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Part 20

He was wearing clothes – and walking on his legs, only his legs. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, confused because of the change in appearance. Besides, Moondrop was literally following at Leah's heels when they walked into the apartment, and that obedience royally pissed me off.

I fixed my glare on Leah. "Why is he wearing clothes?"

"Seriously, that's your problem?" she deadpanned. "Hey, Vince, nice to return home, too. We've missed you so much."

I got the implication, but I couldn't bring myself to act like I was happy that Moondrop was back. While I could certainly imagine several scenarios where I enjoyed his presence, our current relationship lacked all necessary requirements for any of them. Besides, she'd said she'd fix him, but he still looked ready to behead me.

"Okay, I think I've done my part, I'll leave you guys to it, then," Leah chirped, then slipped out of the door before either Moondrop or myself could question her decision. Suddenly alone, we were left to stare into each other's eyes, and I hated being looked down at. The tiger was actually two inches taller than I was, something I had safely ignored up to that point since he'd been crawling around all the time.

"Where did you go?" I asked flatly.

Moondrop pulled at his shirt. It was infuriating how he wasn't talking to me, especially because Leah had told me on the phone that they'd been having a nice chat, so it really was just me that he refused to talk to. My fingers dug into my forearms, and Moondrop's ears pressed flat against his head in response to my tension.

I was dying to strap him to my bed and fuck him senseless to get rid of all the straining pressure that made me want to lash out at him. My mind blanked accordingly when he dropped onto his front paws, then crawled over to me, a soft mewl pushing against his closed lips. The familiar sound made my balls squeeze.

"Vince," he purred once he'd reached me, and rubbed his cheek against my leg, slowly making his way towards the growing bulge in my pants. I stared bewildered when he gnawed at my pulsing member through the fabric. The reality of the situation needed a moment to sink it but damn, I wasn't going to complain.

I grabbed the longer fur at the back of his head hard enough to make him wince, then thrust my erection into his face, grinding against his lips. They opened obediently, allowing his soft tongue to massage my cock.

Whatever Leah had done, she'd earned her pay raise.

"Bedroom," I growled, already shoving him towards the door. A hint of doubt flashed across his yellow eyes as he hesitated, chest expanding to take a deep breath. I wasn't going to have it though, so I crouched down in front of him, wrapped my fingers around his neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Our lips collided, coaxing a needy mewl from my tiger.

I pulled away, though barely an inch, and stared straight into his eyes lined by coal-black fur. They were clouded by the arousal that had him panting. "Moondrop, bedroom."

The sound of my voice sufficed to make him whimper, and he finally started to move, followed by my hungry gaze. It pissed me off that his ass was suddenly hidden by pants, something I was going to change the moment he got onto my bed. I trailed after him, relieved by this turn of events.

Moondrop jumped onto the bed, then sat down facing me, purring loudly. The sight of him readily waiting for me in the sheets made my balls ache so hard that I was dying to squeeze them to fight off the dull pain.

"Clothes off," I said impatiently.

The fabric left his body within seconds, making me guess that he wasn't exactly fond of it, either. He tossed the clothing across the room without a care before he dropped onto his back, mewling quietly. The sound was as much of an invitation as his spread legs.

"Fucking shit," I muttered and tore my shirt off, then crawled atop him, pressing our bodies close and grinding our hips together as I conquered his lips, moaning into the kiss. Moondrop replied in kind, creating the most mind-wrecking sounds that yanked on my spine, sending electricity coursing through my body. It hit my groin straight on, and pleasure exploded into my cock, causing it to swell until it was rock-hard.

I was going to destroy his ass, and it was going to be his fault for stopping to wear the damn plug.

My fingers were coated in lube two minutes later, and I crammed two into him, forcing resistance from his tight sphincter. He whimpered deliciously, clinging to me with enough force to send his claws into my shoulders, almost tearing skin.

"Scratch me – and I'll tear your ass – open," I threatened breathlessly, enticed by the prospect of finally exerting the punishment he deserved for being such a tease.

I buried my fingers deep inside of him, then flexed my knuckles, brushing his prostate. His hips buckled in response, pushing down on me while he whimpered desperately.

My lips sheathed his leaking member of their own accord, causing him to thrust his hips into the mouth, then squirm back onto my fingers, torn between the two kinds of pleasure. I pressed my tongue flat against his cock and sucked hard, adding a third finger the moment his body trembled. He still noticed the intrusion though, a sharp growl bursting from his throat.

I pulled back and let my breath fan the wet skin of his tip as I said, "I'm even bigger than that. So how about a nice thank you because I'm nice enough to prepare you properly?"

"Thank you, Master," he replied without hesitation, causing my breath to hitch as I stared into his lust-filled eyes and my fingers stilled, buried deep inside his ass. His body trembled, suddenly denied my touch.

I had a new-found respect for Leah, that was certain.

"Please," he begged shakily and rolled his hips.

My level-headedness was lost in the face of this desirous plead that made my cock ache terribly, longing to bury itself in that tight ass and fill him with sperm until he was leaking. I didn't care whether I was going to hurt him; I'd take it slow enough to make it bearable, but I was beyond the point of being able to wait.

Sitting down between his legs, I put his calves onto my shoulders, then allowed myself the pleasure of taking in the sight of this messy tiger expecting to be fucked. He mewled quietly, clawing at the sheets. I knew he was going to rip them apart once I got started, but the thought just made it even more exciting to force my cock up his ass.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

His body tensed, and he stared at my considerably sized erection. When he answered, his voice sounded temptingly insecure. "Yes, Master."

Before I could doubt my decision, I'd coated my length in a generous amount of lube and pushed my fleshy tip against his rigid entrance. Moondrop whimpered, his sphincter tightening to keep me out.

"Relax, kitty," I said softly before running my finger up and down his stomach to ease out the tension. "Hush. – Breathe. – That's it. Rest your legs on my shoulders, relax your hips. – There you go."

My tip slowly eased into him, and I moaned at the firm grip of his tight ass, involuntarily rolling my hips. Moondrop jerked away, but my fingers dug into his muscles to keep him close.

"Vince," he cried out softly, causing pleasure to rattle my bones. "It hurts."

"I know, kitty, I know," I murmured absentmindedly, dying to slam into him. I didn't, though. Instead, I started stroking him, remaining still until he was moaning again, enjoying the attention. I carefully rolled my hips, asserting barely enough pressure to feel anything myself, and yet it was enough to make him wince.

I was on the brink of losing control.