#monster : weretiger

[monstersholygrail]

You, a cute Deer hybrid foolishly make another attempt to get away from your Tiger hybrid bf’s grip while his tongue ravishes you in the name of “grooming.” You huff, slumping against his paws that encircle your body.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a chill down your spine. You try as hard as you can to not appear as aroused that you are by it, but when you hear him inhale sharply you know he’s picked up on the scent of lust that seeps from your pores.

“It’s no use trying to get away from me, mate.” You can’t help but whimper, the jittering buzz of restlessness coursing through your pent up body.

“I wanna run,” you whine, looking longingly toward the grassy distance even as you arch into his embrace. A part of you resisting possibly because you know how wound up it makes him.

A second later the tiger’s prickly tongue resumes its course of lapping up and down your exposed throat and you shiver, resisting a pleased sigh that begs to be released. A rumble passes through his chest as he soaks up your warmth, his protective instincts roaring to life at your irritating insistence.

“If you run then you get dirty and then you will be right back here in my enduring embrace with no chance of escape,” he growls, not completely hating the idea for a moment. The idea of caring for his mate’s body as much as he wrecks it an intriguing one. So why not do both?

Even with his warning you don’t stop your wriggling. Of course you don’t. Not when the urge to run and burn off your energy is pumping through your veins. You don’t even notice how your endless squirming has you grinding into your bf’s dick, causing it to harden and stir to life. Bringing forth its need to hunt and make its prey submit. He rumbles huskily in your ear, jerking forward and pinning you down with his hips.

“Stop your moving this instant or I’ll make you,” he threatens with that deadly rasp in his tone that would’ve had you baring your neck for him in an instant if you were paying any attention.

Your damn squirming doesn’t stop and it’s even worse now that his aching cock is nestled right between your plump thighs. His red bulging tip dribbling pre-cum. The fact that you don’t even notice as it leaks down onto your exposed slit is his last straw.

“That’s fucking it. You’re done for.”

Chilling noises leave him as he leans back and yanks your ass up into the air. Flipping your dress up and fully exposing your glistening pussy to the cold air as you help in surprise. That yelp quickly growing into a full-blown cry as before you realize what’s going on, your bf slips his entire length inside your warm wet cunt in a single thrust.

He doesn’t bother waiting for you to adjust before he starts slamming his cock along your quivering walls. His claws digging into your fur to keep you perfectly still for his onslaught. You hadn’t given him a moment of relief and he plans on affording you the same courtesy. Growls tear from his throat at how tight you are, especially as your pretty pussy clenches down on him like the good Doe you are.

You moan wildly, your body buzzing as it finally gets the exercise it truly needed. You try and meet his thrusts but your bf roars in protest, his claws sinking deeper into your flesh. Snapping his cock inside you with brutal thrusts, using your body like a fleshlight. Fucking into you with no restraint and unleashing all his pent up frustrations on you. Just like him your climax sneaks up on you and completely overwhelms you with endless shocks of pleasure. Your body shakes as he doesn’t stop, prolonging the buzzing inside you and you have a feeling he’s not gonna stop for a long time…

With each orgasm that wracks through your form, your body grows weaker. The only thing keeping you upright anymore is your bf’s claws still sunk into your hips. Drool pools from your lips as he pumps inside your pussy just right. Clearly aiming for his own release as few thrusts later he’s spilling himself deep inside you, filling your spent cunt to the brim with his cum. A sweet little reward for how good you were for him.

“Look at you. So perfect like this,” he says in awe, his claws scraping up and down your back in a way that has you moaning weakly.

Your body is so perfectly still, your mind completely fucked out. He now has you exactly how he needs you. With you no longer able to move, your bf leans over you, cock still fully sheathed inside you, and resumes his grooming. This time with no interrupts besides the occasional whimper.

[dark-moonlust]

Your weretiger mate chases you through the jungle. It leads to the steamiest sex you’ve ever had.

The chase was on. Your weretiger was eager to fuck you and that fact alone sent dark, pleasurable shivers down your spine.

“Not much longer, mate,” you heard his growing voice cutting through the night.

You kept pumping your legs but your heart pounded in your chest like a drum.

“You can’t outrun me. I’ll catch you and once I do…”

And he did catch you.

Body shaking, he claimed you. Thoroughly. You felt waves of bliss crashing over you while he kept fucking you, his slams becoming more urgent, more demanding, until with a roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his barb swelling and stretching you. He knotted you and spurted thick streams of cum and you came again, whining and shoving at him fruitlessly.

[werewolfaday]

day 289

[sea-stone]

Finally, after ages, it arrives. This is the first entry to a setting of stories I am dubbing "A Durkmuir County Tale" about a modernish day, light fantasy world of paranormal creatures and humans living in tentative harmony out in an American inspired rural country county. I hope you all enjoy, please let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Note: Part one is SFW with mild horny tension, but the following one is very explicit and will contain a list of touched on topics.

