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A DANGEROUS ATTRACTION – PART I

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A pleasurable two-part piece for :icon1mastermind: playing around with some rather fantasy-like ideas executed within this tale...and those are what people like, I suspect, hence I present to you the first part of this story, and I certainly hope you will enjoy!

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Oliver sipped on his beer quietly in an appropriately quiet corner of the bar. The slightly secluded location on the back suited him well. He could sit in peace yet he got a good view of everything that happened around him. It fitted him and his comforts. He was of good stature and some build, yet rather calm in his manner and appeared to prefer observation to more direct action as of now.

It could've been intimidation, as well. The club was well-populated by many impressive specimen of males that could have put a shade of rouge to the face of even the hardiest of men. There was a dance floor on the other end of the L-shaped building, but Oliver stuck to the bar area. It was a rather casual affair, with booths and tables waited on by cheeky servers wearing snug black pants and sleeveless vests that showed toned arms, much to the delight of the onlookers. Oliver himself had nearly blushed when his latest beer had been delivered by one of the anthro waiters in the bar, a lion whose pants looked so tight they might rip if he decided to bend over. He'd found himself watching the feline's tail swing while he walked back to the service area, leaving the man to contemplate the sight in not so secret pleasure.

Yes...Oliver knew why men liked coming into the club. Tail-chasing as it was called was sometimes frowned upon, even if no legal or true moral objection existed. Yet such interracial attraction held a bit of an extra glamorous hint of vice to it that made some people feel it to be beyond unusual, and pass into the realm of...kinky.

Oliver contemplated his beer and the pair of foxes chitter-chattering in a table nearby. The vulpines had lush fur and bushy tails that wagged frequently while the pair exchanged giggles and smiles. They appeared to be in a cheeky mood that night. Oliver smiled a little. The bespectacled man liked feeling happy. The foxes were certainly happy, and seeing them in such a good mood made him feel better as well. Things had been stressful at work as of late, and the bar offered many a welcome distraction from the so-called real life. It was positively difficult to think of work issues while watching someone have such a good time.

Of course his bar experience could have been even more amusing. Oliver quietly cursed his own shyness in approaching the men whom mingled around him on a constant stream of amusing sensual and sensuous stimulation. He found himself too easily tongue-tied when face to face with these men. He'd fluster and fumble at his words when someone offered to buy him a drink or asked if he wanted to chat, and often he felt that such encounters ended up being very awkward for both parties involved. He didn't feel too good about his repeated failures at socialization.

The fact that he felt somewhat intimidated by many of the anthro men didn't help. Their gorgeous bodies, thick fur in many patterns, muscles, tails, their voices and their many rather animalistic habits excited him on many levels, but that tingling feeling certainly didn't make it easier to talk to them...or the very true fact that his more private thoughts involved much more than a chat.

Of course he had to admit to himself that the men loitering about the bar were exactly the stuff his fantasies were made of. Getting to watch all the anthros in the flesh – and fur – was so much better than just ogling at them on his computer screen. If only gathering the guts to talk to them would be as easy to browsing for their nude pictures online.

Oliver let the bubbling beer soothe the blushing sensation from his cheeks. His bespectacled gaze had the tendency to linger in the bodies of the furs whom sauntered around the room, surrounded by their human admirers. The engineer wondered how much the feeling was mutual, but judging by the many raunchy videos and pictures online, many of the anthros liked the feel and shape of bare, pink flesh as well.

He tried to shake the thoughts away. The internet was full of wild rumors about how the anthros, with their impeccable sense of smell, could pick up the smell of sexual arousal in each other and humans as well. He'd received suspicious gazes sometimes, and had always ended up feeling very embarrassed about being caught in the act.

If only.

Many of the males mulling about were very much attractive to him. The bear drinking a beer of his own, with such a handsome muzzle to him, or the lion waiter from before, even the foxes with their slimmer bodies held their own special kind of beauty and want for the human feeling like a peeping tom over his swooning at the anthros. Oliver knew he was hardly the only one there to do that. The people in that club came there for reasons and if the gorgeous, handsome males parading themselves around wasn't good enough a reason, he didn't know what could count as one.

"Want something else, handsome?"

Oliver grew flustered at a record time when he realized the speaker – the lion waiter – had surely seen him jump when he spoke to the human in his friendly, rumbling voice. The smiling cat looked at the seated man curiously, with a tray in his paws. Oliver glanced at his glass and realized that he had finished his beer while he contemplated asses – assessed the crowd, he reminded himself, and hoped that he wasn't too obvious for the lion, while he suspected that even the foxes in the nearby table could probably smell what was going on in his pants.

"Ah..." he hated feeling tongue-tied while the obviously busy lion only had eyes for him in his predicament.

"Maybe a glass of the house wine or a Twinky Tail Twister with extra fruit!" the lion grinned. His tone was lascivious and the sway of his tail was a definite distraction for the man.

