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It had been one of those days.

The Tiger Clan delegation that had arrived in Edinmire that morning had put strain on a local militia already stretched thin. Any number of daily mundanities were now compounded by the need to provide some semblance of order to a meeting that was sure to take place on a knife's edge. For Private Daniels and others of his cohort, this had meant a double shift, starting in the unsociable hours of the early morning, and not ending until past sundown.

And then had come the order from Lt Reed.

It was just his luck. Where the rest of the Edinmire militia had retired for a well-earned rest, he was stuck clearing out the mess hall. No doubt this was some degree of punishment for what had transpired earlier that day - a certain flirtatious tigress had taken a liking to him, and he had. . . shown interest. Not enough to pull him from his duties, mind you, though the lack of abject rejection on his part might as well have been an open invitation considering the general levels of hostility between the humans and keidran.

Though the brief encounter lingered in his mind, for now, a shower was in order. A day spent in armour built up a sweat, even if the weather was otherwise agreeable.

Showers. One of the perks of being a member of the Edinmire militia. Though the amount of magic required in their installation and operation was small, it was still enough to put them outside the means of all but the most wealthy of family households. A barracks, though, was another matter. Frequented by upwards of fifty armed men during the day, a large, luxurious washroom was available at all hours.

Which Private Daniels now had to himself.

“Ahhhh. . ."

One of the small luxuries of life.

With warm water cascading down his form, and steam filling his vision, he didn't hear the door open behind him.

He didn't hear the sound of soft paw pads on the tiled floor.

What he did hear was the purr from close behind, low and sultry. A pair of soft, warm paws pressed into the small of his back.

“Hi there, remember me?"

“Ahhh!"

The soft cry that escaped his lips was mostly involuntary, and stood in stark contrast to the sensual, flowing voice now emanating from a body directly in contact with his own.

He felt fur on his skin. Soft. Like silk.

“I. . . um, Theire, it's. . . it's you."

“Awww," the tigress pressed herself a little closer, “you remember me!"

“H-how could I forget?"

How indeed. She had been remarkably forward to him earlier in the day. Initially, it had just been a quick, flirtatious glance and an upward flick of her tail, with the slightest flash a pink. A shameless stare on his part had led to another brief encounter some hours later, where he had told this rather attractive young keidran his name, and she, hers. Theire Sah-Van. It had a nice sound to it, exotic.

Still, Daniels had presumed it all just a game, a bit of fun, a tease. Keidran were known for their promiscuous ways, and though he had brushed it aside at the time, his mind had been filled with all sorts of fantasies for the remainder of the afternoon. Not something he'd thought about before, but something that had a certain, taboo appeal to it.

Fantasy which had now suddenly become very, very real.

“Hmmm," Theire continued, now pressing herself directly against his back, breasts sliding up against his skin, “then you remember what I said."

“You, um," Daniels stammered, “you said I should come and find you if. . . if I had some free time after my patrol."

“Aaaaaaand, why didn't you?"

He had wanted to, he just didn't think anything would come of it.

He cleared his throat, trying to display some manner of confidence, “well, I was quite busy, and I finished a lot later than I expected. Plus, I didn't really think that someone like you would want. . ."

“Want what?"

“. . . want, well, want a human. You seem to have a pretty low opinion of us."

Her paws, having now fully snaked their way around his lower torso, settled just above the towel that was maintaining what little modesty he had. Theire was, of course, completely naked.

“Who told you that?" the Tigress objected. “I picked you because you're cute. Very cute."

Her paws pressed slowly downwards.

“Picked me?" asked Daniels.

“Hmmm, yes. I liked what I saw. And I think you did too. Am I wrong? Let's. . . find out."

The last few inches were crossed, the towel dropping away as the lusty femme keidran reached down and grasped Daniels about his member.

“Don't you want to find out? I think he does. . ."

She squeezed. Gently, her touch as soft as a feather, though still enough to elicit a gasp from the human.

“You know, cutie," her paw started slowly moving back and forth, stroking along his rapidly hardening cock, “once you've had fur, you won't want anything else ever again."

Daniels didn't respond. His mind was awash with thoughts more lurid and graphic than any he could remember having had before. The sensation of the dainty paw upon his cock, the gentle, yet eager stroking, and the knowledge that whatever he wanted was here for the taking, it sent him spinning.