Thank you to my fellow monster lovers for inspiring me to finally share my work. I have listed a few below, and to @monstersflashlight for being a betta reader!

@bucketsofmonsters

@momolady

@dragonsholygrail

@cheesomancer

@aftermidnightspecial

@moonshine-nightlight

@snowkissedmonsters

@flowerbetweenfangs

Caught by Moonlight - Part One

Can't Run Forever

Your heart dropped as soon as you heard that pop on the front driver’s side, and heard the familiar 'fuddudduddudd'  of an accursed flat tire. You groaned. And cursed.  And exclaimed bitterly “Fine, then. Whatever!!” as you decided the only best place to pull over was on the same dirt road you had driven for over 10 miles on already. You flicked on the hazards, and took some slow, strained deep breaths with your forehead pressed against the top of your wheel. It was past Midnight; you were alone. Hardly anyone drove this road outside of your neighbors, and it was a Sunday night so they were all asleep. No one would find you until at least sunrise. You checked your phone, and groaned because of course, it’s at 2% battery with no signal. Because of course you forgot to replace your broken car charger. You smeared frustrated fears from your eyes, and resolved to sit in the bed of your old Tacoma and wait instead of moping inside the cab.

A cruel memory of a similar situation a few months back had warned you to replace all your tires rather than drive on the spare. But who had money to spend on that shit? At least it was a summer night, and the full moon hung near directly above you. You could see for nearly 50 miles around you, into the empty grassland many people called No Man’s Land. It was supposedly government land, but no one bothered with it. Even the Sheriff's Deputies rarely patrolled it. On a fun night, you would have been able to trek on foot to a campfire session some Old Hippies from the City would host. But it was a Sunday, in a small Christian area, so there was nobody but Gaia’s Wilderness to keep you company. Even though the air felt like it was about 70 degrees, you shivered with the thin, oversized overshirt and a tank top. You wrapped your arms tightly around your chest as you sat cross legged on your tailgate, rocking slightly. You blankly stared ahead of you, back down the road, with the mountains to the back of you. Had you planned for it, it would have been a great place to camp; but no, you had nothing to work with. You never planned anything, and that bad habit bit you in the ass every time it could.

You probably looked like an abandoned dog on the side of the road, and hopefully pitiful enough to help out. You tried playing temptress to men and monsters alike, but that proved too successful, too dangerous. When you closed your eyes, especially when you felt so alone and isolated, you could still see his fierce green eyes. If you weren’t careful, if you let yourself remember Anad, it ached with need shortly followed waves of guilt and shame. It hurt how much you wanted him, and you battled the regret of cutting him from your life every day. Even after the phone calls stopped, after you deleted his last text, you couldn’t bring yourself to crawl back to him after leaving him with no answer of why you left in the first place. One of the main reasons you have been having a shitty couple of weeks was that you realized your mistake too late. By the time you realized you were haunted by regret, he stopped trying to reach you. Now here you were, in the same spot you were before he met him: with no one but your own cruel thoughts to keep you company. 

You lifted your face that had been buried in your arms, suprised to the sound of a car heading towards you. It was odd, but a welcomed sight to see an very unlikely sight of a Deputy Sheriff SUV round the bend a few miles down the road. You slid off the tail hitch and closed it, and you had to shield your eyes as the SUV pulled up about 20 feet behind you. You squinted, trying to see who it was behind the driver’s seat. When they hesitated to come out, you took a few steps closer. Finally, they turned their vehicle off first, and then their lights, which allowed you to see a looming shape exit the vehicle. Normally, you could tell just by the height of the officer who it was, but you didn’t recall anyone with that hulking silhouette before on the team. You shook your head, blinking repeatedly to get your eyes to adjust, and when they did you saw his remarkable green eyes flash from your truck’s hazard lights. He slowly walked towards you, and you backed yourself up against the trailer hitch, your heart pounding. He only got close enough to where you could see him clearly, and it was a feast for your eyes. 

Anad, who normally wore garish silk pants and nothing else when you saw him at the clubs you both frequented, wore the typical sandy button up, khaki pants, and cowboy boots that any human would. The clothes strained against his bulk, and the top  buttons had gone missing or were removed permanently. Your eyes followed the transition of his orange striped fur into the white stripes that came down from the neck to his exquisite collar bone and the top of his enormous pecs. If it wasn't so tense, you would be drooling, but kept your mouth pressed tightly closed. Your knees would have buckled if you hadn’t already braced against the cold metal of your truck, reminding you that this wasn’t just a weird fever dream. “Ah-Anad,” you stumbled to speak, but words failed you as your mouth dried up. You saw it too: the both of you were straining to breathe normally. His eyes betrayed the mixture of desire and pain that his otherwise steely expression failed to express, and he couldn’t control how his tail flicked back and forth, almost in aggressive irritation. “I don’t understand. How are you here right now?” You managed to say with a shaky breath. 

