Waiting for the Right Moment
He had always watched out for her, even when she didn't know it. Ever since that day when she stood up and accepted him when no one else could. For that alone, she was perfect for him. Exile was hard enough, but the way the humans bothered him... He was an outcast here. He didn't care to be accepted, but he didn't want to live in humiliation for being different, either. But she would talk with him, despite everything. It was strange... She didn't have anyone either. But she said she was happy that way. Unfortunately, she didn't smell happy when she said that.
But as he watched from his apartment window, he saw a scene pan out that made his blood run cold. She was walking down the street, oblivious to the bad intentions surrounding her. As her watcher her get pushed up against the wall, he found himself running down the stairs at full speed, knocking over his landlord on the way down. As he burst through the front door, he heard her scream, and that was enough reason for him to lose all rationality. He grabbed the thugs one at a time, and threw them into the wall, knocking two of the group unconscious almost immediately. The rest, ran away, clearly seeing the alternative was a bad idea. He looked around, content with his work, but as he turned to look at her, she looked at him with absolute shock. He reached out to help her up, but she ran away from him, the scent of fear all around her. He called after her, but as his human ran away, the tiger stayed, the police showing up just in time to be a problem. But if there was anything a hunter knows, it is patience.
He saw her a few times after that, but she clearly wanted to avoid him. He was confused, but there was very little that he could do, so in one last attempt, he offered her the key to his apartment, with the promise of being there if she ever wanted to see him again. Then, he left, and waited. After all, a hunter is patient.
She opened the door cautiously. Every noise the door made scared her more and more. All she knew was that she had to see him again. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light from the reading lamp. The room was surprisingly immaculate. She would have never predicted him to be so clean. Everything was spotless, save the few notebooks that littered the desk. She saw him asleep on the bed. It was then that she began to wonder why she came. They were even different species... There could never be anything between them. She stared at the bipedal tiger. He slept on top of the blankets, still dressed in his work clothes. For some reason, the garb of the businessman didn't seem to suit him. Even as he lay now, the way his muscled forearms seemed to be too big for the sleeves produced an almost comical effect. No! What was she doing? It doesn't matter what he had said. There would be no way for them to be together. So she turned to leave. She had only touched the doorknob when she heard movement behind her. She swung around in fear of being caught., but he had only shifted his position. She waited a moment, then began to breathe again. She began to turn the door handle.
-Leaving so soon? You just got here...- The tiger announced teasingly. His voice was still gruff, the bass of his voice rumbling off of his vocal cords.
-How long have you been awake?- She interrogated.
-Ever since you turned the key to my apartment door.-
-If you heard me come in, why did you just let me sit out there for an hour? What if it was a burglar or something?- She turned around to see him sitting up in his bed. He stretched and yawned, flaying the claws in his feet. The yawn ended in a note very similar to a growl. His face was hard to read, but his blue eyes showed amusement and curiosity, like he wasn't quite sure what to do with this type of prey.
-A burglar wouldn't have the key to my apartment. And even if he did, he wouldn't have had your scent as well. So it was clearly you. But it seems as if the criminal is questioning the judge. You came here for a reason. Why were you going to leave?- His voice, still gruff, held a kindness to it.
-I think I've fallen in love with you.- She said, her voice wavering.
-That explains why you came in, not why you were leaving,- he responded coolly.
-I... Was afraid, I suppose.-
-Of what?-
-I don't know!- She was getting flustered by the tiger's barrage, but he kept pressing on.
-Is it because you weren't sure if I still loved you? I never took back the key, so I was only waiting for you to return the words.- She shook her head no.
-Then, is it because you found someone else?- Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held quiet.
-So it must be that...-
-Stop! We are two different species! Don't pretend that you don't know this.- She began to cry. His eyes softened. She had said what he had been waiting to hear. He motioned for her to sit on the bed, and she did. He put his arms around her, and he held her until the sobs subsided.
-We may be two species, but we are two creatures in love. We will overcome any obstacle.-
-But what if someone finds out?-
-Let them. If it bothers them, they are just jealous of what we will have. Now stop worrying, and let me take care of some of that burden. Now... It is late, and I will not have you walking a city at night. So you can stay the night here. Do you want anything to drink?-
-I don't want anything.-
-Then let's get some sleep.-
He pulled her back with him, and they lay together, his arms around her. At first, she felt odd about it, but everything was so... right. She pulled close to him, putting her head on his chest. She could feel his fur through his shirt, and she tried to imagine what he looked like without his shirt. She looked back at him, and noticed that he had one eye on her. She felt her face go flush, rather embarrassed about her last few thoughts.
