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The rapping and tapping of a typewriter fast at work was the only noise to be heard in a small home office. The machine was pretty old fashioned but I was the one nearly fifty miles from the closest town. I paused and looked up hearing the back door open from outside. Claws clacked once on the hard wood floor before sheathing themselves for silence.

"Back from outside!" A gruff feminine voice sounded off.

"Did you find anything?" There was a short pause.

"Not much." Her voice was upbeat like a drum. She definitely found something. I returned to typing, this time with a light grin. My life wasn't typical of an average human. The marriage I was in had been arranged by two completely different parties. Many would find my situation odd for that reason alone, and originally it was out of convenience. It all began eight years ago when the confederation of tigers and human government disputed over the rights to a large lake for fishing. An agreement was quickly made to have two fishing zones; west for tigers, and east for humans. However, trust on the tigers' side was lacking towards their human counterparts. The possibility of an armed conflict was something both sides wanted to avoid. To solve the problem the tigers demanded a human be married to one of their own as an extra measure of good faith. That's when I was quickly picked out to marry the tigress Seravi. I was the closest human living to the densely populated tiger territory. In fact, the border between human and tiger lands could be seen from my kitchen window. It was odd! I was married to what plenty of humans called a beast! Or what tigers called mated to a skin.

The human government compensated me with more than enough income every month, and the confederation of tigers gave Seravi a large hunting space surrounding the house. We've been living together in my house ever since. I heard someone in the doorway and stopped typing. I looked up and found myself staring into two golden feline eyes. Standing just shy of two meters inside the doorway was my wife. Most of her orange fur was a short and soft but her front was covered in the softest fur, whiter than snow itself. Black stripes decorated her body in a unique pattern. A black ringed tail swayed back and forth slowly behind her digitigrade ankles. She's a beautiful Bengal tigress. Her gracefully sleek, yet powerfully built body was always in the nude. Every tiger preferred their own fur to any wearable garment. The tigress sashayed towards me in gracefully silent steps. I jumped out of the chair and shared a kiss with her. The fuzzy chin and thin lips were a delightful dual sensation. A prickly tongue washed over my lips as we parted.

"What did you catch?" I asked.

"A deer." Seravi proudly answered.

"Wow! A whole deer? That's great!" I congratulated her. Her throat rumbled in a satisfied purr.

"I had to chase him for a great distance." The tigress boasted holding up both hands. "From the hill at the mangrove to the creek before I could tackle it." She demonstrated with her hands. I could imagine the chase with the tigress running her prey down. "So did you write a lot?" Seravi peeked at the typewriter.

"Yes." I looked over at the typed pages. "You were gone all morning and afternoon." Hunting might have looked easy for a tiger, but it was very time consuming and took a lot of practice.

"Do you want to sit in the main room with me?" Seravi asked.

"Sure. Let me put all of this up first." The tigress nodded and walked out of the room as gracefully as she had entered it. Her tail was last to slip out of the doorway. I organized the typed papers into a folder and left the small office room. I found Seravi sitting on the end of the couch in the living room, leaning on an armrest. The sun shone radiantly on her body. The oranges and whites were magnified under the golden rays. The black stripes contrasted just enough to tone the bright godlike appearance, but her sweet smile shone with the most radiance of all.

"Sit here." She patted the spot beside her. I plopped down and joined the lovely tigress. Her tail curled around my waist, and an arm hugged me close to her side. Snuggling beside her was the coziest place in the house.

"Do you want to watch the tv for a little bit?" She nodded. I flipped the channel to a news station back on the east coast. We were suddenly greeted with footage of a fireworks factory on fire. Hundreds of gunpowder filled devices meant for celebration were preemptively fired. The tv blared every blast and hiss into the room with the image of a colorful sky. Seravi leaned forward and her hackles raised. She growled at the tv and held an arm over my chest. The loud noises seemed to trigger an animalistic sense of hers to protect. I quickly grabbed the remote to turn the tv off. The tigress immediately calmed down seeing the screen blacken into silence. I had learned from losing two of them in the past how fast the situation could escalate. There was something about the screen and sounds that made it all too real for a tiger. An arm caught my side and pulled me halfway onto her lap. A wide tongue quickly followed and washed over the side of my head.

