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grabby-smitten · 8 days ago

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Concrete Jungle: King of the beasts

Summary: Buying a hybrid was not what you had in mind when you asked for independence. Sylus didn’t like humans but his owner was the exception.

Subjects: Albino lion Hybrid!Sylus x F!Reader

Word count: 4.1k+

Content Warnings: Hybrid AU, smut, owner reader, kissing, cunnilingus, P in V, breeding, cnc if u squint really hard, biting, textured tongue. Use of words like predator/prey, cunt, pussy, kitten. Not edited and no beta.

A.N: I learned that big cats can’t purr and I was so disappointed. Oh, well….ah! I might do one for each li. k bye 💋

“Are you sure, I need one?” You’ve asked your parents that question for the umpteenth time.

“Yes, a hybrid is a good caretaker and it would make us feel better knowing one is protecting you.” Your father answered with a tired smile, understanding your uneasiness but they weren’t going to change their mind.

Moving out and finally becoming independent was just one step away from happening. Your parents were against it at first. Coming from money means someone will always be after your trail, danger and they had overprotected you, their only daughter since… well, even before you were born. They weren’t able to have natural children so you were conceived through artificial methods. Which, according to your parents, was a whole ordeal and suffering. Details that you rather not know.

It was time, though, to deep your toes into a world of your own. You wanted freedom for once. No dozens of bodyguards, no tracking devices and no fear of the unknown.

The part of convincing your parents was hard. No, after no, after no. Until, the head of security, taking pity on you, suggested buying a hybrid for you. Not just any hybrid; one specially made to protect and serve.

Now it was your turn to profoundly refuse. Everyone had one and those who didn’t, desired one… like some kind of accessory. It sickened you and besides, you didn’t want another responsibility. You wanted your own life! Not taking care of some… dog? Cat? Fish?

In the end, you had no other choice but to agree and here you were, in some facility. Breeding facility? Training? You didn’t care enough to pay attention, honestly.

Walking behind your parents in an all-white hall, smelling like antiseptic and gagging at the chemical sensation in your throat, you started to notice how the white walls began to turn into cages. Placards hung in the walls near the tinted glass and steel bars of the cages with descriptions of the… hybrids?

Looking up from the labels, you finally realized you no longer were alone. Each cell was occupied by humanoid-shaped shadows. The tint of the reinforced glass obstructed your vision but it was clear they were there.

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize a couple of strangers had joined your family. Paying a bit more attention to their chatter, you concluded they were doctors or scientists from this facility. They were explaining something about their products and that it was the best the market could offer. You frowned at their words. It was like you were buying a car… they even explained the insurance policy.

“And this specimen, right here, is our finest hybrid!” One of the men talking to your parents loudly explained.

You stepped closer to the placard and read the few words it contained. ‘Albino Lion Hybrid (Panthera leo Hybrid, large cat family Felidae). Apex predator (no natural enemy known). Renowned king of the beasts. More active at night. Preferable habitats: grassland, dense scrub, savanna, and open woodland. Nomadic male.’

Your eyes widened once your brain processed the information. This was no guard dog or house cat. Before you could utter a complaint about how obnoxious this all was, the tinted glass cleared and you were looking straight into a pair of scarlet eyes.

Sylus almost laughed at the face of the female standing outside his cell. The little mouse seemed in shock to see him there. What was she expecting? Where else would he be? If not caged and on display here— absurd, he thought. All humans that came here, came for one thing and one thing only; to purchase a wild species, a unique breed to flaunt to their peers. Sylus continuously thought about how weird these humans behaved in society. Their hierarchy dynamics were messed up and he despised that.

You felt his eyes mocking you, such deep red and the only thing you could feel was irritation. Frowning, you turned your head and left him. See how he likes grouching on his own.

Once you were a few steps away, the scientists or doctors stared at the red-eyed big cat hybrid with wonder and… respect? This place was bonkers, you thought to yourself.

“So this is the one?” Your mother asked and marveled at the sight of the lion hybrid. White-silver hair, large, powerful presence, and sharp features.

