Tigress In Heat
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Tigress in Heat
Master Tigress didn't know how she got there, or even how long she'd been there. All she knew was that she was chained, chained down to a bed, and blindfolded. How had she gotten here? Last thing she remembered, she had been walking through the market after dark and then all of a sudden...
Crap.
She snarled at her own stupidity. She'd been ambushed, hit from behind, evidently by someone who was much stronger than her. That narrowed down the field of possible suspects, but that didn't completely answer her question...
"Good evening, Master Tigress."
Or maybe it did.
She remembered that drawl, that smug, arrogant sneer, that smooth voice dripping with disdain. Tigress growled, clenching her fists. "Tai Lung."
"What, nothing more? No honorifics, no futile exclamations for help?" he asked. It sounded like the snow leopard was somewhere to her right, across the room, and if the echo was any indication, it had to be a large room. But where? Was she still in the Valley? She had to be; she may have been knocked unconscious, but she couldn't have stayed out for long. Even Tai Lung's nerve strike-for that was exactly what he had used on her, and what was probably keeping her from ripping his throat out right now-surely she would have been conscious before now?
"Where am I?" she asked, not expecting an answer. "What do you want with me?" she asked, fearing the answer.
"What do I want?" he mocked. "What do you think I want, my dear?" In an instant, his voice hissed in her ear, "I want the Dragon Warrior."
His hot breath tickled her skin, and the purr in his voice sent shivers through her, but she chose to ignore it because this was most certainly not the time to entertain certain thoughts. "Okay..." she said hesitantly. "So...why am I here, again?"
"Don't play coy with me, woman!" he shouted. "I know he has a soft spot for you, and you for him!"
"...What?"
"Once that fat panda knows where you are, he has no choice but to come 'round to save you, and in doing so, fight me to save you. I will not lose again, do you understand?"
"What makes you think...?"
"That he'll come to get you?" he snorted. "You are his sweetheart, his lover-"
"Wait, what?"
"-and as the hero of this Valley," he said with derision, "He's obligated to rescue you."
"LOOK," she shouted over him. "One, I am not some damsel in distress Po needs to save, and two, what in the hell are you talking about?"
"I think it's pretty straightforward," he said; she felt his weight leaning against the bed she was chained to, the warmth of his body and the softness of his fur tantalizing her as he counted off, "I kidnap you, your boyfriend comes to save you, I fight him, he dies, I become Dragon Warrior, and the peasants rejoice. Tell me if I lost you."
"You lost me at the part where Po is my boyfriend." She sighed, straining to see anything from behind the blindfold. "Look, Tai Lung, normally, yes, I would be intimidated by you because, lets face it, you're strong, you're good at kung fu, and you nearly killed me once. But right now, you are being completely ridiculous. First of all, you think that Po-that big, fat panda-is my boyfriend?! And second, you, Mr. Best-Kung-Fu-Fighter-in-History himself, who was smart enough to escape Chorh-Gom prison without a scratch, so intelligent that he mastered the Thousand Scrolls of Kung Fu before he turned twenty...and the best revenge plan you can come up with is 'kidnap girl and kill hero'?!"
He was silent for a moment, and Tigress could tell from the tenseness in the room that the snow leopard's plan had severely backfired, and that he was severely pissed about it. "...Just so we're clear," he said. "You and the Dragon Warrior...are not an item?"
"Are you insane?" she said. "I might respect the guy, but I don't have to like him!"
He stood there a moment longer, then sighed and tore the blindfold off her eyes. Tigress blinked rapidly and hissed as bright light hit her eyes, the pupils contracting almost painfully. When she could see again, she looked up to find Tai Lung himself standing above her with a most unholy rage in his firebrand eyes.
"So let me see if I understand-you hate him."
"I wouldn't say 'hate'. More like...'tolerate'...barely." As she glared back up at him, she watched numerous emotions cross his face until finally he sighed heavily and slammed his fists into the adjacent wall in frustration.
"Damn it!" he cursed.
