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Description: A warrior and his trusty tiger mount share a night of passion before returning to the prejudiced realm of civilization where their intimacy is greatly frowned upon.

The characters featured in this story are generic, creative freedom ones

***A night with my tiger***

Snowflake rumbled in amusement as I stumbled forward, the pants lowered halfway to my knees all but forgotten amidst the haze of lust that clouded my thoughts and senses.

"That's not very nice," I warned my beloved companion with a friendly slap on his muscular haunch, peeking underneath it during my awkward shuffle on my way to Snowflake's behind to make sure his pink remained out in the open. "Stealing and appropriating elements of human communication for yourself, that is," I clarified the matter when I was met with a lowered tail that blocked my initiative.

"Mrowr," Snowflake growled in protest, swinging his head downward to suggest the crucial necessity of having me divest of all my clothes. Then, he hissed, as if threats made any difference in our relationship.

"You're right," I deferred this time, stepping on the heels of each boot to free myself of them first. "One small cum stain can be the end of our illustrious career where we are going. Pays to be careful."

Snowflake cared little for propriety and the punishments inflicted upon those who blatantly disregarded it. He had simpler, purer desires, such as the intimate caress of bare skin against his backside when I would finish, or perhaps the grinding of our haunches while I would breed him like one of his kind. His preference for being taken in the backdoor begged me to ask the question every time; it would hang on the tip of my tongue, forever denied by lips that always refused to part for this matter. Had he the voice to inquire about my own past and perversions, he would undoubtedly wish to know a great many things, but he had always accepted me for who I was, and I intended to do the same for him.

"There," I said, kicking my pants aside and licking my lips in anticipation for what was to come. "Pleased now?"

"Rrrrh," the tiger blinked in approval, his blue eyes fixated on my moist, half-exposed tip. "Mrrrh?" he tilted his head, displeased that I have shrunken. As if I'd have bothered to rid myself of my boots and pants while having a full-blown erection!

"Oh, don't worry about me. It's your turn now, as we have agreed, and it serves our mutual interest to give me some time to recover, otherwise I might finish as quickly as you do inside a female. And no, that's not a flattering thing to me," I raised a finger to prevent him from lecturing me on these matters with his chuffs and reassuring nuzzles.

He would have found a way to question my way of thinking if two of my fingers did not sneak under his tail to alight upon the bare, exposed flesh that he so eagerly wished to hide. I felt him tense up upon contact. His entire tail shuddered, and his lips pulled up in a lustful snarl that others might have mistaken for aggression.

"Remember our first time?" I tried to gently ease him into the eroticism of our union while getting into my desired position. By kneeling in front of his backside, his bunghole stood at my eye level, while his taut, fuzzy spheres and the meat spilling from under them sat right in front of my mouth. I could have curled my tongue around him, drag him inside, and suckle his passion right out of him. His soft yet overly vulnerable barbs found the warmth, moistness and texture of my tongue irresistible, but today was about foreign and exotic pleasures, not quick and fulfilling release.

So, I aimed my lips at where my fingers stroked him teasingly just moments ago, pausing for a second to savor the warmth pulsing through his most intimate and treasured area of his body, one that only I was allowed inside.

A guttural growl rumbled in Snowflake's chest, his tail standing as erect as his cock to emphasize the trust he reserved for me, the sole human who treated him like a mate and an equal rather than a beast. My heart fluttered as it always did during these rare occasions, every hair on my body rising with the ominous urgency to do right by him, to show him that I loved him beyond what the words of my kind could express, and to pleasure him in ways that his kin could never accomplish.

I started with the simplest yet the most meaningful gesture that I could think of: A kiss. A soft shudder coursed through him, urging the muscles of his haunches to tighten with pent-up readiness to be claimed.

"That won't be necessary, my dear," I said to him when my hands detected his innate urge to lie flat on his belly in preparation of the mounting. His hindquarters arched just an inch, only to straighten again under the guidance of my fluid strokes along his strong, muscular frame. "I'm not claiming you. I'm relishing you."

My eyes instinctively closed as soon as my words have fled me, tongue tip sailing between my teeth, past my lips, and upon his soft, puckered flesh that trembled with unspent desire. There was no foul smell, no strong taste, that would have repulsed me; Snowflake made sure of that with his incessant grooming. To me, he carried the flavor that he always did, a mild, crisp fragrance specific to the Snowdrift Plains where his kind used to roam free long ago, before the Ember priests settled in and brought their fiery god with them. Now, the savagery of winter had been bred out of him, his short and smooth coat adapted to milder climates, same as his personality.

