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With a low huff, I clicked on it.
Pictures jumped out at me. Tigers in various couplings, with one human or two, tigresses with human males, the other way around. Two males, two females. Choosing a video of a guy like me with a dark haired woman, I settled more comfortably on my bed. She didn’t look remotely like Kat but I felt myself harden anyway, and palmed my cock through the layers of sweatpants and boxers.
A brief glimpse of the guy’s bulky chest was all I got before a new window popped up on my screen. ‘If you want to watch this hot video please subscribe to our website :)’ it read in magenta letters, tiger and woman hidden behind an opaque white square.
Damn it. With a groan, I clicked. I needed to see it. The payment process was set up smoothly and barely two minutes later, I heard the tiger’s growl in my ears and alongside it, the cute little moans of the woman. It was probably all fake, but she sounded as if she was enjoying herself—even though the tiger handled her a bit too roughly for my liking.
“On your knees,” he growled, reminding me a little of what I had said to Kat the other day, and the woman immediately obeyed, moaning loudly when he pushed his cock unceremoniously between her lips. I skipped forward a bit.
The woman was on the bed, spread out for him, her legs splayed to accommodate his bulk.
He poised himself over her, pushing relentlessly inside, and began to pound her tight pussy way too quickly for it to be comfortable for her. Humans needed to be primed to take us. I’d never have a woman suck me off and then fuck her without giving her pleasure before to make sure she was opened enough.
I found it hard to get aroused by the video. On a primal level, yes, but I felt sorry for her.
Slightly disappointed, I chose another. ‘Female friendly’, a tiny purple label under the title read.
It was again a video of a guy like me and a human woman. The pace he set in their interaction was slow, deliberate. He kissed her first. Long, hard and deep, and I suppressed a noise of longing at being able to kiss someone like that.
Before I knew it, my cock was out and I was fisting my achingly hard length. Giving it a slow stroke, I drew out the first beads of precum and spread it around the head.
Fuck.
He had barely begun licking her, causing her to thrash and shake with sobs of pleasure, when I was close to coming. I was starving. Gathering more precum and slickingmyself with it, I fisted my cock in a tight grip, picking up speed as my other hand travelled lower to play with my balls.
I wondered for a second if they were blue under my fur, heavy and achingly full as they felt in my grip. Then bliss eradicated all rational thoughts from my mind. The animal, always lurking so close under the surface, took over. He arched and clawed as pleasure radiated through me and hot sticky spurts of cum coated my stroking fingers, the length of my cock and got stuck in the hair at my groin.
Pulling my shirt up over my head, I used it to wipe myself clean. The video was paused on a still of the tiger about to mount his partner. Not wanting to see it and just keep going until I’d be raw, I shut the site and window, and grabbed a fresh shirt from my wardrobe before sitting back down on my bed, face buried in my hands.
I was done jerking off, and not because my hunger had been sated. That last video had made me realise what being with Abbie for so long had cost me. My own satisfaction and having the opportunity to have a partner feel unimaginable pleasure at my hands.
She’d always said she hadn’t been aroused by me, but maybe that hadn’t been about me at all? What if she simply wasn’t into Feline guys? She might not have realised at first; perhaps she had been attracted to me. I’d been the first Tigris she’d slept with. We were a lot to handle. I’d never even paused to allow myself to consider that as a possibility. That I might not be the problem after all, and that she’d turned so nasty because she had needs I couldn’t satisfy. Itwas no excuse for her behaviour, and I would never know if my theory was true. Yet simply thinking it made a bit of the weight I was carrying with me lift off my chest.
I had never been a guy to lie back and carelessly stick my cock anywhere. Even the thought of it made me wince. I liked being on the receiving end of someone’s affection, but more than that, I loved giving my partners pleasure.
I adored licking them, lived for the exploration of their bodies, enjoyed learning what turned them on, hearing their quickening breaths, the open mouthed pants and eyes rolling back in their heads when the pleasure spiked for the first time, but it was never just the one. The moment when they finally took my barbs and their feverish groans turned into cries. When they let me into their bodies, their wet hot pussies, or their tight holes. Oh, those were my favourites.
One time was all they needed to get addicted to the feel of me in their asses, begging me to fuck them harder as they sobbed on my dick, and I wrenched orgasm after orgasm from their flesh until they were spent, empty, and unable of coherent speech.
Squeezing the base of my cock to stop me from blowing my load once more, I dragged the boxers and sweatpants back up over my hips, the bulge pushing against the grey fabric.
My cock throbbed worse than ever. I needed a cold shower to douse all the arousal. I decided to go ask Kat if she was done showering and if I could occupy the bath for a bit. The idea of her seeing me in that state wasn’t somethingI wanted; it was embarrassing, but she needn’t know any details. Just that I’d take a shower to cool off and drown my almost painful erection in a shit ton of the coldest water we had on tap. Maybe rub out one more to take the edge off.
Quickly checking myself over in the mirror to make sure my straining dick wasn’t pitching a massive tent in my pants, I made my way to her room.
“Kat?” I knocked and entered before she answered, something I never ever did but I was much too preoccupied.
Oh.
The scene before me imprinted so thoroughly into my brain that I was one hundred percent certain I would still be able to describe it in terrifying detail at ninety.
My roommate was lying on her bed, her lower half bared and spread out. One of her hands fondled a breast, the other rubbed between her legs. A video I couldn’t see was playing on her propped up smartphone.
I spun on the spot to flee from the room.
Chapter Twenty-Five
