"Babe, tigresses don't submit," Quinn told me, his voice husky. "When she turns around and shows her ass like that, she's not saying 'I'm sick of running away so I'll hold still while you inseminate me'. She's saying something more like the things you say when we make love... 'fuck me, please, make me come'. Animals can't tell each other in words what we want, so we find other ways. That posture where she sits down with her hips tilted a little, and then moves her tail to the side... she's saying 'enough with the foreplay, fuck me already'. She's making a demand of him, not giving in to something only he wants. You really don't refuse a tigress in heat when she tells you to fuck her," he grinned.
Lying in bed facing one another, I could feel that he'd had enough of talking. I'd asked him what the tiger part of him needed sexually, and he really wanted to just grab me and show me. No way was that gonna happen. Amelia had helped me find a whole lot of information about tiger mating habits on the internet a few days before, and he wasn't doing any of that stuff to me. I'd seen so many video clips: tigers in zoos mating, tigers in wildlife documentaries mating, tigers in tiny cages mating, and it all looked the same: nasty.
"But he grabs her neck and holds her still," I protested.
It was the part of his animal nature that I worried about the most, wondering how long it would be until the tiger won out, holding me down and biting me... it scared me senseless that he might do that to me one day; I knew I couldn't cope with it, not after everything else. When Bill did that kind of thing a couple years ago it was OK, but since then... so much had happened, and my feelings had changed.
"No, no, he doesn't," he sputtered, getting frustrated. "It's nothing like that. When humans watch animals mating, they see what they want to see: big, powerful men making meek, submissive women have sex." He glowered at the thought of it. "They just ignore all the careful approaches, the long courtship, the smooching and grooming and touching just a little, and then a little more, until she finally lets you get right next to her... they ignore that it's the woman looking for a mate, initiating it all... they don't want to see that. They edit it all to look like the female gives in and offers her ass to the pushy bastard, and he jumps on top and does her and then runs away. But it's not like that.
"If you and I were in animal form and some moron caught what we did in the kitchen yesterday morning on camera, they'd make it look like you just walked in and I fucked you and that's that... they'd ignore all the other great stuff we've been doing, so they can pretend animals do it the way they want human women to do it, and go around saying that's what's natural. Just because so many human men aren't much interested in courting, or foreplay, or in women being in control, doesn't mean animals feel the same way."
"But I saw videos!" I exclaimed, annoyed. "He bites the back of her neck really hard, so she can't get away. Just like you said shifters do."
He could see this was about to turn into a screaming argument, and knew that wouldn't help things at all - so he came up with another plan. An instant later, he was lying behind me instead of in front, not yet touching me but so, so close.
"Babe," he whispered in my ear, his voice low and seductive again, "if you had to keep all four paws on the ground so you didn't put weight on your mate and hurt her... if it was the only way your bodies really fit together... wouldn't you still want to touch her, the only way you could?"
Before I could answer, he planted a gentle little nip on the spot where my shoulder met my neck, making me gasp.
"And wouldn't it just seem so perfect, if you could reach one of the most sensitive parts of her body while you fucked her?"
He pushed my hair out of the way and ran his rough feline tongue over the back of my neck, from the spot he just nipped to the one behind my ear that made me melt... and then he nipped me there, too. I moaned when he did, trying to push back against him. He made sure I couldn't reach him, so the only place we were touching was the back of my neck.
He kept on teasing me, and as he licked and nibbled all over the back and side of my neck, then down towards my shoulder, I was trembling, shuddering, whimpering for him... I wanted his prickly tongue and his sharp teeth all over me, not just confined to one small, exquisitely sensitive area. But then I realized what he'd just told me, that this was all a tiger could do to touch his mate while he fucked her, and suddenly it all made sense. If you could touch your lover in only one place, of course those touches would get intense, out of control, a little rough even...
He bit down harder then, and I made one of those cries that sound almost pained, the pleasure so intense my brain couldn't work out quite how to respond. Then he rolled me onto my belly and crouched over me on all fours, pushing my hair out of the way so he could repeat everything he'd just done on the other side of my neck. 'Exquisite' was the only word that came to mind as I lay there panting beneath him, my tightly-closed eyes rolling back in my head with every rough little nip.