“Yes, ma’am. Our best subject. Well trained in all the aspects you requested and fairly knowledgeable which is hard to come by with these beats.”

Hearing all that gave you stomach reflux, the acidity burning your esophagus. Your dam was about to break and all your pent-up feelings would end up costing you your freedom if it wasn’t for the red-eyed hybrid. He knocked on the glass and you jumped, startled. You were surprised, he even beckoned you with a finger and again, surprised now with yourself, you automatically obeyed.

It was like a trance. A hypnotic daze of sorts. Both met face to face once again, only separated by the reinforced glass. For a moment you were distracted, the outburst you were about to have laid dormant in the back of your head.

What is this…? Sylus couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity. That’s why he was so close to the glass earlier too. He couldn’t see the other side a while ago but something was pulling him there. The whole day he felt restless and on guard as if something resonated within him.

Could this be—

“Ah! Marvelous! Look! They are already interested in each other! Sylus is not showing any signs of hostility or repulsion…” a different scientist exclaimed with eagerness, interrupting whatever connection you had with Sylus at that moment.

Not many words were needed to convince your parents after that show you and Sylus put up. Papers were signed, money transferred and a very confused Sylus was sedated and prepared for shipment.

The big city. Polluted air, noisy streets twenty-four hours a day, and hybrids everywhere. Most people carried one; a human with some animal characteristics, and now you were one of them too. Sylus was scheduled to arrive in a few minutes. All the things you would need to care for him were already in your apartment and even his paperwork. Name, birth, permits and you; listed as his owner.

The melodic tune of your ring bell announced the dreaded moment. You knew Sylus would be escorted here and that most of the traveling time he would have been sedated, but still the long distance between your new home and the facility he was kept in was almost six hours away. You feared a big grumpy cat.

Oh boy… grumpy was an understatement. He didn’t look happy. The moment he stepped foot in and all the straps holding him were taken off, he waited for the delivery people to disappear and he pounced. Surprisingly not on you. He went through all your stuff. According to the guide you received he was scenting. He went through your whole house; rubbing, scratching and overall making a mess.

“Stop! Hey, hmm… Sylus? You don’t have to scent my clothes.” You tried talking to him but he was not interested in your opinion, apparently. He just glanced at you and kept doing whatever he was doing before, like you were the one, not understanding. You had to snatch your underwear from his closed fist in a panic.

He went nonverbal for a week. A week! You were going insane. Yes, he obeyed. Yes, he was extremely independent and didn’t cause any more commotion besides the panty situation on the first day. But God… he was extremely quiet. It wasn’t until you commanded him to that you realized you should have read the manual until the last page; not only the summary.

“Sylus! Say something!” You demanded; going insane was not in your plans for the foreseeable future. They never told you he was mute or anything of that nature.

“Is there anything you need from me, my lady?” His deep and slow voice had your heart leaping out from your chest.

You just stood there, gaping and looking at him like you couldn’t believe he was able to make a sound. Yeah, not even his steps produced sounds. Sylus examined his human with a gleam of humor in his sapphire eyes. This face was a common one for her and he found it… almost endearing. It reminded him of the first time you two met.

“You can talk…” you whispered low and saw how his fluffy round, and white ears twitched. “You can talk!” Again, you exclaimed, pointing a finger at him in disbelief. “Why haven’t you said anything before?!”

“I wasn’t allowed to,” he calmly explained. That mischievous twinkle in his eyes never left, “my owner never requested me to do so until now.”

And that’s how you spend almost three days reading the darn manuals with a now very talkative feline.

You found that Sylus was more than just a pet. He could cook, clean and even force you to exercise which ended up backfiring. You couldn’t keep up with his supposedly healthy routine. A healthy lifestyle means a happy owner, and you would curse under your breath every time he repeated it.

In general, you were happy, he seemed happy and living with him was easier than you thought. Quickly, you two began to build a bond and it was a matter of time before he began to realize why it had been so easy to adapt to this human. His human which is how he referred to you.