He broke out of pensive trance, and he anxiously ran his hands over his face and back over his head as he broke eye contact. “I followed you from work,” he admitted, through gritted teeth. “I guessed when you pulled over that it was because your spare finally wore through like your other tires. I went ahead and called Arturo’s Tow and Pull, but they can't get out till morning at the earliest to tow your car. There was a bad accident on Highway 8, so all the trucks got sent to help out that way about an hour ago.” You frowned, and you looked up at him utterly confused. “We can either wait out here for them to come, or I can drive you home. It’s your choice.” He continued to figet with his hands, frowning as he thought about what to say next. “When I hadn't heard from you, I thought you were busy. But after a week, I was almost convinced you got bored of me.” He sighed, and folded his arms. Goddess, it was so distracting as his muscles flexed in his arms, threatening to tear through his clothes. He continued, his tone switching between frustration and dejection.

“When I didn't see you at the clubs anymore, I grew concerned. Maybe you were just done with Monsters, but I talked with the other Deputies, and they said you weren't seeing anyone new. I was getting desperate.” Anad cautiously approached you again. When you didn’t move, he walked until he was within inches of you, and boxed you in by gripping the top of the trailer hitch on either side of you. You tried to hold back how much you liked that stance. The only thing keeping your hands off him was just how pained he looked and how much that hurt your soul to see. “I just - I need to know. I’m not going to let you go until you talk to me,” he spoke softly, lower, trying to hide his pleading tone. “I just want to know why you ghosted me,” he lowered his face lower to better hold your gaze, searching your eyes for the answer. You could even see his whiskers twitch, anxiously trying to read you. You could barely breathe, your heart screamed in your ears.

The tears you had beaten back finally broke through, slowly streaming down your cheeks. “I'm scared,” you hardly spoke louder than a whisper, and you felt his breath hitch. The metal under his grip creaked as he tried to hide how those words hurt him. He let one of his hands go slack beside you, grazing your shoulder and arm. He looked away then, over your shoulder, a face painted with dejection.

“What did I do wrong? Please, you got to tell me,” he pleaded. “I thought we were good, more than good even.” He tapped your hand with the back of his, and you vainly grabbed his hand with yours. He looked down and rearranged his to envelop your whole hand and wrist, seeing as it so comically dwarfed yours.

“It was too good,” you told him, your voice breaking under strained control. He pulled his face back enough to better look at you, utterly confused. “Everything was great; you’re amazing.” You cast a glance down at your enclosed hand as his grip tightened. “It wasn’t supposed to get serious. It was just supposed to be just sex.” His eyes bore in the skull, but you just couldn’t meet his gaze yet.

“But it wasn’t,” he acknowledged and he gently kissed the top of your head. Your cheeks warmed at his tenderness, and your heart fluttered as he sniffed your hair fondly.

“Why do you have to be so perfect,” you whined, and fell forward into his chest. He wrapped his other arm around your shoulders into a tight embrace. Even his tail curled around your leg sweetly. “How could I fall so hard without knowing anything about you,” you sobbed. “I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran.” You wrapped your arms as best you could around him, and let his warmth, his scent wash over you. Anad smelled like your favorite incense smoke, a calming yet arousing spiced scent that didn’t seem real. It always calmed you and equally stirred lecherous thoughts in your mind. In that moment, it was the most welcomed feeling after realizing how lonely you were without him.

He didn't speak again as he let you sob into his chest. You both did your best to cradle each other, despite the obvious height and size difference, in hopes to alleviate the strain in both of your hearts. 

Some time must have passed as he finally loosened his hold and brought your face up to his, both of his hands cupping your cheeks delicately. “I should get you home,” he told you, fondness showered down from his eyes. You smiled with a sniffle and nodded, leaning into him while he strokes your cheeks for a moment before letting you go. Reflexively, you reached for his face, and gave him a delicate kiss. It was meant to be purely romantic, but you felt heat bloom in both of your bodies again as he deepened the kiss, allowing you to feel his fangs on your tongue before he broke away.

“We have a lot to catch up on,” he implied hungrily, but added with a calmed tone. “I still have more questions.” 

“I do as well,” you replied and winked at him, and you both walked over to his car, a new spring in your step. 

[alridpath]

A pack of werewolves (& weretiger & werebirdie lol) I did for a YCH! awoo! 🐺🌕

[xyliaxart]

Ready for Halloween!

My DnD character, Yolotli. I thought it would be hilarious to put her in a tiger halloween costume. Because she’s a weretiger. She could literally just turn into a real tiger.

[swamp-teeth]

weretiger!zoro has apparently entered my brain so,,,,I tried,,,,,,

[sagemonsters]

every once in a while I get the urge to combine monster romance with my love for historical fiction. This rarely works out BUT I am nothing if not persistent.

Anyway, my mlm weretiger x human novelette set in Achaemenid-era Iran is almost fully outlined. Drafting to commence once my midterms are over and I can spend more time writing for pleasure.