"If you were a tigress," he murmured in my ear, "the scruff of your neck would be about three times as sensitive, and every time someone you liked touched you there, it'd feel so right... you'd feel safe and protected and loved and like you kinda belong with them... I've been told that having her scruff bitten is like the tigress equivalent of having your nipples pinched really hard when you're just about to come."
He punctuated that last part by sliding his hands underneath me and giving both my nipples a sharp little tweak as he kept on biting my neck, and I responded exactly as a cat in heat would, pushing my ass up into the air so he could take me. He kept me right there for a couple of minutes, loving the sounds I made as he tormented my nipples and nape, loving the smell as I got wetter and wetter for him. When he finally slid his hands back out from under me and started kissing my neck instead of biting it, I whined at him for stopping.
"So... does the neck biting still freak you out?" he teased, tracing my ear with his rough tiger tongue.
I shook my head just a little, too turned on to talk, but also not wanting to move my ear away from his mouth. Then I remembered something else I'd seen.
"If it really feels that good," I murmured, "why would she try to move her neck away from him?"
"Huh?" He stopped for a second, perplexed. "I've never, ever seen a tigress try to escape a good scruff bite. All tigers love it."
"But they put their heads down between their paws when a guy tries to bite them there," I insisted.
He finally realized what I was talking about, and immediately started laughing again. "They're not trying to get away," he explained. "If she keeps crawling along the ground, or she rolls over underneath him and scratches his face... then, she's trying to stop him."
"Then what's she doing?"
"Lift your head up," he whispered in my ear, "and I'll show you."
I did as he asked, not at all sure what this would prove, and as soon as I lifted my head, he went to nip the back of my neck again. It was OK but not great this time, the skin of my neck bunched up too tightly for him to get much purchase on it. I immediately started lowering my head again, stretching my neck out as far as I could so he'd be able to bite it properly... and then I understood.
"You get it now?" He nipped my neck again as he asked, making me gasp and wriggle underneath him.
"No," I lied, "keep showing me."
He chuckled but did as I asked, nipping, licking and biting my tender nape until my whole body turned to jell-o. When I finally rolled over to face him, I knew I had a big, silly grin on my face, but I didn't care a bit.
"So tigers aren't nasty selfish brutes to their mate after all?" I smiled wickedly, knowing I was provoking him.
He just gave me an amused smile. "Have you ever seen a tigress up close?" He waited until I nodded; I'd seen one in a zoo once. "Would you try to make her do anything she didn't want to?" He was pleased when my eyes widened and I shook my head emphatically. "Tigers don't feel all that differently... we might be bigger and stronger, but her claws are still just as sharp, and she's really quick with them when she wants to be. She can take an eye out before you can blink, if you piss her off. Anyone with even a tenth of a brain makes sure a tigress is cool with it before they get close to her. Besides, it's more fun when your mate's really into it... and the more she likes it, the more times you get to do it." He gave me a goofy grin.
"Is your scruff really sensitive?" I asked curiously.
His expression and his brain patterns both turned really excited. "Find out," he managed to gasp, his mind full of lust at the thought of it.
I reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, noticing for the first time that the skin there stretched far more than a regular human's. As I massaged his nape, pinching and stretching the elastic flesh, a look of utter bliss came over him, his smile making his cheeks dimple deeply, his posture utterly relaxed even on hands and knees above me. When I dug my fingernails in as well, he started moaning softly.
Then I remembered something else that tigers were supposed to like. I reached up to his chest and started kneading his flesh like a cat would, squeezing and releasing rhythmically with my nails, while my other hand kept tormenting the scruff of his neck. He just stared at me in wonder, trilling "oh babe" softly, over and over, his mind awash with ecstasy as my hand worked all over his chest. Having a handful of hard pec to dig my nails into was especially nice, and they got a lot of kneading before I was done. Each time one of my nails pressed into a nipple he looked like he was going to go into orbit, which was really, really fun to watch.
"You remind me of the tiger in one of those videos Amelia showed me, smiling like that," I giggled, staring at his blissed-out expression.
"Really?" he was surprised. "I've never seen a tiger get this happy over sex."