"Uh..."

"Whatever he's having, I'm buying."

The hair on the back of Oliver's neck prickled from the low timbre of the voice. He turned to look at whom was talking, somewhere behind him, and found himself looking at someone very tall, very striped, and very...impressive, when looked upon from Oliver's low vantage point.

Good God! - went his mind.

The anthro, whom was a tiger striped in black and almost pure white, saw him looking. His gaze was dark and deep, and quite mesmerizing, even in the brief time their eyes met.

A smirk spread onto the feline's muzzle.

"Anything he wants," he waved a paw, both at Oliver and the lion waiter, "I'll have my usual whiskey delivered to this table here."

He slipped onto Oliver's booth with remarkable grace despite his size. Oliver could see that he was almost larger than he had thought, even when seated down. He was extremely well dressed, although not flashy or fancy enough to stand out of place in the rather casual club. Oliver simply got the impression that what the tiger wore suited him well. The fit was impressive, with not a single inch to spare while the cloth hugged to what was obviously a good-shaped, toned body of the most exotic kind of a male Oliver could imagine.

Oliver swallowed. The tiger's dark eyes remained on him, although Oliver concentrated on the lion whom still appeared expectant.

"Just another beer, uh, please," he almost stammered. If the tiger truly wanted to buy him a drink, he wasn't about to order the most expensive thing available.

"Coming right up, handsome!" the lion purred. "And just a moment, sir..."

The tiger tilted his head incrementally at the direction of the golden-furred fellow feline whom bustled away towards the bar. After that he looked at Oliver and nowhere else, across the corner of the table between them.

"Hello," the tiger rumbled.

"Good evening," Oliver uttered.

The tiger's whiskers moved incrementally, as if he had drawn a particularly deep breath upon hearing Oliver speak. He wondered if the white tiger had actually smelled him, to measure him up in whatever feline way he might have for doing so.

The sheer idea made him want to blush anew.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" the cat rumbled.

Oliver felt off-set by the unexpected question. He was still reeling over the cat's sudden appearance, and could still barely register the fact that the tiger was sitting there and apparently eager to talk to him. He couldn't really imagine why. He'd just been minding his own business, and not actively seeking contact.

"Beer..."

The tiger had spoken again. Before Oliver had the chance to answer, he'd already picked the empty glass from the table and brought it over to his own muzzle. Oliver stared at this, surprised, when the tiger sniffed at the glass that still retained some foam upon its edge. Now he could hear the sound of air flowing inside that curious muzzle. The glass fogged up during the exhale.

Oliver held his own breath while he watched this. The tiger put the glass down to the lacquered surface of the table between them.

"Fine beer," he said. "You could have chosen a much worse thing to drink."

Oliver wasn't sure whether that was a compliment or a critique of his tastes in alcoholic beverages. The tiger simply flicked a casual ear.

"I have seen you here before," the tiger continued.

"Really?" Oliver blurted out.

The tiger smiled. Oliver could see white teeth between the black lips.

"I have," the white tiger nodded.

Oliver felt even his very ears burn.

"I...I don't think I've met you before," he said.

"I am easy to miss," the tiger said.

Now Oliver was sure that the feline had to be joking. He thought it would be positively impossible to not to take notice of someone of such size, stature and presence. The tiger oozed easy confidence that Oliver was envious of. He couldn't imagine that anything could shake up the tiger's sensibilities.

The cat let out a pleasurable-sounding chuff. He appeared amused by the man's apparent confusion at his remark.

"Maybe you didn't look hard enough," he said.

Oliver adjusted his glasses, as if that was going to do the trick. The tiger's rumblings intensified.

"It is a busy place," the feline mused. "Many...distractions..."

He let his eyes linger on a passing twinky redhead boy before he looked at Oliver again and smiled.

"It is no wonder," he said.

Oliver cleared his throat.

"What isn't, ah...?" he said questioningly.

The tiger smirked.

"My name is Poe," the feline said. "I didn't catch your name yet."

I didn't even tell it yet! - thought Oliver, whom felt even more puzzled by the cat's manner of speaking.

"I'm Oliver," he said.

The tiger's apparently huge paw landed onto the table, palm up.

"Splendid," the cat noted.

The paw looked intimidating, but Oliver steeled himself and pressed his hand onto the offered appendage. It felt remarkably smooth and warm, even through the relatively brief contact that ensued, fingers curling to one another briefly. Oliver felt even more flustered than before, with his heart apparently deciding to race up from even such a casual kind of a touch from this strange male.

"T-thank you," Oliver said.

The cat smiled.

"My pleasure," the tiger said.

Oliver was glad for the return of the attractive lion, whom brought their drinks spiced with smiles and purrs of his own.

"Enjoy, sir, mister," he greeted them each in turn while placing their glasses in front of them before sashaying away into the mingling crowd.

The tiger called Poe lifted his glass.

