Cat Tales 2: Eye of the Tiger

by Stormy Sommers

  Run with me, An’Ru. Rav strode toward the edge of the firelight without so much as a backward glance and half-reluctant, half-eager, Andrew followed.

  They walked side by side out into the thigh-high grass, until the light of the fire was well behind them and stars swam overhead like a swarm of fireflies, winking softly in the darkness. Andrew stood, breathing deeply, inhaling the delicate, seductive fragrance of the savanna night deep into his soul, feeling something very close to peace unfold in his breast. Then, between one moment and the next, Rav changed shape.

  “Holy shit!”

  The massive tiger beside him looked up, baring its five-inch fangs in what Andrew supposed had to be called a grin. It -- he -- was even larger than Andrew had realized earlier. He had to be well over eight feet long, not counting the tail which lashed behind him. His tawny, striped back came up almost to Andrew’s ribcage, and his paws, padding silently through the waving grass, were nearly ten inches across.

  You know what they say, Rav’s voice chuckled in his mind. Big paws, big…

  “Cat. Cute. Very cute.” He grimaced, and the tiger let out a low, throaty growl -- the feline equivalent of laughter.

  Run with me, An’Ru. Ride on my back.

  “Are you serious?”

  In the velvety darkness, Rav’s eyes gleamed a weird, luminous amber. Yes.

  Hesitantly, amazed, Andrew swung a leg over Rav’s broad back, feeling the silken fur glide along the inside of his thighs. Lean forward, Rav commanded, and Andrew stretched along his back, wrapping his arms around the powerful neck. The longer, whitish fur of Rav’s chin ruff tickled his forearms, and Andrew felt his nipples harden at the caress of Rav’s pelt.

  Hold tight, An’Ru Hunt. Muscles like liquid iron coiled below him, and Rav sprang into the darkness.

  Andrew clung to his neck, marveling at the power which surged through the tiger’s body. Wind whipped over them as Rav ran, his long, lithe body stretching into each stride, carrying them almost noiselessly through the long grass. Charging up a shallow slope, Rav carried them along the crest of a ridge, the grass shorter here, allowing Andrew to gaze over Rav’s shoulder at the vast, moonlit savanna spread out before them. A fierce, wild exultation burned through his veins. Throwing his head back, he whooped in delight.

  He heard Rav’s grin in the tone of his mind-voice. Shall I go faster?

  “Faster? Holy shit, how fast can you go?”

  As fast as the wind. Dropping his head, Rav surged forward, his sleek body working almost effortlessly as he increased his pace until Andrew had to squeeze his eyes to slits against the wind. It was amazing. Overwhelming. Nothing he’d ever experienced even came close to the sheer exhilaration of riding Rav, feeling the tiger flex and lunge beneath him, caressed by the whisper-light softness of fur and the warm, intoxicating musk of Rav’s scent in his nostrils.

  Every nerve in his body sang with sensation. Cool, clean air flooded his lungs, a heady counterpoint to the thick, surging warmth in his groin. Andrew couldn’t help imagining what it’d be like to ride Rav naked, to feel silken fur brushing his cock as they ran, to feel the motions of Rav’s powerful body teasing his erection… His balls were so full they felt swollen, heavy with excitement and the thrill of the night.

  Then Rav stopped short, and Andrew, surprised, found himself sliding to the ground. The great cat threw himself down beside him, his lithe, massive body stroking along Andrew’s bare side as Rav twisted on his back, rolling in the grass like a horse. Then he turned to Andrew, one heavy forepaw draping across his chest as Rav purred, the sensation vibrating straight through Andrew’s core, seeming to pool in the base of his gut. In less time than it took to blink, the tiger was gone and it was Rav beside him on the soft, fragrant grass, one arm curved around Andrew’s waist, his gleaming amber eyes filled with a deep, feral fire as he bent his head and claimed Andrew’s lips in a kiss.

  Across the rolling grasslands, the second of Terrana III’s moons slid silently above the horizon, bathing the savanna in iridescent light.

  Fire shot through Andrew’s nerves, licking along his very bones as Rav’s mouth locked against his, their tongues half-battling, half-caressing each other. Groaning, Andrew closed his eyes, surrendering to the need searing through him. His fists clenched in Rav’s hair, pulling the An’Shar’s mouth tighter against his own. Their chests brushed against each other, and he felt the thunderous beat of Rav’s heart inches from his own.

