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Seeing him enter the building, the Tigress purred.
She had been watching him talking on the phone for over ten minutes, and she could feel her knickers already soaked. His face was gorgeous… but it wasn’t what had made her notice him –alright, maybe not all–, it was the way he held himself, the way he moved, as if he was a predator on the prowl.
It made her skin crawl and her insides shiver with anticipation.
A man like that was exactly what she needed, what she had hoped and wished for in all her solitary nights inside the pokeranch. Even the sex she’d had with the other Pokegirls (she specially preferred Boobisaurs, since their tentacles were very nimble, perfect for buggering her ass while they went at each other’s pussies… just the way she liked it) could not compare to the way her fingers moved when she imagined him taking her.
Just thinking about it made her pulse run and her hands wander into her knickers, to stroke at her wet folds in a vain attempt to release some pent-up tension.
She was warm, slick and incredibly sensitive.
She released a gasp and mewled, her eyes looking for the man that had made her this way.
The strong lines of his jaw, high cheekbones and his slightly crooked nose; his wide shoulders, the lines of tight, battle-ready muscles that showed on his arms and chest; the wide, powerful legs encased in tight pants.
She knew everyone’s eyes were on him, that every single one of the girls around her were looking at him just as she was, as if he was the most exquisite and expensive piece of meat.
And by the maker, they were all starving.
She most of all.
One of her fingers found her most sensitive spot while others teased the entrance of her two holes.
Her eyes floated to his face when he began speaking to the titmouse at the front desk and noticed the slight flare of his nostrils and the way his silvery eyes widened, suddenly alight with a fire that made her heart skip a beat.
“Master” she moaned under her breath, plunging two fingers inside her overly wet pussy. Her breath caught, and her eyes rolled up, reveling against her best wishes to keep him in her sights at all times.
“Mmmmmaster!” she mewled again, nearing the point of no return.
The fingers inside her panties moved furiously to reach the promised heaven of her orgasm, and at the top of it, she managed to regain control of her eyes and seek him out.
And their eyes met.
Despite the fact that she knew that on the other side of the window anyone would see only their own reflection, something primal told her that he was watching her.
He was watching her fingers go crazy inside her; he saw her knickers soaked and hanging from one of her legs; he saw her big tits swaying at the rhythm her fingers moved in and out of her; he could see her exposing her inner core, her very essence, for anyone to see.
The smile that appeared on his lips sent her way over the top, higher that she’d ever been before. Higher than she would ever be again if it wasn’t with him.
She screamed into her fist, cumming so hard that her back arched over the couch and her juices ran all the way down to the floor.
When she finally regained her senses, some deliriously delicious minutes later, the man was nowhere to be seen and neither were the girls around her. Looking out at the main entrance, all she could see was the titmouse retrieving a toy-friend from the lowest drawer; apparently she too had been affected by her man.
Her man.
She liked the sound of that.
Unfortunately, looking around, she was unable to discover where he had gone. She felt her chest tighten in apprehension. She would have liked nothing less than to get out of that place and search for his scent… to chase after him.
It didn’t matter to her where he went, she would follow him, and she would claim him –several times, as a matter of fact–, until her insides were full of his cream and her body smelled of him and him alone.
Just then a green light went on above her, signaling that everyone in the room –now only her– were to prepare themselves to parade in front of a prospect for tamer.
The tigress snorted with disgust.
If she had to put up with the leers of another of those snotty boys that lacked the charm and power of a fully-grown man she’d kill them… and then she’d escape. Hell, she’d kill the inspectors too. She was far too tired of being paraded like a chunk of meat and not –not fucking once– be chosen by any of them.
Every other girl from her generation had already been chosen, they were all gone with their tamers, having nice, all-nighters every other day… while she had to put up with the new girls whining.
In the past it hadn’t worried her much, but as the years passed, it became her mark of shame… and later on, the mark that made her unique. She had even threatened to neuter the little boys that had been attracted to her; if she wasn’t going to get chosen then she was going to do the choosing.
Straightening her back, she wondered about putting her panties on again, but since they were wet and cold now, she simply tossed them into the bin and went without.