"A toast for a pleasant evening," the white striped male declared.

Oliver clasped his beer and raised it briefly.

"For that," he said.

The tiger sipped almost daintily. Oliver could see his surprisingly pink tongue touch the glass while he took his drink. It made the human wonder if sometimes the felines preferred to drink via lapping the liquid up, rather than drinking it via a proper gulp. He found the sight fascinating, in its own alien way. Everything the anthros did appeared strange to him, yet attractive. The tiger was definitely in the latter category. Furred or not, he would have certainly been one to catch many eyes. His sheer physical size was something to behold, and the way he carried himself, the confidence...

Oliver decided that he should keep his eyes pointed at his drink instead of the tiger. Looking at him was making his thoughts spin around an ever decreasing circle of ideas and topics that were bound to make him flustered in his presence.

"You come here almost every weekend, don't you?"

Oliver looked at the tiger quizzically after he had spoken.

"Ah?" he questioned.

The tiger nodded towards him.

"You are often found sitting here," the white tiger rapped his knuckles against the surface of the table between them, "I told you, I have seen you."

Oliver gave him a shy smile.

"It's strange to hear you say it, since I can't say I have seen you," he replied.

The tiger took another sip from his drink.

"I am sure many others who come here are much more impressive than myself," the cat said.

Oliver wondered if the tiger was baiting him for a compliment. He was sure that someone like this Poe fellow didn't need compliments to feel good about himself. Why would he? He was practically shining under the multi-colored lights in the ceiling of the bar. It made Oliver feel small and insignificant in comparison, though he tried not to dwell on such things. Yet the tiger appeared to be very attentive to him, watching him keenly.

"Not many," Oliver dared to say, eventually.

The tiger's eyes appeared to flash upon hearing this. His ears became more acutely angled upon him.

"You do not speak much but your words flatter me," Poe said.

Oliver's tummy tingled.

"You are very kind," he said.

The tiger's whiskers shook with the rumbling breath he took, showing what Oliver took for approval.

"Your eyes are kinder," Poe replied, "they look with hunger, yet with respect, unlike many others I have known..."

If Oliver had thought he couldn't feel more flustered by the tiger's presence, he found that he had been wrong. His palms against his beer began to feel clammy, and it wasn't because of the cold drink. The tiger's eyes on him made him feel hot under the collar. The cat's eyes saw everything he felt, and thought...and part of what he didn't even dare to think.

"What do you mean?" he managed to ask.

The tiger took a leisurely sip of his drink before he decided on an answer.

"Lust comes in many forms and guises, "he stated, "bold, rude, tentative...passionate...you are not rude."

Oliver was practically squirming on his leather seat.

"Good...I guess."

The tiger chuffed.

"Of course it is a good thing!" the white and black striped cat opined. "I rarely meet someone as interesting as you, even on a place like this."

"Eh..." Oliver stared at his drink instead of looking the tiger in the eye, "I wouldn't think of myself as being very interesting."

The big tiger pursed his lips.

"You underestimate yourself, I suspect," said Poe.

Oliver found this to be a curious statement.

"You don't really know me, I think," he said.

The tiger only smiled.

"But I know what you want," he rumbled sensually.

Oliver felt a stab of nervous excitement in his belly. The familiar jolt mellowed on its way up and down his spine. He could have gasped under different circumstances, but managed to bite it back.

"You do?"

Poe luxuriated with his drink before he offered an answer for his curious companion.

"How could I not?" he spoke. "Your body is hardly silent about it."

Oliver felt a twinge of guilt. The tiger spoke of it so matter-of-fact that he wasn't sure whether the feline found it to be unpleasant, or something he agreed with. His apparently friendliness could've simply been hiding some sort of resentment that he had once again become the target of lust for a human being ogling him in a gay bar.

"Ah..." he gasped. Even his lips began to feel dry.

Just as he thought about his lips, the tiger used the very tip of his large tongue to wet his own thinner ones. Oliver could swear that they shone even in the low level light in this corner of the club. His cock would've surely grown hard if it hadn't already been at full mast by then, energized by the general ambiance of the anthro bar and the white tiger's teasing manner.

Perhaps Poe really smelled his arousal, and teased him accordingly. He was nothing but polite, but also what Oliver could call mischievous.

Or maybe he just knew his effect on humans in general, and played it safe, assuming that this quiet man too held some ideas about him.

"Do not be mistaken that I would be...displeased..." Poe said. "On the contrary. I do have my own reasons for coming here, just like everyone does. Just like you, Oliver."

The man gave the tiger a shy nod, after a beat.

"Heh," the white tiger let out a chuff.

"I don't know why you...think I'm that special, " Oliver said.

The tiger laughed again.

"Perhaps I don't like it when they try too much," Poe said.

His human companion remained quiet.

"Let me buy you another drink once you are done with that," the tiger stated. "I could certainly use one more."