Tigress stared at him, incredulous. It had been nearly a year since Po had defeated the snow leopard with the application of the Wuxi Finger Hold, and in that time, no one had seen or heard from the spotted feline. Most of the villagers assumed he was dead, a belief that Master Shifu was quick to concur, if only for the sake of keeping the peace. But the red panda knew, the Furious Five knew, and surely the Dragon Warrior knew that Tai Lung was still out there, licking his wounds and biding his time before coming back for revenge with a nefarious, reprehensible plot. Hell, he even had the dastardly evil-doer mustache! All he needed to complete the look was to twist his whiskers between his fingers and cackle wickedly. He seemed like a traditionalist.
"So let me get this straight," she said. "You had a year to come up with some nefarious plot, some horrible, diabolical way to get back at Po and Shifu, and the best you can come up with is to kidnap me?"
He gave her a sour look. "Woman," he growled. "I survived the Wuxi Finger Hold, something no one else has ever done before. Give me a little bloody credit."
"So it looks like we're at an impasse," she said.
He paused before replying. "It would appear so."
They stared at each other a moment longer, and Tigress got her chance to study him-truly study him-for the first time. Her first meeting him at the Thread of Hope had been too brief a time for her to accurately judge him by appearance and abilities. She noticed how he leaned on the ropes nonchalantly, asking her almost conversationally, "Where's the Dragon Warrior?" She had not been expecting that voice, that smooth, masculine tone, nor the effect it had on her: it made her feel lightheaded to hear it. Though he meant that one line to be derogatory towards her and her friends, she couldn't deny that it had turned her on, that he turned her on, rather.
At the time, she had not had ample time to avail his physique. All she knew was that it was pretty damn impressive that for a man who had spent twenty years in the same position...he was ripped. Now that she was up close and personal with him, she could see more for herself. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was handsome, incredibly handsome. His broad shoulders, strong chest and square jaw all screamed masculinity, and that purring voice and those piercing eyes belied a sensuous predator beneath an otherwise-dare she say it-fluffy appearance. Ah, but the muscles under that fur were not "fluffy" at all. She almost wished she could reach out and touch them, truly feel them, to run her hands over his pectorals and over that tight stomach...to feel his arms wrapping around her, the muscles in his back tightening and flexing under her hands as they moved together...
Where the hell did that come from?
Tigress inwardly growled, losing the battle to control her blushing. Of all the times to be kidnapped and at the mercy of a handsome villain, it had to be while she was in heat. That was the purpose of her trip into the village in the first place. Every time her heat cycle came around, she took an herbal medicine to combat it; otherwise, she would be humping and breeding with every male in the Jade Palace. The thought of doing that to her friends or...gods forbid...to her master sickened her to a level she didn't think possible. And this cycle in particular, the risk of giving in to her baser urges with Po sickened her even further. No, no, absolutely not. She would sooner blow Tai Lung than sleep with the panda...and the former was certainly a very tempting option.
She gasped when she felt his hands on her. Could he somehow know the fantasies she was entertaining? Was he...was he going to have his way with her, whether she liked it or not?
"Well," he sighed, "No sense in keeping you around then, is there?"
Tigress chastised herself for feeling disappointed. "What? Wait, are you just letting me go?"
"In a way. I'll have to blindfold you," the snow leopard explained, "Then take you back to the place I found you. Can't have everyone knowing where I am, can I? I've become rather fond of this hidey-hole. Hold still while I lift the nerve strike."
"Wait a second," she said. "You're going to lift the nerve strike when I can still attack you?"
"You won't," he smirked, and she growled at his arrogance. "And I think we both know you can't win a fight against me."
She growled louder, then stopped when a thought occurred. Well, it didn't so much as 'occur' to her as 'hit her like getting smacked in the face with a Swinging Club of Instant Oblivion'. She smirked; he caught the look, a confused and slightly wary expression crossing his spotted face.
"How much are you willing to bet on that?" she purred.
He blinked in surprise, probably more at the way she asked than what she actually said. When he finally wrapped his brain around it, he smirked and leaned over her, his hot breath against her cheek, "What is on the line?"
"You let me out of this nerve attack," she said softly, slowly, "and let me fight you, to prove that I can win. When I win-"
"If you win," he corrected.
"WHEN I win," she emphasized, "You will let me go, no questions asked."
"What's in it for me, then?" he drawled. "I suppose you'll just go on back to your pretty Palace and tell everyone where I am?"