The ‘exposition’ room wasn’t really far, but she wasn’t really in the mood to be rejected again, especially not when she had finally seen the man she wanted for herself. And reach heaven with his name on her lips.
Once she reached the room, she absentmindedly walked to her usual spot on the furthest corner, close enough to the windows so that she could see the night sky. Today there was a full moon and she could already feel its influence: making her blood boil and her insides getting wetter, preparing to get fucked like a bunnygirl in heat.
“And here I thought you were hiding” his voice made her head turn so fast that she felt it crack, but couldn’t care less.
He was even more imposing in person.
Her breath caught in her throat and her whole body tensed and then melted when a small roguish smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“No words?” his eyes twinkled merrily as he moved closer, backing her into the corner “you prefer acts, then.” He leaned further, placing his arms on the wall at the sides of her face; he sniffed, closing his eyes slightly “You still smell of it.” When he opened them, they were so wide that they only had a small portion of color around them.
The tigress swallowed with her eyes glued to his face and tried speaking, “s-smell-?” but her voice was small and weak, and her mouth felt as dry as the desert.
He closed the distance further to murmur right into her sensitive ear “wanton, excited, wet.” He enjoyed watching her skin crawl when he was that close. “You want me.” It was not a question, and she certainly wasn’t going to deny something so obvious. “Do you want me to do you, girl? To fuck your pussy until you’re raw and can take no more? Do you want me to bugger you then and fill your belly with my juice until you can taste me in your mouth?”
Each word, each syllable he spoke made her whole body jump and twitch in anticipation. Yes she wanted that, that and so much more. She wanted to lick and eat him, suck him until her belly was full. She’d do that every day and night until no matter what she ate, she would taste him. She wanted his cock inside her until her pussy was molded for him and no other would ever fit. She wanted to scream his name into the night until her lips could say no more than his name.
His eyes flashed with recognition and amusement, and the other side of his mouth lifted too.
“You will be mine for the taking, anywhere and anytime that I want. You will be mine, and if anyone ever dares to touch you… even look at you in any way I don’t approve, I’ll rip their heart from their bodies and make them eat it.”
His voice was so raw with power and such a firm resolution that it made her weak in the knees; but she did manage to nod, and his smile widened.
He took her by the arm and led her to one of the taming rooms in the building, and as soon as he had closed the door, his lips fell on hers and the world shook.
He was fierce, demanding; his hands ripped her clothes away so that he could directly caress her heated skin.
Fire. Earth-shattering kisses. Her blood turned to lava and her brain to mush, and still she did manage to learn his name just before she screamed it for the first time that night.
His tongue was moving along her nether lips, while a finger player with her button and another caressed her anus. Her hands landed on his head to pull him closer, wanting to feel him all the way to her core. He switched from lapping at her to biting her wet folds, and soon she was screaming his name over and over again, her insides convulsing like a wild animal.
He placed her on all fours, and then pushed her face against the mattress at the exact same moment he penetrated her, pushing his member all the way inside her in one powerful thrust.
She screamed incoherently when he let go of her face to grab her hips to pick up the pace, pounding hard and deep inside her, and so fast that she lost all coherent thought until she felt him spill his seed in the deepest recess of her womb. But even as her body twitched and spasmed from the greatest orgasm of her life, she felt him pull out and, before she had any time to recuperate, his long hard member was filling her rectum.
She didn’t last much longer that time, nor the next or the one after. And after a while, all she could feel were the coming and goings of her orgasms, without interruption. Each thrust sent her over the edge again; each time he pulled out, she felt her body tense and refuse to let go of him, and when he had finally spilled his seed inside her anus a whole of two times, he withdrew fully and brought his half-erect member to her face, where she showed him the extent of her appreciation.
He lasted longer that she expected, and while her jaws ached and her breasts felt slimy and raw, a feeling of divine elation rode up to her chest and refused to let go.
Totally spent, her tamer, her master pulled her under the covers of the bed and embraced her tightly from behind, making her purr in satisfaction.
“Keep that up and you’ll make me hard again” he warned surprising her; but what amazed her most was the proof that he wasn’t lying.