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Oliver blamed his moderate intoxication as much as the tiger's seductive ways, but sometime after midnight he found himself from a very large, rich leather couch in a fashionably sparse living room, and with an expansive white tiger's paw on his hip.

"I do not claim to be a dainty person when approaching these things," Poe remarked, feeling the warm man almost tremble under his touch, his huge paw practically clasping one entire butt cheek into his grasp, "but I think you know that, don't you?"

Oliver swallowed.

"You take what you want," he suggested in a quiet voice.

The white tiger rumbled. Poe's paw tightened possessively on the man's enclosed hip. He could feel the whole muscle contract under the touch that had slowly become a grip while they sat on the couch and talked a little. Now his intentions seemed to go much beyond a simple nice chat, and they both knew that.

"I intend to," the white tiger husked.

He leaned very close to his guest, eyes firm on the man he was effectively pinning onto his couch. The eyes appeared so dark for Oliver that the man thought he could practically see his own reflection glimmering upon them. His breath was hot and smelled of expensive alcohol and was as effective in alluring the man as the tiger's presence. A brief thought passed through his mind, speculating on how many men like him the tiger had lured into his apartment and then pushed to the fragrant leather of the sofa that now served as their bedding.

Oliver expected a kiss, but he blamed that on his human notions of sex and romance. Poe landed on the crook of his neck instead, nuzzling and sniffing in a beastly but arousing show of sensuality. The contact was brief, yet made the large man gasp. He'd never been touched like that, and the unexpected nature of it only made it feel better.

At the same time, the tiger pressed further down on him, making sure that his presence came well known for the man beneath him. His head tilted and his chin brushed against Oliver's chest, reminding him just who he was dealing with. The paw not occupied with his rear slid down his side and sent more sensual fires into the man's body.

While the nuzzle continued, Oliver dared to touch his tiger companion as well. His hands found the sides, so thick with fur and muscle that the warm, fuzzy covering only barely hid. The man was in even greater shape than he had imagine. The strength under these stripes aroused him as much as the sheer exotic nature of the male on top of him.

"Hmmmrrr..." the cat purred, "you smell lovely..."

His tongue lapped on the man's skin. The saliva from the broad tongue wet Oliver's shirt collar and caused it to stick onto his neck. The bold tongue slipped under the fabric and even further into his skin while the fuzzy muzzle and whiskers tickled on his chin.

He moaned.

In other circumstances Oliver might have thought it to be an unmanly sound to make, but right now he didn't care. He was too immersed in the pleasure of being made love to by a tiger who clearly knew what he wanted. Right now his intentions were directed solely on Oliver, his catch for the night.

Oliver was gladly caught. He held no misconceptions about what the tiger wished for. He was a sexual switch, enjoying both sides of the erotic equation, and he could make no mistake on the tiger's preference when it came to the art of the sex between men. Oliver didn't think of himself as being particularly submissive, but being subjected to all this...he knew that he would be swayed.

"Ah..." he gasped.

The tiger's purring only increased. His large, surprisingly agile paws explored the man's body, stroking along the furless skin and muscle he found. Oliver was relatively built and was not a stick figure compared to the tiger whose thick fur made him appear even larger than he was. He wasn't all puffed furs, however, the weight of the male on top of the human proved it otherwise. All that muscle mass and strength was kept in careful control by the man whose maw, that dangerous instrument, now toyed with the delicate skin of Oliver's neck. He was noisy, constantly rumbling and purring while he lavished the man with his lips and tongue.

They moved, quite suddenly. The tiger's paws shifted Oliver so that he laid on his back on the couch, with his host crouched over him. He'd lifted his head up and gazed down to him now, paws on either side of Oliver's head to support his weight. He was breathing fast.

"Do you want me..." the tiger slurred.

As if he needed any further confirmation, Oliver thought, but he husked a "yes..." that the tiger heard with a vicious grin over his lips.

The tiger came in for another attack. This time he found Oliver's lips, but not in a kiss, but a lick. He swiped that large tongue across them and left him moaning out once more, although soon the tiger's touches returned towards his neck. He had moved very fluidly and straddled his guest, knees on either side, so that he could press his body onto him properly. The posture meant that his groin fell over Oliver's belly and what felt like a huge erection landed on his abs. Poe's pants did nothing to dull this sensation, and it made Oliver feel even more lust for the tiger.

His strength was as arousing as the sexual energy his body emanated. When Oliver dared to touch him, he felt flexing muscles and fur that made him even more vibrant. He longed to touch the bare fur, to get rid of these clothes, to be fully in the presence of this wonderful male.

Almost covertly, the large paws worked on his buttons and his belt, even though their clinch. His shirts was pulled open and Poe's muzzle went down, his lips kissing the man's breastbone, in the crevice of his pectorals.

"Ouhhhhh..."

Huge paws clasped on his pecs. Thumbs toyed with his nipples, and the surprisingly soft pads on them were an unexpected extra stimulation. Oliver began to throb and leak almost desperately into his underwear while the tiger played with him.