[ninjamonkeystudios]

OC-Tober Day 03: Prisha

Once an island nation revered the tigers in their jungle as motherly protector spirits. Those blessed with the blood of the tiger were the holy spokespeople of the forest. However, after the nation was colonized, most of those werefolk were wiped out. Still, Tiger waited.

Mr. Wainwright sought his fortune in this new nation and settled in with a business while taking a native wife to legitimize his ties to the island. Together, they had several children, the first of which seemed oddly formed and had a tremendous temper. Disgusted, Wainwright hid her.

She became too much for even her struggling mother to handle, so young Prisha was sent to live with her uncle (mother's side) to grow up down by the docks. There, she was mostly left to her own devices and became something of an alley cat giving as good as she got when the other toughs would step up.

However, one can only outrun trouble so long. Prisha was in too deep one day and on the run when she was diverted in her escape by a tall, gentle monk. As he saved her life, he took responsibility to mold her into a better citizen.

And well, she's /trying/ to live up to his expectations.

Prisha is a tough talking, loud mouth brutal young woman who is struggling against the beast within her to find inner peace. She thinks. The monk recognizes the spirit within her and is hoping to mold her into a champion for the nation but Prisha walks her own path (in the most white girl wasted way).

Anne Marie is one of the archaeologists Prisha and some other party members were tasked to guard as they surveyed a dig site in the jungle. The chatterbox, inquisitive halfling was nothing but a liability by Prisha's first impression, but their relationship grew into something warmer over time.

Anne Marie (who she nicknamed Anmie after one very drunken night) might very well prove the succor to Prisha's wild soul and give her the direction the monk attempted to. Then again, the surprisingly deadly little halfling might also cause her to flood into a bloody rage. Time will tell.

[monstersholygrail]

Your Tiger hybrid bf has always considered you, an adorable little Deer hybrid, his prey. He thought you prey when he first saw you, he knew you were prey when he began courting you, and he successfully completed his hunt once you finally agreed to be his. It was only normal, it was the natural order of things.

To have an unrelenting and never ending need to devour you. It’s what always happens every time you manage to find yourself on his bed and underneath his big, strong, and dominating form. Just like you are now as you writhe and squirm on the soft sheets as your Tiger hybrid bf ravages you.

His prickly tongue setting your every nerve on fire as he fucks your pretty pussy with his mouth, bringing you to orgasm again and again until it’s all swollen and puffy. Making sure to leave an absolute mess of your release between your thighs in his wake.

One would think that would be enough, but no, not to your Tiger hybrid bf. He hasn’t had his fill and you’re still able to keep your eyes open. He isn’t anywhere close to be doing done with you yet.

Briefly lifting off your limp form he presents his cock to you with pride. Smugly watching as you automatically spread your legs wider for him. Still eager even in your exhaustion. Your adorable doe eyes staring up at him through a foggy haze of lust and desire.

With your body so welcoming towards him, he can’t possibly miss the chance to slowly stuff a finger inside your sensitive walls, pushing back your pussy lips so he can relish in your overstimulated hiss. Stretching you out in a way that has your toes curling so he can prepare you for his length.

When your cunt is all ready for him, dripping and clenching around nothing, he finds it in himself to be merciful. Giving into your begging and pleading as he thrusts his cock inside you in one long powerful snap of his hips.

Your body contorting as you arch into the fierce pace he sets, his cock slamming itself inside you with a ferocity that speaks to a predator trying to capture its prey. Loud growls escape his throat as he chases after both his own orgasm and yours as well. A deep satisfaction coursing through him as he sees the effect he has on you.

Cries of pleasure ricochet off the walls as his thick lengths pushes through your tight walls, stimulating every nerve in your body. You’re practically buzzing, pussy pulsating as your orgasm builds. Every clench of your cunt along his length as your Tiger hybrid bf gritting his teeth even more. His fingers finding your clit with ease and you shriek, body jolting and clenching down on him again.

Your Tiger hybrid bf can smell your impending climax, your arousal thick in the air and he purrs as it mixes with his own. His scent marking itself on you. He’s eager to unleash his load deep inside your pussy, make his claim even stronger. Carefully pushing down on your naval it only takes a few more snaps of his hips before your orgasm crashes through you and you scream, squirting your addictive juices all over your bf’s face.

With a primal roar your Tiger hybrid bf cums right after you, slamming himself inside you to the hilt, and making sure you can feel it as his release splashes against your womb. He grinds himself into you, not willing to let out a drop but working you both through your climaxes.

When weak whimpers leave you, the overstimulation setting in, he finally leans back slightly to admire his handy work. Your body splayed out on the bed, positively fucked out and drooling. Eyes closed and so still it would almost appear at a quick glance that you were dead. That he had demolished his beautiful prey as he was meant to.

And he had, in his own way, of course.

