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The air was sharp with the scent the coppery blood and dust that had been kicked up by the paws that moved against the ground. The walls of the Coliseum gleamed almost white under the sunlight that filtered down from overhead. The stands were alive with the roiling crowd that screamed out their own favorites name or, in some cases, the primal demand for blood to be spilled. It was a sensory overload for any save the pair of duelists who circled each other in the oblong arena. Their armor dented with use and streaked with a hint of blood as the swords clashed together and shields hammered against one another. Their muscles corded as they strained to find an opening that they could break through to put an end to the match. Their lips curled back to show white fangs as they broke apart to circle again.

Tau had been born into this life. His passing into this world had been one, not of fate, but of design. His Masters had bred for generations for size, speed, and endurance in the hopes that they would come out on top in the games. From the moment he drew in his first breath he had be destined to live his life on the sand and dirt of the Arena and to end it there. The massive tiger towered over his counterpart by half a foot as he glared out from under the nose guard of his helmet. Even the armor he wore did not entirely hide his muscled form as he paced around the smaller feline. Their eyes weighed each other looking for weakness. They tried to spot a time, even a moment, that they would be able to launch in to hamstring the other one. They didn't fight for malice or hatred, they only fought to live another day.

The wealthy were undisputed masters of the world. Romans were the masters of them all. The Empire had sprawled so large that they had encompassed every species that had dared to stand before them. No one could remember when the beasts walked free in tribes of their own. All they knew was to serve their Masters. Disobedience would be met with death. Tau had learned to obey. He was one of a handful that had been raised by his mother in the hopes of breeding a gladiator that was fiercer and more animalistic. He had rewarded that hope with the size and coloring of his father. His white coat streaked with broad black stripes, not the orange of the common tigers, but an exotic color that made him famous. The white tiger, deadly and fast, with the most kills to his name. Because to win, one had to kill, to win one had to be terrifying to unnerve the others.

His master had raised him carefully with his siblings. He had learned how to fight and, more importantly, to win. He had learned from the mistakes of others as he had joined his Master in the seats high up in the stadium to watch other matches. There had been no lies about how he would spend his life, but that didn't make it any easier. Rome was in the height of her glory and he was yet another faceless slave in her midst. His lips twisted in a snarl at his own thoughts and he blocked a blow from his opponent. He cursed himself as he focused on the slimmer fighter that had come in closer. The beast didn't have his training or his weight. The gladiator before him had been raised by uncaring trainers who had honed him from an early age to carry a sword and shield. He could almost pity the beast if it weren't for the fact that he had to kill him.

Tau pushed forward and suddenly dropped down. His knee bent beneath him as he swept his leg out in a swift kick that hooked behind the other tiger's legs. He used the ground to brace the hilt of his sword as the tiger was pulled off his feet and tumbled downwards. His other hand held his shield up to protect himself. The impact of the armored chest against his sword shook his arm as he strained to hold it in place. The all too familiar feel of warm blood sliding along his hand as he gripped the hilt was greeted with a roar from the crowd around him. He opened his eyes to see the smaller tiger's jaws spread and working soundlessly as the amber eyes widened in confusion. Quickest death was most merciful. He had known gladiators who teased their opponent and let them bleed a slow death. Not Tau. He had always believed in mercy, even if that mercy was found on the tip of his blade.

"Peace, brother." He rumbled the words from deep in his throat into one of the rounded ears. "You left with honor."

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The scent of roses filled Katia's nose, fresh picked by her slaves, and filling her room so that everywhere she looked she saw their pale yellow and pink hues. The edges of the petals were darker than the heart where they were nearly white. Her gardener had cultivated them from the wild lands of the south, he had brought them to her and told her they were the most fragrant that he had ever scented. She agreed, the old goat was always good with his plants, and this year was the first year that they were spread enough that they could be trimmed with impunity. She loved the scent of them, adored them, her nostrils flared as she drew in the warm scent of them and stretched her languid body out in the sun so that it heated up the line of her bare back. Such a glorious feel, that warmth filling her and allowing her muscles to relax.