"Not really," she said flatly. "I plan to beat you within an inch of your life and leave you for dead."
"A lovely incentive for me to win. But, say if I were to win," he thought about it, glanced down at her a moment, then grinned slyly. "If I were to win," he continued, "You would have to do whatever I ask you to do."
Even as her mind ran rampant with all sorts of naughty images of things her body would willingly do, even if he never asked, Tigress forced herself to believe that all that would happen is that he ask her never to tell anyone he was still alive. Yes, that sounded about right. I mean, what else could he possibly want?
"That sounds fair."
He grinned, pressing his fingers into her pressure points to unlock her limbs. When she felt her chi flowing through her body again, Tigress let out a relieved sigh and sucked in a deep breath of air, sitting up gradually. She swung her legs to the edge of the bed and stood...then abruptly faltered and fell when her still-wobbly legs failed her.
To her surprise and wonder, Tai Lung had actually bothered to grab hold of her, holding her against his body to steady her. As she gradually regained the strength and feeling in her legs, she couldn't help but notice the warmth and softness of his thick fur on his buff chest... "My apologies for that," he said, but not too convincingly, "I didn't intend to keep you in that bind for so long-it's a common side effect, I'm afraid."
"Please," she glared at him. "You're glad to see me like this."
"On the contrary, my dear," he smugly smiled, letting her go, "I much prefer you looking as lovely and violent as the first time we met. You make quite a fascinating study, Master Tigress. Beautiful, yet deadly-small wonder you've not been on many dates."
"Neither have you," she shot back, feeling the sting of the insult. Then she smirked, "Unless those rumors about prison are true..."
He snarled viciously. "Will people get off that?! That prison rape cliché is getting really old!"
"As old as you are?"
"Watch it."
She stood up and walked across the room-a large one, as she had expected-and lowered herself into her battle stance. He just gave her a nonplussed look and crossed his arms, waiting for her to say something. She looked at him, sighed, and began...
"Ground rules," she said.
"Of course."
"Rule one: no claws."
"Agreed. Rule two, nothing below the belt."
"Fair enough. Rule three, the last one standing is the winner."
He arched a heavy brow. "Like in sparring?"
"Would you like it to be first blood?"
"Last one standing is fine."
She smirked, "I never pegged you for being a coward."
"Not at all-I hate cleaning up blood. It stains everything."
She shrugged, lowering herself into a battle stance. "Fair enough."
"Quite," he stood straight up, cracking his neck, popping his back, then finished by cracking his knuckles. "Ready when you are, poppet."
Tigress sized him up, remembering their first fight. She'd let her temper get the better of her and, knowing him, he would probably try to take advantage of that again. However, she noticed that he favored his right arm, likely the arm Po applied the finger hold to. It was low, and it was sneaky, but perhaps if she hit his right side as often as possible, he might go down faster. She was determined to win, even if that meant slamming his head into the floor hard enough to crack open his skull.
He seemed to be waiting for her to make the first move. Whether this was courtesy, or a ploy to catch her unawares, she didn't know, but her gut told her it was the latter. She wasn't being paranoid...Tai Lung was the kind of person who justified said paranoia.
Then she noticed it: his stance was off. She directed her eyes back to his face, staring right into his eyes. He was sizing her up just as she was doing to him. And she suddenly noticed his shoulders relax a bit...and that was when she attacked.
She threw a punch, which he blocked, but he didn't see her foot collide with his knee, kicking his leg out from under him. Gripping his forearm, she used all her strength to throw him over her shoulder and face first onto the floor. She didn't expect for his legs to swing out and catch hers, sending her into a horizontal body twirl. She landed on her toes, spinning and jumping away as he jumped up.
This time he was on the offensive, matching punch for punch that she barely had time to block. She launched forward, stomping her foot on his toes; he winced, picking his other leg up to slam into her side. She gasped and staggered, finding it hard to breathe...but he wasn't willing to give her a chance to regroup.
He grabbed her arm and twisted it sharply, making her wince and let out a soft whimper of pain. She cursed herself for allowing such a shameful display-not showing any pain was imperative; she couldn't let him know he had the upper hand. She leapt up, her body horizontal again and twisting with her arm until she regained control, throwing punches and kicks in rapid succession, managing to push him back until he loosened his grip enough to allow her to kick him in the stomach.