"You're safe with me." She murred and washed my face. The prickly warm appendage gently tugged at my skin. It was akin to a light massage. I threw my arm out to catch the couch's arm, but I hit the small nightstand beside it instead.

"Oops." I knocked a picture down. Seravi loosened her grip for me to set it back up. It was the first photo taken of us when we were joined together as mates. Her predatory gaze at the camera greatly contrasted from my helpless and pleading eyes.

"You were scared of a tiger." She mused in that rumbling deep feminine voice of hers.

"Tiger? You're a kitty cat." I remarked. Seravi gave a deep hissing laugh at the innocent name.

"Seravi the kitty cat." The tigress purred drawing a lone claw up my chest. She rested the large paw resembling hand on my arm. It dwarfed my own hand. The bulky digits had their equally large claws sheathed. The warm padded palm and finger tips were soft yet firm and velvety. "Your paws are very clean to have brought down a deer." I noticed the white fur on the front, the orange on the back, and the black pads didn't have any traces of dirt.

"I washed them in a creek." She showed me both hands. The black pads and white furred palms were both spotless. I rested my head against one of her arms and snuggled with her. Seravi's fur was soft against my face and kept me warm. Her scent differed and reminded me of nature and the wilderness surrounding our home. The tigress contently held me and looped her tail around my leg. I trailed a hand up and down her side where the orange back and white front met, watching my hand pass over several stripes. I enjoyed quiet moments like this with her. There was nothing to do but be together and enjoy the simpler things in life. It always earned a quiet purr from her. She watched me with a grin. Her tail curled slowly back and forth.

"What are you going to do with the deer?" I asked looking up at her.

"Eat it." She chuckled, finding the question humorous. That much was obvious.

"Do you want me to help quarter it?" She shook her head.

"I already did." Her voice proudly answered. I grinned and snuggled with her for a while longer.

"Then I am going to take a shower. Do you want me to cook with you when I'm done?" I asked sitting up. Cooking together with her was always fun.

"Mm. Yes." Seravi licked her nose. Being a tiger she had little trouble eating raw meat, but the taste of cooked meat was far more delectable to her taste buds. I started to stand but her arms loosely held onto me, making it a challenge to stand up.

"You're not letting go." I chuckled landing back down on her lap. Her claws rasped over my shirt knowingly. A cheek brushed over my own before she let me go. "Thanks-" I said only for her a striped leg to reach out and stop me. "I should pull you right off that couch." I teased and grabbed her leg before giving a few tugs.

"Please do." She purred with a witty smile.

"I'd like to decline this time." I hugged her leg before setting it back.

"Aww. Ok." Seravi tapped my rear with a paw. She was a natural wrestler, and I always ended up being her prey when she pinned me to the ground. The tigress stretched out lazily on the couch and watched me leave the room with a keen eye. I went down the short hallway and into our bedroom. Our bedroom partially resembled a den for a lack of a better word. Three deerskins lined the floor around the bed. All were caught by Seravi during our first year of marriage. A prized deer skull with large antlers hanged on the wall. The largest fixture by far was a handmade rug covering most of the floor. The only item that tigers produced were crude spears from antler, but Seravi's parents somehow obtained it and gave it to us. Mystifying stripe resembling patterns decorated the cosmic cream colored surface. I stepped over the artful rug taking a deep breath. The smell was different than the rest of the house. I could close my eyes and easily imagine myself outside in a forest or field. The bed itself had only one sheet and a few pillows messily piled at the top. Plenty of orange, white, and black strands of fur "decorated" the bed sheet and pillows messily.

The adjacent bathroom was fairly plain and standard compared to the bedroom. I quickly stripped down and turned the shower on. Once and while I liked taking a shower alone. Just a quick five minutes to clean myself then get back to doing something else. The tigress preferred taking long baths, and most of the water would end up outside of the tub especially when she wanted me to bathe with her. I stepped into the tub only for the door to creak open. Half soaked I opened the curtain back up and found Seravi in the bathroom.

"Is something wrong?" I was confused by her small grin as she walked towards me.