The servant attending her was deft with the brush, gentle and soothing as the strokes trailed along her back and tried to distract her. She wanted to get up and prowl, she wanted to move and pace, but she had to keep in one place. If she gave into that urge, she would likely end up slipping out of her home to go to the market, or the river or any number of places that would cause her all manner of problems. No well bred woman of Rome would leave her house when the scent of her heat was upon her. It was unheard of. It would have been the death of her reputation. A fact that made her grit her teeth in annoyance, as well. She traded and held more wealth then most men, she was unmarried and a paragon of society, but she was not allowed the freedom of the males. It would have been useless to try and demand it, so she had to sit here and suffer with the ache and itch of her body.

"Mistress?" She twitched an ear and tilted her head towards the servant who was brushing out her long thick tail. "I need to tend the underside."

The snow leopard flicked her tail up as the small ocelot continued to brush her, the smooth strokes were comforting to her while she flexed her claws down against the thick silk pillows beneath her. She didn't need to be brushed, but she was bored, bored and restless. She had been bored since the end of the last gladiator match when she had watched her brother's newest buy be slaughtered in the midst of battle. He hadn't even put up enough of a fight to be amusing. He had fallen in front of a massive bull and been trampled in the damp sand, a red streak that had set her sibling into a rage. She had warned him about setting such a green gladiator into the ring. She had warned him about the risks, but he had brushed it off as unimportant. He had wanted to win.

She was far more careful with her gladiators. She didn't have many, only three, but they were the best. Her matched wolves were deadly in matched bouts, her family had bred them carefully over generations so that they were the envy of Rome. Members of the Senate had offered to buy them from her, but she had carefully refused. She wouldn't sell them, not yet, they were old enough now to sire cubs and she wanted to continue their line before letting them go. And, Tau, her white tiger, swift as a blizzard and merciless in the sands. He would destroy any that she pointed him too, unquestioning and obedient. He was rare and exotic, a favorite in the ring and had been matched against champions, but she always returned to him. Her brother had offered her the lion's share of their parents' fortune for him, but she had refused. She would not sell him.

Let her brother waste his coin on wildlings from the north, let him waste it on the untrained slaves that were given a few weapons and thrown into the ring. She would have her prized few and carefully match them. Tau was well into the age to breed, but she held him back from it. She had given him females in his youth to slake his lusts, but for the last four years she had refused him any companionship. He was not allowed to breed, not even to those who would be sterile with him. She used his rage and anger at being chaste to encourage him to fight in the ring with more ferocity. He was growing harder, faster, and more brutal with every fight. Each time she told him he would be rewarded soon with a female. One that he could have to himself, not one of the shared breeders, but another tigress that he could have as a mate as a reward. The thought of him made her tail lash within her servant's grasp as she was brushed.

"Talla? What was Tau's time the latest match?" She rolled over and pulled her tail free, she was tired of having it stroked. She stretched her nude form out her full length as her servant blinked at her with wide eyes.

"He broke his last record, Mistress, he did not play so long." The slave answered in a soft voice. "The crowd enjoyed it."

"Yes, they did." She ran a paw down her white furred belly lightly, her fingers teased downwards a little while she considered her gladiator. "Do you think they will become bored soon?"

"I believe they will, Mistress. He kills too swiftly, they do not have a chance to pick a favorite." Talla stood up and adjusted her tunic lightly. "Shall I fetch you refreshments?"

_They will grow bored with him. _ Katia hooded her eyes while contemplating her gladiator. Had he earned his reward? She could give him a mate now, take him to the slave markets to allow him to have his pick.

The thought of Tau being relieved of his chastity and allowed access to a female sent a ripple of heat through her. He would be wild, an animal, trembling and nearly raping the poor girl. She toyed with the idea of watching it, forcing his relief to be a public spectacle to the masses. Perhaps even a dinner. The thoughts teased through her mind, making her body warm with more than just the sunlight that was spreading along the line of her back. She would enjoy seeing it, more than that, she would be able to take coins for those that wanted to watch. To say nothing for any perspective offspring he would have.

No, not yet. But perhaps a reward of another sort, something to ensure his final battle will be something to remember...

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"No, not refreshments. Have Tau bathed and groomed, and brought up to my chambers for the evening." Katia sat up with a twitch of her whiskers. "I believe it is time to remind him of what he fights for."