[dark-moonlust]

Weretiger’s Mate

Pairing: Weretiger monster x human reader

Summary: getting lost in the jungle puts you face to face with your waretiger mate, a monster born of human experiments.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, oral (fem receiving), barbed 🍆, knotting with barb, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

It was a lovely evening, perfect for an exploration. The sounds of the jungle surrounded you—chirping insects, calls of birds, and the rustle of leaves as you parted the foliage and walked forward. You’d been separated from your traveling group and as you tried to find your way back to the camp, you happened to find a part of the jungle that was incredibly beautiful.

An untouched paradise. You wanted to explore. Just for a few minutes.

So you indulged your curiosity and delved deeper into the greenery.

You froze when you heard a low growl.

Moving as little as possible, you let your eyes scan your surroundings. Out of nowhere, a massive figure emerged from the undergrowth—a beast, looking only a little like a tiger and more like huge and menacing monster. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. The monster stood tall on its powerful, clawed legs, towering nearly two meters high, and walking like a human.

But he wasn’t a human.

Sharp fangs peeked out of his snarling mouth. His body spoke of raw power, with broad shoulders and rippling muscles covered in a coat of striped fur. The stripes were black, running across his orange-tinged fur. He could snap you without even trying. His face was a terrifying blend of human and feline, with glowing red eyes that seemed to pierce through you.

Suddenly it struck you. He was a weretiger, one of the few ones in the world. Weretigers were failed superhuman experiments, a terrifying merge of monster and human. Only a few existed in the world. And it was just your luck to meet one.

“I’m dead meat,” you whispered to yourself, fear paralyzing you.

The massive beast began to prowl towards you, slowly, his paws touching the ground with grace despite his size— the movements of a predator. More tears leaked down your face when he stood before you and bent down to your height to stare into your eyes. He was mere inches away from your face and he dwarfed your small form. You stayed frozen, apart from your sobs of course.

“Do not weep,” he ordered, his voice husky and vibrating.

Widening your eyes, you gazed at his wild red ones and you felt an inexplicable pull, something tugging at your heart. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body and smell his musky scent. What stupid feelings were these? He was about to eat you—

“Stop crying,” he ordered again, baring his fangs. “I will not eat you, little human.”

“Promise?” you asked as if getting a promise form a beast would make the fear ease.

“I promise,” he said, softer this time.

The fear did ease at the sound of his soft tone.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said and before you could react leaned in and sniffed you, taking in your scent. You tensed but didn’t move. His breath was hot against your skin, his snout trailing your neck before burying in your hair. He growled deep from within his chest and that sound sent shivers down your spine and went straight to your pussy. He growled again, gave you that delicious sound that made your body vibrate and your pussy wet.

His eyes flared with possessiveness. “You’re aroused. I can smell your sweet scent.”

He moved closer, his fur brushing against your skin. You shivered but you no longer felt fear to his proximity. It was strange. Very strange.

“Do not resist the bond,” he said. “Touch me.”

“I… I don’t understand,” you murmured, shaking your head. “Why do I feel this way?”

“Because you’re fated to be mine, little one.”

“No… no it’s not—”

“You’re mine,” he rumbled darkly. “Touch me.”

When you didn’t move, the weretiger took your small hands in his big clawed ones and brought you to touch his fur. Shyly, your fingers trailed through the fur on his chest. He watched you intently, growling in a low primitive sound that, not only did it not terrify you, but aroused you instead. What was happening? You removed your hand with a gasp.

Somewhere deep inside, you understood. The bond you felt was undeniable, you found yourself drawn to him but this… this couldn’t go on—

Your thoughts died out when he scooped you up, effortlessly throwing you over his broad shoulder. You cried out, your hands instinctively gripping his fur for balance.

“Hey! Put me down!” you protested as he walked defiantly forward.

The beast didn’t respond and kept walking, his grip on you gentle but secure.

“I don’t like this!” You struggled against him, but couldn’t do anything. “I mean it! Set me down! This very moment.”

Ignoring your protests, he continued on, until he arrived at a hidden cave. His home. His cave was dimly lit but pleasantly cool. He set you down carefully on a huge stone bed, his eyes never leaving you. His gaze was intense and curious, as if he was trying to decide what to do with you.

You realized with shock that you were still clutching him, fingers sinking into the fur around his neck which was slightly longer.

Damn, but he was big and strong. There was something majestic, some kind of magnetism that pulled you to him even if he represented primal danger.

Terrified to accept your thoughts for him, you ripped your hands from him and backed away, but the stone wall behind you offered no retreat.

Your pulse quickened.

And then the beast in him acted.

His sharp nails were at your clothes, slicing through your clothing, the fabric tearing easily. He didn’t touch your skin, he was extremely precise but even so, you gasped and squirmed, instinctively trying to cover yourself. But his movements were quick and efficient. He tugged at more clothing, ripped your bra and underwear and even removed your shoes and socks. Within moments, you were completely bare before him, your clothes in tatters.

