Lynn chuckled and bent to kiss the tip of Rishi's nose. "I will try not to let old concerns make things difficult."
That made him laugh. "We are two tigers who can be men, and one man. That presents difficulties enough." Malik leaned over to give Lynn a true kiss, lips on lips.
Their Man made that funny purring noise that meant it was good, mouth opening and tongue sliding against his. The flavor was good, man and water and salt. The scent was good too, back to heavy musk, no more sad. He held Lynn's face, pushing his tongue in deep, aggressive and needing.
He heard Rishi's whimper, felt his young one shift, warm fur becoming cool skin against him. Yes. He needed Rishi as well. He bent from one set of lips to another, pulling Rishi into a kiss.
Lynn stayed with them, making the kiss be three. Their Man's arms wound around his and Rishi's necks, Lynn whimpering.
Rishi snuggled close, licking and moaning, bright eyes shining for him. Happy.
He was happy too, now that his two were happy, and Malik toppled them all over, rubbing skin against skin. Lynn moaned, rubbing back, shaft hard and hot like Rishi's and his own.
Rishi licked his way down, mouth hot and wet against his need, against Lynn's, those clumsy hands holding them together.
"Oh. Rishi. So good." Malik petted them both, purred for them.
"Yes," gasped their Man, hands twisting in his and Rishi's hair.
Rishi moaned, tongue lapping at them, little hungry noises filling Lynn's shelter.
He took another kiss from Lynn, hips pushing up. There was nothing better than loving. Not even napping or swimming. Lynn began moving too, making sweet noises. Rishi's purr felt sweet around his flesh, the vibration filled with Rishi's pleasure, Rishi's hunger.
So good. He stroked Rishi's back, Lynn's leg, petting. Needing.
"So good," murmured Lynn, petting them both.
Rishi's nod was immediate and enthusiastic, head bobbing.
"Oh! Rishi. More." It came out a growl, and his hips jerked. His shaft was so hard, so hard, and he knew it would not be long. Rishi pulled harder, lips tight, hungry, sounds of pure need sounding now. One last kiss, one more pull of Rishi's mouth and Malik roared, spending hard, hips snapping.
"Oh!" Lynn's arm wrapped around him and tugged him close and in only moments their Man spent as well.
Rishi licked them clean, then lapped the way up his belly, whimpering softly, rubbing against him. "Rrrrrrrraj..."
"Yes. Yes my good Rishi." His own hand found Rishi's hardness, stroking hard.
"Yessss..." Rishi growled low, eyes rolling as his hand was taken with quick, needy thrusts.
Lynn's hand slid over top of his, fingers sliding between his own and together they pulled on Rishi's shaft.
"Now, Rishi. I want your scent." Malik gripped Lynn's hand and Rishi's shaft and squeezed. Rishi roared for him, loud and needy as heat sprayed, the young one jerking against him.
He brought Lynn's hand, still joined with his, to his mouth and licked Rishi's essence, purring at the taste.
"Mine. My Rishi. My Man Lynn."
Lynn chuckled, hand curling. His Man pressed close. Rishi licked his lips, his hands, then shifted, landing heavy and furry in his lap.
"Are you better now, Lynn?" Malik thought he should ask before Rishi dragged them outside of the little house.
Lynn smiled and nodded. "I think I am very good now, Malik, thank you. You and Rishi, you both make me... very happy."
He kissed Lynn lightly and nudged at Rishi. Now that everyone was happy again, he wanted a nap.
"I need to finish sewing these," Lynn murmured. "I know it doesn't really matter, but I feel more comfortable in them. More... protected, if you catch my meaning."
Rishi started backing out, mouth soft on his ankle, tugging. Insistent.
"Yes, my Rishi." He looked at Lynn. "You will join us? After?"
"Yes, of course. It would be my pleasure." Lynn gave him a mischievous smile. "It would be even more my pleasure if you ended up in a shaded place..."
"We will. For napping." He smiled and let Rishi lead him out. Happily.
***
His Raj was big and strong. His Raj had the loudest roar and the whitest teeth and the most perfect stripes. His Raj could hunt the male beasts with much meat and the water beasts with teeth. His Raj found their Man. His Raj was most wonderful.
Rishi walked over and plopped down beside his mate and licked the wide cheek, purring and nuzzling, greeting Malik with a happy chirrup.
Malik answered him with a deep, contented rumble, leaning up to rub cheeks with him.
Mmm... Those scents were good, strong. They made his belly warm as if they had just hunted, made his self quiver and purr. He dared to drape one paw over Malik's ruff and began grooming, tongue sliding.
The sounds grew into a warning for a moment, Malik warning him to behave, but then his Raj nuzzled into the touch.
He was a So Good Rishi, their Man said so many times and he groomed so carefully, so gentle, sure to put every hair in order.
Even the long, twisty whiskery ones.
A few teeth showed as Malik lifted a lip, or maybe that was because he licked the whiskery part above it. Either way, Malik nipped at him, reminding him to not get so close to the eyes.