The slave girl barely flicked an ear, but that wasn't surprising. She wouldn't have become one of the snow leopard's trusted servants if she gave her emotions away. Katia would have Tau for the evening, an evening where she would take the deadly gladiator and bring him to heel. Many well born ladies slaked their heat on the tongues of their slaves, no risking their own fertile wombs and the slaves would not disobey. It would be a torture to him, one that would be glorious to watch as he was forced to bow his head and be roused to fever pitch by the scent of her body, the temptation of her estrus, and be sent away hard and denied. Perhaps she would have his hands bound so he could not touch himself, and leave him with the promise that one more battle won would ensure an end to his celibacy. Yes. That would do quite nicely.

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Tau flicked his ears flat on his head as he waited outside the door of his Mistress' chambers, his nostrils flared and whiskers bristled along his cheeks. He could smell her, damn her, he could smell the scent of her flooding his nostrils with more than just perfume and spices that the nobility wore. The scent of her heat was on the air and made him lash his tail against the ground while his guards pushed the door open in front of him. There was only one reason that he had been brought up from the slave pens, only one reason she would wish to see him in her own personal chambers. He couldn't keep the curl of his lip from baring one of his fangs as the opened door revealed the luxurious inner room, the decorations exotic and expensive, just like his Mistress.

She was sprawled out with all the grace she could manage, utterly nude as she curled around her silk sheets and rested her chin on the backs of her hands. Her ears flicked up high as she watched him come in, the green of her eyes so bright that they threatened to swallow him. She was posed, eager, and arched on the bed just enough that she showed off her soft white breasts to him. The scent of her need rode on the air, as it had times before, forced him to attend her heat without any risk to her fertile womb. His nose crinkled up higher, baring his teeth at the harsh scents on the air, scents that forced his body to react. His stomach contracted painfully as he was forced to pad into the room. He would be her relief, his tongue would attend her until she was spent and relieved.

And he, he would be given nothing in response. He was not even allowed to touch himself for relief, he would be taken back to his quarters and bound, left wanting and near sobbing with his desire. It was his life, the will of his masters that it was so, and every day was becoming more of a torment. It was starting to reach a point that he could barely think past the need and the promise that he would be allowed to relieve himself soon. He would be given a chance to have a female, rich and in heat, to claim her body. He wanted it so badly that he was ready to go mad. And she was willing to torment him again. He snarled softly to himself as she shifted upwards and bared her vulnerable breasts.

"Do you have a problem, slave?" One of the guards growled and used the butt of his spear to make him stumble forward.

"No, sir." The words tasted like bitter ashes on his tongue, words he had been raised to say and this time he nearly choked on them.

"Leave us, he'll do me no harm." The Mistress purred her words as she rose up from the bed, swinging her legs up so that he was staring at her nude body. "Come, my slave, tonight you will pleasure me..."

"Yes, Mistress..." The words came out in a low growl as he could feel himself reacting beneath the spill of his loin cloth, his cock firming up with the promise of that scent, even though he knew that he wasn't going to be able to go through with it.

The guards pulled back and left him, for once, they didn't bind his hands up so he was able to move towards the snow leopard who reached a hand out to him. His stomach tensed up painfully as he drew in a deep breath and shivered it out again.

"Remove your clothing, slave, I would look at you." Katia tilted her head to one side as he trembled in place, but moved his hands down to the thick canvas loin cloth that he was allowed to clothe himself in.

His hands shook as he fumbled and tugged at it, peeling it away slowly while his mistress watched him with her lips parted wide and her breathing coming in fast bursts of anticipation. He hated her for it, hated that she made him do this, that she would be satisfied and he would be left hard and aching for the rest of the night. He lowered his eyes so she wouldn't see his rage while he dropped his covering down and revealed the tapered barbed tip of his cock that pushed out against his belly. A dribble of precum oozed out over the edge and trailed down along his underside as each throb made his shaft harden painfully, rising higher up against his pale white stomach. The dark red pulsed slightly as he heard her purr out softly in appreciation.

"Lovely as always, my gladiator, come, you have earned the right to pleasure me." Her voice was so terribly eager, smug, confident as he lifted his eyes to her nude form. "Your tongue will slake me and satisfy me, but you are unworthy to touch yourself. You are unworthy to taint my rooms with your seed."

