped of any hair. It was odd, but humans were a common sight; hence, it didn't bother Tiberius as much as the first time he saw a glabrous monkey.

The skin was red, much like the rest of Raum's body, with a darker tone the closer it was to the genitalia... His scrotum was even dark red, filled with two oval testicles hanging loosely. While above stood the Demon's manhood, whose sheath had unfolded as Raum reached a half-chub. His cock, equine in nature, had a wide tip and a wider corona, a median ring, and a girth that was almost the same over all that veiny length.

A wonder whose end possessed such a strong fragrance. Something intense, heady, exciting, with salty touches... And it emanated from the glowing bead at the limit.

"Heh, your dick agrees with me!"

"My... Dick. Doesn't get an opinion," grumbled Raum as he seemed almost flustered to be naked under the Tigron's scrutiny. "What is the compensation?"

But Tiberius didn't answer directly. He merely patted the mat by his side, inviting Raum to sit by him.

Which he did, though frustrated.

"What is the compensation?" he asked again, growling.

"I want to see and explore your body, Raum. Do not worry, my paws are gentle," commented Tiberius with that same cocky grin as he leaned to take a whiff of that strong musk emanating from the tip. Its perfume was intense, rough... It had touches of powder and wood... Strangely enough.

A perfume he inhaled while huffing on the shaft, on the yellow and glowing bead that grew and grew. And Raum's manhood throbbed.

"This is enough," grumbled Raum as he was about to turn and twist...

And he froze when Tiberius mouth was on the dick, licking the bead with the tip of his tongue.

It sizzled against the tongue but didn't burn... And the taste.

Tiberius' ears lifted, his pupils contracted then dilated, his nostrils opened wide. His coarse tongue moved again to tease the urethra, to get a few more drops of that fluid... That... That.

"A delicacy!" shouted Tiberius, blinking in surprise as he licked his lips to get more of that luscious, rich, salty, and intense taste.

"What?"

He turned at the surprised Demon while his hands moved down to touch Raum's nuts and caress them. To... Stroke them.

"You... Your taste. You have a wonderful taste!"

"My semen pleases you?"

Raum was the one to look dismayed, with even his artificial arm raised in case the Tigron pounced on him. But not. He merely pressed with his paws on the testicles.

Which was enough to make the Demon groan and grunt, his eyelid flickering while... More of that golden fluid poured out of the Demon's urethra and in an ample amount. Enough to coat Tiberius' hands, he began to lick clean.

The taste was perfect at each lick, almost as if it was becoming more intense. Each lick revealed more details, an underlined complexity he could never understand with only one. And he looked down... Down at the semen that kept pouring from Raum's cock. Even more when he gave those oval nuts another squeeze... And Raum grumbled again.

"Stop... Abusing... My testicles," he groaned, reclining and ending on his elbows. Now, the giant demon shivered and trembled as if overtaken.

"Your... Testicles are quite profuse," mumbled Tiberius, trying to resist the call of Raum's semen... But giving in when the luscious liquid dripped from the shaft onto the length, then the testicles... This time, he only licked the scrotum and felt its warmth... And the pulses, the contractions within.

"... What... Is this?" he asked, feeling something so different as he licked and cajoled the scrotum. Those testicles were... Clenching and moving on their own like muscles whenever more fluid poured from Raum's urethra.

"Hrmphh... I have too much semen backed up inside. That's why they are sensitive," groaned the Demon, throwing his head back as his testicles visibly clenched.

Those orbs clenched before Tiberius, and more semen came... Which he licked as he latched on the broad tip.

"Backed up? This is a surprise!" chuckled the Tigron, though it was a positive situation.

That demon was needy... And his body was producing an ambrosia he couldn't tire off. This was a perfect beverage, putting to shame the most refined vintage or brew. It... It was a wonder he had to fill his stomach with.

An orifice that ceaselessly came from the urethra he plunged and licked.

He needed more.

Tiberius' fingers were on the cocktip, pressing on it to widen the urethra as he passed and plunged his tongue inside like a ravenous worm. And... The aroma inside was more potent, way more pungent, way more delicious.

"Hhh-... I- I need more!" roared the Tigron, his ears perking and his golden eyes darting at the fiery demon, not so aggressive as before.

Truthfully, Raum was reclining with his legs spread and his body tensed while more cum poured.