"No, he wasn't," I confirmed. "The tigress got confused or something and hopped on top of him instead. He was doing that kinda half-lying, half-sitting thing tigers do and she was rubbing against his ass and -"
"Huh?" He knew exactly what I meant but was pretending he didn't, hoping I'd play along and humor him. "You mean like this?" He lay down on his side next to me, his legs curled beside him, his shoulders turned forward so his weight was on his elbows, and looked at me. Watching him was almost pornographic, his movement so sinuous, muscles rippling as he re-arranged his body with the grace only a cat can.
"Yeah," I agreed, laughing at him. "And she kind of got on top of him and started rubbing against him..."
"Show me?" he begged, his mind buzzing with lust.
I was giggling as I sat myself up and knelt over him, moving just behind his body so I could rub against his fabulous butt cheeks... but as soon as I started grinding against him, my giggles turned to loud, lusty moans. I rubbed against him more forcefully, loving the feel of smooth, hard muscle against those sensitive parts, my knees sliding wider and wider apart so I could press my clit right against him. I humped him enthusiastically, surprised by how good it felt to rub myself against his ass, and he moved with me to make it feel even better.
"Mmmm, I can tell why this would make a tiger really happy," he grinned, watching me over his shoulder.
"She was doing this, too," I panted, kneading his lower belly, and he started purring loudly. My hands found their way to his mound and he gasped, the feel of my nails digging into the sensitive flesh driving him completely mad. As I alternated hands every few seconds, his eyes started flickering between purple and amber, the tiger part of him close to the surface, enraptured by my attentions.
Then I remembered what else I'd seen, and leaned right over him, reaching as far along his body as I could while I humped him hungrily. At first I could only reach his shoulder blade, so I nipped him there. As soon as I did, he knew what I was trying to do and raised himself up higher, pressing his hands into the mattress instead of his elbows so his neck was in my reach, stretching it out in offering to me.
I bit down on his nape, tugging at the supple flesh, and 'hearing' how amazing it felt for him when my teeth held his scruff pushed me right over the edge. A deep, intense orgasm shook my body, pulling a long, low moan from me as I fell forward, still rubbing against him. I shuddered for a long time, lying limp on top of him as he turned his head to kiss my forehead, the only part of me he could reach. It was only while I was basking in the wonderful afterglow that I realized I'd bitten down hard when I came, drawing blood as my teeth dug into his scruff.
"Was that OK?" I whispered in his ear, determined not to freak out unless I'd actually hurt him. Tigers like being bitten, I reminded myself.
"OK?" He answered, grinning over his shoulder at me. "No, it was fucking awesome."
I giggled then. "Yeah, the tiger in that video kinda looked happier than all the others combined."
He just nodded in agreement, thinking how amazing it was that I'd hump him like a tigress in heat, even biting his scruff as I did. Apparently that was a big treat for a tiger; they were usually the biters, not the bite-ees, and absolutely loved it when someone returned the favor.
I was still grinning blissfully as I slid off him, landing on my back beside him with my legs draped over his. He shifted onto his side and curled around me, so we could cuddle some more... but then I realized what I'd just done.
"Aarrgghh," I groaned, covering my hands with my face. "I can't believe I'm taking sex tips from the Discovery Channel!"
He burst out laughing, pulling one hand away from my face so he could plant little kisses all over me.
"You're mated to a wild beast now," he teased. "Where else would you get sex tips? Besides, human porn's a million times worse than watching animals do it."
"How do you figure that?" I asked skeptically, certain it was far more depraved to watch animals having sex than people.
"Well, if you started watching that crap," he whispered in my ear, "you might get the same stupid ideas humans get from it... like thinking these would be better with hard lumps of plasticky stuff in them..."
He slid just a little way down my body, massaging one of my breasts gently as he planted kisses all over the other, practically worshiping them. I could 'hear' that to him, they were utterly perfect, a handful for even a man of his size, with just the right blend of softness and firmness, and he thought my aureoles were the most gorgeous color he'd ever seen. My soft, happy moans weren't enough for him though, not nearly an adequate testament to his love of my body, so he turned his attention to my nipples. With his fingers circling one and his mouth wrapped around the other, those little happy moans soon turned louder and more intense... which was far more to his liking.
"...or that sticking-out bones are a bigger turn-on than this..."
He slid down further, his mouth finding the thin layer of padding that covered my hip bones, kissing and nipping it until he had me squirming. As he did, his hands stroked my curves, caressing the section where ribs nipped in to waist flared out to hips. He rubbed his cock against my leg as he did, letting me feel what my soft, rounded contours did to him. He was dripping with arousal, so turned on just from touching me that he throbbed almost painfully. He looked up into my eyes then, staring at me with an intoxicating mix of reverence and lust.