Following the manual, you always made sure to have everything Sylus would need. Even his heats. At first, you tried to get him a heat partner and it was a mess. More like you were a mess. Even Sylus was surprised at how you ended up kicking out the poor rental gazelle hybrid in less than five minutes. You didn’t understand what took over you to be so… overprotective.

Oh, but Sylus was not complaining. Watching you almost declare war in his name gave him a deep satisfaction. So much so that he accepted to take suppressants for the time being.

After that incident, things began to change drastically. Sylus in return became a bit more aggressive towards any living creature that was in less than a mile radius of you. Growling, pushing, and even wrapping you with his tail and pulling you towards his body anytime he felt you were in danger. Yeah, you were in so much danger from the tube man… that air dancing balloon from the car wash a couple of blocks away.

“It can be that bad…” you took hold of his arm around your waist in a reassuring manner.

He’s been walking with you in his hold since you crossed paths with the inflatable dancing man.

“It has erratic movements. You never know what he might do next.”

Yeah, it was a recurring situation.

Yeah, he was prepared for everything and anything. Well, except one morning when his nose woke him up.

A sweet intoxicating scent traveled through his nostrils and shook him awake. He felt his mouth water, his canines aching, and his eyes turning into thin lines. The predator in him had been disturbed and its awakening meant trouble.

In all his years in captivity, he had never felt such hunger. Something was clawing in his chest, desperate to come out, each intake of air was pulling his sanity deeper and deeper while the monster surfaced.

Like any good hunter, he let his nose guide him through the house. Following such an intoxicating aroma took him to your door. There he stood—elaborated breathing, sharp fingers encrusted on his palms searching for restrain. You were inside; sleeping soundly in the early hours of the morning. He could hear your soft breathing mixing with his wildly beating heart. Knowing you weren’t aware of the predator outside your door sent a jolt of excitement through his body. Easy prey.

Was it you? Were you the one producing such… inebriant aroma? Why?

He took the handle with a death grip, his rational side fighting against instinct. He felt the urge to hunt, pursue, chase… this… this aroma and make it his own. With an internal battle raging inside him, Sylus felt the door weighed heavy on his palm, the handle burned, but he still stepped in.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, it made no difference to him that you slept in complete darkness; his ruby-red eyes could see just fine. Then, his gaze focused on your sleeping form, little movement from your steady breathing and you had no idea that a hungry predator stood at the foot of your bed.

But Sylus didn’t move, didn’t pounce on you like he wanted. Torn between instinct and duty, he was frozen in place, sweating and overwhelmed with indecision. Your scent was clouding his every sense, making it even more difficult to do the right thing. It was like time had stopped and the only thing on his mind was the palpitations in his groin for even letting his skin touch the hair surrounding you.

What was the right thing? He asked himself. Neck—cracking as his body suddenly shuddered in pain, Sylus was holding himself back by a fine thread.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. You were not like his kind who would accept mating just because of a sudden heat. You were human and he had that fact ingrained into his mind. With a whimper of pain and trepidation, Sylus walked over to the side of your bed; every step was excruciating for the hybrid. Once he reached the edge, he did like every other night shared with you. Sylus, silently whining, laid beside you and wrapped his arms tightly, but this time he kept a generous distance between his hips and your back.

He was not a mindless beast. Not to you.

“Sylus… I can’t breathe…” you don’t know when, you don’t know how, but Sylus always ended up sleeping on top of you like a weighted blanket. “Sylus!”

“You don’t wanna know what I did to the last person who woke me up.” Each word came with a little slur at the end, he was barely waking up. No a second goes by and you felt his spiked tongue grooming the nape of your neck and soft growls shaking your whole body.

“Someone’s happy today, hmmm?” You asked in a short breath, reaching for his round and fluffy ear. As you scratched, you heard the deep grumbles of satisfaction increasing.

