Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

"Show me how much you can take in your mouth." He said it softly, but it was not a question. He had stopped his slight thrusting and stood still. Jaz looked up at him briefly. She looked nervous.

She wrapped her first finger and thumb around him as far as she could. She pumped his shaft several times with just those two, but squeezing more than before and a little quicker. He inhaled sharply.

She brought her lips close to his head and used her two fingered grip to lift him higher. Catching his eyes again with hers, she gave a slow exaggerated ice cream cone lick from the bottom of his shaft to the very tip. He could see a clear drop of precum, forced up by her pumping fingers, swept up by the tip of her tongue.

Steve saw Sandi in a flash, bent over to take him in her mouth. He could see her tattoos, claw prints coming toward him. The tiger.

He growled. "Show me now much you can take. Now."

His fingers were curled at the base of her neck, massaging slightly again. She pushed her thumb and finger down to his base, against his groin. With his free hand, Steve pulled hers away from him. "No hands."

His fingers tightened on her neck. Not pushing her, still controlling. She bent forward and took more of him in. Looking down he could see her back. Where Sandi's tattoos would be.

Grr. Had he actually growled out loud when he thought of her tattoos?

Those tattoos. His claws. His hunger for her, to dig his claws into her and make the sexy little bitch his. A wild urge ran through him to sink teeth into her nape that sensitive joint where spine became skull.

Whoa. Where had that come from? Sandi was hot and and he was unusually attracted to her, but ...

Sandi's daughter squirmed under his grip. He heard her cough wetly, as though at a distance. He realized his hand was clenched on her nape, pushing her onto his cock. He released her head. As he bounced free of her mouth she inhaled deeply, and he was struck by how almost painfully beastly hard he felt.

He had trouble forming speech so he took a deep ragged breath before beginning. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what came over me."

Jaz the cheerleader leaned back on the couch, her feet still tucked under her and hidden by her skirt. She was panting and her eyes watery. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"It's okay. It was like all of a sudden you went all animal and shit."

She stared at his hard-on, still pointed out toward her. She continued. "I thought you were big and hard before, but damn, right when you growled that thing swelled up in my mouth.

"I thought you were going to crack my jaw when you shoved me down on it like that."

"I am so sorry." He really was. He turned and sat beside her, his cock still standing out, but at least not pointed at her face.

"How do you growl like that?" She was smiling.

Steve looked shocked as he considered it. "I have no idea."

He tried a growl. Tried again, to make it more snarly. Jaz looked confused.

"That's not even close. Before, you, sounded like an wild animal, like a ..."

"Tiger." He said.

He heard her take a quick surprised breath. "Yeah. A tiger."

Steve rubbed his eyes and face with both hands. This was too weird. First the street punk thing earlier today, and that smell on Sandi that had driven him crazy. Then his hands like tiger claws digging into her back, the vision of thrusting into her, biting her, as he took her from behind.

He had felt close to tearing her throat out earlier too, in the elevator. Or at least make her submit like an animal would, with teeth on her exposed neck. Those damn tattoos. Just thinking about them, and he had almost lost it with her daughter just now.

He was pretty sure some of it was a just dream. Sandi hadn't been downtown. But it all seemed to blend together.

His eyes shot open wide behind his palms. Jaz had wrapped her hand around his still hard cock as he sat beside her.

She almost whispered near awe. "It is so thick, so hard. I know it was hard before, then you growled and...it grew."

He felt her move next to him and uncovered his eyes. She slipped off the couch and onto the floor in front of him, kneeling. Looking down, he had to agree. He didn't think he he had ever seen himself look this swollen, feel this stiff.

She leaned forward and gently nuzzled his cock against her cheek. He could barely hear her low whisper. "So hard, so thick. I don't know if it will fit."

With that she slowly, softly wrapped her lips around his head and let him slip into her mouth again.

Steve kept his hands pressed against the couch on either side of him as the beautiful young girl sucked him. He didn't want another vision to leave him forcing her head down on him again, choking her, without him being aware of anything but the urges of a wild beast.

Eyes closed, he again saw long black claws press into the flesh of a soft, smooth, muscular back. Felt his mouth, his huge carnivorous jaws, open wide and his feral eyes looked down at his target, pinned beneath him. He growled.

Steve's eyes popped open as he heard a gasp from the area of his lap. Jaz was looking up at him, one hand still wrapped around him. "You growled again. Like the tiger."

"Come here." He pulled her up beside him. He held her face between both his hands, staring at her. Her eyes were wide, almost frightened, but obviously turned on. "I am so sorry, little Coyote."

She smiled as he continued. "Something is going on that I don't understand. But I don't want to hurt you. And right now, I don't think I can control myself."

He exhaled as he considered the situation, tried to calm himself, before he continued. "This involves Sandi...your mother. I think I better go find her, figure this out."

As soon as he uttered the thought, as soon as he concluded he needed to find Sandi, his body knew it was right. The beast inside him knew it was right. At least he could still think as the tiger awoke this time. He had a purpose, a goal. Or was it that he had prey?

He kissed the young girl hard, but pushed her back before her arms could wrap around him.

"I'm sorry." He said again. It came out as a ragged sound, barely human speech. He was on his feet and headed for the hallway. Now that the beast was awake it would not be delayed. He had lived here before, so didn't need to think where Sandi's bedroom would be.

Her door flew open when his open hand struck it. It was only later that they noticed he had split the wooden jam when he hit it. A very startled, very naked, and very young looking teenager spun as Steve entered. Steve snarled at him. "You. Git. Now."

The youth did not hesitate. He had enough sense to grab his pants off the floor as he ran out of the room.