This time he gasped and let go of her arm, clutching his middle. She countered by giving him a reverse roundhouse to the face. He staggered; she gave him another, and a third, fourth, fifth! He was starting to look worried...good. Perhaps she was getting too confident, but Tigress felt victory was near. A couple more head strikes, and he'd be down. If she could only break a limb or two...perhaps his legs? Not for the first time, she wished she knew how to give a nerve strike. It was a wonder why Shifu never taught her that...
He surprised her by returning her roundhouse kicks with one of his own. It was strong enough to almost knock her to the floor, but she caught herself just in time, backing away to regain her footing and clear her head. But he didn't give her the opportunity, returning each blow to the head with one of his own. She struck out blindly, managing to catch his shoulder; hearing a 'pop', she hit the other shoulder, and heard him hiss in pain. She swept her foot out and tripped him again, and he started to fall...
She grinned before he even hit the floor. She had won! She knew she could-
But then it happened again, that numbing, tingling feeling, following two intense sharp pains. With a startled cry she fell to the floor, her legs having completely failed her. With consternation-and panic-she saw he had caught himself just before falling...and had applied a nerve strike to each of her legs. Now they were useless and numb, and short of punching him into a bloody pulp from the floor, she was unable to fight. Feeling her throat tighten with emotion, she realized that she had lost.
She wasn't supposed to lose. She was Master Tigress of the Furious Five! Sure, she wasn't the Dragon Warrior, and sure, Tai Lung was the greatest master of kung fu in centuries...but wasn't she just as good? There was only one logical explanation...
"You cheated!" she hissed. "You lying bastard, you cheated!"
He rolled his eyes. "Of course I cheated, love; do you know nothing about me?"
"I haven't lost!" she snapped. "This is a technicality!"
"Technicality, my tail," he snorted. "Nowhere in our ground rules did it state we were limited in our attacks. It was your own fault-you could have told me not to use the nerve strike, and I would have agreed...and perhaps you might have won. You did come close."
"How could I trust you to keep that!" she snarled. "When you'd so willingly take advantage of-"
"I'm not the only one taking advantage of my opponent's weaknesses, am I?" he accused with a fiery glare.
"How else do you win?" she asked. "Isn't that what Shifu-" she paused. "Taught...us?" She had felt she was in the right. There was nothing wrong with taking an opponent's weakness and using it against them; that was what Shifu had taught her, engrained in her...as he had taught Tai Lung. The snow leopard was right: he had not cheated. He was only doing as he had been taught.
When she finally looked up at him, she was surprised to see his glare had softened into...was that a look of concern? He sighed and crossed his arms. "He taught you that too, did he?"
"Evidently our lessons were very similar," she said.
"Clearly." After a pause, he stated, "I meant what I said, that Shifu had taught you well. It's true; you are a remarkable warrior, Master Tigress. You may have won, had you wanted it enough."
"What makes you think I didn't?"
"Your heart didn't seem to be in it," he said. "Both times we fought. I was willing to kill you the first time, but as much as you were desperate to stop me, you stopped just short of killing me yourself...which was your first mistake. And this time...you were holding back. What I want to know is why."
"Why?" She had no idea how to answer that. Was she holding back? She hadn't felt like it. She was trying to give it her all, to take him out once and for all. The answer, in this case, seemed obvious...but she wasn't about to tell him that. "I don't know. Maybe I think that killing in cold blood is wrong...that killing in general is wrong-you don't seem to care."
"Don't I? Instead of exchanging pleasantries, I could very well kill you right where you are...but that isn't my purpose, and certainly doesn't do me any good. If I killed you, people would come looking for you and it would only be a matter of time before they found me. You see? I'm not some mindless killer-I do have some morals." He stepped over and knelt in front of her. "I give you my word as a kung fu master, that I will not hurt you. I was going to let you go anyway-on my terms, of course-but it was you who wanted this little show. And now you have to abide by my terms. You lost, so you must do anything I ask of you."
"I know what I agreed to," she glared at him. "Lift the nerve attack, and I promise to do whatever you want me to do."