"You... Already got enough," he growled, though his tail was swaying by his side, and the magma beneath the skin flowed at an absurd pace. "I- paid my debt. I'll d-"

The Demon moved, shifted his elbows and hands... But when he was about to stand up, there was Tiberius' foot on those red nuts! On Raum's testicles, he maintained pressed against the ground.

"Na, na, na, Beefcake. Let's strike up a different deal, toi et moi," began the cheerful Tiger, his breath now tainted by the luscious perfume of the Demon's semen.

"I have no desire to barter. Do you want me to use your skull for my throne?"

The demon's fiery eyes glimmered, but the foot remained. As the pressure on the testicles increased, so did the flow of semen pouring out of the erect shaft.

"Massages. I'll keep providing more and helping with your... Backed up issue," said the Tigron, with a smirk before he released the pressure and lifted his foot.

"... Let me hear it."

Of course, Raum would want it too, and Tiberius half-knelt, with his upper body lifted, while he straightened his whiskers.

"I massage you after each fight, help you with your problem down there. And me? I get all that délicieuse semence for myself."

"How?"

Tiberius roared at the question, standing up and holding his belly. But Raum wasn't laughing; he was frowning.

"I know you can be bigger, Beefcake. Do it," pointed the Tigron at the Demon, who frowned further.

"What? How could this help?" groaned Raum, his voice almost exploding with rage.

"I know a way to handle it... From the inside."

Raum scowled at the Tigron, kept his eyes fixated on while a vein was almost ready to pop on his forehead. And... It was all gone the instant before as he blinked. The laughed. Then passed his artificial hand over his head. Then laughed some more before hitting the ground with the other fist.

"You... Mortals! Absurd!" roared the Demon, taken by a laughing fit. This was surprising when Tiberius had always seen two sides of Raum: Stern or Coleric. "Fine!"

"Fine?"

"Fine."

The laughter abated, and Tiberius stepped back to watch Raum's form contract. The veins beneath the skin seemed to explode in size while the magma flowing in the tail and arm bubbled. The Demon's fiery eyes seemed to spark as blazes emanated from them and his mask.

And his horns... Raum's horns grew.

They grew first, both in width and length.

So followed the Demon's torso, as those pectorals seemed to increase too. Wider, larger, more... Delectable and palatable to the sight. But so were the Demon's abdominal muscles and shoulders. But so came the popping of articulation and bones snapping as Raum's thoracic cage became larger, pushing everything outward.

However, everything grew, and Tiberius watched despite the barn's light diminishing by the Demon's expanding frame.

The arms, both natural and artificial, were becoming more massive, too. Although, not the hands, not yet, as they were looking almost downsized as the biceps, triceps, and deltoid bulged as if the growth emanated from the Demon's torso. A torso visibly brighter where the heart was as its pumping presence brought light from beneath the skin.

Followed the supinator and the other flexor muscles in the forearm Tiberius was pained to remember their names.

As he was mesmerized by the sight, he heard the cracking of the straw and the mat, the shuffle, and he looked down. The demon's cakes had visibly grown, too, as his lower body was a tad higher than usual. But followed the hamstrings, quads, and adductors. Their changes forced the skin to bulge and adapt, similarly to the veins that were a grade higher now.

"What a surprise!" whistled the Tigron, though cringing as he heard the knees snapping together and apart due to the articulation and joint shifting to adapt to the new size... Same for the ligament holding everything together.

"Is your inspection done?" asked Raum's rumbling voice, more profound than usual. It was closer to a growl at this point. It resonated in the ground and sent shivers through the Tigron's spine and fur as the golden eyes met with the fiery ones.

But the Demon chuckled, chuffed. His upper body had grown, fully grown, to the point he towered above Tiberius. His face... It was the same, but with the added size, it was possible to notice details. A few expression wrinkles that scars couldn't hide.

That Demon looked better that way, in fact. Way better.

"Not yet, Beefcake, I must everything is up to- oh. Oh, everything is almost perfect! But you're a tad... Tiny, whiny, small."

Barely had Tiberius lowered his gaze, he met with the Demon's raging boner. Almost every limb had grown, from head to hoof.

Except for the Demon's genitalia. Which he poked fun at.

The red cock throbbed with energy and envy while its owner crossed his massive arms over his chest and grunted, defiant.

"You will appreciate the spectacle," stated Raum with a cocky attitude befitting his usual demeanor. Yet, it seemed endearing he had restrained the transformation to this instant.