"Yes, Mistress.." The words came out roughly, snarling form his mouth as she leaned back onto a few piled pillows. He wanted to pin her down, ram himself into her, and all he could do was stop and tremble in place as his body quivered with his need.

"If you prove yourself worthy in the next fight, you will go to a female of your own choosing from my stock, with the blood of your kill still on you, and you will be relieved of your celibacy. But for tonight, you are to preserve that valuable seed.." Her words were lower as he stepped forward. "Now, kneel, slave, pleasure me with your tongue."

_How many times has she promised this? How many times has she told me that she would allow me to end my celibacy and then tore away my hope? _ He dropped to one knee before her, his large paws moved to cup either side of her knees as he crinkled his nose back at the scent of her heat. _Why should I believe her now?

_

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Tau was as beautiful as ever, his dark stripes that spilled over his body contrasted perfectly with the white of his coat. She recalled it red with blood from his fight, but he had been well cleaned and smelled only of rich male musk and the faintest scent of soap that lingered on his fur. She loved summoning like this, loved the power she held over him as his Mistress. She could see the anger in his eyes, but he obeyed as he always had. He knew exactly what would happen if he tried anything at all with her. He'd be beaten, whipped and sent back to his quarters to be bound. She didn't even need the guards here to enforce that, he was too well trained to break away from that, which allowed her to relax as his paws cupped her thighs so she could part her legs.

His eyes lowered from looking at her while his short muzzle leaned forward and drew in the scent of her. The warm breath tickled over her swollen sensitive folds before he pushed his tongue upwards and the rough texture stroked upwards right along her soft outer lips. The stroke dragged right between her folds, curling upwards and forced her outer lips open so a spark of pleasure ran through her. Katia leaned back on the bed and pulled a pillow up beneath her head while she rocked her hips upwards against him. His tongue worked between her folds, catching right along the swollen nub of her clit so she let out a soft groaning cry of pleasure. She had been resisting doing anything about her heat for several days, but it had only grown worse and worse. As she reached the height of her fertility it was a swollen ache that made it impossible to function with it teasing at the back of her mind.

Tau knew what she enjoyed, she felt the tongue plunging forward to stroke along her inner walls while she clenched down around it. She moved her paws to grip against her pillow tightly as the textured barbs caressed her swollen passage. Her wetness was pushed out around the edges of his tongue while she clutched him, making him work to push past her stroking muscles while his paws moved up to grip against either side of her hips. Her fingers gave a squeeze and pulled her backwards so that his muzzle ground up against her spread outer lips, his padded nose pushed against her clit as he scooped up her arousal and swallowed it. The scent of him started to grow on the air while he grew more aroused, the harsh male musk was a treat, one that she drew in and closed her eyes while rocking her hips up.

The rasping of the tongue wasn't as sharp as the barbs of a male's cock, they were just enough to tease her without forcing her over the edge. She wouldn't ovulate from just the gentle stroking, it just kept her roused while he worked his tongue in deeper. It plunged in deeper, the tip curled upwards forcefully and dragged backwards towards the rise of her g-spot. The caress caught against the sensitive patch so she gave a short buck, grinding harder against him while her legs slipped over his bare shoulders. Mingled through it all, was the heady sensation that she controlled him absolutely. He wanted her, wanted to fuck her, wanted to breed her, but he wouldn't because she was his mistress. This powerful male that killed so many was gentled to her hand so that he could be used as a source of pleasure and relief.

Katia gave herself over to him, closing her eyes and just savoring each time the tongue plunged inwards and worked through her. The drag outwards pulled the wetness from her so that it clung to his lips, marking him with her scent. Her lovely gladiator, it would be a shame when he was finally given a female to give him relief.

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Tau flattened his ears as his loins were so painfully roused, every throb of his cock made him ache with the need for release. Her scent, that damned scent of heat, flooded his nostrils as he worked his tongue within her passage. This was not the first time he'd done it, nor would it be the last time. She would use him again and again, as if he were her toy. A creature that she could command to do whatever she wished for as long as she wished, no matter that he felt stabs of pain with his need for release. She enjoyed it, enjoyed tormenting him. He curled his lips back and dragged backwards, running his tongue along the patch of her g-spot, feeling the way that she clutched around him and tightened.

