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So expect a lot of appreciation of sweaty muscles and the kind of reaction in a preyboy that comes only naturally when being overwhelmed by the heat, scent, feel of hard muscle and seductively deep, growling voice.^^\n\nSpecifically, I was inspired by [url=https://aryion.com/g4/view/625072]a story[/url] he had done in one of our exchanges, where he had pretty much a predecessor predator and prey pair of our two characters here, a Smilodon and a Bison, with the focus being more primal, before there would be proper language. In that story, the happless Bison preyboy entertains the thought for a moment to wear the predator out during the sex and maybe escape while he is happily passed out. Well, I always had a thing for that scenario. Specifically, for the prey getting a chance to escape, but...\n...just not being able to do it. Because once you have been beneath that hot pred, taken his cock, have his musky scent cloud your brain, there is just no escape. And thus you get to see Cody flaunt his one chance for safety for just a bit more exploring of that gloriously manly tiger body. And I don't think any of you have any doubts about how that will go...^^\nThough of course, if you have a prey who so completely fell for you and your hot, muscular body, a predator can take his time to play with his food a bit longer. Thus, this also takes inspiration of another older work of my boyfriend, exploring the sort of pairing where both know how things will end, but are happy to enjoy the time they will have before dinner is finally going to be served...\n\nI hope you all will enjoy the ride!","description_bbcode_parsed":"This is a birthday gift I did for my fiancé \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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, starring his tiger Skylar getting to pounce and have his way with my bull Cody just the way we both enjoy, back in the good old days before civilization when nothing would hold a predator back from just taking a tasty boy on the spot and have him for a snack. So expect a lot of appreciation of sweaty muscles and the kind of reaction in a preyboy that comes only naturally when being overwhelmed by the heat, scent, feel of hard muscle and seductively deep, growling voice.^^

Specifically, I was inspired by a story he had done in one of our exchanges, where he had pretty much a predecessor predator and prey pair of our two characters here, a Smilodon and a Bison, with the focus being more primal, before there would be proper language. In that story, the happless Bison preyboy entertains the thought for a moment to wear the predator out during the sex and maybe escape while he is happily passed out. Well, I always had a thing for that scenario. Specifically, for the prey getting a chance to escape, but...
...just not being able to do it. Because once you have been beneath that hot pred, taken his cock, have his musky scent cloud your brain, there is just no escape. And thus you get to see Cody flaunt his one chance for safety for just a bit more exploring of that gloriously manly tiger body. And I don't think any of you have any doubts about how that will go...^^
Though of course, if you have a prey who so completely fell for you and your hot, muscular body, a predator can take his time to play with his food a bit longer. Thus, this also takes inspiration of another older work of my boyfriend, exploring the sort of pairing where both know how things will end, but are happy to enjoy the time they will have before dinner is finally going to be served...