"...or that there's something wrong with having fur..."
I giggled as he said it, but he was between my legs a moment later, pushing them wide apart so he could play with my fine blond curls, delighted that I wasn't fashion-conscious enough to have it all ripped out so I looked pre-pubescent again. He hated that look.
He buried his face in my 'fur' for a few seconds, moving around so the short hairs tickled him, then pulled back with a bunch of them still caught in his mouth, tugging on them gently in a way that caused the most incredible sensations, all around the spot where I wanted them most. He was gazing into my eyes the whole time, watching me bite my lip and whimper with need, thinking how beautiful I was.
He let those few golden strands slide through his teeth slowly, then tugged them again, and again... his hands tormented my entrance in just the same way, tugging the hairs gently over and over, timing it so intense sensation moved all around, bursting first from one spot, then another and another... I couldn't look away from him, hoping my eyes were begging loudly for what my mouth couldn't form words to ask for. He saw my need and kept teasing me, loving the sound of my anguished cries, so desperate for just that little bit more...
When he finally touched his tongue to my nub, I came almost instantly, so worked up from what he'd been doing that I couldn't hold on, couldn't savor his touch, no matter how much I wanted to. He saw the mix of ecstasy and hunger on my face as I squirmed and screamed beneath him and chuckled, knowing just what he did to me and loving that he could.
Then his mouth was all around that tender pearl, sucking it so, so gently, and after a few agonizing seconds when it was too much, the flesh so sensitive any touch was unbearable, it suddenly felt incredible again. I let out a long, satisfied sigh and he sucked just a little harder, and then a little more, until I was writhing around underneath him. Then his fingers were inside me as well, claiming and stretching and stroking every part of me, and my bucking hips nearly threw him off me as my insides trembled for him once more.
By the time I opened my eyes afterward, he was already above me, his intent absolutely clear: the condom told me he was going to fuck me, but it was his wild amber eyes that said it would be a long, hard ride that would leave me tender all over. He was certain I was ready, that he'd kissed and caressed and licked and fingered my body to that point where anything was possible, but he paused anyway, giving me a few seconds to tell him if I wanted him to slow down. I didn't.
He lifted my hips off the bed and drove into me, his aim utterly perfect as he hit just the right spot, first time. He was very, very happy with himself as he watched me throw my head back harder into the pillow, my features bathed in bliss, and I was very, very happy with him too.
"...or you might even get the idea that a man has to bang away at you for hours to make you scream his name..."
I only barely registered his words, and he knew it. He was stroking that wonderful spot inside me so hard, so fast that all I could do was scream, the feeling so intense, so brilliant I was utterly beyond words. Say my name, he thought loudly, or I'll stop.
"Oh, John," I managed to gasp, then immediately started screaming again, "oh John oh John oh John oh John oh John OH JOHN."
I opened my eyes just in time, so I was staring up at him as my body milked him convulsively, his grin enormous as he watched me explode. But it still wasn't enough. As he felt my climax ebb, he suddenly drove all the way into me, hard, forcing me to stretch all around him. My eyes flew open again, and for just a second it was too much, it hurt... and then I was coming again, the intense new stimulation just what I needed to draw this out. I was all screamed out, but the little gasping cries I made as my insides trembled told him I was still going, and he smiled even more.
He gently lowered my hips back down to the bed, lying on top of me with just enough weight on his elbows that he didn't hurt me - and just enough weight on me that I felt deliciously trapped by his huge, strong body. Then his lips were on mine, hot and passionate, kissing me as deeply as I'd ever been kissed, determined to rouse my limp, sated body for just a little more fun.
"Not done yet?" he asked hopefully, when I finally started kissing him back just as hungrily as he kissed me.
"Not hardly," I grinned. "Any other dumb ideas you don't want me getting?" I teased.
"Just one," he growled, making himself stay still just a moment longer, despite his desperate hunger to move inside me. "Those fake plastic nails, they don't feel half as good as the real thing..."
