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Part 15

I doubted that it was going to fit in.

Which is usually a very bottom-like thing to say, so I hated myself for even thinking it as I remembered the countless times I'd heard the bitchy complaint. Still, Moondrop was tighter than anticipated, which I probably should've suspected given that he was a virgin.

My body trembled, causing my fingers to dig into his knees. I was staring down at this messy, panting tiger at my mercy. His chest heaved when he breathed in. Once he exhaled, it started shaking as his stomach muscles spasmed, and the tension let his hips twitch. His eyes fluttered open, and he mewled needily as if urging me to continue.

I clawed at his knees with wavering resolve, urging myself to stay level-headed despite the alcohol in my head making everything seem so simple. Suck him back up to size, lube him generously, and just fuck him bloody.

Only that I was afraid that I could take that literally.

"Ross," he whimpered, sounding like he was begging for something that I didn't dare to specify. He bit down on his bottom lip, and a slight frown edged itself onto his forehead as his brows pulled together. "Mate with me, please."

I groaned inwardly, cursing yet loving him for making this so damn difficult. I was definitely looking forward to delving into that tight ass.

His lips moved, then pressed together tightly, and this repeated before he said, "Please, Master?"

Pleasure rattled my bones, and I threw myself forwards, pressing our chests together while I captured his lips. Moondrop whimpered softly, but his tongue greeted me eagerly. He wasn't a good kisser, he wasn't an experienced kisser – and that made it so much more exciting. I loved being his first, loved showing him the ropes.

It meant that I had a certain responsibility, though. Besides, I didn't want to scare him off. Since he was mine, we had all the time in the world, so there was really no need to rush.

Except for the fact that my cock was rock hard, so much that I was afraid it might have bruised already.

I broke the kiss, then pulled him onto his knees, only to cause him to double over and fall into the sheets face first. I grabbed a fistful of hair, lifting his head. He arched his back to follow the movement, craning his neck barely enough to keep me from ripping his fur out.

The position was definitely uncomfortable - but shit, it was so hot to have him restrained like this, unable to do shit about the things I did into him.

Smirking, I placed my fleshy tip at his lips, feeling his breath fan across the delicate skin. I pushed inside, and immediately felt his solid fangs pressing against my softer flesh. "Be careful with your teeth, or you'll regret it."

His reply was muffled by my cock, but I couldn't care less. Tentatively, his tongue explored my length.

"Suck it."

His lips obediently sheathed my girth, tightening their grip on me, sending a jolt down my length that made my balls twists. Moondrop frowned – either disgusted, or confused, or profoundly concentrated. He pressed his tongue flat against my throbbing member, then sucked, teasing the first droplets of precum from me.

"God," I groaned as my hips bucked, thrusting my cock into his throat. He retched, body tensing. "I so want to – fuck you. – Shit."

I had been able to resist tearing his ass apart, but I now that I'd successfully claimed his mouth, there was no holding back. I fucked his throat, only pulling away when his body spasmed in resistance. Moondrop coughed furiously, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes as he squeezed them shut.

I grabbed my cock at the base, then drove myself towards release with a couple of quick strokes that slowed once I hurled my semen onto his back, milking every last droplet. I wiped my tip clean on his fur before I sat back, panting heavily, staring at nothing with eyes half-lidded.

Moondrop's mewling brought me back to reality.

I cocked my head to the side, eyeing the tiger. His fur was soaked in my sperm, something I could definitely get used to, though I decided not to think about that for the moment lest things got heated again.

Satisfied, I petted his head before I hooked my fingers behind his ear, firmly ruffling it. His body melted instantly, and I felt the weight of his head in my hand. He purred empathically.

"You're such a good kitty, Moondrop," I said quietly, and his volume increased dramatically, causing me to chuckle. I pulled my hand away, though, to start unbinding him. "I think we should get you cleaned up."

He hissed when the ropes came loose, then quickly brought his wrists up for inspection as he lay on his back, allowing me to fumble at the cord around his stomach. Apparently, his hesitation concerning my touch had disappeared completely.

The black tip of his tail thumped the sheets, catching my attention. "That wasn't mating."

I snorted at his accusing glare but quickly hid my treacherous lips from him by bringing my hand up to my face. He didn't seem to find this funny in the least.

"It's part of mating," I offered.

"Not mating," he growled.

Honestly, it was kind of cute. "We can't mate yet, Moondrop – or I'll hurt you, and I don't want that."

His ears perked up, and his tail finally stilled.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that bad."

His expression went blank. "Are."

"Whatever," I groaned, attempting to drop the topic. "I'll get you a plug, then we can work on mating."

"What's a plug?"

Apparently, we still had a long way to go – and I couldn't help but think that I'd managed to find an extraordinarily oblivious virgin. Sighing, I resigned to my fate. "It's something you put into your ass to stretch your muscles so it won't hurt when we have sex."

He frowned, looking endearingly thoughtful. Usually, he didn't seem to consider his actions very much. Then again, he usually wasn't this talkative, either. I smiled at the fortunate development and got up from the bed, gesturing for him to follow.

After a moment of silent debate, he followed me to the bathroom - walking on all fours, of course. His posture reminded me that I was more of a pervert than ever, but who cared? It was legal, it was consensual, and my desires were beyond my control, so I wasn't to blame.

Once we'd entered the bathroom, Moondrop ran past me and graciously leapt into the hot top. He turned to face me before he dropped onto his back, purring contently. The hot tub activated without command, a clear indication that this was his favourite past-time. Scratching my neck, I stepped towards the shower, only to be stopped by a quiet but resilient growl.

Moondrop was staring at me, eyes barely peeking across the tub's rim. I tilted my head to the side, raising my eyebrows in a silent question. His eyes narrowed. "Don't shower."

My fuzzy mind needed a moment to catch on. After all, I was tired, satisfied, and slightly drunk to top things off. His demand was annoying, and yet it was cute that he was being needy, so I decided to humour him and join him in the hot tub.

Moondrop flopped against my chest the moment I was seated, rubbing his cheek against my skin. While I didn't enjoy clingy behaviour, I certainly felt flattered, giving that he'd been intent on skinning me alive less than a week ago.

"Ross," he purred.

"It's Vince, kitty," I murmured into his fur, then kissed the top of his head.

He curled up in my arms. "Vince."