I hope you all will enjoy the ride!","writing":"[b][t][center]Never Wake a Sleeping Tiger?[/center][/t][/b]\n\n My backside still was smarting from the impact, my chest heaving, rising, falling, as I stared up into the face above me. The toothy grin, the black stripes giving it a distinct, rather striking look between the orange and white. Maybe slightly to my surprise, there wasn't anything cruel in the blazing yellow eyes. But what there was...\n\n ...was pure, wanton hunger. Hunger and lust. And I could not help the heat rushing to more places than my face. My heart was thumping heavily in my chest. He had barely wasted a moment pinning my arms down with his own, just as my legs were being held in place by his. Given how I had turned around at the very last moment, some instinct reacting to a sound, or maybe his scent on the wind, it was almost impressive how quickly he had adapted. And of course, he did not have to worry about my horns. They, well, always had been rather stubby. Something my cousins would tease me about, just as they would about, erh, the not so stubby part of my body...\n\n Speaking of which, I could feel the tiger's cock. It was not erect, but not exactly soft either. Thick and heavy, it was touching against my abs, leaving something sticky and warm behind...\n\n I could not quite help the whimper. It was a hot day. My short, reddish brown coat was matted with sweat. And so was his fur. And, well, his smell was rather powerful. Thick, musky, manly. With that bit of salt and earthiness that went straight from my nostrils to my own cock...\n\n He smiled at me, giving me a toothy grin, leaning in to sniff. And following it with a slow, rather sensual lick. Then he slowly smacked his lips, only briefly raising his head, maybe to look at my cousins, a couple dozen paces away from me. The intent was clear. I had seen it before. From the other side. Don't try to interfere, unless you fancy being my second course...\n\nMy stomach twisted into a knot as I thought of them, thought of me in the past, just watching as it happened. Before eventually, once one of us would have been dragged away or devoured on the spot, they, we, would return to chewing on the leafy greens. Like the tasty young spinach leaves I had been chewing on earlier and could still taste in my mouth...\n\nThere were some predators which a whole group of young, reasonably strong bulls could chase off, but a tiger was definitely not one of them. Not when the threat of vicious claws and teeth was there.\n\n ``Hmmmh, good boy. I see you're not bothering to fight back. Rather smart. Wouldn't do you any good. Neither those others...'', he chuckled, as I suddenly went very still. A rush of prickling sensations had just jolted through my body. Beginning right in my groin, where my cock, starting to rise, had touched against his, which was swelling thick and heavy with blood rushing into it. Tip against tip, like a lewdly sticky kiss. I looked up at him, feeling my face burn with heat. But he only grinned. He was pleased. His fingers, his claws, ran through my messy blond hair, the threat of them making me shiver. But there was no sudden motion, ripping fierce and hot through my scalp. Just something almost tender, as he leaned in for another slurp, a warm, rumbling chuckle vibrating through me.\n\n ``No need to feel ashamed. That is your body telling you what you're meant for, little bull. And my body telling you there is something else before you fill my belly...'', he growled, no longer bothering to pin me all too firmly, instead letting his hands and claws roam over my body, until one had slipped all the way down to my ass, giving it a slow, tender squeeze...\n\n ``Are, are you, going to, I mean, right here, umh...?'', I asked, shivering, heart hammering in my chest. Realizing it felt less like panic and more like just an inevitable certainty. One I felt a morbidly eager curiosity about. After all, it was not like I never had thought about being eaten. Quite the contrary. Us young males, living at the periphery of the herd, pushed out when we stopped being calves, we knew that we were the first to spot predators. And the first to get eaten. It was a simple thing. Only the strongest males would mate. So, ones like me, who did not even have any interests in mating, well, it was like I had heard the females joke about when I was still a calf.\n\nOh, yeah, your brothers? I mean, sorry to tell you, but just look at them! They're just meat.\n\n I remembered that I had felt a strange mix of dismay and a weird, flustered shiver at those words.\n\n And it wasn't just them. The others would make the same kinds of jokes. Maybe to deal with their own nervous reaction, knowing we were in the same boat. And often when we would be rutting with each other, there would be teasing about who would be next. I still remembered one of my cousins fisting my cock as he was up to his balls inside me, joking about how with my tiny horns and my general nature, I'd certainly be next. Well, as much as I secretly had been turned on by the teasing, the joke was on him.\n\n Next day, he had been caught by a snake. And we all had not been able to do anything but watch dumbfounded as it dragged him up into a tree and proceeded to eat him alive. I still remember that mix of surprise and embarrassment on his breathless face and the drip of precum leaking from his swollen cock...\n\n ``Not even listening to me, eh?'', the tiger grinned, a clawed finger teasing my nipple snapping me back into focus, as I looked up, flustered, nervous he might be annoyed at my lack of response. But he was just grinning wide, licking his lips, as he pressed against me. I inhaled, feeling the flood of manly scent fogging my brain and making my cock throb badly. So that was it. Guess this was my turn...\n\n ``Hnnnh, I am sorry, I...'', I barely got out, shivering at the amusement in his eyes. He liked playing with me. And part of me really liked every moment of him doing it. Maybe it was my urge to stay alive giving up and just letting the ever powerful urge to rut take over, which any young male would have in copious amounts...\n\n ``Oh, don't be... I'll gladly tell you again. As much as I enjoy an audience, you are just too cute a little piece of beef not to savor properly. Just nice and ripe and meaty. Yeah like a perfectly ripe piece of fruit. And lucky me who gets to pluck you, pick you, savor and devour you before anyone else...''\n\n The heat was going straight to my head. Feeling almost like all the hot blood was already cooking my brain into nothing but useless mass of meat sludge...\n\n It was kinda embarrassing, thinking of all my cousins seeing me like this. But, then again, no worse than what my other former cousin and now snake bulge had to suffer, with all of us watching him...\n\n And part of me could not help thinking they might not be around all that much longer either...\n\n With my mind feeling like it was floating in a bubbling hot spring slowly cooking it alive, I was, again, rather caught by surprise, letting out a bleating yelp when the tiger, still chuckling, just threw me over his shoulder, strutting off, while I was wriggling for purchase, ending up with my snout bumping into his rippling muscles, over and over, giving me a great chance to inhale even more of his sweaty musk. It was a rather surreal feeling, one of his hands holding me by my ass, ever so often giving it a playful squeeze, while my pert nipples rubbed over fur and muscle. And beneath me, I could see his heavy, definitely not flaccid cock swinging, along with the heavy balls, both giving off an even more concentrated musk to waft up to me. And as much as it felt like sweet torture to have his manhood so close but unable to reach, it at least made sure I had little time to focus on the fact that my time was running out. And that the same abs my nose was rubbing against would soon stretch over a me shaped bulge, as I would be stewing away to add to the massive tiger. And massive he was. His arms and legs were thickly muscles, making my not that badly developed body feel small and feeble. His pecs were mounds, rubbing against my flat abdomen, his one nipple every now and then pushing right into my belly button in a rather tantalizing prelude for where another part of his body would soon be pressing right into mine. I wanted that. Badly. I knew I was going to be dead meat by evening unless there was some kind of miracle, but it was hard, well, literally, to think of anything else but the fucking I would be getting first. A fucking I was craving so badly my body was aching for it. For his thick, long shaft to spear me...