"I will?" retorted Tiberius, glancing at the glob of glowing cum that oozed out of Raum urethra. Oh, he was itching to take a lick. Just one that wouldn't hurt as much but satisfy his need.

"Hrmphh, be patient, Tiberius, be patient," he mumbled to himself, gazing at the erection that wasn't up to size.

"Don't peel your eyes off, Cat. You may miss it," commented Raum before keeping the silence.

It was the Demon who had control over the situation due to Tiberius having to keep watch over that shaft. Glancing up would mean missing a part of it.

And Tiberius wouldn't allow that.

"... Two massages and I can enjoy it?"

"Deal."

The red and metallic arms uncrossed and planted in the straw mat. A grunt came, followed by a whisper and then another grunt. Then... It throbbed.

The demonic cock throbbed as the glowing blood rushed beneath the skin. Its light almost seared the Tigron's sight as he observed that more blood came and more veins appeared. It also spread to the Demon's testicles brimming with life and energy at that instant.

The red skin lost its coloration, instead gaining an orange tint that suffused beneath the surface while the throbbing intensified.

The moment stretched before Tiberius' lustful eyes and hungering lips. Each throb produced another glob of semen that added and pooled between the Demon's legs.

Then... It throbbed. It throbbed, and the whole shaft inflated before deflating a bit, but bigger than before. And again, it pulsed with its size bouncing back and forth with an incremental mass. Even the Demon's testicles followed the same unreliable growth.

A spectacle it was for Tiberius, who felt his body burn up with desires and envy, so much so he couldn't keep his wandering paws from exploring the tent forming at the front of his pants. Never before had he shared the bedding of a Demon... Or watched Raum take such a size. That Demonic cock had become bigger than half of Tiberius' body.

And it was only the beginning as the throbbing continued, powered by the pulsating glowing heart that infused its might within that manhood. In return, with each increment came more globs of fluids that poured out and filled the barn with that musky perfume whose redolent touches tantalized the Tiger.

He would get it soon; he promised it. But now, he admired.

He even gave Raum's face a glance, and so the contracted expression, the frowned brows, the closed eyelids, and the clenched jaw. That growth was taking a strain from Raum but not from the act itself...

Tiberius blinked and turned his ears.

Whenever the demonic stud grunted, it wasn't when the flow of power rushed within his enormous cock but when it contracted and seemingly deflated. Somehow... It took more effort for Raum to contain the transformation and make it palatable for the Tigron.

That was... "Adorable,"

"What?" growled Raum, his voice shaken by all the huffs and grunts he was letting go. He even opened one eye while keeping the second close.

"Nothing. You're formidable!"

"Of course, I knew you'd like it, Cat," scoffed the Demon, closing his eyes.

That one wouldn't take the compliment easily, but that was fine for Tiberius as he stepped closer.

Now, the testicles were large enough that he could literally step on them and stay on his feet while the shaft almost possessed his height and girth. The result seemed like Raum's cock had shrunken compared to the testicles while both had grown and grown... And grown.

One day, Tiberius would have to ask what is that Beefcake's limit.

But now... He merely leaned to pass a finger over the cum-coated scrotum and lick it. The taste... Was worse than what had been inside. His ears dropped, and so did his brows as he undid his belt.

His fingers danced, the buckle fell, the cord... And then his pants as he stepped away from them.

For a Tigron, Tiberius was a stud. None of his kind and not so many humans could compare to him. His uncut length, his generous width, his musky, and dangling jewels. The whores, the ladies, were always in awe before his pink shaft or the tufty white hair covering his testicles. Although he would never tell a soul, he dyed them that color.

And without a fault, he stroked his manhood as he approached to give that trunk-sized red mast a kiss with his whiskers rubbing the greasy skin.

"This is enough, Beefcake. No need to torture yourself for more," said Tiberius, nearly shouting for the Demon to hear it.

Demon who sighed and reclined. Raum seemed almost to deflate as he leaned back, and so did his lungs. The hooved legs shivered a bit, same as the fingers as he used them to push down the flared red cock lower.

Tiberius stepped closer. He traced his fingers along the length, up to the tip that still oozed that sweet cum. He could join both hands and collect it in an ample amount.

"This... is easy for me," boasted Raum, chuckling despite the red sweat on his forehead.

"Of course, Beefcake. But next time, there's no need for a spectacle. I already have you for that," grinned Tiberius... And he smiled further as he watched the demon huff and turn away.