"No." Seravi innocently replied. "I want to bathe with you." She stood in front of me with the intent to enter the bathtub.

"Wait. Way about preparing the deer?" I stopped her.

"I'll do that next." She started to step forward again. I grabbed her shoulders but my strength was obviously no match for hers.

"No! You're not showering with me!" I laughed trying to stop the large tiger from entering. She grinned but stepped inside anyway. Seravi's love for water was strong as any tiger's, and I once thought all felines disliked water!

"We bathe together." She simply answered and pulled me close under the shower water. We stood idly and soaked together for a moment. Her hands draped over my front. One hand rested over a thigh, the other over my privates. I stood in the warm waterfall and hummed for a moment enjoying the dual warmth. "I'm washing you first." She rested both hands on my thighs before crouching down.

"Ok. Ok." I turned and lifted a leg to give both of her hands proper room. It was a feline custom to have your genitals washed only by your mate, not even by yourself. I clearly remembered the first time she insisted on washing me there. I was terrified and we both yelled a lot. Eventually I did let her wash my groin, which involved her overpowering me in the shower. There was never another time in my life that I held my breath for so long! But it was a funny memory now. I patiently watched her clean me with the most delicate of touches. She lifted my pouch of skin to clean underneath with those softly padded fingertips of hers. I didn't shudder despite a claw or two liberally grazing over my skin. I rubbed her back and head, lightly scratching at the skin below. Her tail flickered appreciatively as she washed my length last. Finished, she stood up and licked my lips. I tried licking her back but only succeeded in reaching her white chin. She gave a purring laugh and handed me the small bar of soap. I knelt down before her knowing it was my turn. She held a small railing on the wall for support in the confined tub, and spread her legs giving me access to her womanhood. I parted the soaked downy fur revealing her pink slit. There wasn't much to wash other than her light skinned vulva, but I always took pleasure in touching her most intimate area. "Your flower is beautiful Seravi, and the aroma is nice." I grinned while washing her.

"Flower?" Her muzzle scrunched curiously at the word. "That's no flower." I chuckled and continued rubbing her mound. I honestly couldn't recall why tigers performed the ritual. Seravi had tried explaining it a few times, but I had a tough time wrapping my head around the whole thing. Maybe it was to help build respect towards your partner, or to build trust with your partner. Either way I didn't know. When I finished we washed the rest of ourselves sharing the entirety of the shower. Skin and fur rarely separated in the confined space, constantly brushing together before rinsing off. When I cut the shower off Seravi shook her whole body, scattering water everywhere. I couldn't help but chuckle at the feline's soggy, yet sleek appearance. Water dripped off her pink nose and whiskers in little droplets. "I'm wet." She nonchalantly replied to my laughter and started licking the back f her hand.

"Hold on. I'll get you a towel." I stepped out and retrieved a large one out for her and a smaller one for me. If it wasn't cool outside then she would've dragged me out of the house to lay in the yard and dry off together. By the time I finished drying my skin Seravi barely finished her arms.

"My fur..." She tried smoothing the damp spiky white, orange, and black stripes faster.

"I am way ahead of you." I searched through a drawer in the counter before pulling out a brush. Seravi chose to wash her own hands with a tongue while I catered to the rest of her body with the brush and towel. She gave an appreciative purr through the treat. It was humorous to see her back arch and tail flick when I combed over her back. The tiger's fur remained damp even as I finished, and most of it clung tightly to her form. It somehow added to her feline sexiness.

"Mmm. Thanks." She stepped towards me and pressed my back to her front.

"You're welcome." Her hands ran up and down my naked front. The velvety pads and silky fur rubbed heavenly against my skin. I sighed and leaned back on her. The tiger's caresses were wonderful. Her long twirling black ringed tail daintily curled around my thigh. Her hands kneaded me tenderly with intent. "Seravi-"

"Mm. Yes?" Her front pressed more firmly against my back, nudging me forward. The tiger crossed her arms over my front and guided me over to the bed. She stopped at the edge and rubbed her nose through my hair. I watched a hand trail down my mid section before brushing over my male hood.