\n\n Luckily, the trip did not take too long. Through the dense forest, to the outcroppings of rocks and there, in a half overgrown crack, green twilight falling through the dense foliage, was his lair. Even the smell of lush greenery, though, could not compete with the overpowering scent of him. The scent of a predator that would drive careless trespassers away, thick and potent. And to me, strangely alluring. I let out a little yelp when he rather unceremoniously tossed me onto a bed of leaves and moss, soft enough to not really make the impact hurt. He was huffing, wiping the sweat from his brow. It was a hot day. And he had been carrying me. His fur was even more matted with sweat and I could see he was a little exhausted, if obviously still only too virile and eager. But with me only having had to suffer the awkward position, I felt something stir at the back of my mind. A vague idea. Well, guess my head was not just useless meat stew - yet. I inhaled deeply, feeling the strong scent of tiger all around me going straight to my throbbing cock. And there I was about to be taken. With a shiver running through my body, I got on all fours, stretched, slowly, looking over my shoulder, before putting my ass in the air in obvious invitation. And I hardly had to wait. With a roar, the tiger was on me. No more gentle playfulness, this was a predator wild with the lust to hunt. And I was his prey. His leaking cock was pressing against my buttocks, as he was humping between my cheeks, his big hands on me, holding me down, even if he hardly needed to. I wanted it. And I was letting out a whimper as I shifted to spread my cheeks, angling my butt further up in delicious submission, until I felt him slow down enough to get his slick tip to push against the opening of my anus, already slightly damp with my sweat. And as much as I was used to getting fucked, this was on a different level. He was big. Really big. Bigger than those couple of cousins who were more endowed down there than I was. And also really thick. So it hurt a good bit at first. And yet, I still loved it. Loved how he was grunting and growling with pleasure, how I felt every throb of his cock as it leaked more precum to make it smoother. Loved the heat of his body, his musky scent, the slapping of flesh as he was pounding my ass to make the mix of pain and pleasure pulse through my body. Being taken by a tiger filled something deep down no other sex before ever had. And none ever would. It was wild and rather frantic. He must have really wanted this. And that spurred me on even more. To buck my hips, drive him in deeper, give myself until I felt his whole body rumble with pleasure. I felt it in his heavy balls, pushing against my ass cheeks. He was already close. I neither tried to keep him on the edge, nor to hasten it. My own cock, rather forgotten, was stiff, but I knew I was not quite ready yet. But that was fine. After all, I hoped to keep him wanting for more.\n\n He was trembling, letting out a huffing, snarling breath as he emptied his balls into me, thick, long spurts of his cum, flooding me as I did all I could to draw it out, make him cum hard...\n\n And when he pretty much collapsed on top of me, panting, his tongue lazily lapping over my neck, I kept squeezing, kept impaling myself on his cock. He was chuckling, a bit weakly.\n\n ``Haaah, eager little thing, aren't you? Then again, would be a shame to not get more use out of that fine ass before I eat it up...'', he growled, making me feel his teeth on my neck, at the same time as his tongue was lapping up the flavor of my sweaty skin beneath the fur. It made my cock throb...\n\n ``Hnnnh, oh yes, please, fuck me more'', I whimpered and moaned, with all the seductiveness I could put in my voice. But, even if my plan, my desperate wild idea was all for naught. Truth was, I really wanted him to. As hot as the intense fucking just now had been, I loved savoring the slower claiming I was subjected to now. Him having shifted onto his side, his massive chest heaving against my back, as he was holding me in a firm embrace from behind. His hands roaming as he kept pushing his cock into me, not even giving it a chance to grow soft. I knew he had to be older than me, a fully mature male in his prime, but it seemed like he had enough lusty need in him to go straight from pumping me full of his warm seed into breeding me some more, just like any of my randy cousins, pent up and eager for the rut. Even if this was more lazy, playful, claws teasing my sensitive nipples, fingers even once reaching for my own throbbing cock for a slow, sensual stroke, returning to his mouth to let out a pleased sound as he lapped up the flavor of my precum. And that, that really got me turned on. I had never felt so much wanted. And even knowing that it was an all consuming desire, to have me, consume me, leave nothing behind, it was sending waves of heat and tingling lust through my body. And I was sure he knew it. And that just made it more intense. Until finally, I could not take any more, bucking and crying out as my seed erupted from my tip, over his fingers, my heaving chest and abdomen, as I clenched tight around him. He did not come immediately. He still had time to chuckle as he savored my release. But I would not let my own wave of blissful exhaustion keep me from pleasuring him, grinding against his slow, forceful thrusts, moaning as I used one hand to squeeze and tease the powerful thigh entrapping my own leg, holding me down possessively.\n\n ``Hnnnh, aaaah, please, breed me!'', I cried, and maybe that helped push him over, because I felt him shudder, felt his thrusts going fiercer, until with a groan, he finished in a wild crescendo, his heat flooding me, until he just lay there, panting, an arm wrapped around me as I pushed into him with a satisfied moan. We just lay there for I did not know how long. Me trying to fight the unbearable tension, not knowing what would come next. Him just slowly licking over my neck, lazily stroking over my chest, as his breath slowly, ever so slowly, began to shift to a soft, steady rhythm. I just lay there, silent, in his embrace, feeling the erect cock inside of me slowly, ever so slowly, growing soft. And then, finally, with a flush of relief, I heard the tiger starting to snore...\n\nFor a good while, I just stayed like this, not daring to move and wake him up. With his left arm and leg still draped over my body, I knew that if I wanted to disentangle myself from him, it would have to be a slow, careful process. So at first I waited, expecting any moment that he might rouse from his slumber, but he did not. His warm breath was tickling my neck, his sleepy scent enveloped me, his heat was seeping into my body where we were still so intimately connected. It did feel rather pleasant. Yet when I felt him shift on his back, his cock finally sliding out of me, I first thought it was him waking up. But it was not. The soft snoring continued. His chest was rising and falling. And I only needed to very carefully, very gently slide my leg out of the tangle it was forming with his, then I was free. I was shivering all over part from relief, part from missing his warmth. I very slowly dared to draw in breath, inhaling his scent in the air. The miracle had happened. The tiger had fallen asleep. While I was awake. I could walk out, through the entrance to his lair, back into the sunlight where my cousins were. Surprise them with my miraculous return...