"Yes, admire. But fulfill our bargain."

Yes, that Bargain. One bargain Tiberius wasn't regretting one bit as he faced away from the demon and turned, instead, toward the flared shaft.

Contrary to the rest of Raum's body, the massive, flat, and circular cockhead possessed no scar. Which made it better to admire every detail of that swollen corona, the slight bulge surrounding the agape urethra.

The orifice's size was enough for Tiberius, although he would need to use some elbow grease and to slide in. But at the same time... He did have some lubricant.

One he reached by extending both hands against the oozing urethra to collect the semen and splash himself with it.

"What are you doing?" asked Raum, his voice almost distant but always so audible.

"Cleaning my fur before taking a bath, Beefcake."

The retort didn't have a clear answer, but Tiberius could swear he heard a snort from the big guy as he kept rubbing and slathering the redolent liquid against his fur, letting it permeate before he felt ready.

"Here we go, you'll have to shout for me to hear!" said Tiberius, passing a hand inside the orifice, then the second.

Then, both arms as he pushed on the inner walls to spread them further. Beneath his paws, the texture was damp, warm, and supple. Deliciously supple he felt the need to knead it.

"Focus," mumbled the Tigron, passing his head within the wide-open urethra. The air inside was warm and laden with that redolent fragrance. His whiskers trembled, he took a gulp, a deep breath. And he jumped.

His feet left the ground, and he plunged head first inside, suddenly in the dark as the light was behind him. And yet, he could see faintly as palpitating light appeared behind the walls and disappeared. Lights he watched while progressing further, crawling into that tight space that was constantly filled with that semen. One he happily and discretely lapped whenever he had to push with his elbows and knees or rub his belly and dick against the flesh.

"I'll help you!"

Tiberius' ears flapped at the booming voice, his golden eyes looking towards its origin. He couldn't tell how far he was, surrounded by the warm and pulsating walls, by the fluids, by the contraction...

But he was entirely at a loss when the gravity shifted. He was no longer crawling horizontally, naked and exposed.

No, he was facing head-first the gravity that wasn't the only one pushing him down. His whiskers trembled, and against his better judgment, he looked back to see the orifice strain and close on itself. He felt a warmer presence on his left and the sound of wet skin clasping around more wet skin.

"Oh... Misère."

Tiberius grumbled as he extended his arms forward. His elbows no longer anchored him within the tight orifice, nor did his hands. He closed his eyes. Then... His legs until them, too, no longer anchored him. And he fell.

Or didn't.

"What?" mumbled Tiberius, reopening one eye despite the flow of semen nearly hitting him across the face. All his body was massaged and hard pressed by the walls, their silky texture rushing to meet his fur.

Outside, he heard more clasping hands while the pressure on his lower body increased, squeezing the whole Tigron downward but at a regular pace.

Oh... That Demon, he wasn't so innocent.

Tiberius chuckled, then gurgled when a spray of cum hit him in the mouth, making him almost gag before he took countenance. Outside, he heard the sound of Raum masturbating like a brute, grunting and growling no different than a beast.

And inside? The Tigron had nothing to do but open his mouth and swallow the luscious liquid poured into.

His legs were blocked, and so were his arms; the walls' contraction pushed him down. Slowly, of course... But he could even relax.

And so he did, turning on himself with a few wiggles and imagining he was... On a hammock, massaged by many a lad or lady, their warm and sticky hands digging into his fur delightfully. The squelching noise? Or the stuffy air? He imagined it to be from the Sauna he was in and the sounds of other customers. The cum he was fed and forced to drink? A delicious cocktail he slurped with a smile.

"Keep going, chéri," chuckled the sly Tigron with his eyes closed as he experienced the walls rubbing his dick, squeezing, massaging it even.

He had no way to participate, to even thrust against the Demon's inner walls. But he was fine with a slight foreplay, likewise to the caress on his chest and nipples or ass.

The sole reminder he wasn't on a paradise island was Raum's voice, grunting and growling. Despite the entire cock engulfing Tiberius, his grunts weren't muffled at all. It shook through the walls, sending echoes through the Tigron's spine as he progressed down... Down... Down.

"Beefcake is having a good time," he chuckled, splashed again by more cum that oozed between him and the walls before passing beyond.

Perhaps... They could do this regularly, thought the Tigron while he opened wide to let a full gulp rush to his mouth. He didn't have to extend his tongue or do anything... This was per- Uh.