"Ahhh...yes..."

Poe stroked his fuzzy chin across Oliver's chest and landed close so that they were almost nose to nose, one pink and flushed, the other black and adorned with whiskers.

"I will take you..." Poe's voice was almost as low and gravely as a growl, "and I will ask only once, not again...do you want me to?"

Oliver knew he had only one possible answer.

"Please!" he almost yelped.

Poe licked his lips. A few drops of saliva fell down onto Oliver's face from his overtly wet tongue. His cock reminded Oliver of its presence with its insistent, weighty throb. He was almost afraid to see it...but he wanted to, and as soon as possible.

"Then you shall be mine," Poe said.

He let out a deep, immensely erotic growl before moving away and then dropping to the floor. Oliver spied the broad shoulders and the swing of the striped tail before the now somewhat rumpled-looking cat turned about again. The bulge on the front of his pants was well obvious for Oliver's hungry gaze. It looked even more impressive than it had felt, rubbing upon his own fired up body.

He was horny.

"Come," the tiger noted, almost casually.

He walked slowly, gracefully, towards a door. Oliver followed the playful swing as if it was a semaphore directing the way for him into pleasures unknown. Every step caused his dick to rub almost painfully onto his underwear and made him even more aroused.

It was indeed a bedroom he had been led into, as impeccable as the rest of the tiger's apartment he had seen so far. The bed took up a large part of the available floor space and was decked out with shockingly black sheets of some shiny fabric, possibly silk. There were no clothes lying around, no personal effects besides a book sitting on the nightstand. Oliver did not really have much time for doing such spying – the room was quite dark, too.

The tiger's eyes probably didn't need much more than the gentle glow from a few little leds that gave the room its ambiance. The white of the tiger's fur stood out even for Oliver's own feeble night vision, a shiny motion in the fluctuating darkness. He tried following the cat's every movement, but he was flightly and was suddenly behind him. Oliver's skin prickled when paws landed on his hips and a muzzle closed in on his burning ear.

"Hmmmrrr..."

The tiger purred...and then quite obviously sniffed at him again, sampling his hair, his skin, his sweat, every sensual, personal scent that the human might carry upon him. The noise was surprisingly erotic for Oliver, who was not used to such gestures. It was not something human lovers had done in the past.

The male behind him was obviously not human. The thrill was deep, and dangerous.

"Get these pants off," Poe rumbled. "They're on the way."

The paws caressed his hips roughly. Sometimes Oliver felt self-conscious about that part of his body. He wasn't entirely happy about the muscle definition he got there. Right now he couldn't be more pleased, considering how the tiger's fingers dug onto his supple flesh possessively.

"Yes..." he promised.

The tiger's tongue slithered against his temple. Being mouthed on was certainly new for Oliver. He knew that he was being marked practically by every touch by the feline, making him the tiger's sexual property.

"Hhmmmrr...I'll play with you more later..." Poe murmured, "right now I must fuck you..."

Oliver was surprised by the suddenly profane statement from the tiger. He had conducted himself with tact and in very polite language before this moment, which made his sudden lapse even more erotic.

"Yes..." Oliver whispered, "please..."

The tiger's paws helped him undress, pulling off his shirt, tugging on his waist. Poe spared a few moments to run his fingers over the curves of Oliver's rear and feel up the muscles through the fabric that hugged onto his ass. It made Oliver want to simply bend over and take it.

Perhaps the tiger read his mind, for he found himself pushed to the bed, where he landed on his belly. The huge paws did a number of his underwear and he was quite sure the boxer briefs were not surviving entirely intact through the process.

"Uhh..." he panted in the bed that smelled of the tiger, even to his own nose that was surely a feeble instrument compared to the cat's. He could hear the noise of clothes being removed.

Oliver looked. The tiger was now shirtless, and cut a very full silhouette. His paws were busy with his belt.

He thought the tiger was smiling, perhaps at the sight of the naked man, or possibly simply at the prospect of bedding him. Oliver couldn't decide. He just liked the fact that out of everyone in the bar, the tiger had chosen him for this. He felt privileged.

His anxious wait did not last for long. It was only moments later when the tiger, apparently done with his clothing, moved to the bed where his swooning partner awaited. The bed creaked under his weight, and the mattress springs shifted. Poe's huge paws landed on Oliver's back and caressed over the muscles, thumbs running along the pearl trail of his spine.

"Ooohhh..."

The tiger rumbled, feeling how the muscles continued to flex when Oliver pushed his back towards the tiger's pleasurable touch.

"Oh...ah..."

The tiger's chin stroked his back as much as his breath did, washing over the man in remarkable heat. Soon his tongue was there instead, tracing the shape of Oliver's shoulder blade. It should have been strange to him, but it felt fantastic. The tiger's paws drew over his sides, a study in contrast of fur, the pads, the grip that moved and felt like it was all over at once. Poe was noisy, and wet, his tongue covered in an apparently endless supply of saliva.