He gave me a hungry look and I took the hint, digging my nails into his back, which earned me a long, low, feral snarl. Yum. I dug them in even harder and he kissed me again, loving it when I bit his lip as well. He was moving now, hard and fast, staying as deep inside me as he could while his hips pumped compulsively, keeping in almost constant contact with my tender, tender nub. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight, overwhelmed by the feel of him filling me and pounding my clit, all at the same time.
As the pleasure built within me, I clawed at his back and his scruff, his growls so exciting I was desperate for more. It took a few minutes for me to get there again, milking him, trembling for him, but once I did, it was like I couldn't stop. Each time my body tried to come down from its high he was still there, still moving, still stretching me all around him as he pressed against my clit. The pleasure simply didn't end, each climax rolling straight into the next as the onslaught of wonderful sensation kept going and going. It was all I could do to whimper as my body trembled beneath him, tensing and releasing around him as my nails dug deeper and deeper into his back.
Finally, when I knew I was just about done, that my body could take no more of the endless, incredible bliss he was pounding into me, I grabbed his scruff again, tugging it hard as I bit his lip once more. It was all he needed, his body already overstimulated by the feel of me contracting all around him, over and over, for minutes on end. He roared as he came, and for the first time ever I was disappointed, wishing I could feel his hot liquid spill into me as he finished, my body managing one last wonderful aftershock as he pumped inside me.
When I looked up into his eyes they were still completely amber, and I knew it had been the tiger part of him in control as he fucked me into oblivion so wonderfully. I knew in an instant that I need never fear that part of him again; that if tigers were religious, fairies would be their Gods and Goddesses; that the animal in him loved me just as the man did, tenderly and unconditionally.
He collapsed on top of me, only just managing not to squash me as he did, barely conscious enough to make his elbows take some of his weight as his shoulders sagged forwards onto me. I held him tight, my body still twitching around him occasionally as though it still couldn't quite figure out how to stop. He was like a hot, comforting blanket of muscle covering me, albeit one that penetrated me to my very core, damp with sweat and panting in my ear as he recovered. Perfect. I had the giggles again, those happy hormones scrambling my brain to the point that even if nothing was funny, I was still full of glee.
"Mmmm, that was so great," he finally managed to mumble in my ear. "God, you're amazing, babe."
I giggled some more, planting kisses all over his shoulder.
"I could say the same for you," I purred. "I don't know what that was, but it sure was something else."
He pulled back to stare at me. "That's never happened to you before?" he asked, astonished. "Never?"
"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "Is that even normal? For it to happen so many times, or for so long, or whatever that was?"
"Oh man," he grinned, kissing me fiercely. "You just had multiple orgasms for the first time." He was radiating joy now, thrilled for me.
"You've seen that before?"
"Yeah, but I've never felt like I could take credit for it," he beamed. "But I was on top and doing most of the work so -"
"Yes, you can take full credit for it," I giggled.
"Oh, man," he repeated, looking even more overjoyed, if such a thing were possible.
I dissolved into another fit of giggles. "You look so happy, you'd think you were the one who just had multiple orgasms," I teased.
He just beamed back and kissed me again, overflowing with pride.
I could 'hear' that he'd been secretly worried it wasn't just the blood bond that kept me wanting Eric; that I would always miss the skills of a man with a thousand years' practice... who had bedded, by his own admission, at least a quarter of a million people, possibly double that... whose reputation as a lover was apparently legendary on five continents... and on top of all that never had to breath. When I realized why he thought that last part was so important, I couldn't help but blush a little. To have pleasured me in some way that no-one else ever had made him unimaginably happy, hopeful he might satisfy me fully, one day. He just didn't seem to realize that he already did.
"Nobody's ever cared about satisfying me as much as you do," I murmured, trying to tell him how great he was.
But he just shrugged it off. "You're my mate," was all he said, as though that completely explained his devotion to me.
I pulled him down to kiss me some more, and it seemed like he finally understood how happy I was to be with him, how much I appreciated all he did for me, how much I was looking forward to spending the rest of my life in his arms. We kissed for a long time, staying locked together as long as we could, until he heard Hunter stirring across the hallway and we both knew we had to get up.
"Mmmm, when my day starts this well, what could possibly go wrong?" I grinned, as we untangled ourselves to face the world.
"Famous last words," he chuckled, not really meaning it.
But unfortunately, he was right: by ten o'clock that morning, barely an hour later, the police would be pounding on my door.