I had so many things to tell him; so many ways in which I could profess my love and devotion to him. But instead, I allowed my tongue to speak on my behalf. Those slow, circular motions that started outward and inched towards the center one teasing stroke at a time transmitted a deeper, more meaningful message beyond what words could convey.

And when I finally entered him and Snowflake roared in surprised delight, we both knew what we meant to each other, and the lengths we were ready to go in order to elevate ourselves in the eyes of our beloved. My cock hardened like steel as I felt his muscles engulf me like a lover's embrace, the tremors rushing through his depths mirroring the shudders of excitement rattling my very bones at the prospect of readying Snowflake for a mating this way. It felt different compared to the safety of the oils I have employed in the past; more intimate.

Feral, even.

So, I did it again, and again, and again, working my way deeper into him in a sluggish, deliberate rhythm that made him moan softly and sweetly. My left hand often intended to shift from its designated position on his haunch and flee under his member to find out whether he began dripping precum or not, just like my eyes barely resisted the temptation of gauging his level of arousal myself. Nothing made me harder than his erection, the purest and most truthful proof of the enjoyment he extracted from my ministrations.

"Grrar!" Snowflake cried out. He clenched harder than usual for a brief, intense moment, as if his very being planned to entrap me within himself, to hold and cherish me for as long as he could manage. My eyes flung open in surprise as he stepped forward, severing the bond that we shared.

Why, my dear, I wanted to ask, but the way he kept his tail to the side of his soggy, glistening tailhole, along with his satisfied purr, convinced me otherwise. I didn't need to study the intense shivers of his undertail, nor stare at his painfully erect shaft with all of its barbs flared, to realize that I almost pushed him over the edge. He wouldn't allow that. Not without me sheltered inside him. Not before he milked me of my seed.

My cock lurched at the promise of tight, warm wetness, the jarring motion catching Snowflake's attention. His eyes studied my crotch for a moment, taking particular interest in the translucent line of precum dripping from the tip of my overly ripe head.

"It's all your fault," I said to him, wincing at the pleasant feeling of having my foreskin stretched to its limits by the prominent glans that begged to come out in the open. "I've never been this hard before, so if I fail to withhold my seed for long enough to please you, I'll blame your licks for putting me in this sorry state."

Snowflake grinned. He had always appreciated my humor, or perhaps he simply adored the way I interacted with him. He might not reply or react to my words the way humans did, but the way he lifted his tail for me, and the salacious glance he threw me before rearing against my thighs made my blood boil and my heart pound against my chest. None of the humans I've met invited me to share pleasure with them in such heartfelt way. Not even the sight and feeling of my first pussy around my virgin shaft turned my breath ragged with lust, and no law could ever hope convince me that what Snowflake and I shared was a perversion.

He was ready to receive me, and I eager to accept his invitation. That's all we needed to know from one another, and I intended to spend not a second more denying my beloved the intimate bliss of being filled.

That did not mean I could not tease him, however, which is precisely what my tip did as I gently rubbed myself against him. The veins beribboning my throbbing length turned all the more prominent from the waves of pleasure rushing through me, and my fingers pressed tighter into his taut muscles, nails biting into his hide. He extracted a perverse form of delight from being pinned in place like that; from knowing that I intended to claim him, and that he could no longer change his mind by walking away.

In response, Snowflake pushed himself against me, his purr brightening every time the pressure exerted against me forced me into him, if just for a tantalizing inch at a time. He enjoyed the game, as did I, until purrs turned to needy growls and his tail coiled around my frame, begging me to put an end to the torturous foreplay.

"Agh!" my feral growl raked its way through my throat as I pushed myself into his slick, puckered flesh and through it in a single, fluid stroke. The sheer tightness of his walls forced my foreskin back one heavenly inch at a time, laying me bare to the mind-addling delights of his well-lubricated depths.

I wouldn't last long. I knew it from the way he eagerly contracted and loosened around me, as if he thirsted for my seed for far too long. The throbs racing through my overly tight meat didn't help either, nor the embers flaring to life at the base of my shaft, soon to ignite into a blaze that I'd be powerless to stop.