  Drawing back, panting, he stared at Rav in shock. Jesus! Nothing, no one, had aroused him so deeply. And from a kiss! Just from a kiss! Rav, too, was panting, his nostrils flaring as he gazed back, the same startled wonder filling his eyes.

  An’Ru.

  Yes, Andrew answered.

  And then there were no more words, just the feel of skin against skin, muscle straining against muscle as the two men dragged each other into a tight, deep, frantic embrace. Rolling onto his side, Andrew ground his hips against Rav’s, feeling the length of Rav’s iron-hard erection mashed against his as they embraced, their tongues lashing together in a dance as old as time. Rav cupped Andrew’s ass, tugging him even tighter against that thick, hard cock, and Andrew groaned into his open mouth as their hard-ons strained against each other, teasing, tormenting. He moved his hands up Rav’s arms, squeezing the powerful biceps, as round and firm as his own.

  Rav’s scent was intoxicating, warm and wild as the sunbaked savanna, making his head spin. He dropped his head back, gasping, overwhelmed by the desire flooding through his body, a need so deep, so insistent it was almost violent. Had he ever felt this before, this clamoring hunger to take and be taken, to fuck with every ounce of strength and will he possessed?

  No, Andrew admitted. Jesus, I’ve never felt anything like this.

  Rav lowered his mouth to Andrew’s neck, and Andrew clung to him, panting as Rav’s teeth trailed lightly down the side of his throat. Then he ducked his head even farther, finding Andrew’s tight, sun-browned nipple and sucking. Andrew’s hips bucked forward, and he felt his balls clench, a first spurt of pre-come slicking the inside of his shorts. Reaching down, he squeezed the round, heavy muscles of Rav’s ass, tugging him tight against his aching erection. The ridge of Rav’s cock rubbed against his, and Andrew groaned again, fighting not to come.

  Rav’s soft, sensuous mouth nibbled and licked at first one nipple, then the other, sending pulse after pulse of sensation straight to his overburdened balls. Writhing, Andrew tossed his head, his groin pressed tight against Rav’s, his hands sliding from Rav’s ass to his hair as he arched his chest forward, pushing his nipple deeper into Rav’s mouth. Growling, Rav attacked it, savaging it with lips and teeth and tongue until the tight, upright point practically burned. It felt so good, and yet it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t what his body craved.

  Fuck me, Rav. Oh God, fuck me!

  With a snarl of triumph, Rav rolled him onto his back, moving over him, hands tearing at the waistband of his shorts until Andrew showed him how to slip free the button and tug down the zipper. Andrew kicked off his boots and lay back, staring wonderingly up at Rav’s massive shoulders outlined against the stars as Rav undid the zipper, slowly freeing his cock, and slid his shorts off.

  Oh, An’Ru. Your cock is beautiful. Long and hard and aching for me.

  Yes, Andrew whispered back. Aching for you.

  He saw Rav’s teeth flash in the moonlight, bared in a grin, and then gasped as Rav’s talon-like fingernails trailed lightly over the hard curve of his balls, drawing searing lines of fire from his perineum up to the base of his shaft. His cock jerked, bouncing against his belly, and Rav grinned again, repeating the motion. The sharp tips drew furrows in the soft, curly hairs covering Andrew’s sac, tugging gently.

  I want to taste you, An’Ru. I want to drink your seed as you come for me.

  Andrew moaned. His limbs felt heavy, beyond his command as Rav spread his thighs, lifting them over those broad, rolling shoulders as he lowered his head to Andrew’s erection.
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  “Oh, Jesus,” Andrew whispered as Rav’s tongue, rougher than a human’s, flicked along the slit in his swollen tip. Rav growled in enjoyment, savoring the taste, then swirled his tongue around the distended rim, lapping the underside of it almost delicately. His fingers played over Andrew’s scrotum, those claw-like nails teasing, tormenting, until his balls were so taut with come he thought he might explode.

  Desperately, he dug his hands into Rav’s thick, shaggy hair, clenching it in his fists as he forced Rav’s mouth downward.

  My impatient An’Ru. Is this what you want? With a mental chuckle, Rav closed his lips around Andrew’s cock and in one swift, gliding motion, plunged his head downward.