\n\n ...and yet, when I looked at the sleeping body, the majestic, muscular form, the long tail trailing through the leaves and moss, I felt I could not quite depart like that. That I just had to have a last look at him, as if I needed to convince myself that this all was real. That he would not just jump from his bed the moment I made my way to the entrance. Or, to be honest...\n\n ...I also just could not quite tear myself away from him. So I made a step closer, drawing in another breath. The air smelled so strongly of him. Maybe especially with how he was lying now. Both his groin and his armpits exposed, filling the air with his scent. His almost flaccid cock slick, glistening in the dim light. His face looked so peaceful that I could not help but feel at ease. Feel confident to lean down. Closer. Until my snout was only a handspan away from his armpits, where his fur was damp with sweat, smelling strongly of male, musk and tiger. My body was shivering as I inhaled, first just hovering, then, unable to help myself, getting closer, until the damp fur was tickling my nostrils. This was soo good. I had always been into the scent of other males. But with a predator, there was something else. A sharper, stronger note, that seemed to go right to my groin, making it throb with excitement. And the tiger was showing no signs of waking, just shifting a bit. So I grew bolder. Running my hands over his muscular pecs, his big, still slightly pert nipples, his abdomen, until my fingers brushed his pubic fur. He was radiating heat down there and I could only marvel at how the musky scent of sweat would mix with the heady aroma of arousal down there...\n\n I pressed myself against his body, loving the moment of sweet friction when my own nipples rubbed against his, resting my head for a moment against his shoulder, before sliding down, trembling a bit as I felt my swelling cock rub against his fur. It was a slow journey for my face to make it down to his groin, but I savored every moment of it. I just could not think of anything else, not of the part of me warning me that I should better quit this, better make my escape...\n\n I needed this. I knew that there was not much chance of ever getting the opportunity again, to just explore the body of a predator. A hot, big, manly predator who had given me the best rutting in my whole life. And when my nose hit his groin, I could not help a little whimper, as much as I tried to stifle it. I closed my eyes, spending I did not know how long just inhaling, touching, feeling the heavy balls, the cock starting to swell under my touch. And I just could not help it. I had to take a lick. Taste the Seed that had still been oozing from his cock. He still did not show any sign of waking. And I think that was what made me really grow bold. I remembered the tingling sensation, when he had been on top of me, cock rubbing against cock. I just had to feel that again. I needed it.\n\nSo I reversed my journey, climbing on top of the tiger, shivering as I felt his body against mine, seeing his closed eyes, his slowly rising and falling chest. I was nuzzling my face right against those two mounds of muscle, inhaling his scent, even if it was not as intense there as it had been with his pits or his groin. He felt warm. And his cock felt hot, already slick and slippery as mine was. One of my hands slowly stroked over his stripped fur as the other slid between us, aligning our swollen shafts as I pushed against him, this time managing to suppress the needy whimper at the wonderful slick, hot friction. I just could not help myself at this point, I wanted it so badly that it seemed the only thing that mattered, cock throbbing, making my whole body shiver with heat, craving more of his solid warmth as I lapped over one of his nipples, inhaled him, closed my eyes, wished I could just keep at this forever...\n\nSo, when I suddenly felt a big hand, gently squeezing my ass, my first reaction was to instinctively push into the touch. Before with a little yelp, I realized what it meant. My eyes flying open.\n\n To look right into his sleepily blinking yellows, into the mouth with its big, sharp white fangs opening for a yawn, before settling into a still rather sleepy grin. Maybe I could still have bolted, tried to run right then. But I did not try to. I just looked at him, feeling flustered, sheepish.\n\n ``Well, good morning there, little bull. And quite a good morning, I'd say...'', he chuckled, his other hand landing on my shoulder, slowly stroking over my back. His touch felt so good...\n\n ``I, umh, I mean...'', I started, stammering, feeling both flushed with self-conscious embarrassment and still way too horny, with my cock leaking and rubbing against his, to get anything sensible out.\n\n ``Sssshhh, don't get all flustered. I quite enjoyed it'', he said with a wink, slowly scritching between my shoulder blades, returning my enthusiastic frotting by pressing back against me, cock to cock.\n\n ``I'd just have thought you'd use the chance to slip away. And leave me without a cute little thing eagerly nuzzling into me...'', he growled playfully, making me shiver. He must have not been quite that fast asleep for a while. Still, I could not quite feel mad at myself for being so recklessly bold. Not when it still felt so amazingly good. So I just nodded.\n\n ``I, I did mean to originally. I, umh, I tried to get you off multiple times so you would maybe pass out. Just, umh, when I meant to leave, erh, when I looked back...'', I lowered my gaze, feeling my cheeks burn. But he would have none of that, cupping my chin, making me look into his yellow eyes, making me shiver at his expression. Hunger, lust and deep satisfaction, pride...\n\n ``...you just couldn't resist? Say, little bull, what is your name?'', the tiger said.\n\n ``C, Cody...'', I answered, unsure of what was to come. I could see his hunger. And I could feel how it resonated with something deep inside me. And I knew now for sure that there was no escaping it.\n\n ``Hmmmh, Cody, that is cute. I'm Skylar'', the tiger added with a low growl, still stroking me.\n\n ``You know what this means, Cody, don't you?'', he asked, almost gently. I whimpered, nodding.\n\n ``You will eat me...'', I barely got out, feeling my cock throb against his. He smirked.\n\n ``Yes, Cody, I will eat you. Maybe tonight, after we have slept together in every way I want to sleep with you, rut with you, fuck you. Maybe in a few days, maybe a moon. I like you. You are cute. But I won't let anyone else have you. You are mine. And when I devour others, maybe some of the other young bulls you know...'', he paused, licking his lips, slowly grinding against me...\n\n``...I, I think I would, hnnnh, I would feel bad. I would not want it to be them. I would want it to be me instead. Part of me would...'', I finished his sentence, my voice trembling with the gravity of it. Both of us understood. As if it was just the natural way of things. And maybe it was...\n\n I stroked my fingers through his fur, inhaling his scent, grinding our stiff, leaking cocks together.\n\n ``Yes, good boy...'', Skylar chuckled, squeezing my ass. I whimpered, wanting more...\n\n It did not need any more words. We did not rush, we took it slow. And when we came, it left us both panting, tangled in a warm embrace, me closing my eyes, listening to the rumbling sound coming from his chest as he gently stroked me. Feeling the other rumbling, coming from his belly...\n\nAnd as we both drifted to sleep this time, I knew that if he would devour me in the morning, I would not have any regrets. As Skylar had said. It was what my body had been made for. And if it meant I could have this, the warm, musky, muscular body, the deep growling voice and those intense yellow eyes already seeming ready to eat me up on their own, then that was fine by me...\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
Never Wake a Sleeping Tiger?