The direction of both his paws and his maw was evident. He paid special attention to the small of Oliver's back. His tongue swirled and Oliver was sure that trails of saliva were already running along his hips. It was hard to tell. The paws rubbing him there were too much of a distraction so that he could tell every single touch from apart.

"Hhmmmrr..." Poe sounded appreciative once more.

The tiger's paws felt immensely strong when they landed on Oliver's rear. He felt his hips rise, almost by instinct, to make the contact more intent.

"Oh..."

The huge paws pushed his ass cheeks together and then pried them apart, before repeating the pattern again. Even this indirect stimulation made his asshole clench and send pleasurable itching through his insides. He felt slightly self conscious again, knowing the tiger could see to the very core of his being and beyond.

He must've been enjoying his eyeful. His muzzle was quick to drop and to begin to worship on the rear that his paws splayed open to form his feast.

"Ohhh...fuck..." Oliver hissed at the feel of that mischievous tongue running over his snug balls.

The tiger snorted and continued to lap on his nuts. They jingled back and forth despite being drawn close to his body from sheer arousal. The breath flowing from his muzzle felt both hot and cold in turn, and that chin rubbed along everything he had previously licked on, to add to the feelings. Oliver pressed his face to the bedsheets, not minding that his glasses became skewed in the process. He spared a hand to quickly remove them and they fell somewhere to the bed. He put his hand to the bed and gripped at the sheets when Poe's tongue rolled back and forth over the inner walls of his crack.

"Hhhh..." he made the sheets damp with his panted moans of pleasure that ensued from the rough, bestial licking.

Poe's tongue was incredible. It was large, wet, and wonderfully strong. It felt like he could pry his ass cheeks open with his tongue alone, without the help of the paws that strongly dug into the man's rump. Even though his cock was incredibly hard and throbbed between his belly and the bed, the center of the sexual joyride was elsewhere, right now, at the spot where the white tiger's tongue played with him. His hole clenched endlessly under the stroke of the tongue's slippery tease on him, as much for mutual pleasure as it was for preparing him for the inevitable.

Oliver knew that he was going to get fucked. The tiger was going to fill his ass with his meat and likely with his seed as well. It was going to burn into him and mark him as someone who had surrendered for the tiger's sexual prowess.

The tiger was irresistible.

Poe ate out the human's ass. His tongue matted the fine hairs that surrounded the man's hole and plunged against the ringed muscle time and again. The man's moans encouraged him onward, to attack even more intently on the pale creature's vulnerable bud.

Oliver couldn't remember when he had felt more submissive. He was hardly a dedicated bottom but right now his ass seemed to have a mind of its own and it wanted to fuck, to be filled by this tiger's flesh. The man knew the tiger was large, and that he was likely going to regret riding that barbed monster by the time Poe was done with him. Still he longed to feel that cock, whether with his hands, mouth, ass, or just stroking onto his body. As long as it would touch his skin, it would help.

Poe's tongue withdrew with a slurp. A pair of big fingers ran through the now messy ass crack before pressing against Oliver's hole. The man clutched at the sheets.

"Ohhmmmhhh..."

A padded fingertip thrust into him, spreading him open. Oliver let out a soft grunt at his muscles stretching. There was only saliva to go by in the way of lubrication for the moment, and it stung momentarily before his body began to get used to the invasion. The finger rolled around and rubbed the tender walls of his tunnel, stretching on the ringed pucker as a result as well. His cock jerked and spat pre-cum onto the tiger's expensive sheets, unable to cope with the ever-increasing stimulation.

The finger's withdrawal left him wanting more. Those huge paws grasped his rear once again and the tongue returned into an even more sensitive hole than before, as if to soothe him from the previous invasion. The feline tongue was so strong that it practically already amounted to being fucked when it prodded upon his hole.

The lusty slurping noises continued for an endless moment. Then the tongue was gone and the paws simply fondled on his aching butt cheeks.

"Hmmm...beautiful..." Poe murmured.

Oliver was really beyond words at that point. When the tiger's paws departed, he just slumped on the bed, wondering what happened next.

Poe moved about the room, without being witnessed by his guest. Once he returned and his fingers found Oliver's rear, they were covered in slightly cool, slick lubricant. He was glad for this extra care being paid, especially once two thick fingers pried him open and then scissoring back and forth about his ever so sensitive inner walls.

The almost torturous teasing did not last for very long. The next thing Oliver felt was the tiger's cock flopping against his rear before it moved to rest between his ass cheeks. The size made his eyes widen, even while clenched shut. The huge shaft throbbed and was incredibly wet, curved, a true monster of sex.

With his paws on Oliver's hips, the tiger thrust a few times, teasing ,huffing loudly. Perhaps he wanted to torture himself a little as well, reminding him of what he was about to do, penetrating a strong man he'd drive mad with lust for his body.