Snowflake deserved better than just a few spurts of seed. He had earned my love, and I his, and for that, I intended to mate him in the swift, decisive way of his kind.

I immediately regretted it, of course. As soon as I retreated and plunged myself back inside him, pleasure overwhelmed me. It addled my wits, stole away my control, and forced my eyes and jaws shut in concentration. I tried to tame it, to regain a measure of elegance to my snappy, jarring thrusts, but the tremors rushing through my sack every time it knocked against his proved too much for me to handle. My glans, swollen to refuse with unspent seed, made it impossible for me to flee Snowflake for a moment of respite, for fear that I might shoot my seed over him instead of inside him.

I had no choice, and because of that, I felt exhilarated, free to let go of every prior knowledge I had of lovemaking and truly live in the moment. I had entered Snowflake once before, but I was more timid then, too concerned with his wellbeing to focus on myself. Now, however, my hands grabbed onto his haunches with loving determination, fingers clenching as hard as they could to keep my mate where he belonged.

The closer I approached the point of no return, the more frantic my thrusts became, and the more intense his shudders turned, if they could even be called such. I halted every time he clamped down upon me, only to continue the motion of my hips whenever he let go. His raspy growls entwined with my huffing grunts, both of us caught up in a frenzy that each of us fed one throb and clench at a time, until one of us gave in.

"Hnnnnghhhh!" I howled through gritted teeth as I buried myself balls-deep into my mate, my spheres slamming against his so hard they made my whole tiger shiver in elation. His walls immediately contracted around me, the sheer pressure of his muscles mirroring my burning need to cum. Unable to hold back, I collapsed upon him, arms wrapped around his graceful form while I poured myself into his depths.

Time always seemed to distort during my moment of great bliss. My whole world shrunk to the warm caress of the fur under my belly, to the mind-bending throbs that shot my seed deep into him spurt by thick, rich spurt. I heard nothing but his heightening growls as he milked me dry, and saw little more than his elegant stripes through half-shuttered, teary eyes.

"That...was the best lay I ever had," I mumbled, striving to keep my coherence as I came down from my high. I wished nothing more than remain inside him for the remainder of the night, hugging the very back that had carried me all over the world.

But I couldn't, for his need demanded my attention.

"Mraaah raaah!" Snowflake growled in protest when I pulled myself from him, my half-erect cock drenched in a layer of precum, seed and saliva from earlier. He turned around to try and lick me clean, but as he did that, I fell onto my fours, crawled under him, and took the entirety of him in my mouth without giving him the chance to fight me off.

Had I lasted a few more strokes, Snowflake would have undoubtedly spilled his seed as well. Alas, all I had managed was keep him entrapped in a tantalizing, euphoric state, on the edge of release but never quite getting there.

Until now.

As soon as I swallowed his meat into the wet confines of my mouth, I curled my tongue around his barbed length, using the tip to caress those overly erect nubs that prickled me in the most erotic and sensuous of ways.

That set Snowflake off in an instant, his customary high-pitched mewl accompanied by a conclusive arch of his back that intended to push him as deep into his mate as possible. I might not be a female, but my tongue certainly had the allure of one, and by coiling it around Snowflake's rigid member, I granted him all the tightness that I could muster.

His seed practically burst in my mouth, his spurts rapid yet overly generous due to the extended nature of our foreplay. I struggled to swallow all of his pent-up passion, his cream thicker, stronger, and more abundant than usual, but somehow, I managed.

"Gah..." I collapsed under him, heaving from the sudden but welcome surprise of his unusually quick climax. Snowflake stumbled to the side as well, flopping a few feet away once he made sure that he wouldn't collapse on me. "You couldn't expect me to leave you with all that seed weighing you down," I said, licking my lips to catch the few errant droplets that have escaped.

Snowflake said nothing. He simply beckoned with a forepaw, and after I trudged into his embrace, he cradled me tight against his chest, his great, pink nose ruffling my hair. I should have told him to stop, but since this was the last night we could spend together in this way for a while, I decided against it.

"So which story do you wish to hear today?" I asked as I grabbed his massive paw between my hands. "I can think of nothing better than the exploits of Ser Schvalaythan and his panthress companion, Duskrose. And like every story worth telling, it begins with them fucking, just like we did."

***THE END***

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