 My backside still was smarting from the impact, my chest heaving, rising, falling, as I stared up into the face above me. The toothy grin, the black stripes giving it a distinct, rather striking look between the orange and white. Maybe slightly to my surprise, there wasn't anything cruel in the blazing yellow eyes. But what there was...

 ...was pure, wanton hunger. Hunger and lust. And I could not help the heat rushing to more places than my face. My heart was thumping heavily in my chest. He had barely wasted a moment pinning my arms down with his own, just as my legs were being held in place by his. Given how I had turned around at the very last moment, some instinct reacting to a sound, or maybe his scent on the wind, it was almost impressive how quickly he had adapted. And of course, he did not have to worry about my horns. They, well, always had been rather stubby. Something my cousins would tease me about, just as they would about, erh, the not so stubby part of my body...

 Speaking of which, I could feel the tiger's cock. It was not erect, but not exactly soft either. Thick and heavy, it was touching against my abs, leaving something sticky and warm behind...

 I could not quite help the whimper. It was a hot day. My short, reddish brown coat was matted with sweat. And so was his fur. And, well, his smell was rather powerful. Thick, musky, manly. With that bit of salt and earthiness that went straight from my nostrils to my own cock...

 He smiled at me, giving me a toothy grin, leaning in to sniff. And following it with a slow, rather sensual lick. Then he slowly smacked his lips, only briefly raising his head, maybe to look at my cousins, a couple dozen paces away from me. The intent was clear. I had seen it before. From the other side. Don't try to interfere, unless you fancy being my second course...

My stomach twisted into a knot as I thought of them, thought of me in the past, just watching as it happened. Before eventually, once one of us would have been dragged away or devoured on the spot, they, we, would return to chewing on the leafy greens. Like the tasty young spinach leaves I had been chewing on earlier and could still taste in my mouth...

There were some predators which a whole group of young, reasonably strong bulls could chase off, but a tiger was definitely not one of them. Not when the threat of vicious claws and teeth was there.

 ``Hmmmh, good boy. I see you're not bothering to fight back. Rather smart. Wouldn't do you any good. Neither those others...'', he chuckled, as I suddenly went very still. A rush of prickling sensations had just jolted through my body. Beginning right in my groin, where my cock, starting to rise, had touched against his, which was swelling thick and heavy with blood rushing into it. Tip against tip, like a lewdly sticky kiss. I looked up at him, feeling my face burn with heat. But he only grinned. He was pleased. His fingers, his claws, ran through my messy blond hair, the threat of them making me shiver. But there was no sudden motion, ripping fierce and hot through my scalp. Just something almost tender, as he leaned in for another slurp, a warm, rumbling chuckle vibrating through me.

 ``No need to feel ashamed. That is your body telling you what you're meant for, little bull. And my body telling you there is something else before you fill my belly...'', he growled, no longer bothering to pin me all too firmly, instead letting his hands and claws roam over my body, until one had slipped all the way down to my ass, giving it a slow, tender squeeze...

 ``Are, are you, going to, I mean, right here, umh...?'', I asked, shivering, heart hammering in my chest. Realizing it felt less like panic and more like just an inevitable certainty. One I felt a morbidly eager curiosity about. After all, it was not like I never had thought about being eaten. Quite the contrary. Us young males, living at the periphery of the herd, pushed out when we stopped being calves, we knew that we were the first to spot predators. And the first to get eaten. It was a simple thing. Only the strongest males would mate. So, ones like me, who did not even have any interests in mating, well, it was like I had heard the females joke about when I was still a calf.

Oh, yeah, your brothers? I mean, sorry to tell you, but just look at them! They're just meat.

 I remembered that I had felt a strange mix of dismay and a weird, flustered shiver at those words.