"What about dinner and the deer you caught?" I asked. She stepped back and rested her hands on my shoulders. I could see claws in my peripherals.

"That can wait." She answered concisely. The tigress turned me around and nudged me to sit down. I obliged and looked up at the female towering over me. She purred and looked me over for a moment with that tell tale smile. The last thing I wanted to do with her when we were first made mates was to mate. Tigers believed a mated pair should mate regularly to ensure a strong intimate bond, and the "should" was very much expected. However, all those years ago the thought alone of mating with one of them could make me faint. After a week of sexual apprehension we finally mated for the first time, and I never looked back since then. Seravi sat down before me and parted my legs. The pink nose on the end of her feline muzzle inhaled noticeably. Only her sensitive nose could detect the subtle scents that rested around my groin. Her tail tip twitched excitedly from the pheromones, and her slotted eyes widened. Without warning a neck craned and her maw swiftly engulfed my limp member. My body tensed but quickly relaxed feeling a rough tongue caress my member. A hand cupped my balls and carefully began fondling them. The soft padded palm and fingertips felt divine against my skin.

"Oh gods Seravi." I moaned as my length grew to prominence in the warm confines of her mouth. The smile along her thin black lips was evident. She was proud of being able to arouse me so easily with that devilish tongue of hers. Seravi backed off slightly and nibbled at my tip playfully. Large canine teeth were visible as they touched me. The teeth grazing my skin didn't faze me in the slightest like they used to years ago. Her strong tongue would occasionally lick from different angles causing my member to bounce around. "Ah." I sighed watching her play with my tool as if it were her prey. The whole act of a powerful tigress between my legs, pleasuring me so keenly, was highly erotic.

"You like?" She murred taking me to the root.

"Y-yes!" I shuddered feeling hot air blow onto my crotch through her nose. The short fuzzy fur of her chin and whiskers brushed against my balls and thighs. Seravi grinned and started bobbing her head. The feline's rough tongue tugged incessantly on my member with every flick. "Gah! Nnghh!" I moaned holding onto her head feeling a rumbling purr vibrate through my entire crotch, overloading my senses. She didn't push me over the edge yet, and backed off leaving my drool dripping tool to throb in the cool air. I was shaking as she stood up in front of me. My member was pointing up, directly at her womanhood standing openly before me. Her labia was a warmer pink parting the damp fluffy white groin fur. She was definitely aroused. I started to stand but a single finger and claw touched my chest halting me. Seravi knew she was in charge in bed, but the gentleness that came with it never made me want to resist her advances.

"Mm. I'm next." She gave a shy grin. Her hands cupped the gentle swell of her feminine chest and gave a cautious squeeze. Her smile broadened noticing my attention shift to her chest. The tigress's breasts were small for her size, somewhere closer to a B cup than anything else, but I thought fondly of them and couldn't imagine her with larger ones. A soft pink teat atop each modest mound seemed to reach out for me with every breath she took. There were four other nipples along her front. They were smaller and didn't break through her white fur as noticeably, but they were just as sensitive as the top pair. She crouched down onto her knees for my mouth to reach the center. I leaned closer and smelled her clean washed scent.

"You smell lovely." I nuzzled her breast with my face and licked a desired nipple while my hand busily rubbed and massaged the other. She leaned her head back and sighed in a perky smile. Her tail twitched erratically when I added delicate nibbles and pinches to the mixture of fun. My other hand wandered to her thighs and combed through the white downy groin fur surrounding her womanhood. I was greeted with heated, aroused skin. She softly mewled in approval. Legs widened, opening access to her pretty pink slit. A shivering growl emerged from her lips as my fingers dipped inside. I wasn't the only one aroused! The slick heated warmth of her womanhood clenched my fingers. She huskily purred and pressed my head closer to her breast. Her hips tried rolling forward to make my fingers sink deeper. The feline writhed to my touch. I didn't cease pleasuring the three areas and the soft moans and growls above desired more. Claws flexed and kneaded my back with little pricks, but one nip or caress struck a nerve too strong. "Ouch!" I bucked to the side feeling her claws scratch me.