She felt a chill as he smiled at her...a suggestive, smug grin that implied more than he was saying. "Very well..."
When she felt the chi rushing through her extremities again, she massaged her legs, feeling slightly self-conscious as she felt his eyes boring into her body...leering, almost. When she finally trusted herself to stand, she did so slowly, limping over to the bed where he had kept her chained for...however long it had been. He had moved away to the other side of the room, visibly thinking of something to ask her. When he finally arrived at his answer, he smirked and turned to her.
"I'm only going to ask you one thing, then you may leave."
"...Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Only one thing?"
"One thing only. Master's honor."
She was dubious of that, but relented anyway. A deal was a deal. "Alright, I'm listening."
"Good. Take off your clothes."
She gasped, gaping at him. Had she heard that right? "What?!"
"Take off your clothes," he repeated.
"You can't be serious!" she protested, though her body was telling her to shut the hell up and obey his demands.
"We had a deal, love," he said. "Now strip."
She balked, completely taken aback. Had that been his plan all along? If he wanted to see her naked so badly, he could have done it while she was unconscious...but how did she know he hadn't? He was watching her, waiting for her to make a move and start removing her clothing. He was dead serious, leering at her and looking like he might rip her clothes off himself if she stalled any longer.
With a resigned sigh, Tigress reached for her belt, pausing only long enough to say, "That's it...you just...want to see me without clothes...then I can go? That's all you want?"
He nodded. He looked sincere. Though she doubted the wisdom of it, Tigress took him at his word, and unwrapped the cloth belt from her waist. She felt her cheeks grow hot with the blood rushing to her face, avoiding eye contact with the powerful male, and dropped the belt to the floor. She eased down her pants, grateful that her tunic still somewhat covered her femininity. Tigress had never been so exposed in front of a male before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Of all the people in China, the last woman who should have been self-conscious about her body should have been Tigress...but that didn't stop her from worrying, will he think I'm attractive? I don't have any curves...some people have mistaken me for a man!
But he was watching her with rapt attention, his eyes scanning her form as she slowly undressed. Though she should kill him on principle for humiliating her like this...instead, it felt strangely erotic. She finally reached up to undo the clasps on her shirt, taking it one at a time before the garment opened. She demurely pushed it off her shoulders and let it slide off her arms and drop to the floor.
So there she was, naked, completely exposed in front of a man who had tried to kill her, who was giving her looks that made her shiver for multiple reasons. She pressed her thighs together, bringing her arm up to cover her breasts while her other hand strayed to cover her most intimate area.
"Take those hands away," he ordered. "I want a good look at you."
"I've done what you wanted," she snapped, blushing furiously. "Now let me go." The last sentence almost hurt to say; the truth was that she loved that he was looking at her that way. She loved that he saw her as a woman-as a sexy woman. Was it embarrassing to be naked in front of him? Sure, it would have been embarrassing for anyone. But it was also incredibly erotic, and her thoughts were already churning with the realization that all that stood between her and fucking him senseless were his pants...which suddenly looked rather tight on him.
His stare was making her shiver, her fur standing on end, though that may have been the chill in the air. Biting her lip, she looked away, trying her best not to look too uncomfortable...then gasped when he suddenly appeared right in front of her and tore her arms away from her body, holding them at her sides.
"When I say I want a look," he purred. "I mean a good look." He looked down her body and she closed her eyes, wishing for it to come to some sort of conclusion-either he let her get dressed again, or he would let her ride him until he was walking funny for the next week. Although it was incredibly uncomfortable being naked in front of a near complete stranger, what was worse was the tingling sensation and the sudden pulsing coming from between her thighs...a pulsing heat she couldn't control.
No...no, I can't...damn it, no!
He caught on to her discomfort, and looked nearly ready to let her get dressed again...but he stopped. She didn't need to ask why, she knew. Tigress could smell her own scent, and it was powerful enough to intoxicate her. If she could smell it, there was no doubt he noticed it too. The male snow leopard inhaled deeply, closing his eyes blissfully like he was tasting a fine wine...and when he opened his eyes to stare at her, she let out an involuntary whimper at the predatory, needy gaze he sent her.