 And it wasn't just them. The others would make the same kinds of jokes. Maybe to deal with their own nervous reaction, knowing we were in the same boat. And often when we would be rutting with each other, there would be teasing about who would be next. I still remembered one of my cousins fisting my cock as he was up to his balls inside me, joking about how with my tiny horns and my general nature, I'd certainly be next. Well, as much as I secretly had been turned on by the teasing, the joke was on him.

 Next day, he had been caught by a snake. And we all had not been able to do anything but watch dumbfounded as it dragged him up into a tree and proceeded to eat him alive. I still remember that mix of surprise and embarrassment on his breathless face and the drip of precum leaking from his swollen cock...

 ``Not even listening to me, eh?'', the tiger grinned, a clawed finger teasing my nipple snapping me back into focus, as I looked up, flustered, nervous he might be annoyed at my lack of response. But he was just grinning wide, licking his lips, as he pressed against me. I inhaled, feeling the flood of manly scent fogging my brain and making my cock throb badly. So that was it. Guess this was my turn...

 ``Hnnnh, I am sorry, I...'', I barely got out, shivering at the amusement in his eyes. He liked playing with me. And part of me really liked every moment of him doing it. Maybe it was my urge to stay alive giving up and just letting the ever powerful urge to rut take over, which any young male would have in copious amounts...

 ``Oh, don't be... I'll gladly tell you again. As much as I enjoy an audience, you are just too cute a little piece of beef not to savor properly. Just nice and ripe and meaty. Yeah like a perfectly ripe piece of fruit. And lucky me who gets to pluck you, pick you, savor and devour you before anyone else...''

 The heat was going straight to my head. Feeling almost like all the hot blood was already cooking my brain into nothing but useless mass of meat sludge...

 It was kinda embarrassing, thinking of all my cousins seeing me like this. But, then again, no worse than what my other former cousin and now snake bulge had to suffer, with all of us watching him...

 And part of me could not help thinking they might not be around all that much longer either...

 With my mind feeling like it was floating in a bubbling hot spring slowly cooking it alive, I was, again, rather caught by surprise, letting out a bleating yelp when the tiger, still chuckling, just threw me over his shoulder, strutting off, while I was wriggling for purchase, ending up with my snout bumping into his rippling muscles, over and over, giving me a great chance to inhale even more of his sweaty musk. It was a rather surreal feeling, one of his hands holding me by my ass, ever so often giving it a playful squeeze, while my pert nipples rubbed over fur and muscle. And beneath me, I could see his heavy, definitely not flaccid cock swinging, along with the heavy balls, both giving off an even more concentrated musk to waft up to me. And as much as it felt like sweet torture to have his manhood so close but unable to reach, it at least made sure I had little time to focus on the fact that my time was running out. And that the same abs my nose was rubbing against would soon stretch over a me shaped bulge, as I would be stewing away to add to the massive tiger. And massive he was. His arms and legs were thickly muscles, making my not that badly developed body feel small and feeble. His pecs were mounds, rubbing against my flat abdomen, his one nipple every now and then pushing right into my belly button in a rather tantalizing prelude for where another part of his body would soon be pressing right into mine. I wanted that. Badly. I knew I was going to be dead meat by evening unless there was some kind of miracle, but it was hard, well, literally, to think of anything else but the fucking I would be getting first. A fucking I was craving so badly my body was aching for it. For his thick, long shaft to spear me...

 Luckily, the trip did not take too long. Through the dense forest, to the outcroppings of rocks and there, in a half overgrown crack, green twilight falling through the dense foliage, was his lair. Even the smell of lush greenery, though, could not compete with the overpowering scent of him. The scent of a predator that would drive careless trespassers away, thick and potent. And to me, strangely alluring. I let out a little yelp when he rather unceremoniously tossed me onto a bed of leaves and moss, soft enough to not really make the impact hurt. He was huffing, wiping the sweat from his brow. It was a hot day. And he had been carrying me. His fur was even more matted with sweat and I could see he was a little exhausted, if obviously still only too virile and eager. But with me only having had to suffer the awkward position, I felt something stir at the back of my mind. A vague idea. Well, guess my head was not just useless meat stew - yet. I inhaled deeply, feeling the strong scent of tiger all around me going straight to my throbbing cock. And there I was about to be taken. With a shiver running through my body, I got on all fours, stretched, slowly, looking over my shoulder, before putting my ass in the air in obvious invitation. And I hardly had to wait. With a roar, the tiger was on me. No more gentle playfulness, this was a predator wild with the lust to hunt. And I was his prey. His leaking cock was pressing against my buttocks, as he was humping between my cheeks, his big hands on me, holding me down, even if he hardly needed to. I wanted it. And I was letting out a whimper as I shifted to spread my cheeks, angling my butt further up in delicious submission, until I felt him slow down enough to get his slick tip to push against the opening of my anus, already slightly damp with my sweat. And as much as I was used to getting fucked, this was on a different level. He was big. Really big. Bigger than those couple of cousins who were more endowed down there than I was. And also really thick. So it hurt a good bit at first. And yet, I still loved it. Loved how he was grunting and growling with pleasure, how I felt every throb of his cock as it leaked more precum to make it smoother. Loved the heat of his body, his musky scent, the slapping of flesh as he was pounding my ass to make the mix of pain and pleasure pulse through my body. Being taken by a tiger filled something deep down no other sex before ever had. And none ever would. It was wild and rather frantic. He must have really wanted this. And that spurred me on even more. To buck my hips, drive him in deeper, give myself until I felt his whole body rumble with pleasure. I felt it in his heavy balls, pushing against my ass cheeks. He was already close. I neither tried to keep him on the edge, nor to hasten it. My own cock, rather forgotten, was stiff, but I knew I was not quite ready yet. But that was fine. After all, I hoped to keep him wanting for more.