Just for that, he licked Malik's eyebrow. It was puffy anyway and needed smoothing.
A big paw swatted at him, Malik roaring very loud right in his ear. Very loud, his Raj, just like he'd thought.
He leapt away, shaking his head to make the ringing leave and making sure his fur was away from his Raj's claws. He would groom himself and it would feel good.
Very good.
Ha.
He settled on his own Rock in the sun and started grooming, smoothing his fur.
So there.
Malik ignored him. For a very long time, indeed. Long enough for him to groom twice. Then Malik got up and stretched, claws digging into the soft soil, butt up and tail curled over that long back.
A soft growl accompanied Malik as his Raj passed, and a long tail tickled his nose for a moment, taunting him.
He batted at that teasing tail, pinning it to his Rock for only a heartbeat with only his paws, no claws at all. Not even one.
Well, maybe one.
Quick as anything, Malik turned and was on him, tumbling him from his rock and rolling him over and over. The growls were mock, though, playful, sounds of joy.
Oh!
Oh!
He rolled and growled, paws batting at the strong chest, back feet raking along Malik's belly as they played.
Malik purred and nipped and licked him, in a rare mood for play, and got him by the ruff, shaking gently.
Rishi chuffed and chirruped, swaying along with Malik's motions, the shaking making him dizzy.
A chuff of feline laughter answered him, and Malik flopped down on top of him, full weight pressing him into the ground.
He flattened, relaxing, knowing better than to struggle. It just made him hot and made his belly itch anyway.
Besides, Malik felt good.
Heavy, but good.
Malik rubbed noses, then cheeks, licking him and purring very loud. Claiming him.
He stretched, offering himself wholeheartedly to his Malik, to his Raj.
Which was good, because he thought Malik was in a mood to take. The purrs changed to rumbles, and the licks turned to bites, Malik's teeth closing so gently on his neck.
Rishi purred, relaxed, easy. He knew better than to play now. Now was for taking and tasting and mating.
Encouragement, approval, love; these things all sounded in Malik's rough noises, and that big body moved against his, mingling their scents.
So good. He was warm and happy, stretched and safe. His Raj was good to him. Loved him. Wanted him.
Malik's tail wrapped about his, and the scent of them together was rich and deep and right. Malik rubbed, purred, nipped at him, made his belly very warm.
His muscles shivered deep insid
e, his claws scratching at the air, rolling with pleasure, with heat, with need.
A sharp sound was his only warning, he blinked, and Malik was as a man, smiling at him. "This way, Rishi." Malik has spent much time as a man, once, and still liked to make love that way.
Rishi thought very hard, shivering as he changed, pushing into Malik's body. He was learning to enjoy being a man, but it sometimes worried him -- no fur, no teeth, no claws.
Still... Making love was worth it.
His Raj was worth it.
The one thing they could do as men that Malik had taught him was called kissing, and Malik kissed him now, tongue pushing into his mouth as their lips met.
Oh. Oh, good. Rishi made a noise that would have been a purr if he were in his Real skin and rubbed closer. So smooth, so hot, skin-on-skin. So good.
Hi Raj touched him all over, hands moving over his back to his buttocks, fingers sliding against him. The kiss went on and on, Malik purring into it, the sound remarkably like the one Malik made normally.
He wrapped his legs around Malik, rubbing their bare bellies together, moaning as the bit of soft man-pelt tickled him.
"Mmmm." Those soft lips slid from his and moved along his chin to his neck, biting down at the base, marking his skin the way Malik could only as a man.
"Mal..." Tingles made his skin tight, made his fingers curl into Malik's thick hair.
"Rishhhi." The sound drew out against his skin as Malik rubbed against him, shaft hard and hot between his legs. Malik moved just so, and lined them up so they rubbed together the best way, hardness on hardness.
Rishi cried out, watching Malik's eyes, sensations riding him, chasing him like the wind, like the moon.
The pleasure built like one of the storms that swept through the jungle, Malik testing his collarbone with the teeth and tongue, then sucking his nipples into that hot, wet mouth, one by one.
He reached between them, stroking the hot smoothness of his Raj's need. At the first touch of that heat to his fingers, Rishi spent, the sensation stunning him.
Wide eyes rising to meet his, Malik growled low and deep, hips pushing as his Raj spilled as well, the scent strong and wild.
"Oh. Rishi."
Yes. He leaned up, stroked his cheek against Malik's, purring low. So good.
The touch was returned in kind, cheeks soft against his, Malik licking at his lips.
He chuckled, chasing Malik's tongue with his own, sliding beneath his Raj.
Malik rolled them, putting them side by side, and stroked his hip and thigh, smiling at him. "My Rishi."
Cuddling close seemed to be the only response, purring and gently licking the skin he could find.
"R-r-r-r-r-raj."
"Mmmmm." Soon his Raj would want to go swim, but for now they were both content to lie together, letting the breeze cool their skin, feeling their love for each other through their hands and lips.