"Ah... Sorry." She panted. Her little white spotted ears folded back. I nuzzled her chest with my face, but I winced feeling a dull sting on my back.

"It's ok." I forgave her. Having claws led to accidents and my body was more than enough proof.

"Let me see." Seravi sounded concerned stood up.

"Are they deep?"I lied down on the bed.

"No." Four negligible cuts raked an inch or two across the middle of my back. I relaxed feeling her tongue lap over my skin. The tiny stings diminished and dissipated when she finished.

"Thank you." I sat up. The tigress brought a sympathetic hand around my waist; half of my entire waist to be precise. "Don't worry. It was an accident." I pet her head and scratched an ear. A half grin returned to Seravi's muzzle and her ears perked back up. "Do you still want to mate?" I placed my hand over hers. My member had returned to a flaccid state, but we were both pretty worked up. Her white furred petals were puffed noticeably and had a redder undertone. She nodded and rubbed her face against mine. I chuckled and veered the large feline head away. We crawled into bed together and lied down facing each other like two lovesick teenagers.

"The deer can wait." She licked her lips and hooked a furry leg over me. Our legs tangled messily below, brushing fur and skin together.

"He won't be running away from you anymore." I made her laugh heartily. Her golden eyes glowed happily back at me like mesmerizing charms.

"Your skin is soft from the water." Seravi trailed a hand down my side, entrusting me to a lovely combination of silky fur and velveteen pads.

"You're the one who is covered in fur." I poked her front. The feline's fur was still a little damp from the shower but the orange and white coat wasn't any less luxurious.

"You have some fur too." She brushed over my hair and groin.

"But mine isn't like yours." I rubbed her taut tummy, ruffling the white fur. Strong abs underneath relaxed.

"Mmm." She purred with a cheerful toothy smile. Gods that deep rumbling purr was sexy. Seravi stretched and edged closer to me, erasing the gap between us.

"Someone's enjoying a belly rub." I teased. She gave appreciative love nips on my shoulder in reply. For an adult tiger she was acting like a kitten. I gradually moved up to her chest and cupped a breast. My palm smoothly ran over the silky surface that molded to my touch. I reached over and rubbed one of her ears while lightly fondled her breast. The tigress arched her back and leaned into my touch. It only took another minute for Seravi to roll onto her back and gave me full access to her body. The dazed smile on her whiskered face contrasted with her vivacious golden eyes. The belly rub turned into a half grope and massage that we both enjoyed. I ended up between the tiger's legs, looming over the beautiful huntress when I finished treating her.

"You stopped?" Seravi archer her brow in adorable confusion.

"To start something else." I rested my hands on her hips. The tigress guided my hand back to a lower teat. I stiffened feeling an unseen hand curl around my male hood. "You caught me off guard." I watched her hand play with me.

"A hunter has to be stealthy." She grinned and rubbed her padded thumb under my length. I played with her lower teats while she softly caressed my member back to arousal. Her hand had no difficulty and I was hard again in moments. "Ah, hard." She gave my sporting erection a couple good squeezes, provoking a grunt from me. I eyed her before lining up to the feline's entrance. Her labia was glistening with feminine dew, more than ready for me. She helped guide my tip inside where I gladly took over. Her slick walls allowed me to glide into her depths.

"Ooh." I breathed out until our hips touched. Despite the tiger's size, she was tight. The demure grin on her muzzle expressed similar feelings.

"Warm?" She bit her lip in a grin.

"Yes. And tight." Her ears flickered back as if to blush at my remark.

"Good." Seravi patted her front for me to join her. I laid down propped up on my elbows. Her nipples teasingly grazed against my skin. She rested a hand on my rear. Claws carefully pricked my skin to hurry and start. I gave a short thrust from the tiger's claws but slowed down to a more comfortable speed. "Ahhh." She sighed rolling her hips to meet my own. Her powerful legs crossed behind my back, encircling me with sexy stripes. Our hips created a steady rhythm aided with the help of her legs. The slick sounds filling the room, accompanied by quiet moans of approval, were lovemaking music to our ears. We exchanged kisses and licks occasionally while our hips were busy below. Her legs squeezed me tighter as her groans turned more erratic and passionate. The feline's insides clenched anxiously at a fast arriving orgasm, and I wasn't too far behind. I pounded at her entrance faster but the tigress reached the point of no return. "Ah! Grrrrah!" She snarled sexily and held my body tightly against her own.