 He was trembling, letting out a huffing, snarling breath as he emptied his balls into me, thick, long spurts of his cum, flooding me as I did all I could to draw it out, make him cum hard...

 And when he pretty much collapsed on top of me, panting, his tongue lazily lapping over my neck, I kept squeezing, kept impaling myself on his cock. He was chuckling, a bit weakly.

 ``Haaah, eager little thing, aren't you? Then again, would be a shame to not get more use out of that fine ass before I eat it up...'', he growled, making me feel his teeth on my neck, at the same time as his tongue was lapping up the flavor of my sweaty skin beneath the fur. It made my cock throb...

 ``Hnnnh, oh yes, please, fuck me more'', I whimpered and moaned, with all the seductiveness I could put in my voice. But, even if my plan, my desperate wild idea was all for naught. Truth was, I really wanted him to. As hot as the intense fucking just now had been, I loved savoring the slower claiming I was subjected to now. Him having shifted onto his side, his massive chest heaving against my back, as he was holding me in a firm embrace from behind. His hands roaming as he kept pushing his cock into me, not even giving it a chance to grow soft. I knew he had to be older than me, a fully mature male in his prime, but it seemed like he had enough lusty need in him to go straight from pumping me full of his warm seed into breeding me some more, just like any of my randy cousins, pent up and eager for the rut. Even if this was more lazy, playful, claws teasing my sensitive nipples, fingers even once reaching for my own throbbing cock for a slow, sensual stroke, returning to his mouth to let out a pleased sound as he lapped up the flavor of my precum. And that, that really got me turned on. I had never felt so much wanted. And even knowing that it was an all consuming desire, to have me, consume me, leave nothing behind, it was sending waves of heat and tingling lust through my body. And I was sure he knew it. And that just made it more intense. Until finally, I could not take any more, bucking and crying out as my seed erupted from my tip, over his fingers, my heaving chest and abdomen, as I clenched tight around him. He did not come immediately. He still had time to chuckle as he savored my release. But I would not let my own wave of blissful exhaustion keep me from pleasuring him, grinding against his slow, forceful thrusts, moaning as I used one hand to squeeze and tease the powerful thigh entrapping my own leg, holding me down possessively.

 ``Hnnnh, aaaah, please, breed me!'', I cried, and maybe that helped push him over, because I felt him shudder, felt his thrusts going fiercer, until with a groan, he finished in a wild crescendo, his heat flooding me, until he just lay there, panting, an arm wrapped around me as I pushed into him with a satisfied moan. We just lay there for I did not know how long. Me trying to fight the unbearable tension, not knowing what would come next. Him just slowly licking over my neck, lazily stroking over my chest, as his breath slowly, ever so slowly, began to shift to a soft, steady rhythm. I just lay there, silent, in his embrace, feeling the erect cock inside of me slowly, ever so slowly, growing soft. And then, finally, with a flush of relief, I heard the tiger starting to snore...

For a good while, I just stayed like this, not daring to move and wake him up. With his left arm and leg still draped over my body, I knew that if I wanted to disentangle myself from him, it would have to be a slow, careful process. So at first I waited, expecting any moment that he might rouse from his slumber, but he did not. His warm breath was tickling my neck, his sleepy scent enveloped me, his heat was seeping into my body where we were still so intimately connected. It did feel rather pleasant. Yet when I felt him shift on his back, his cock finally sliding out of me, I first thought it was him waking up. But it was not. The soft snoring continued. His chest was rising and falling. And I only needed to very carefully, very gently slide my leg out of the tangle it was forming with his, then I was free. I was shivering all over part from relief, part from missing his warmth. I very slowly dared to draw in breath, inhaling his scent in the air. The miracle had happened. The tiger had fallen asleep. While I was awake. I could walk out, through the entrance to his lair, back into the sunlight where my cousins were. Surprise them with my miraculous return...

 ...and yet, when I looked at the sleeping body, the majestic, muscular form, the long tail trailing through the leaves and moss, I felt I could not quite depart like that. That I just had to have a last look at him, as if I needed to convince myself that this all was real. That he would not just jump from his bed the moment I made my way to the entrance. Or, to be honest...

 ...I also just could not quite tear myself away from him. So I made a step closer, drawing in another breath. The air smelled so strongly of him. Maybe especially with how he was lying now. Both his groin and his armpits exposed, filling the air with his scent. His almost flaccid cock slick, glistening in the dim light. His face looked so peaceful that I could not help but feel at ease. Feel confident to lean down. Closer. Until my snout was only a handspan away from his armpits, where his fur was damp with sweat, smelling strongly of male, musk and tiger. My body was shivering as I inhaled, first just hovering, then, unable to help myself, getting closer, until the damp fur was tickling my nostrils. This was soo good. I had always been into the scent of other males. But with a predator, there was something else. A sharper, stronger note, that seemed to go right to my groin, making it throb with excitement. And the tiger was showing no signs of waking, just shifting a bit. So I grew bolder. Running my hands over his muscular pecs, his big, still slightly pert nipples, his abdomen, until my fingers brushed his pubic fur. He was radiating heat down there and I could only marvel at how the musky scent of sweat would mix with the heady aroma of arousal down there...