The entirely of Poe's bulk landed on Oliver. He mounted the human, arms and thighs hugging onto his body while he covered him entirely in himself. His muzzle dropped and he licked on the man's sweaty neck, while still purring tumultuously.

"Now we fuck..." the tiger growled.

Poe was a man who kept his promises. His incredibly strong hips drove his shaft between Oliver's ass cheeks and with a tilt of his hips he guided himself into the man's hole, no paws needed for guidance. The pointed, barbed tip found Oliver's slippery hole and pressed in, with the tiger's weight behind this planned penetration.

He had never felt something like it. The pressure was steady and constant, and pried Oliver's backside open with a sense of inevitability.

He bit the sheets and tried his best to relax. No amount of mental preparation could make it entirely comfortable. The tiger was girthy and the barbs only made him seem thicker as they raked against his hole, its soft insides, and then, once the pressure grew overwhelming and he was inside.

Th tiger let out a sound that was close to a roar. Perhaps he wanted to announce his victory, that he was claiming the man's body as his own to take. His cock jerked inside Oliver, still only partway within the man who gasped and grunted while his body clenched and trembled. He was covered in hot, dank sweat by the time his prostate finally came into contact with the barbed monster.

"Ooohhhhh!"

The tiger laughed. It wasn't an unkind sound, however, simply erotic, and very deep, amused by the man's reaction.

"Yes..."

The tiger muzzled on his neck before licking at what appeared to be his favorite spot, where the shoulder joined with the neck. He still wasn't fully inside, even though Oliver could vaguely feel the tiger's heavy nuts dropping against his aching ass.

Poe's paws gripped on Oliver's arms.

"Now..."

His hips began to hunch back and forth. The motion drove several inches in and out of Oliver's newly opened asshole. Oliver couldn't keep back the groans that ensued when the thrusting began to send repeated pulses of carnal pleasure deep through his body. In the tiger's embrace, he allowed himself to let go of any hang-ups when it came to taking cock and only allowed himself to enjoy everything that happened to him. The fact that he was being pumped energetically by a stout cock was only part of it. The tiger's strength, the flexing of his muscles and the endless stroke of his soft fur all over Oliver's sweaty frame made it breathtakingly erotic for the human.

He'd only ever dared to watch, to admire from afar...and now his fantasy was real. He was having sex with an anthro...and a particularly attractive one at that. Sex with him was raw, animalistic, nor particularly rough yet certainly not gentle either. Oliver expected his skin to be covered in marks from the heavy grips of the paws and the tiger's teeth that occasionally scraped along his skin.

Tiger love bites...

Oliver learned quite viscerally on why the tiger's bed was so large and sturdy. His weight and his constant, determined motions of fucking into the human's ass made the bed shake, despite its size. Perhaps the tiger knew just how much energy he expended while rutting an eager man down to the mattress.

Their bodies rubbed together in sensual, sweaty harmony. Poe's chest pressed onto Oliver's broad back and transmitted his rough noises directly into Oliver's body. Although the tiger had expressed his urgency before they started on their heated activities, it still felt like they were at it for quite some time. Oliver certainly felt his body grow warmer and warmer, under the thick blanket of a tiger whom undulated above him, hips smacking onto his rear repeatedly. The rude noise only spurned their lust even further, to roll their bodies, to make for even more intense contact between them.

The barbs were incredible. Oliver might have fooled around with somewhat realistic toys in the past, but none of that solo play could have prepared him for the sensations that the nubs of flesh could create, raking back and forth inside him on an endless flow of pleasure through his body. The tiger's shaft slid into him from various angles whenever Poe shifted his hips, and then pushed himself in again.

He penetrated Oliver smoothly, now, the human's resistance long gone. The tiger took the human with ease, noisily, passionately.

He was ramping it up. Oliver felt it in how the pleasure rocking his body became more intense, coming more frequently with the faster pace of the tiger's thrusts. His entirely underbelly was glowing with the pleasure and while his cock kept leaking precum, his body appeared to be in a state of confusion on how to react to all this stimulation. It felt like he was approaching an orgasm, the buildup was similar but he was unsure whether he was about to reach the final climax like that.

The same couldn't be said for Poe. The tiger became noisier and noisier, and his thrusts appeared to come faster, with less control. His pubic bone pounded onto Oliver's cushioning rear, his hips rolling, and with his muzzle even more intently closing around Oliver's shoulder.

"HGGRRR!"

The sound was as aggressive as the jerking of the thick shaft, ever so deep inside Oliver's rump. The intensity of the tiger's last thrusts had been enough to make Oliver lose some of his breath, but it was the perceivable flow of heat into his ass that made him let out a drawn out gasp. The tiger was cumming into him, endless, scorching splashes of cum that was pumped inside his guts with every frantic thrust that came from the tiger intending to ride through his climax to the fullest.