“Smells good…”

You felt him sniffing all over your chest, deeply inhaling, moving his head downwards. Sylus pulled your covers in a hasty manner and kept descending. Your eyes widened as you realized where he was going and your feet quickly stopped him; placing them on his shoulder and chest.

“Sy-Sylus! S-stop!” Your hands joined your legs and feet, placing your palms on his mouth and the rest of his face. “What do you—“

You stopped mid question as you felt a bit of moisture in between your legs. In a panic, your mind counted the weeks since you moved in and you have forgotten to make an appointment for your birth control replacement… which meant you must be ovulating. How could you forget? It’s been weeks! With everything happening after moving, getting Sylus and adapting to the new city. You had completely forgotten…

A muffled sound came from behind your palm and then a rough tongue pushed against your skin. You slowly retracted your arm, looking at him with apologetic eyes. It was your fault, after all.

“I was saying that you seem to be in need of assistance,” he uttered, arching an eyebrow at your saddened face.

His heavy body was pressing against the sole of your feet, your legs kept him at bay and it surprised you how… physically insistent he was being.

“What do you mean?” You quickly replied, feigning ignorance and he seemed to know your every trick because his first reaction was to give you one of those salacious smiles of his.

“You can’t exactly lie to my nose, kitten.” He almost growled every word, sending shivers through your body. “You’re fertile.”

Before you could even utter a word to contradict his truth, his hands brushed the back of your raised legs for then his fingers gently tapped your skin. You let out a squeak of surprise and swiftly moved your legs, thus giving him an opportunity to nestle in between your thighs.

“If you’re making fun of me, it’s not funny,” you rebuked, but even as you said that the pressure and sudden ache in your lower regions began to increase with the proximity and weight of Sylus.

“I’m not.” He chuckled and it reverberated down your tummy, sending deep palpitations through your core, “you didn’t read the whole manual yet, now did you?” His finger gently tugged your chin, making you stare right into his crimson orbs.

“No…” you sheepishly mumbled, embarrassed of being found again and your lack of knowledge about some stuff still in the encyclopedia-like book you were given.

“Give me the order and I will deliver, Kitten.” He whispered, eyes calling for your surrender. Sylus was pushing the right buttons by being so close, touching you, and having you cornered right where he wanted you.

“You mean…” voicing your hesitation didn’t deter him from destroying your inhibitions, brick by brick. His eyes were hypnotizing, he would give you anything you wanted and you knew you would be safe, right?

He had you caged between his body and the bed, your mind going a mile per second and your heart racing just as fast. No, he wasn’t moving an inch more and you knew he wouldn’t unless you said so.

“Okay…” you sighed finally removing a burden from your shoulders, “h-help me.” You wanted him to alleviate your aching.

“As you wish, Kitten.”

Not soon had those words left his lips, he was on you. You felt the heaviness of the impact of his lips on you. He had seemed calm while talking but his actions spoke differently. Sylus’ kiss was demanding, fiery even. His tongue took no time to slip in between your abused lips, delivering tentative licks to yours; as if tasting and enjoying you.

He kept his low throaty snarls flowing over your body, crushing you against the sheets. You could taste him too, wild, intense, so Sylus. Two bodies lay in the bed, limbs intertwined. Sylus hands traveled up your body, fingers gripping at anything he could find, your moans being greedily swallowed.

His tail kept a steady thumping behind him, lulling you deeper into his embrace. You would let him do anything, be anything if it meant this fire ignited in your chest would never cease to exist.

Sylus grasped the back of your head, fisting strands of your hair for him to pull back and expose your neck to his aching teeth. He felt euphoria ran through his veins as soon as his pearl whites connected with your tender skin. A growl and the stinging stab on your neck made you gasp, hands gripping his collar to bring him even closer as if that was possible.

In a hurry, his other hand began to tear away your pajamas as his teeth continued to gnaw almost painfully at your throat.

In a blink of an eye, you were lifted and bent. Your face harshly met the warmth of pillows. Gone were your clothes. In what moment exactly? You don’t recall and you didn’t really care at that moment.