Just as suddenly, he felt the change of paradigm anew. There was a sudden expanse at his fingertips from warm and cushiony walls. He could wiggle them, move them, even stretch his wrists and hands. Beyond, the air was still warm but without a grip.

The Tigron's heartbeat hastened, driven by the fear of falling from a great height in such a difficult position. He would have screamed for the Beefcake outside to stop, but did not. His elbows pushed past the aperture and extended outward, but he found nothing to grip except the entrance he came from. His hands flailed, trying to hold onto something.

But nothing.

The push continued, motivated by growls, grunts, and moans. That Beefcake above was doing such a good job. Too bad Tiberius wasn't fond of falling. He gulped, more cum than saliva this time, and took a warm breath as the hole opened before his eyes... And the walls released their grip over his body.

He trembled, shivered, drooled.

Below, where he was fated to fall, had pooled that luscious and glowing liquid he so desired. A pool with such an ample amount it-

It cushioned his fall as he dropped into it, with many splashes and growls from both men. And laughter from the Tigron, his legs and arms spread as he resurfaced. Even in it, the liquid was so dense it pushed him higher and higher. He laughed, giggled even as he looked above at the oval structure, almost egg-shaped he was in. And he yelled: "Beefcake! Are you okay?!"

"It is I who should ask? What are you doing, Cat?"

The curt answer was enough to tell that Raum still heaved from the effort and had to restrain his breath. Oh... He could be cute when he acted so angsty and cold, yet cared.

Sighing, Tiberius cupped his hands as he floated and picked more of that cum to splash himself, then laughed at the absurdity of such a situation. One he didn't miss as he savored the strong perfume from the big lad and tasted the unrivaled and unadulterated flavour right from inside Raum's gonads.

"I am doing fine! I'm bathing in cum!" he snorted out loud, stretching legs and arms before he crossed the former and latter.

What a delight to be drifting like so, his body at rest while his mind wandered... Enough for him to again uncross his arms and wander a finger down. From the neck, to the collarbone, to the chest, to the belly, to the groin... To his erect cock that had remained so during all the travel here.

"Bonjour, toi," he lasciviously said, pressing his fingers around the corona and the head. He wrapped his thumb around the base and the four others on the underside.

"You said something?!" echoed the distant voice of the "pool"'s owner.

"Nothing, Beefcake! Enjoy the moment!" chuckled the Tigron as he collected more fluids to coat his manhood... And to give himself another gulp. The taste was tempting, delicious, appetizing... Exciting as his dick throbbed with a renewed energy. The tip was burning, red with that lust.

Although the big guy above didn't seem different; the sounds of the grunts, moans, and clasping hands resumed.

So, Tiberius followed with his fingers descending and pulling along the foreskin. His glans glistened by the yellow glow, dripping with its own brand of precum. One, he didn't have to lick clean as he reinforced the grip around the base and... Pumped.

It was crude, with many splashes and wavelets or slight losses of balance. But Tiberius pumped, happily, heartily as his dick throbbed with an energy and lust he had to control and push back.

A tidal wave of need that originated from his prostate and nuts, both so aching and clenched.

"Toujours... Aussi excité," he growled, shutting his eyes as the pool began to sway and move, too. Above, Raum was unleashing his brutality with an enthusiasm the Trigron had started to love and appreciate.

Although, his masturbation felt more like a hammering, with Tiberius at the center of it.

The Tigron bit his lips, tentatively rushing. The experience wouldn't be perfect... But he rushed. His dripping tail swayed, his toes and paws curled, frowns marred his face. A shiver shook his body up to his whiskers.

He grunted, too, joining the chaotic Raum in their feverish masturbation... To the first who would ejaculate, one would say.

Tiberius threw his head back, closing his eyes and taking another swig of cum that swarmed his mouth and nearly did the same of his nose. He gurgled and gasped, giving a few strokes... A few, so fast, so intense, so focused around the middle part of his dick. He pulled again on the foreskin. All the while, he clenched his fist.

And... He came. First.

He came in a gurgle as his body froze from the sensation, with all his muscles tensed. He drifted, allowing himself a tentative hump as the warm cum poured from his dick in a potent jet, then a second, then a third. More jet spewed out while the sensation wracked his body.

And the quakes hit the place. His afterglow, so short and yet frustrating, was promptly set aside as he lifted his head to look up and around.