Then it was almost quiet. Their steaming bodies rested, the tiger still inside his human. His weight was still considerable, but Oliver felt more used to it now, with the cat sprawled on top of him. He felt drained, even though he was quite sure he hadn't actually cummed. It did not make much of a difference for him. He felt satisfied, charged...glowing. The tiger's cum pooled inside him and marked him. Oliver's groin felt damp, and he wondered if some had actually leaked there from his by now rather numb hole. Those barbs had really done a number on him and he wasn't sure just how comfortable he was going to feel after a while.

Right now he couldn't have felt better. It was comfortable, warm, and very erotic. He was surrounded by tiger, the fur of the anthro of his dreams keeping him safe and cozy. His nose was full of deep musk and sweat, and the tiger's continued presence only added to his pleasure-addled comfort.

Oliver felt good.

"Hmpphrr..."

His lover appeared to rouse himself after a moment's rest. The large tiger moved, his chin rubbing against Oliver's sweaty hair in an affectionate nuzzle.

"Did you enjoy that?" he spoke in a whisper.

"Hmmm...need to ask?" his weary companion replied.

Poe chuffed.

"Well..." the tiger sniffed at the man's hair, "you smell fantastic, so I presume you enjoyed..."

Oliver raised his head a little in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the tiger.

"You can smell it?"

The tiger smirked.

"Of course," he said simply.

Oliver smiled as well. The tiger licked at his lips. Oliver let out a sigh.

"This was...my first time with..." Oliver confessed.

The tiger's ears flicked curiously.

"Ah...yes..." he mused.

"Is that a bad thing?" Oliver asked quietly. He hoped he hadn't suddenly caused some trouble with his confessional remark.

"No," Poe said. "I expected you to be."

Oliver wondered if he could still blush, considering how hot his cheeks were after his exertions.

"Was it...obvious?" he asked.

"Hmmmyes..." Poe rumbled, "but I find it very...agreeable."

Oliver felt bashful under the tiger's gaze. He found it quite curious, to feel embarrassed, even slightly, while he had someone's dick up his ass.

Poe nudged his temple with his fuzzy knuckles.

"You are quite sweet," he said. "I like that."

"I don't consider myself sweet but...thank you," Oliver replied.

The tiger's laugh was as much a rumble as it was a sound of happiness. Oliver found that sweet, if anything.

Poe shifted his hips. The still stiff rod inside Oliver's rear moved as well, and made him let out a noise.

"I must taste you," Poe said.

Oliver found out it was not up for discussion. The tiger slipped out of him, almost painfully, though overwhelmingly pleasurable at the same time, and left him feel stretched and empty and damp. Poe's big paws gripped on his sides and flipped him to his back as if he weighted nothing. Oliver saw the cat crouch on the bed, with his erection still hard and proud. His asshole clenched as he saw the glistering monster and realized he'd taken all that.

His rump itched again.

Poe smirked. He threw an arm over Oliver so that he could fall down close enough, and engulf the entirety of his somewhat wilting cock into his muzzle. Oliver moaned.

"Uhhh...

The raspy tongue that had tortured his ass before now made a number of his dick. The swirling motions that collected every drop of pre-cum he had produced milked more out and made the shaft grow long and heavy over the cat's palate. His head bobbed down, and a delicate suction was added.

It appeared that the tiger was an oral expert in all ways, Oliver thought madly, when he clasped at the sheets for support. He found his hips bucking, completely beyond his control. His body's long overdue orgasm built up in leaps.

"Ah..."

That was all the warning he gave to the tiger, verbally at least, but it wasn't really required. Poe simply sucked harder, and his tongue rubbed on the most sensitive part under Oliver's glans – he must have known what that did to males with human-shaped equipment, the man thought madly, because it sent sparks flying and caused him to shoot what felt like huge globs of his creamy seed into the hungrily suckling muzzle.

His rapture was complete.

His entire body trembled once Poe let his dick slip out of his muzzle, but even then he nuzzled on it, grinning and purring lewdly while he appreciated the male's intimate scent. When Oliver creaked his eyes open he could see that a few drops of his seed had been spared of the tiger's throat, and now decorated his cheeks. The sight made his cock throb in Poe's light grip that was considerate of his new sensitivity after his climax.

"Very agreeable..." Poe said.

This time Oliver dared to chuckle. The tiger crawled up along the bed and caught him into an embrace of one arm and one leg thrown over Oliver's hip, as well as his tail, which he curled about the man's legs. His muzzle found the crook of Oliver's neck and breathed in.

"Hmmmhh...you will be so good..." the tiger murmured close to Oliver's ear.

The man put a somewhat tentative hand onto the big white tiger's flank and felt his slow, steady breathing.

He felt warm...so very warm indeed. His belly still tingled with the after effects of the remarkable sex.

The tiger's cock had lost none of its stiffness and throbbed against his hip.

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