You glared up at him, legs squeezed together, arms crossed over your arms. “You horny beast—"

Your world’s ended in a moan when he bent over you, a long tongue dragging over your neck. A moan escaped you even if your arms pushed against his chiseled chest. But you miscalculated. Your breasts were no longer covered by your hands and he descended upon them with a feral growl, cupping both tits in his large, clawed paws. With surprising gentleness, he reshaped the underside of your pert tits, watching as they molded under his touch.

“Such softness,” he rumbled, his voice deep. “So delectable.”

“Hnn… don’t,” you mumbled even if a shiver of arousal ran through you.

The hint of a smile formed on his monster face then he leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick your nipples. He toyed with one bud, circling the pink areola before turning to the other. You squirmed, fighting to suppress your moans as his tongue suckled and wetted your breasts, his mouth warm and delightfully wet. His touches overwhelmed your body, more liquid heat gathering between your squirming legs.

“Hmmm, pretty nipples,” he growled, eyes locking onto yours as he circled one tight bud with his tongue. “Pink and delicious.”

Another moan bubbled out from you, no longer restrained but loud. You gripped the fur at his shoulders watching as his tongue travelled down your belly, tracing every inch of your stomach, heading clearly for your mound. Big clawed hands gripped your knees and pulled them wide apart, exposing your glistening pussy.

And then he was down there, burying his snout between your legs, his breath hot against your pussy. You gasped and whined lewdly, your resistance waning as that primal part of you responded to his touch. You heard as he stroked you, his tongue licking your plump folds, slick sounds echoing in the cave. The wet appendage tasted your aching sex, then thrusted inside, his snout nuzzling your needy clit.

“This,” he growled softly, tongue spearing your pussy. “This is the best part of you, little one. Tight little pussy, leaking sweet nectar for me.”

“Ahnnn…hn… there…oh, there,” your hips jerked, hands gripping his fur, pulling him closer. He devoured you like the beast he was and gods you loved it.

“Does it feel good, mate?”

“Feels—ngh… so good...I need..need—”

Your words were a slur, ending in heavy and delirious moans as your orgasm hit you, the sensations electric. Head falling back against the bed, you arched your body and opened your legs obscenely, offering your pussy to him. Pleasure surged from your head to toes and despite your violent thrashing, his tongue still worked you as he drank in every drop of your release.

When you finally came down from your high, you laid beneath him, breathless and compliant. You looked at him, your eyes hazy with lust. With a few more licks at your inner thighs, he settled back on his haunches, huge hands caressing your breasts. He lifted his head, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.

“You are mine,” he rumbled. “My mate.”

There was slight pause before you nodded softly, unable to deny the bond between you.

A soft hitch of breath left you when you noticed the hard cock protruding from his legs. Fuck, he was big and monstrous. The massive cockhead was a little pointy, slick with his arousal, and the rest of his length was thick and long, surrounded by protruding veins. Heavy, hairy balls hung from between his legs but what surprised and aroused you more was the barb at the base of his shaft, ridged and as thick as your fist.

He positioned himself between your legs, draping them over his large hairy thighs and dragged your pussy closer to his monstrous cock.

“I’m going to fuck you now, little mate. Do you understand?”

“Hgh… I want it, too, want your cock,” you said, reaching out to touch him, your fingers were unable to wrap around his girth. “It’s so big. Will it fit?”

“Your pretty little pussy will take me because you’re my mate. My fated one.”

He licked your tits with his rough tongue and at the same time pushed his hips forward, the tip of his cock parting your moist pussy lips and easing the way inside. You gasped as he surged inside you, spreading your walls, inch by inch his fullness invading you. He bottomed out inside you with a growl, cock filling you completely, so deep inside that it took your breath away.

Arching your back, loud whimpers left your mouth as he fucked you. Holding your tiny waist in his big hands, he pumped powerfully inside you, watching as his dick came out covered with your juices before thrusting back inside your depths. You gripped his arms for dear life, nails digging into his fur-covered skin.

Each thrust drove you higher and higher, your climax building rapidly and erupting in an explosion of senses. You cried out as the second climax crashed over you, your walls clenching and unclenching around the thick cock stretching you. He followed right after with a feral roar, the barb at the base of his shaft probing your entrance. A growl and he thrust inside with the barb, locking himself inside you.

Whining in pleasure, you came again, stars floating in your vision. All you could feel was the impossible fullness and the hot cum spurting inside you, filling you up over and over until it dripped out of you. Your weretiger’s powerful body shuddered above you, his arms cradling you protectively.

It was minutes later when he slowly pulled out and with a lewd squelch, his barb came out. You winced at the separation of your bodies. Your mate seemed entranced by the sight of your pussy, leaking with his load. He brought you to his lap, not caring about the mess and nuzzled your neck, a low purr vibrating through his chest.