“I knew it– fuck– the moment I saw you, I knew it.” Sylus rasped out, breath suddenly hitting your nude backside. “This was mine before you even knew it.”

He suddenly lifted your hips, exposing your dripping core to his crimson gaze. You whimpered as the cold hair hit you, hands gripping the bedsheets, and that’s all you could see. Your own fist and abundant white.

“Sy-Sylus!” You shrieked.

Your exposed pussy was invaded by his mouth, and a low vibrating sound joined. His bumpy tongue lapped eagerly, the texture making you mewl and tremble as you unconsciously tried to pull away. Now the chuffing sound changed to a growl of displeasure, his hands quickly moved to your lower tummy and pressed you back against his awaiting lips.

A mess, a wet and sloppy mess. That’s what Sylus was, still holding your body against his face. He couldn’t care less about anything other than your flavor and sounds overtaking his entire being. He slurped, nipped and spit back in just to repeat it all over again.

It took no time to have you trashing and shaking on his grip, cuming on his face, the chuffing sounds intensifying with your moaning.

Skin on skin, no clothes separating him from you, you didn’t register when he freed his body of them. Too lost to care, too much at once to have a sense of anything other than Sylus.

“You take me so well… My kitten—made for me…” he growled as he slipped every inch of him. Your warm walls protested at the intrusion as he mounted you.

Pinning you down, chest pressed against your back and your face shoved into your drool-stained pillows.

“If you keep struggling, kitten… I– fuck, fuck– you’re making it really hard to hold back” he groaned as his eyes zoomed in on your head trashing and shaking. The predator in him just looming around the corner, his female ready for the taking.

“It’s too big!” Your scream was muffled by the pillow. As your wailing reached his ears, his cock throbbed and released a few ropes of white.

“You’re being so good, kitten. Just a… bit longer…” Sylus sighed with pleasure as the creaminess made it easier to thrust into you. Incessantly, hitting that spongy spot, making you cry out as you felt more burning cum filling you up. Both breathless, both panting and an arrange of noises filled the room.

“I feel so full! Sylus! I can’t!” Tears streamed down your face at how bloated you felt, but he kept pushing and bursting inside you. One after the other; face down you had no other option but to take it.

“Not full enough— you need more…” hips slamming into you, the squelching sound of your insides consuming the silence— him bottoming out again and again. “My cunt… will only have my cubs…”

You’re not sure how long it was, you were in and out. Lost a daze, being shoved, pressed and pounded mercilessly… Sylus voice swirled through your mushy brain— satisfaction, and ecstasy running wild through both of your bodies.

Blinking once, twice. You felt heavy and your foggy vision wasn’t helping. You still felt the aftermath of it all. Legs sporadically spamming, lower tummy so heavy and sore.

“You… came so much…” you whispered in between breaths. His cum was dripping from your tender hole, rapidly pooling on the bed. “Why?”

He shrugged, as he caressed your cheek.

“A lion’s thing,” he mumbled softly, pulling you closer and gently holding you.

The rest of the day you were spent. Too exhausted to do anything else. Sylus bathed you, changed the bedding, brought you drinks and food, and gave you the darn manual to finish it for once.

“Sylus!” You slapped his naked chest with indignation. “Here,” you pointed to an article you highlighted, “it says that lion hybrids can copulate for two to three days? Two hundred times in succession? Are you insane?” That explains a lot.

“I am just waiting for you to rest, humans are more delicate than I thought. We’re not moving from this room.” He deadpanned.

Your expression fell as his eyes seemed to show how serious he was being.

“I read that lionesses bite the male’s ballsack when they are upset or something,” you grinned wickedly. “I will do that if you don’t behave!”

“I wouldn’t oppose, sweetie.” He goaded. Your smile slowly faded as your threat was not working as planned. “So… I see you are feeling more… energetic.”

You threw a pillow at him before he pounced on you.

Ah, yes… a gentle protector a trusted guardian, but a beast on the sheets.

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dark-moonlust · 5 months ago

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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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