 I pressed myself against his body, loving the moment of sweet friction when my own nipples rubbed against his, resting my head for a moment against his shoulder, before sliding down, trembling a bit as I felt my swelling cock rub against his fur. It was a slow journey for my face to make it down to his groin, but I savored every moment of it. I just could not think of anything else, not of the part of me warning me that I should better quit this, better make my escape...

 I needed this. I knew that there was not much chance of ever getting the opportunity again, to just explore the body of a predator. A hot, big, manly predator who had given me the best rutting in my whole life. And when my nose hit his groin, I could not help a little whimper, as much as I tried to stifle it. I closed my eyes, spending I did not know how long just inhaling, touching, feeling the heavy balls, the cock starting to swell under my touch. And I just could not help it. I had to take a lick. Taste the Seed that had still been oozing from his cock. He still did not show any sign of waking. And I think that was what made me really grow bold. I remembered the tingling sensation, when he had been on top of me, cock rubbing against cock. I just had to feel that again. I needed it.

So I reversed my journey, climbing on top of the tiger, shivering as I felt his body against mine, seeing his closed eyes, his slowly rising and falling chest. I was nuzzling my face right against those two mounds of muscle, inhaling his scent, even if it was not as intense there as it had been with his pits or his groin. He felt warm. And his cock felt hot, already slick and slippery as mine was. One of my hands slowly stroked over his stripped fur as the other slid between us, aligning our swollen shafts as I pushed against him, this time managing to suppress the needy whimper at the wonderful slick, hot friction. I just could not help myself at this point, I wanted it so badly that it seemed the only thing that mattered, cock throbbing, making my whole body shiver with heat, craving more of his solid warmth as I lapped over one of his nipples, inhaled him, closed my eyes, wished I could just keep at this forever...

So, when I suddenly felt a big hand, gently squeezing my ass, my first reaction was to instinctively push into the touch. Before with a little yelp, I realized what it meant. My eyes flying open.

 To look right into his sleepily blinking yellows, into the mouth with its big, sharp white fangs opening for a yawn, before settling into a still rather sleepy grin. Maybe I could still have bolted, tried to run right then. But I did not try to. I just looked at him, feeling flustered, sheepish.

 ``Well, good morning there, little bull. And quite a good morning, I'd  say...'', he chuckled, his other hand landing on my shoulder, slowly stroking over my back. His touch felt so good...

 ``I, umh, I mean...'', I started, stammering, feeling both flushed with self-conscious embarrassment and still way too horny, with my cock leaking and rubbing against his, to get anything sensible out.

 ``Sssshhh, don't get all flustered. I quite enjoyed it'', he said with a wink, slowly scritching between my shoulder blades, returning my enthusiastic frotting by pressing back against me, cock to cock.

 ``I'd just have thought you'd use the chance to slip away. And leave me without a cute little thing eagerly nuzzling into me...'', he growled playfully, making me shiver. He must have not been quite that fast asleep for a while. Still, I could not quite feel mad at myself for being so recklessly bold. Not when it still felt so amazingly good. So I just nodded.

 ``I, I did mean to originally. I, umh, I tried to get you off multiple times so you would maybe pass out. Just, umh, when I meant to leave, erh, when I looked back...'', I lowered my gaze, feeling my cheeks burn. But he would have none of that, cupping my chin, making me look into his yellow eyes, making me shiver at his expression. Hunger, lust and deep satisfaction, pride...

 ``...you just couldn't resist? Say, little bull, what is your name?'', the tiger said.

 ``C, Cody...'', I answered, unsure of what was to come. I could see his hunger. And I could feel how it resonated with something deep inside me. And I knew now for sure that there was no escaping it.

 ``Hmmmh, Cody, that is cute. I'm Skylar'', the tiger added with a low growl, still stroking me.

 ``You know what this means, Cody, don't you?'', he asked, almost gently. I whimpered, nodding.

 ``You will eat me...'', I barely got out, feeling my cock throb against his. He smirked.

 ``Yes, Cody, I will eat you. Maybe tonight, after we have slept together in every way I want to sleep with you, rut with you, fuck you. Maybe in a few days, maybe a moon. I like you. You are cute. But I won't let anyone else have you. You are mine. And when I devour others, maybe some of the other young bulls you know...'', he paused, licking his lips, slowly grinding against me...

``...I, I think I would, hnnnh, I would feel bad. I would not want it to be them. I would want it to be me instead. Part of me would...'', I finished his sentence, my voice trembling with the gravity of it. Both of us understood. As if it was just the natural way of things. And maybe it was...

 I stroked my fingers through his fur, inhaling his scent, grinding our stiff, leaking cocks together.

 ``Yes, good boy...'', Skylar chuckled, squeezing my ass. I whimpered, wanting more...

 It did not need any more words. We did not rush, we took it slow. And when we came, it left us both panting, tangled in a warm embrace, me closing my eyes, listening to the rumbling sound coming from his chest as he gently stroked me. Feeling the other rumbling, coming from his belly...

And as we both drifted to sleep this time, I knew that if he would devour me in the morning, I would not have any regrets. As Skylar had said. It was what my body had been made for. And if it meant I could have this, the warm, musky, muscular body, the deep growling voice and those intense yellow eyes already seeming ready to eat me up on their own, then that was fine by me...

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