The pool of semen had been moving upwards, almost to the upper limit. Almost to the ceiling, Tiberius could reach it with an extended end. Yet, no cum escaped, none for the moment.

Outside, he heard the Demon's hand furiously masturbating and that low voice tremble with a fury.

The walls clenched again, sending a wave that hit Tiberius' face in full before washing him away until another struck him.

"Slower! Beefcake!" he shouted amidst the rolling of the fluid that had now dyed his orange fur yellow and a tad of white. He was sticky, stinky, much like those testicles inside. And their owner was about to oust him.

"I'm- I'm... ABOUT! TO! CUM!" Roared back the Demon above, his voice almost muffled when another contraction sent Tiberius barreling.

For a moment, the Tigron eyed the orifice, at an arm's reach, he had used to enter. But... he then looked at the pool, the fluid sticking to him, and even the walls he hadn't hit during all that chaos.

And chuckled: "Cum for me! Beefcake! GO ON! CUM! HAVE YOUR FUN!"

A roar came, and the contraction went further, squeezing Tiberius and forcing him to hold his breath. Above, the roar extended while he felt the contraction massage his wall body and try to grip him to lead him higher... And outside.

He extended his elbows, knees, and ankles as he stopped himself from moving by grabbing the walls... And fell backside first into the remnants of Raum's ejaculation. A kiddy pool in comparison to what he had been drifting in. he only needed his elbows to prop himself and stand around... Though he had no desires, he enjoyed the silence and peace washing over him.

Above, he heard the huffs from those testicles' owner who seemed quite out of breath. Not that Tiberius could criticize him for it. It, indeed, was a magnificent orgasm he would have loved to see. But living it from the inside was another type of experience: daunting and enjoyable. Enough for the thrill and adrenaline of it to get his sore dick throbbing.

One he gripped unashamedly while cupping the demon's fluid again and drinking it with a delighted grin.

"CAT! TIBERIUS! How are you still inside?!" roared the Demon above, the gravity shifting and that comfy gonad wavering left and right a bit. Not like that chaotic masturbation before, but more like a hammock. Lulled by the Demon's movement, Tiberius reclined, lazily stroking himself.

"Tigron trick! Do you feel better, Beefcake?" he asked with that devious grin. Beneath his paws, that cum-covered cockhead was deliciously sensitive. High as he was on Raum's fluids, he was in bliss.

"I- Yes, I feel better! But get out! Or I can't shrink back!" he roared above.

"Calm down! Calm down! We're not pressed for time!"

"You don't want me to return to my usual form while you're inside." Shouted the Demon. That voice, so growly and angry. Perhaps Tiberius could grow used to it.

"Why not?"

"Why not what?!"

The Tigron chuckled, giving himself another pump.

"Why not let me stay inside? I still owe you a massage, and we must travel together this time. What better way to keep me close to you than inside you?" he boasted, biting his lips as he felt another toe-curling orgasm near close.

One he savored long enough to wonder if Raum had gone petrified. His toes uncurled again, his jaw unclenched... And he sighed.

"So? Beefcake! You hear me?!"

"Three massages." answered the growling voice, the testicles wavering and rocking the indolent Tigron.

"Three massages?"

"Three massages for this infamy!" grunted the voice, like bursting. Oh, that lad seemed to flustered. Tiberius wished he could split himself to watch this... Instead, he rubbed his backside against the flesh floor and crossed his legs again.

"Fine by me! You'll get as many massages as you want, Demon! You clearly need them!" he chortled, biting his lips while almost thinking of poking fun at Raum, who already growled and raged in his corner.

"But I must say you're very comfortable, and I enjoy the prospect of traveling with you! Oh, and help you with your needs," he said insolently.

"DAMN YOU, CAT!" shouted the creature, stomping and rocking Tiberius on the way. Oh... Sleeping here would be such a delight.

"Oh! And Beefcake! Don't forget my stuff! Or no massage!" chuckled Tiberius, listening to Raum stomp the other way in fury.

"This is the last time we do this!"

"Are you certain? Don't you like having a tiny voice of reason in your testicles?"

"Stop messing with me."

"I could... Massage them from the inside," lasciviously stated the Tiger, reaching towards one of the walls to put his paws against it. The softest paws of the Realm against a pent-up Demonic tyrant. "Weeeeeell?"

"Fine, but you get out whenever we're on a mission, Cat," grumbled Raum above.

"Hoho, sure. You'll find our partnership to be very enjoyable, Raum."