“My precious mate,” he drawled proudly.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a strange mixture of love and submission. “Hmm, I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

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Here is KiRAWRa's OC Avarice, a tiger shapeshifter of presumed Persian descent who's quite fond of their luxuries 💎 I painted this for Art Fight 2022, an online OC art trade event that takes place through the month of July.     Character © KiRAWRa Artwork © EerieAyres

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A Tiger of Persia

Summary: Sirvan, a disabled veteran of Xerxes the Great’s campaign against the Greeks in the fifth century BCE, returns home seeking a wife. Set with the seemingly impossible task of capturing and taming a tiger in exchange for a woman’s hand in marriage, Sirvan finds himself initially despairing… and then realizing that he was, perhaps, searching for love in the wrong place.

Status: SFW (for now)

Pairing: cis male weretiger x cis male human

Chapter 1 of ???

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(see the end of this post for historical footnotes)

In the first year of the reign of Artaxerxes the First, King of Kings, a man named Sirvan came riding into the city of Susa on a gray mare.

Susa is the southern jewel of Persia (some would even say more splendid than Pārsa (1) and Ecbatana), home of the Elamites (2) loyal to Zarathustra (3) and home of some Hebrews exiled from their western kingdom by a tyrant’s orders (4). Her gardens are lush and opulent, her people wealthy and well-mannered, her cattle fat, her temples filled with fire and song. 

This man, Sirvan, knew this, but he had not set foot in Susa for many years. His days and nights had been filled with campaigning under the banner of Xerxes the Great against the accursed Greeks. He was, at last, returning home to Susa, and chief among his thoughts was the desire to be wed to Mahya of the Brilliant Eyes, daughter of Salman the spice merchant, whom he had known since childhood. 

Sirvan called first upon the house of his father, Jamshid, where he was welcomed as a conquering hero. His father embraced him, his mother wept over him, and he bathed and refreshed himself there. He spoke long into the night with Jamshid, and the next morning he went to the home of Salman upon the back of the gray mare.

The doorman knew him even after his many years of absence, and welcomed him like a son of the house, and bade him sit and refresh himself in the house’s central courtyard. And ah, this courtyard! The portico was bordered with orange trees whose blossoms perfumed the air, and the interior walls were covered with friezes of lions and unicorns sleeping together in blissful harmony. A fountain burbled with clear water, and beds of fragrant herbs were arranged pleasingly beneath the sun. Truly, Salman was a wealthy man!

Sirvan was served mint tea, and he did not have long to wait before Salman arrived. The merchant was a jolly sort, with a pronounced paunch and well-oiled beard. His deep eyes were merry and bright.

“Sirvan!” he exclaimed. “Son of my dearest friend, it is good to see you alive!” 

Sirvan stood so that they might embrace, and the merchant’s eyes flicked downward as he took in the way Sirvan favored his left leg. Nonetheless, Salman threw his arms about the soldier and squeezed him before bidding him sit once more. Servants appeared with fans of palm fronds and copper dishes of nougat and honeyed dates as the two men began to speak.

“I must rejoice that you have returned home to Susa,” Salman said. “It was such a long campaign, and when news reached us of the defeat at the Eurymedon we feared the worst. Your father gained many gray hairs from that!” He chuckled.

“And how is my father?” Sirvan asked. “I have spoken much with him since my return, and he seems hale enough—but you know how he makes light of illness and heavy burdens. If a lion took off his leg at the thigh, he would grumble if anyone fussed over him for even a moment.”

Salman’s face grew solemn. “His heart is not what it was,” the merchant admitted. “He insists that all is well, but I have been watching closely—he tires easily and complains that his sleep is never sufficiently restful. I am glad you are home, Sirvan; it will be good for Jamshid to have his heir close in the coming years.”

“Yes,” Sirvan said, and sipped his tea. “My campaigning days are over now, and I plan to commit myself to aiding in Father’s business. To that end, I believe it is time that I take a wife.” He took a breath. “How is your daughter, Mahya?” 

Salman chuckled again, this time with a hint of nervousness. “Mahya is well. I have received many offers of marriage for her, and every day suitors arrive with gifts and discussions of business proposals. Some are quite tempting!”

“Might the son of your dear friend Jamshid add his own proposal to the list of offers?” Sirvan asked.

“I cannot deny Jamshid’s son such a thing! Of course you may. However, it would be more proper if Jamshid himself were to broker the discussion. Please make no mistake, I am sure you have received your father’s approval, but surely your travels have tired you? Allow yourself time to rest and recuperate, and we can discuss a potential marriage next month.”

Sirvan frowned, a protest springing to his lips, but a flicker of movement caught his eye. He looked, and saw a young woman peeking out into the courtyard from a window of the house. Her kohl-lined eyes were bright and shining, her lips full, her rich black hair pinned away from her shapely dark face. She smiled, and Sirvan dragged his gaze back to Salman with an effort.

“I have no desire to rush the friend of my father,” Sirvan said. “Thank you, Salman, for your consideration. I am sure that all shall work out in accordance with Ahura Mazda’s (5) will.”