Then suddenly he pounced, grazing his teeth over her neck, running his tongue against her fur. She gasped and gripped his biceps as he assaulted her neck with licks, kisses and nips. Her head felt light, and she felt the need to lie down...preferably with him. He let go of her arms and instead wrapped his strong arms around her body, clutching her to his bare chest as he began kissing and nipping along the other side of her neck. Tigress wrapped her arms around Tai Lung's shoulders, pressing her fingers into his back as she held on for fear of falling.
His body heat seeped into her, warming her and fighting off the chilly air, and his hands moved down her back to grip her ass and fondle her tail. She gasped, but it came out as a pleasured moan. In response, he ground his hips against hers, and she gasped again when she felt something hot and firm prodding against her. She pressed back, growling and purring, running her fingers through his fur as he continued to grope her body and nip at her neck.
He pulled away and immediately latched onto one pert nipple, grazing his teeth over it. Tigress's hand moved up to hold his head in place as he pleasured her, her eyes fluttering closed as her breathing hitched. His other hand reached up to grab at her other breast and she moaned as he groped the flesh on her chest and her ass. But her aching needs were still not being fulfilled. She whined as he came close-so agonizingly close-to her pleasure center, but he pulled away at last minute.
"Damn it, if you're going to fuck me, then fuck me!" she snapped. "Don't tease me like this!"
Tai Lung growled and grabbed her wrists, then pinned her to the wall; his amber-gold eyes bore down into hers, burning with a fire she had never seen before. "I am the tease?" he asked. "What about you?" he leaned down and nipped at her neck again. "Running around in those tight trousers of yours, showing off that sweet, tight ass...do you have any idea how sexy you are?"
Tigress shivered for reasons other than the chilly air when he ran his rough feline tongue up her neck, and gasped when he ground his hips into hers. "I admit, I've thought of what it would be like to fuck you," he continued, grinding harder against her. He let go of her wrists to run his fingers over her shivering body, and she let him. Her fur stood on end as he touched her, as he groped her, as his hands moved down her body..."But I never thought you'd enjoy it so much."
Finally his fingers brushed against her clit. Tigress let out a wordless cry and nearly collapsed from the shock of pleasure that raked through her body. He caught her with one arm, but continued to rub against her slit, which was already wet and dripping, and throbbing with need as surely as the snow leopard's cock was. He grinned and hissed in her ear, "You really do want it, don't you? Such a naughty girl...you're so full of surprises. Now I wonder," he said as he moved her closer to the bed. "You followed my first order by stripping for me...what else would you do if I told you to?"
In any other circumstance, Tigress would have been appalled at what was happening. She should have been kicking his ass by now for daring to touch her like this. But the more he touched her, and the more her natural instincts took over, the less she cared; every year since she had reached sexual maturity, she had wanted-sometimes begged-the gods to send her a man to ease the agony of unfulfilled lust. No amount of self-pleasure would ease the sometimes agonizing need that seized her body. She needed a man. Not just any man; he needed to fuck her, and fuck her hard, nothing less would do. And now-finally!-her prayers had been answered.
So now he took hold of her, grabbing a fistful of the fur on the back of her head and yanking her towards him, crushing their bodies together as she melted into him. He smelled her heat, clouding his senses and furthering his own wild drive. He didn't completely give in to those heated instincts until she whispered silkily in his ear,
"You don't know the things I want to do to you right now. But if you want it as much as I do, Tai Lung...I think you're a bit overdressed." She yelped when he shoved her back, her body hitting the mattress just as he pounced on her and continued to lick, kiss and nip at her flesh. Tigress groaned and spread her legs for him, reaching down to grab and tear at his belt. He batted her hands away, again grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the bed.
"Let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?" was all he said before Tigress felt the ropes wrapping around her wrists again. Her body reacted in kind, driving her to further excitement as he stepped away to undress. When his indigo trousers hit the ground, Tigress's eyes grew as wide as twin full moons and her jaw dropped. "Oh my...whoa..."
Tai Lung straightened, wrapping a strong hand around his arousal, a well-satisfied smirk on his face. "'Whoa'? That's it?"