"Sh. Sh." I grunted feeling her walls begin to contract and tighten. Her claws gripped my back painfully, more than enough to stop me from reaching a climax. Roars and hisses escaped the tiger's throat as she tightly held me through the wave of euphoria. Her vagina felt like it was suckling me with weakening strength until it stopped altogether. Seravi relaxed only when the orgasm fully subsided, but her ears remained pinned in pleasure. Slowly she started unraveling me from her tight grip of warm fur. A low purr reverberated, the feline version of humming. I tensed feeling my groin tingle from the subtle vibrations. Through it all I was still hard inside her.

"You're seed... wasn't spilt." She complained wearing a harmonious smile across her parted lips. I smiled warmly twirling my fingers through her gorgeous fur coat. I had spilt enough seed within her womb to sow an entire field.

"It will. Relax." I wanted her to enjoy the afterglow first before worrying about me. A gleam in her eye told me not to relax just yet. I saw her right leg shift up before tensing. "Wait Seravi-!" The tiger swiftly rolled me onto my back and straddled me without letting my member slip out. She loomed over me with a predatory look and planted both of her hands beside my shoulders. I stared up at the panting tigress who was wearing a wide toothy smile. My body couldn't free itself from her weight alone and my little struggle quickly stopped. She craned her neck down and licked my forehead.

"Fill me with your seed." She cooed and started grinding her hips. I obliged without complaint and allowed my mate to ride me. The gorgeous tigress bounced wildly on top of me, almost allowing my length to slip out entirely before repeatedly impaling herself down to the root. I groped her breasts as they jiggled above me like ripe peaches from a benevolent tree. She did not mind but when I reached down to her clit I received a sour response. Her face scrunched tightly. "Nnn! Sensitive!" She stopped abruptly and knocked my hand away.

"Sorry." I apologized, but a swift lick over my forehead told me not to worry about it. I relaxed and lied back down but her hands held my arms for extra measures to keep me still.

I gently squirmed beneath her, but it was obvious that I wasn't going anywhere. Her loving, smiling face was mere inches above my own.

"Fill my womb." Her lust enhanced voice breathed over my face like a perfume. The tigress knew I wasn't going to last much longer and promptly resumed riding me. Her walls coaxed another moan past my lips

"Oh... Seravi!" I writhed feeling everything reach a tipping point. The tigress held me still and rode me to a powerful climax. I bucked, burying my member deep inside her and erupted. She slowed feeling me ejaculate, but she expertly coaxed every drop out until I was a panting mess under her. "Goodness..." I leaned my head back and closed my eyes feeling colorful spots fill my vision. A tongue quickly pried both open with gentle licks.

"Don't fall asleep." She teased. With grace and power that only she possessed, Seravi lifted me and rolled to switch positions. The tigress lied down and I rested atop her sleek body. She was already breathing deeply, but the added weight didn't seem to bother her.

"That was wonderful Seravi." I nuzzled my cheek and nose into her soft white furred bosom. The spicy, loving, and subtly warm scent filled my senses completely.

"Mhm." Her hands joined mine and our fingers intertwined. Two bulky thumbs traced over the backs of my hands. She could easily take down prey her size with her hands alone, but they were gentlest hands that I have ever held. A deep rumbling purr emerged from her throat that could be felt across her body as easily as it was heard. Half lidded golden feline eyes shone back lovingly at me. If it wasn't for those stunning eyes, my gaze would be lost in a maze of black stripes marking her forehead and cheeks We contently listened to each other's breathing. Our ears could hear nothing else in the serene moment. "I love you." Her deep feminine voice quietly broke the silence. No other sentence could be clearer across languages. Even though the marriage was forced I had come to love the tigress despite the circumstances and every difference we had.

"I love you too." I softly replied. Being with Seravi like this was the best feeling I could ever have. According to her I was a bad hunter, but a great lover... and I wouldn't have it any other way.