-Is something wrong?- He asked, genuinely concerned.
-No!-
-Oh. I just thought that, with the way you touched the button on my shirt and seemed really nervous when you realized I was awake, you were trying to picture me without my shirt on. And by the look on your face, I'd say I was right. If you want to, you could find out for yourself.- He said teasingly.
She was upset that he had seen right though her, but her curiosity was still strong. She undid each button tentatively, slowly pulling back the shirt when she was done. The black markings from his face covered his sides and chest. But what really surprised her was his muscular frame. Although the shirt couldn't hide his arms, it did hide his toned abdomen and pectorals. She ran her hands over his body, exploring the feelings. She felt his muscles underneath the fur, caressing his body until she reached his slacks. She looked at him questioningly, and he nodded, so she began to take off his belt and slacks, and pulled off everything. As she pulled the slacks down, she noticed a pink tip pushing out from his sheath. She rubbed the legs nearby, causing it to come out even more. Overtaken by the moment, she grabbed his member, and started massaging it. He moaned a little, the tip giving way to something even more impressive. She grabbed onto it, causing it to flair at the tip. He was nearly seven inches then. She slowly played with him until it began to drops of cum. She pulled away, watching his throbbing muscle arch proudly in the air, some of the pre dripping onto his fur. She tasted some of it, finding it a little slaty, but she found herself wanting more. She grabbed his glans, and rubbed them while she began to suck him. She could barely take his full length, but the whole process forced him to start moaning. She moved faster as his groans got louder. After one groan, he grabbed what was left of his shaft, and began to cum. She wasn't ready for the amount of seed he shot, so some of it rolled down his cock and onto his paw. He pushed her over on her back, still panting. With one claw, he tore off her clothes. It was only moments before she was as clothed as he was. He traced his claw along her side, and licked her neck. He pulled back from he, still pinning her against the bed. She was taken in by the scent of his musk, and the feel of his strength. She looked into his blue eyes, the deep contrast between the white fur making them seem so much brighter. She thought back to the days when those eyes seemed so cold and scary. Now, looking into them, she thought about how silly it had seemed. He had begun to put himself inside of her, slowly. She gasped, and he stopped. But she pushed him down into her, and kept going until he was hilted inside of her. He was so thick that it hurt at first, but since he moved slow, she had time to adjust. She felt him move in and out, with a pace that felt maddeningly slow. And yet, it still felt so good. She gasped from the pleasure, and he stopped immediately, worried that he had hurt her. She simply responded by, once again, pulling him back into her. Her lust only served to fuel his desires, and he began to thrust himself in even faster. His breathing was heavy, and she was practically panting, while clutching onto the comforter. He closed his eyes, his need to finish driving him towards insanity.
-Don't stop until every last ounce is inside of me,- she gasped from behind clenched teeth. She was coming closer to climax as his pace sped up with renewed vigor. As she began to orgasm, she was only subconsciously aware that his rhythm had broke, that he had shoved his entire length into her, that he was biting down into her shoulder. He would grunt with each thrust into her afterward, his cum filling her up. As her orgasm subsided, his continued strong, spurt after spurt shooting into her. It was a while more before the grip on her shoulder loosened, as the last of his seed was loosed into her. He opened his eyes, which feel upon the specks of blood that he had caused. He licked the blood off, all the while keeping himself inside of her. It was only as they embraced one more time that he pulled out as the embrace ended, trails of cum getting on her and matting down his fur. He collapsed next to her, the ordeal zapping most of his energy. She pulled herself close to him, feeling his warm body against hers. She knew now that she would want to be with him, and only focused on those pleasant thoughts as she drifted off into a much welcomed slumber. He watched her through one eye, thinking of his life before now. He had been a warrior most of his life. Deep down, even though he had been forced out, he could not let that part go. But now, his menial life seemed like so much more. Once again, he had something to live for. He pulled his other arm around her and closed his eye, reveling in the feel of another.
No matter what, I will always protect her. This is my duty. That was all he thought as sleep took over his mind as well.