Sandi reclined on the bed, propped on both elbows, eyes wide. She was shocked by his sudden intrusion, but now was mesmerized by the vision of this very erect man standing over her, glowering. A man radiating a very beast like intensity. A man she could feel a compelling, almost physical, magnetic attraction toward. She sat up and scrambled to the foot of the bed near him, completely naked.

"You. Come with me."

Neither were sure afterward if he had scooped her off the bed or if she had jumped into his arms. He said "come with me," and her arms and legs were wrapped around him, his right arm holding her tight to him by her waist as he strode rough the house to the glass door leading to the spa.

Dimly, somewhere in her mind, she was aware that he had not felt this big, this hard, pressed against her belly earlier. Steve was unaware of anything in his mind, except lustful hunger and knowing that he had his prey now.

He carried her directly to Marta's special alcove, and pushed the curtain back to expose the day bed. It sat higher than a normal bed. His arm around her waist relaxed as did her legs around his. She kept her arms around his neck as he eased her to a standing position.

She lifted her face to his, to kiss him, but he pulled her arms off of him and spun her around. He growled, the inhuman tiger growl he did not know how to make, as he finally saw the tattoo running up her spine again. He pressed her forward, the height of the bed guiding her to bend at the waist.

They both groaned. This was much more than any sexual tension either had felt before. He leaned forward to put both hands where they belonged on her back, using his weight to pin her upper body to the bed and forcing her up on her toes. His cock was firmly planted between the round cheeks of her ass.

He snarled in hungry delight. Steve the rational human was almost completely submerged in the animal urges swirling through him. His hands had disappeared, replaced by huge clawed paws, covered in fur. Dark claws deeply dented her back, pressing far into her, miraculously not rending her delicate flesh. As if old voids were finally filled.

Raw, animal energy surged through him now that he was again not merely thinking of her tattoos, but planted on them. Sandi moaned beneath him. He was forcing her with his weight to breath only shallowly, but she was gasping for ragged breaths far more than his weight could cause. She felt the beast released, the beast that had her pinned and helpless. The beast about to ravage her.

In contact with her tattoos, and what they released, they both felt his cock expand again. He pulled his hips back from hers. The angry red head sprung forward, right at her wet core.

He leaned forward, forcing more air out of her lungs, and thrust. They both cried out. Neither really heard the noise, overwhelmed by sensation. They were both primordial animals making noises animals make. Both felt an almost electrical energy fill them.

She felt herself open to take the onslaught of his now huge erection. He felt her open to him, barely, felt himself tightly enveloped in her squeezing pulsing center. He was locked in her, bound to her.

With claws, he grabbed both her arms above the elbow and hauled her up and back onto him. She hung limp between her shoulders as he held her weight above the bed, still bent over at the waist. His huge cock filled her again and again, fucked her body and soul.

Snarling, growling, whimpering. They both made sounds they were totally unaware of. As unaware as they were of the time. It may have been brief seconds or long minutes of fevered thrusting before he pumped his cum into her, her arms now pinned almost behind her. His cum seemed to be an endless flow, filling her. As it left him, so did much of the beast. As he came, his ability to think slowly returned.

He was aware that he had never felt like this, had never pumped out so much cum in his life.

As thought returned to him, the gift of language, of words, also returned to them. Her first words still sounded rough and animal like. "Yes. Fill me up. Mark me. Mark me. Make me yours."

The words weren't rational, or something she decided to tell him. The words were her body, her core, gifted with language, expressing deeply felt urges and needs that she had no control over.

He knew what her body meant. She was his. He was marking her, inside and out. Steve eased her down onto the day bed. Somehow, as he released her arms, Steve could see his hands and the tiger paws at the same time, images overlapping.

He lightly, reverently, placed his palms on her back. And he exploded. He emptied his balls into her in a way he didn't think possible. A flash released in his skull. A roar released unbidden from his throat.

He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. Satisfied, sated. Almost human again.

But not the same. Something had changed. For both of them.

He slid off of her and felt his cock ease out to slide wetly over the back of her thigh, and she rolled so her face was next to his. She looked at him and smiled, then rubbed her nose against his. It felt intimate and still a bit animalistic. He wrapped an arm around her as she snuggled closer, burying her face into his neck.

As his arm completed its journey around her back, he felt a surge of the tiger again. Lightly this time. Almost like a deep contented purr radiated from her tattoos, down his arm, to vibrate through the rest of his body.

"Wow." He barely heard her voice.

Steve pulled her more closely to him. He wrapped her in both arms. Then he surprised himself with words he made no conscious decision to speak. "You're mine now."

It was not a wish, or a desire, or an endearment. It was a physical fact. He felt several light kisses on his neck before she replied. "I know. You marked me."

He felt a glow inside he had never felt before. A rightness. She pulled back enough to look at him and he saw that same glow in her eyes. She looked near tears. He leaned in and kissed her, softly and tenderly.

He stood then and offered her both hands to help her to her feet. He pulled her close to him again and she clung to him. Steve kissed her forehead, then took her by the hand. "Come on."

She let him lead her through his door, opposite the entrance to her apartment. She followed him to the master bedroom, his room now, and crawled in when he held back the covers. He crawled in behind her, spooning her from behind.

She was asleep moments after her head hit the pillow.

Steve was exhausted, but just before unconsciousness hit, he felt something sharp under his pillow.

He felt under the pillow and found a crisp folded letter. Sandi's steady breathing showed she out. He rolled onto his back and unfolded the paper. It was in a neat, confident scroll he recognized as his Aunt Marta's.

"I hope Santa Claws cums early for you this year. Maybe around All Hallows. Enjoy, Tiger.

- With Love, M"