How long had it been since he'd even been able to touch himself? How long since he had felt any female against him? He had started to look at the younger males, almost tempted, but he wasn't that far gone. He wanted a woman, a woman that he could plunge himself into and slake his heat. He could feel his cock pulsing harder, his balls felt so heavy, so swollen, it was painful. Her legs slipped over his shoulder and rested there while he plunged his tongue in deeper working it back and forth. His breath came out raggedly as he pulled his rasping tongue backwards and flicked his tongue tip all the way up to sweep right over the swollen bud of her clit. Her hips jerked up again to push against her muzzle hard enough that she let out a soft moan.

He moved his palms up to cup against her ass cheeks, he could feel the softness there, her body was so willing, so eager. He felt his mind clouding with her scent and his lips peeled back as he lifted his head up and started to breathe in short pants. He parted his mouth and started to pant in shallow draws of her pheromones. Damn her, damn her for making him do this, making him feel the ache building in his loins. No freedom, no life of his own, nothing but the misery of licking what he could not take and denied even the touch of his own paw. His tail lashed faster and harder behind him, the need growing as he dropped his lips and started to lick a bit more firmly against her inner folds, nudging against that tight opening.

His fingers flexed tightly against the curve of her ass and his tongue plunged forward in a hard driving push. What another male would claim, what another male could have, but not him. His cock pulsed again, flinging out a splatter of precum against his belly, some of it even hit against her leg. Why could he possess her? Why shouldn't he? He had served her well, he had tolerated the humiliations she had pushed on him, tolerated her lies about when she promised he would have relief, fought and killed under her command. All of it, all of it he had done without question, without a moments hesitation as he had been trained to do. He had never swayed, never disobeyed, and all he was rewarded with was more torment, more games, more pain.

_I am not her plaything! I am not her toy! _ He pulled his tongue slowly from her, his lips twisted back to show all of his teeth as he pulled away from her quivering glistening folds. _This is mine by right. I have tended her, licked her, smelled her every heat. I will have her. How dare she deny me... again! _

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"Slave?" Katia's voice was breathy as he rolled his eyes up to her. "You may use your fingers if you wish."

Damn her, indulgent, smug, mocking him while he trembled in place. His claws flexed against her ass he shifted his legs beneath him.

"No." Tau growled out and pushed himself up onto his paws in a crouch. "No."

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"No? Then you will use your tongue or go back to your cell." Katia narrowed her eyes in annoyance as the striped tiger stared up at her as her body hovered right on the edge of pleasure. She was nearly there, damnit.

"No.. I will not use my fingers." Tau shifted up, his body almost trembling as he licked his lips, wiping away her slick arousal. "Or my tongue... Anymore.."

"Then you will go to the door and leave. I have no use for you." Katia pushed herself up on her elbows, stifling the instant frustrated anger that burst through her. "And be grateful I don't have you flogged!"

She had been so close, that tongue had worked wonders on her, only to have him play this game. It wasn't the first time, but she would make him suffer for it. It would be a long time before she allowed him to service her again, and he would not get the reward she had promised him. How dare he? When she was so full of need that her heart was pounding and her entire body felt hot and flushed. She glared at him as he stood up slowly, his heavy red shaft pulsed right against his stomach, the precum smeared against the fur as he looked down at her with his lips twisted back in a snarl. She hooded her eyes and moved her own hand down to stroke right along her soft outer folds, her finger tips caressed in a slow circle to tease him.

"Go, Tau, you are no longer wanted nor needed." She repeated and teased herself with her finger tips, spreading her folds so her fingers caressed right along the swell of her clit to taunt him.

"No." Tau's voice was harsh and deep before he moved forward and suddenly a paw pushed hard against her chest.

It happened in a flash, his weight dropped down against her as one broad white paw moved up to cup right against her muzzle. She let out an outraged scream, but it was muffled by the thick digits that pressed hard against her lips and his other paw moved to rest right against her lower belly. His weight pushed down against her, the harsh male scent flooded her nose as he rested his body above her own. He was warm, so terribly warm, the scent of male filled her as she writhed under him, but couldn't get away from her. She twisted her lips back and tried to bite the paw that held her muzzle as he deliberately dropped his hips down and pressed right against the curve of her belly so she could feel the hot hard length of his shaft.