Except there would be no need to take it. The experience on offer was being given, and given freely.

“Theire. . . that. . ."

“Hmmm? That what? Feel's good? Well, you feel pretty good, I kinda like this hunk of meat in my paws. Think you might be able to do something with it?"

The male human continued to pant as he was masturbated closer and closer to a rapidly approaching climax.

“Y-yeah," he gasped, “I think I. . . can."

Theire's paw sped up.

“Have you ever fucked a keidran before?" she asked, voice positively saturated with desire.

“N-no."

“Would you like to?"

“. . . yes."

What followed was a giggle and a bounce, and the spry, nubile form of Theire Sah-Van came into view in front of him, her paws still wrapped about his shaft.

“Then. . . let's fuck. But first. . ."

The female keidrawn sunk to her knees, eyes burning up at Daniels, savage and needy, hungry for him, and him alone. There was nobody else here. Nobody to step in and tell them to stop, tell them how wrong what they were doing was. Even if someone had, even if it had been Lt Reed, or the King, Daniels wouldn't have cared. He had a mind for one one thing.

And it seemed that his newfound partner did too.

“Tell me you want it," she purred, leaning forward and pressing his now hard cock to the side of her muzzle.

“I. . . I want it."

A growl escaped her throat, and her tongue escaped her mouth. Slowly, inch by agonising inch, and not once breaking eye contact, she dragged her wet feline tongue from the base of his shaft, up and over every pulsating vein, to his tip, flicking off the end.

“Tell me," she repeated, giving his cock another, even slower lick, “that you want me."

Daniels would have broken at that point, were it not for the fact that he desperately, overwhelmingly wanted nothing more than to lavish all manner of lewd and lascivious pleasures upon the tigress currently fellating him. There was nothing to break. There was only desire.

“Gods, Theire," he whined, “I want you so badly. I WANT YOU!"

That earned him a long, eager and deep suck of his cockhead. Theire sunk her muzzle down over his length, taking the tip into her mouth before pushing all the way down. A throaty purr rumbled about his flesh as she pressed her nose to his crotch, tongue still working back and forth over him. She held him in place for a moment, content to savour his taste as he was the unimaginable sensation of raw, carnal pleasure.

She withdrew, slowly, occasionally sinking back down a few inches before pulling back once more until his glans popped out from between her lips.

“Cutie," she started, her paw returning to work up and down the hypersensitive organ, “I want you to fuck me. Not make love. Fuck. I'm going to stand up, bend over and lift my tail, and you're going to fuck me senseless. We both want it."

Daniels didn't object. Not one bit. As she had stated, Theire Sah-Van rose to her feet, twirling sensually about on the spot before strutting a few paces towards the wall, placing her paws on a convenient countertop and thrusting her rump rearwards.

She bent down, pressing her pert breasts to the cool marble of the basin.

She raised her tail.

What Daniel's saw, presented to him and framed so enticingly in the softest, whitest fur, was his prize. The most delicate, pink and perfectly parted pussy he had ever seen. Lips spread without the help of fingers, every part of her cunt was absolutely exquisite. Soft petals, dripping with droplets of her essence, her tiny, hooded clit placed atop her folds, and the tintest hint of her love tunnel, begging to be filled.

He was on her in a second, crossing the same distance she had slid in a fraction of the time.

“Theire, oh. . . FUCK!"

Daniel's hands shot forward, grasping about her hips. It occurred to him, if only for the most fleeting, insignificant of moments, that he'd never actually touched a keidran before. Certainly not like this. He'd never felt fur under his fingers.

And now that he had, he liked it. He liked it a lot.

Soft and silky, though still thick and luxurious, the perfect length to filter between his digits as he ran his palms over her hips, across her back, before sneaking in a few handfuls of her deliciously shaped and ideally proportioned ass.

“Enjoying yourself back there?" came Theire's teasing question.

Her tail swished back and forth, tickling just under his nose and giving him a delicious sampling of her feminine scent.

“You're. . . gorgeous."

“Hmmmm, glad you think so."

Of course, while under different circumstances he might be simply content to stand there and manually explore every inch of her perfect body, his libido, and the throbbing, rock-hard member standing erect from between his legs, had something different in mind. His hands grabbed her firmly, pulling her rump backwards as he thrust his hips forward.

It was the temperature that hit him first

“Ohhhhhh. . ."