  White ecstasy burst inside Andrew’s mind, blotting out the night, the stars, everything but the feel of Rav’s mouth upon him. Rav’s rasping tongue flicked along Andrew’s ridge, making him arch in rapture. It was so different, both rougher and more muscular than a human tongue, stirring him in a way he’d never imagined. The sensation was so strong it was almost painful, and yet he couldn’t get enough of it as Rav sucked him deeper, then drew back slowly, trailing his tongue over Andrew’s throbbing, sensitive tip.

  He was so close to coming. Everything inside him had contracted to one all-consuming ache, a conflagration which flared at the base of his balls and seared along his cock, triggering a pulse of yearning deep inside his ass. Sounds were spilling from his throat, low, hungry moans which were almost whimpers.

  Not yet, An’Ru, Rav whispered. I want to taste you first.

  More slowly now, he slid his mouth downward, taking Andrew’s cock inch by inch until the head pressed against the back of his throat and his lips were wrapped tight around the very base.

  For all the lovers he’d had, no man had ever managed to swallow every inch of him, and Andrew froze, his entire body quivering as Rav devoured his cock all the way down to the balls. Don’t move, he groaned. Rav, don’t move!

  I won’t, the An’Shar promised. I can feel you, you know.

  What? Instinctively, Andrew closed his eyes -- and like an ocean wave breaking over him, the sensations Rav was experiencing flooded his mind. He could feel his cock, stretching Rav’s jaw wide, the delectable pressure as it pulsed against Rav’s throat, forcing him to breathe heavily through his nostrils. He could feel the tension in the An’Shar’s shoulders as Rav held himself poised above him, struggling with the desire to thrust his head just that last half-inch downward, triggering the explosion he could sense coiling in Andrew’s balls, tightening with each passing second…

  Then Andrew touched the burning frenzy of Rav’s own arousal -- the taut expectancy which made Rav’s cock throb against his abs and his balls, swollen with seed, tighten in anticipation against his groin…

  The sweet agony in Andrew’s loins burst into fire, searing along his nerves as he cried aloud, his voice ragged with bliss. His testicles clenched and his cock flexed in Rav’s mouth, pulsing with each thrust of Rav’s head. Rav milked him with his lips, catching and swallowing each hot jet of come as Andrew clung to him, his hips pistoning upward, his hands knotted in Rav’s hair as he pounded deeper and deeper into Rav’s working mouth.

  Finally releasing Andrew’s cock, Rav roared aloud as he reared back against the night. His strong hands grabbed Andrew’s hips, rolling him onto his knees before him. Andrew tensed as he felt Rav move behind him -- never in his life had he let a man take him like this! But even as the aftershocks of his orgasm still shook him, he felt a renewed ache deep in his rectum, a hunger to have Rav inside him, riding him, fucking him with all the urgency he could sense searing through Rav’s frame.

  Rav knelt behind him, one hand on Andrew’s hipbone, the other reaching around to grasp his still-hard cock, gathering the last of his dripping juices and spreading them delicately over his exposed anus. Andrew panted, clenching his jaw as Rav’s huge erection nudged against his opening. As if it were his own, he felt Rav’s mouth flood with saliva, saw Rav look down at himself, his cock aimed like a spear at Andrew’s muscular ass. Raising his hand, Rav swirled his tongue over his fingers, and Andrew watched through Rav’s eyes as the An’Shar ran them over his cockhead, making it glisten with moisture in the moonlight.

  Do you want this, An’Ru? he asked, his mind-voice a growl of barely restrained lust. If not, tell me now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop once I start.

  “Yes,” Andrew hissed. Yes, Rav, I want it.

  And he did -- he wanted every inch of that hard, jutting cock inside him. He wanted to feel Rav’s body straining against his own, his muscles quivering with need. He wanted to make him come, over and over, as lost in sensation as Rav had made him…

  Stop, Rav panted in his head. Sharra! You’ll make me come before I’m even inside you.

  Then do it, damn you. Fuck me!

  Snarling, Rav threw his head back and pistoned his hips forward, forcing the meaty head of his cock past the tight ring of Andrew’s sphincter with an almost audible pop. Andrew gasped as red fire washed across his vision, making his head spin in mingled pain and delight. Rav froze above him, his hands clamped on Andrew’s hips, his claws scraping lightly across Andrew’s skin as he fought for control.

  But I don’t want you in control, Andrew whispered. Now take me! Thrusting his ass back, he forced Rav’s cock deeper inside him, panting as the pressure invading his ass nudged against the subterranean ache inside him. Yes! he gasped. More! Then he groaned aloud as Rav pushed himself deeper, and the ache in his gut blossomed into ecstasy.