"I know what you need, my mistress..." The gladiator drawled the last word out mockingly. "I've known what you needed all along."

Katia's eyes bulged as she felt the hips rolling forward against her, the tip of his cock smoothed right along her belly fur as she tried to twist away from the touch. The scent of him was everywhere, it filled her nose and made it hard to think, but she kept swallowing it down. The paw on her belly moved to grip one of her legs firmly and pushed it upwards while she struggled to hold it down. In all her life of training, in all her time of owning him, he had never so much as raised a paw against her. Not even when he was punished, but now his weight kept her pinned in place while the hips rolled forward and dragged backwards again, marking her with the harsh musky precum. Her breath came out raggedly while his head hovered just above her, watching her with feverish bright eyes.

She tried to scream again, tried to cry out for the guards, but his paw muffled her voice so she couldn't call loud enough for them. The sound was too muffled, they'd just assume it was Tau pleasuring her, they wouldn't come. She wished she hadn't sent them away, hadn't been so confident, but there was nothing she could do as he forced her leg up and wrapped it right over the curve of her hip. The force pushed it up high over his tail baring her quivering heat swollen folds. She tried to pull her hips backwards and away, but there was no where to go. He dragged his cock backwards, his orbs brushed against her folds as his breathing came out raggedly and soon she felt the firm flesh of his cock teasing right over her folds.

"What will you do, my mistress?" He mocked breathily down at her while she moved her hands up and tried to shove him away. "Will you have me killed for this? But then they will see your striped cubs... my cubs. Filling that fine womb of yours."

The tip dragged backwards and trailed all the way down to caress right along her outer folds while she let out an outraged noise. It was worse that her body reacted, her stomach tensing up with need as the tip trailed up and down slowly. The gentle touches raked the barbs lightly along her outer folds, scraping and tugging so her inner walls contracted down with desire. She balled her fists up against his chest and gave another rough shove. This couldn't happen, it couldn't. All of her power lay in one day making a fine marriage, going to the bed to bear her first cubs to a high placed male who would extend her power. If he bred her, mated her, impregnated her there would be no hiding her pregnancy, no hiding where it had come from. She would be ruined, destroyed. She could order him killed, but it would not relieve the taint that he had given her.

She writhed her hips and let out a hissing cry as the tip probed against her, rubbing right up against her tender opening. The strokes pushed upwards and hit against her clit briefly before pulling back again, his paw moved away from her mouth. The fingers slipped away slowly from her muzzle, letting her draw in a breath before his muzzle captured his own. The powerful push meshed his lips with hers, grinding and pushing with bruising force as the tongue plunged into her mouth. The powerful gladiator slowly rolled his hips forward, pressing with a sudden jerk so her scream was swallowed by the muzzle as his cock tip wedged inside of her. Her slippery inner walls wrapped around him while he groaned out his pleasure.

His free paw jerked her paws away from his chest and pinned them down, his chest pushed against her hard enough that she could barely move. The powerful cock wedged inwards inch by slow inch, forcing deeper while her walls contracted even tighter around him. A dribble of precum spilled into her, rushing into her unprotected passage as he snarled out his pleasure. His hips gave another sharp thrust, the buck driving forward and forcing her ass up into the air as her entire passage was forced to stretch and mold around his girth. Her inner walls caressed him as an unwilling rush of pleasure ran through her. She wanted this, needed it, her body craved it even as she denied the feel of him holding open so deep inside. Deeper than his tongue could ever reach and she bucked up against him without being able to stop herself.

Tau lifted his muzzle from hers, panting shallowly while grinding forward deep enough his tip teased against her cervix. "My sweet mistress, that's right, such a good little mistress.." He made mock of her title while she tried to draw in a breath.

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"Stop...." That sweet word, she whimpered it out as Tau felt the walls clamping down so tightly around him. He held still, as still as he possibly could, he would go off if he moved in that moment. She was as tight as he had imagined, the inner walls started to pull from the base and towards his tip, milking him already for his seed.

"Scream for your guards, mistress?" He licked over her muzzle before gently moving backwards, spreading his barbs open to scrape just along her inner passage. "Do it, let them see me on you, mounting you, breeding you..."