As his cockhead kissed gently to her sex, he was instantly electrified by the sheer, burning heat emanating from her folds. Her cunt seared as he pushed past her folds. Eagerly, her pussy parted to accept his length, sliding in with a shuddering, guttural moan from both human and keidran. Hot, wet, and tighter than anything he had ever felt, he pushed himself all the way in, eyes slamming shut as he fought against his own nervous system, fought the near irrepressible urge to cum there and then.

Theire's eyes rolled back in their sockets as her tongue fell from behind her fangs, rolling out of her muzzle and hanging limply. The human was well endowed; she couldn't remember ever feeling so. . . filled.

Daniel's thrust in the final few inches, sinking as far as he could into her depths and touching his pelvis to her rump. The sight of her sprawled out before him, bent over, being so shamelessly taken from behind, awakened something feral, something he didn't know that he had.

It was now his turn to growl.

“Oh. . . oh, please. . ." she moaned, gyrating her hips about the pleasurable intrusion, “I've been dreaming about this all day."

Daniel's grip tightened, each hand taking a fistful of fur as he drew back. Slowly, savouring the sensation of her intimate flesh sliding back over his cock, every little quiver of her tunnel felt as if it were an earthquake. His tip never left her cunt, remaining between her lips, stretching her entrance, a place he held it for a few seconds, seconds which felt like an eternity.

And then, he slammed forward. He slammed forward and all but lifted her feet from the ground, nearly depositing her in her entirety upon the countertop. This time, he pushed in even deeper, if at all possible, and this time, there was no waiting, no relishing the lewd, forbidden sensation of interspecies cock embedded in interspecies pussy. He pulled back just as fast, then slammed forth again. Back and forth, each thrust harder and more needy than the last. Teeth and fangs were bared and clenched, eyes shut and breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. The pleasure was building, past what would normally have caused either of them to reach their peak, yet so very far away from the heights they were craving, the sheer avalanche or orgasmic bliss that lay just beyond their reach. For now.

“FUCK"

“I'm. . . I'm going to. . .'

“SHUT UP! Just. . . ohhhhh. . . just fuck me!"

There was nothing further to do other than thrust himself as hard as he could into her soaked cunt.

“Please, more!"

Harder. Faster. The sounds of their copulation, slick and wet, as damp skin slammed into damp fur, echoed about the shower room.

“MORE!"

What else was there? Rutting like a wild animal, Daniel's hauled his over-eager partner from the countertop and dropped them both to the ground. Her chest pressed into the cold, tiled floor and her rump stuck upwards, hips tilted back to allow him easier access to her nethers as he continued to pound away.

“Bite. . . bite me!"

“W-what?!"

“BITE ME! CLAIM ME!"

The moaning and begging, the lust that this keidran was showing for him, drove him past that last little barrier and into something not quite feral, but close enough as to make no difference. His hands slid forward, as did his body, pressing down on her back, slipping forward until his head came to rest upon her shoulder. He reached under, one hand grasping firmly at her breasts, the other tracing down her belly and curling up and into her crotch, his fingers finding her clit and grinding in, adding to her pleasure.

And then, he bit. He didn't quite know where to bite, but he bit down, just behind and below her ear.

Theire Sah-Van screamed. A pure, blissful, heavenly scream, surely enough that a passer-by would hear their inappropriate late-night activities.

It didn't matter. He bit down, continued to pound his hips away, thrusting his cock as fast and as hard as he could into her cunt, while strumming his fingers across her clit.

She came. Hard. He did too. Harder.

Her love tunnel clamped down as he lost all sense of place and time; mind, body and soul entirely consumed by the rapturous union he was now experiencing. Her pussy pulsed and gushed fluid, her hips smashing backward to meet each and every one of his own thrusts. His own shaft, hard to the point of being painful, crossed over the point of no return, and all he knew was pleasure. Buried inside this fiery, feisty tigress, he emptied himself. Screaming himself mute, joining his own cries in with hers, for thirty seconds their orgasm's rollicked over each other, crashing and reaching a thunderous crescendo, before human and keidran collapsed to the floor, side by side.

Staring into each other.

“Heh. . ." it was Theire who was the first to speak, “that. . . was fun. Mrow!"

Daniels couldn't find words.

“Maybe," she continued, “next time we. . . make love instead."