His Raj was most beautiful, most strong, most powerful. His Malik, though, his Malik was everything.
***
The day was hot, but not so much so that he needed to go soak. Malik was on his rock, stretched out in what Lynn called his dead kitty sprawl.
Their Man was off washing his clothes. He insisted that he no longer needed a tiger guard to do so, so Malik took the opportunity to nap.
Rishi had gone off with their man at first, but had obviously soon become bored with clothes washing, because the sun had barely moved when he saw Rishi bounding back, tail high, chasing a tiny, fast bird.
Through one barely open eye he watched as the bird continued to evade his most loved, and Rishi finally gave up, collapsing to the grass to pant for a bit. Then Rishi was up and moving toward him, circling toward the back of his rock, thinking himself very stealthy, no doubt.
Malik decided to play. He let his tail drop off the rock, letting it dangle down behind him, the tip just barely moving. He could hear his young one stop still, could feel those bright, dancing eyes watching his tail. Waiting to pounce. Wanting to leap.
Oh, he loved his Rishi when the young one hunted. Malik swung his tail from side to side, slow and even, snuffling as though in sleep.
Rishi's silence was thunderous, the sound of those claws digging into the earth sweet. Then Rishi pounced, the happy roar filling the air.
Yowling as if in surprise at being awakened so, Malik rolled off his rock, landing hard on his back and making a pitiful noise. His Rishi would surely worry for him. Just as he'd thought, his Rishi came creeping up, eyes worried, nostrils flared. That head was held low, a soft sound tickling his fur.
He waited until just the right moment, just when Rishi was close enough to be unable to escape, and rolled, knocking Rishi right over. Climbing atop his young one, Malik chuffed, biting at Rishi's neck with a happy growl. Rishi's eyes went wide, the young one surprised and then so happy, chuffing, paws batting harmlessly at his belly. His face was quite thoroughly licked, his chin nibbled as Rishi played.
His young one. His love. It took so little to make Rishi happy, and Malik needed just that encouragement to play sometimes, else he would grow old and dry up. Licking at Rishi's whiskers made the sweet one squirm, and he did it again, just to see. Rishi's muzzle twitched and wriggled, the body beneath him shifting and shivering. Little, rough barking noises filled the air, his Rishi ticklish and happy and loving him.
Loving right back took no effort at all, just pressing down against Rishi, rubbing their bodies together.
Rishi purred and arched, eyes dropping closed. So responsive, his Rishi, always reacting so perfectly to him. Malik purred back, nibbling and licking and grooming, and keeping Rishi from being bored the best way he knew how.
His Rishi stretched, sliding beneath him, paws rolling slow and gentle against his chest. A deep growl escaped him as they moved together, and Malik backed away, nudging Rishi, encouraging him to roll over. Rishi headbutted him gently, then rolled, hips arching up beneath him, claws digging into the ground.
He covered Rishi quickly, needing suddenly, wanting to show Rishi something... how the young one was necessary. How he was most loved.
Rishi rumbled, the low, wanting sounds full of pleasure, of love, of trust. His Rishi. His young one. Pushing, grunting, Malik took his Rishi, fast and hard, biting down fiercely on Rishi's neck.
Rishi shook beneath him, roaring fiercely, the song of their passion ringing through the air. His own roar rang out loud and strong, letting their whole territory hear his love for his Rishi.
Rishi relaxed beneath him, purr low and constant, tongue brushing over his paw. Licking at Rishi's fur to smooth it, Malik rolled to one side, letting Rishi come to him and rub cheeks.
Those golden eyes were happy, bright, the love in them so clear, like deep, still water.
What more could he ask? He nuzzled, purring. Maybe a nap.
~Chapter Eleven~
SPLASH
Rishi closed his eyes and bounced hard, making the Long-Leggedy Birds fly and squawk and sputter.
Sputter?
Rishi stopped.
Blinked.
Long-Leggedy Birds did not sputter.
Not usually.
He looked down at his Very Wet Pretending to be a Man Raj and their even more Very Wet Man.
Oh.
Oops.
He closed his eyes and bounded the other way, hoping they hadn't noticed it was him before. After all... It was dark with his eyes closed, right?
Right.
Dark.
So there.
Ha!
A manly nottigerroar followed him, and he surely would have escaped the slower two legs of both his Raj and their Man if it were not for that rock he ran into with his eyes closed, hitting his nose. Very hard.
Oh!
Oh, ow!
He sat down hard, roaring, eyes tearing up, snarling at the Big, Mean, Bad, Evil Rock.
"Rishi!" His Raj came to him, hands soft on his aching head. "Oh. Rishi. You must be more careful."
He
whimpered, nuzzling into the touches. Yes. Careful.
Ow.
Very much ow.
"Are you all right, Rishi?" asked Lynn, their Man's hands warm and gentle in his fur.
That helped with the ow. So did Malik rubbing a cool, wet hand over his nose, though he expected that to hurt.
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