After another hour of talk, Sirvan returned to the home of his father. Jamshid awaited him there.

“How did it go?” his father asked.

“Not well,” Sirvan admitted. “He says there are many other offers, and he does not wish to speak with me directly about the match.”

Jamshid nodded. “You are too forward,” he agreed. “Soldiering has blunted your sense of diplomacy. If you are truly set on Mahya, I will do my best to broker the match with Salman. But, my son… there are other women in Susa, you know.”

Sirvan sighed and massaged his aching knee. “I know,” he said, “but I have desired Mahya since before I could grow hair on my face; she has always been the one for me. I have dreamed of her, Father.”

Jamshid rolled his eyes. “Soldiers always dream of women when they are far from home. And with your leg…”

Sirvan raised his head to look at his father.

Jamshid held up his hands. “I am only stating that Salman may not think you capable of defending his daughter if an emergency should arise. We both know she is dear to him.”

“She smiled at me from the window,” Sirvan said.

“Hmph. And how many other suitors does she smile at?” Jamshid asked, but Sirvan didn’t have an answer to that.

Days passed. Sirvan rode his mare about the city, meeting his father’s business contacts and enjoying his time at home. But he was restless; with every passing day he thought of Mahya’s smile and her dark, mysterious eyes. At last, however, he was summoned back to the house of Salman by a messenger. He went as soon as he was able, and once more met the spice merchant in the courtyard.

“Sirvan!” Salman exclaimed with a smile. “I have thought long upon your words, and Jamshid has also spoken with me. I think a marriage of yourself to dear Mahya—and a marriage of Jamshid’s business to mine—would be very profitable indeed. However…” Salman trailed off, stroking his bearded chin theatrically. “I plan to purchase a country estate in the foothills of the mountains. Wine is growing more profitable, and having a vineyard there would please me greatly, I think. However, I hear troubling news: allegedly, a giant striped cat is terrorizing the mountain villages, and it must be dealt with before I can move forward with my plans. If you can bring me this beast—alive, preferably, so that I may start a menagerie—then I shall be certain that Mahya will be safe as a wedded woman. What do you say?”

“I…” Sirvan began, and then tried again: “That is… a very grand undertaking you are proposing, Salman. Are you quite sure—”

“Do you think it too great a task?” Salman asked, his eyes flooding with concern. “With all of your military experience, I was quite sure you could muster the strength to track and snare the beast. However, if you are less certain than I of your prowess…”

“No! No, I am perfectly capable,” Sirvan said. “However, this can’t be done in a day. Give me until Nowruz (6) to carry out this hunt for you, and I shall return with the cat.”

Salman beamed. “Wonderful! I shall inform Mahya immediately; she was very pleased to hear of your interest in her.”

Sirvan’s heart leapt in his chest. “She was pleased?”

“Oh, yes. She has spoken of you often since your return,” Salman replied. “When shall you set out?”

“As soon as I am provisioned,” Sirvan promised, and returned home.

Jamshid was bitter as his son prepared for the journey. “You are a fool,” he said as Sirvan sharpened his sword and whetted his spearhead. “Salman asks too much, and frankly I have lost respect for him with this bargain he has proposed; it would have been better to have simply refused your offer of marriage to Mahya.”

Sirvan, on the other hand, was calm. “I can catch a tiger, Father.”

Jamshid was not convinced. “Even with your leg?”

“I have a horse. And I can hire some local men to guide me and help me set the trap; I’m sure they want to be rid of this cat as much as Salman wants to put it on display in a cage.”

Jamshid sighed, then kissed his son’s forehead and bade him travel safely. As Sirvan rode the gray mare out of Susa, down the road leading northeast into the Zagros Mountains, Jamshid went to the nearest temple and prayed to Ahura Mazda. His prayer rose with the smoke that curled into the clear blue sky and then disappeared into the upper air.

Footnotes:

Pārsa = Persian form of Persepolis

Elamites = native people of Elam, a region within Mesopotamia

Zarathustra = Persian form of Zoroaster, founder of the Zoroastrian religion

Refers to the exile of the Hebrews of Judah to Babylon by Nebuchadnezzar in the Old Testament. It is likely that, upon the lifting of this exile, not all of the exiled Jewish people immediately returned to Judah—some may have even chosen to stay.

Ahura Mazda = the supreme deity of goodness and light in Zoroastrianism

Nowruz = the Persian New Year, nowadays celebrated around the time of the Spring Equinox

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Dnd monsters explained: Weretiger

Weretigers are ferocious hunters and warriors with a haughty and fastidious nature. Lithe and sleekly muscular in humanoid form they are taller than average and meticulously groomed. Weretigers grow to enormous size in animal and hybrid form but they can fight in their more refined humanoid form when they can. They don't like to pass on their curse because every new Weretiger means competition and prey.

Weretigers live in jungles on the fringes of humanoid civilization traveling to isolated settlements to trade or revel. They live alone or hunt in small family groups.