"Stop.. please.." Her gasp came out loudly while he drew back again and he felt her body jerking upwards in response to the barbs tugging through her.

She couldn't scream for help now, no noble lady would dare expose herself in the throws of breeding with a slave this way. It didn't matter that they could drag him off, her honor was already stained and they would know it. He counted on it. He pulled backwards slowly, feeling the wetness cling along his glistening cock as the inner walls rippled in reaction. The way she tightened dug the barbs in even more, catching through her, while he moved his paws up to cup her breasts roughly. His fingers squeezed down tightly, curling and kneading against the mounds as he always wanted to. Tau had dreamed of having his celibacy lifted a hundred times, but this was far sweeter than any slave girl. This was the object of his fevered desires made flesh.

He drew backwards inch by slow inch, purposefully raking the barbs through her, trying to coax her into ovulating for him while she arched her back and pushed roughly against his chest. He ignored the blows, he was used to full bodied muscled males, this female was nothing compared to him. He reached down with his muzzle and gripped her shoulder roughly, digging his fangs in as he dragged his cock tip nearly out of her before plunging forward. She was so hot, so slick, so tight around him that he let out a groan of pleasure as he hammered hard enough that he heard the smack of flesh on flesh. The thick ooze of precum clung through her passage, smearing through her, already working to let loose a handful of writhing sperm into her body. His claws dug in roughly against her breasts as he claimed her. Mistress no longer, she was his, his female, his personal toy to release himself within, she belonged to him alone.

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Katia let out a ragged cry as the powerful hips slammed up harder within her passage. Her hips were jerked up into the air as the cock tip drove itself all the way in and nearly hit against her cervix. The grinding push wedged and rubbed right along the opening to her womb before he pulled back again. The barbs spread open wide, raking through her so her inner walls contracted and caressed around him. She let out a hissing cry of despair as her own body forced he barbs to catch along her body in a raking stroke that made her stomach twist and turn. Her womb was contracting, forcing the ova outwards and towards her fallopian tubes for his seed. She could almost feel it as the grip on her breasts tightened and the claws ran down along her thick soft fur.

His body was so heavy, she could barely move as he started to thrust in short hard strokes, driving into her, hitting deep to rub through her. She wanted to be horrified and deny him, but her heat made everything so sensitive. She had been well primed by his tongue so she let out weak noises and rolled her hips upwards as much as she could in response. The barbs caressed and pulled, scraping all the way back towards her g-spot before he drove forward again and slammed the heavy orbs up against the curve of her ass cheeks. His teeth dug down hard against her shoulder, his breath hot and panting while she twisted and let out a pleading sound.

"Stop!" She got the words out, a ragged noise that spilled past her lips before it turned into a shrill sound when he hilted inside of her again.

He was big, large enough she was strained too wide around him, her muscles kept contracting as his precum oozed out constantly and smeared out along the opening of her cervix. The thick dollops meshed with her own arousal as a slave, a filthy gladiator, started to drive in harder and shorter strokes. She was rocked beneath him, the weight pressed down along her stomach, holding her in place while his breath came out in short snarls and growls while his paws ran down her breasts and moved to cup against her hips. The tips of the claws pricked out as he suddenly yanked her backwards with his thrusts, the barbs caught against her, becoming harder and sharper as her breath came out in a keening whimper.

She couldn't stop herself, her heart was hammering, her entire body was alive with sensations that were rushing through her. She let out a harsh cry of protest as thrust after thrust beat against her, insistant, demanding, claiming all that she was in each and every stroke. Her own wetness was forced out around the base, smearing along his cock while the first rush of pleasure spilled through her. She couldn't stop the orgasm that built up and washed over her, it spilled through her loins and she let out a ragged harsh cry. Her inner walls started to contract and milk from the base all the way towards the tip, she pulled around him, her body wanted him to slake the need inside of her. She wanted it to be extinguished as only he could do it.

The heavy bodied male released her shoulder with a rough snarl as he started to thrust in harder shorter bursts, only an inch of his dark red cock pulled out before he drove in. The conical shaped tip ground and pushed against her cervix, grinding and pushing up along the slender opening as her breath came out raggedly. She felt the humiliation and terror fading beneath the need that burst over her, she wanted him, she needed him, the scent of the male, it made it impossible to ignore as his orbs clapped up a bit more firmly against her inner thighs. The powerful claws dug into her fur hard enough that she felt them piercing her delicate skin, almost drawing blood as Tau threw his head back and roared out, a sound that vibrated her ears.