  No man he’d been with had ever managed to find that exact spot, the one which cried out for stimulation and was never assuaged. Now Rav’s cockhead massaged it, dragging back and forth across the sensitive place deep inside Andrew’s flesh, making him quiver in absolute abandonment. Tilting his ass higher, he let his body go limp, inviting Rav to take him deeper, harder, to fuck him with all the untamed strength of his soul.

  Responding to his hunger, Rav slammed his hips forward, and Andrew groaned as Rav’s taut, furred balls pressed against his own. He felt filled in a way he’d never before experienced, Rav’s cock buried so deep inside him he swore he could feel it in his belly. It was exhilarating, as wild and exciting as riding Rav had been -- and now he wanted Rav to ride him. Ride him until he couldn’t take any more.

  Rav’s breath hissed through his teeth, and Andrew felt his balls pulse as he caught Andrew’s thought. Opening himself wide to Rav’s awareness, he saw himself, his thighs spread, his ass gleaming in the moonlight, stretched wide by Rav’s cock. His own cock jerked at the image, hardening again as Rav drew back slowly only to nudge his hips forward, his abs rippling as he worked his cock back and forth deep in Andrew’s ass. The sensation was exquisite, intoxicating, making him pant and clench his fists as he felt his own hunger rising. Rav’s balls pressed against the tender skin below Andrew’s scrotum as he sank into the hilt and clung there, shuddering.

  Sharra! You’re amazing. An’Ru… His thought trailed off in a deep, feral growl and Andrew grinned, his cheek pillowed on the soft grass, knowing without words that Rav was on the very edge of losing control.

  And I bet I know how to make him lose it altogether. His cock pulsed at the thought which had seized him, and desire, so strong it drove away every shred of reason, flooded his veins, making him arch his back as he panted, bracing himself against what he was about to ask for. Now do something for me, Rav.

  Anything, Rav groaned. Anything you want.

  Andrew grinned wickedly into the darkness and said, Change.

  Chapter Four

  Rav froze in shock above him. Then, feeling Andrew’s hunger, the An’Shar’s incredulity shaded into a fierce, exultant surge of arousal so overwhelming Andrew felt his balls contract in response, almost tipping him over into orgasm right then. The heat in his belly spiraled upward, and he clenched his fingers in the grass, clinging tight as he felt Rav shift.

  Oh, God. Oh, sweet Jesus.

  Rav’s cock swelled inside
him, thickening, spreading him even further. He could feel the whisper-soft caress of Rav’s belly fur, gliding against his upturned ass. Taking his weight on his forelegs, Rav tightened his haunches, pressing deeper into Andrew, deeper…

  For a moment Andrew thought he might pass out, the sensation was so overpowering. Rav’s thick, meaty tip nudged the aching spot inside him, and he heard himself moaning half-formed, unintelligible words as his entire body pulsated with need. Fumbling, he found Rav’s forelegs and wrapped his hands around them, reveling in the feel of fur beneath his fingers as he tightened his grip, bracing himself.

  Now fuck me, Rav. Fuck me until I scream in pleasure.

  Above him, the tiger threw his head back and roared. Slamming his hips forward, he took Andrew with a vengeance, his long, slick cock penetrating deeper than Andrew had ever imagined. His own shaft jerked in response, his balls clenched, taut and full, tight against his groin. As Rav pounded into him, his furred sac dragged against Andrew’s, and that one velvety caress was all it took to tip him over the edge.

  He cried out hoarsely over and over as the night seemed to shatter around him. His cock throbbed against his belly, his balls clenching so hard that thick, liquid jets of come splashed his chest as Rav’s roars rose into a scream like a cougar’s. It split the night as he rammed his cock inward, his powerful hips quivering against Andrew’s thighs, pumping stream after stream of his seed deep inside Andrew’s ass.

  Slowly, Andrew became aware again of the tiger’s heavy, ragged breathing, of the warmth of Rav’s fur brushing against his back. Carefully, Rav started to withdraw, then paused, and Andrew felt him shift again, his softening cock sliding easily now from the tight embrace of Andrew’s rectum.

  Every limb trembled as Andrew eased himself onto his back, staring up at the An’Shar. Over Rav’s broad shoulder he could see Terrana III’s moons, both high and silver, floating amid the endless stars.