With a final thrust he drove himself forward, she felt his orbs starting to twitch before the tip erupted against her cervix. She screamed out in denial as a hot thick rope of seed erupted out of him and splattered against the slender snug opening that led to her fertile womb. Her walls clamped down as the barbs dug into her and held in place while each pulse sent up another thick cream spill of cum inside of her. The sperm rich goo pushed into her, aided by her own treacherous muscles as she squeezed around him. She couldn't stop herself, even as she realized that her fertile body was ripe for him. Ripe for the flood that filled her and forced ever deeper, ready to take her eggs and ravage them. It seemed a never ending flood as his balls kept pumping, finally given release after so long.

The tiger slowly rolled his hips, purposefully scraping his barbs through her so that she let out a whimpering noise in her throat before he stopped. His handsome striped head lifted up so he could meet her eyes while he impregnated her, his teeth bared in a fierce grin.

"Oh my Mistress, how we have changed this night." He mocked her title, his paw moved up and cupped right against her cheek. "I think that commanding mouth will work well to clean my cock and ready me for you again. And this time..." The tiger hissed softly and pulled backwards, dragging his throbbing shaft from her quivering body. "You will be on all fours, like the beast I want you to be."

Katia whimpered softly as the tip pulled backwards and suddenly popped free with a wet noise, his tainted seed oozed along her folds and towards the crease of her ass, but not all of it. Most remained inside of her, working as millions of sperm raced to spark life inside of her. She could call her guards, and they would come, they would kill them, but all would know she had been raped and bred. All would know she had been overpowered by a mere slave and used like his whore. Shame rushed through her and tinged her ears as she turned her eyes to one side. Only one saving grace, only one thing would allow her to keep her honor.

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"Rise, Tau FreeTiger, slave no more." Katia's voice rang out sharply in the great hall, her head lifted up so it was tilted elegantly back and her hair tumbled down her head.

The snow leopard was every inch the noble lady, her robes clung to her body as the tiger pushed up to his paws and lifted his own head. His new clothing was still stiff in places, but the material had been padded so that it was soft against his striped fur. He tilted his head to look at those who had gathered for the celebration dinner. He had made his last kill, a devastating one that had been rewarded with his freedom and a feast that had been set out to induct him into a society he had never been born for. Some looked at him with disgust and disdain, some with interest, but it did not matter, for his eyes slid back to his former Mistress and a smile hovered on the edges of his muzzle as he stepped forward and reached a paw out to catch her paw in his own.

"My Mistress.." He drawled the word has he lifted her paw to kiss the back in a correct manner that made her pale slightly.

Last night he had had her again, he had pinned her down against the bed so that she bit a pillow to stifle her cries as he used her over and over. Her body responded to him, she wanted him, and he used that against her each and every night. He had demanded it of her, he would not tolerate being locked in his cell while she languished in her rooms. Or had another male in the hopes to have his own seed overtaken. He had driven it into her, each time he claimed her he used every ounce of his power to intimidate and train her. There were no free tigers, her cubs would be born striped and spotted, not leopards at all. He had driven that into her mind until her own fear of being revealed as having lost control of him had made her send for him. That, and her bodies want and need. How she enjoyed him and all that he could do to her.

The scent of her heat was fading, but he knew the truth, she had not come out of it unscathed. Her stomach would soon grow round and fat with his cubs, the first litter of many if he had his way of it. And now, now he was a freed slave, gifted with the money of his last victory and she could properly announce that he was her consort. She could not bear his cubs without naming him as her consort, if she did the Senate would view her as losing control of her household. They would force her out of her own home, they would send her to her brother and hand over all she possessed to him. He had left her only one way out, to free him of his slavery and take him as her consort. She would keep most of her honor and he.... He would be her consort in name only. For he had taught her a new name for him, besides slave and gladiator. Through pain and pleasure, she had learned his true name. Master. Hearing his title whimpered out in the night, it was the sweetest reward of all.