That was all she could think to say. What else could she possibly think when she saw something that...big...and long...and thick...and...holy fuck she wanted it fucking her ten minutes ago. He was bigger than anything she'd ever seen. Not even the men in those sex manuals she'd seen were so...gifted. He was so big it easily explained his...overconfidence. He was so big, she wondered if he'd even fit inside her. He was so big that her lust-filled body told her mind to go fuck itself and let this sexy well-endowed snow leopard fuck her into the next dynasty.
"Let me taste you," she breathed. He willingly obeyed, moving to the head of the bed and gasping when she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans, and Tigress smiled at herself as he began to moan. She licked up the length until it was glistening with her saliva then boldly took him into her mouth, as far as she could go.
"Oh gods..." he gasped. "Gods, you're a natural..."
Fueled by his praise, she began sucking, running her tongue along the underside of his flesh as he hunched over her, panting and sweating already. Then her body jerked when his fingers strayed to her pleasure center, rubbing her clit and dipping his fingers between her folds. She moaned, bucking her hips to meet his fingers, and moaned louder around his cock as he effortlessly slid one finger inside her. He was groaning above her, closing his eyes in bliss and fingering her faster. Tigress bucked her hips against his finger, giving a keening, desperate moan. Groaning as well, he inserted another finger. His pawpads were rough from his grueling lifestyle, and it hurt a little, but by the gods, it still felt amazing.
She sucked harder, spurred on by his moans and subtle encouragements, passionately taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. For every shot of clear liquid that dripped from his cock, she willingly lapped it up and sucked harder on the head to elicit more. His pheromones were driving her mad with lust, and she was perfectly content with sucking him off until he burst...but Tai Lung had other ideas.
Tigress whined when he took his fingers out of her, and whined even louder when he stepped away, his cock sliding out of her mouth. She managed to flick her tongue over his head one last time to catch another drop of that sweet, tangy pre that seeped from the tip, but still gave him a desperate, lustful gaze. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked off her juices, purring in appreciation as he savored her flavor.
"Please..." she begged, tugging against her restraints in a way that said 'if you don't fuck me now I'll break out of these and fuck you instead'.
Passion burned in his eyes and he crawled on top of her, nudging his knees between her legs. She spread her legs for him, her cheeks hot with arousal and her lips curling into a smile as she saw his long, thick cock positioned to enter her. Lubricated from her generous attentions, Tai Lung slid into her easily...or, well, as easily as such a large piece of equipment could slide into a space so tight. Tigress let out deep breaths and struggled to relax to accommodate his size; gods, he was bigger than she'd thought! But damn all the discomfort, this felt amazing!
He stopped, just for a moment, to let her get used to his size before pressing forward. Though she had never been stretched so much, and though this had to be exceedingly uncomfortable for her, she took it all in until he could go no further. When he had hilted himself inside her, he shakily let out the breath he had been holding and looked down at her. She was breathing deeper now, wincing a little as she got used to the thick flesh inside her, but gods, the look she gave him as she mouthed, "fuck me" one more time...
He pulled out just a little and pushed himself back in, slowly at first, then began picking up the pace. Tigress groaned beneath him, clenching her hands into fists as jolts of pleasure surged through her body. "Yes..." she whispered. "Gods, yes, right there..."
He hovered over her, entering her with slow, careful strokes. Her inner walls wrapped so tightly around him, giving him the overwhelming feeling of soft warmth. With each thrust he went deeper and deeper inside her, slowly picking up the pace. He would have been perfectly content to draw this out as long as possible...but twenty years without female companionship in any form wasn't helping his patience, and judging from the frustrated mewling beneath him, she was just as desperate to be fucked as he was to fuck her.
He gave one hard thrust, and she cried out, clenching her eyes shut. "Gods..." she swore, "Fuck, more..." She squealed with pleasure when he thrust even harder, quickly picking up the pace. "Fuck, yes, Tai Lung, more!"
By now he completely gave in to his instincts and sped up his fucking, grabbing hold of her hips to keep her steady, but she defied his grip by wildly bucking her hips to meet his with every thrust. Her breath left her in short, high-pitched gasps and loud delighted squeals. Gods, this was exactly what she wanted! It felt so damn good, feeling him pounding her, the bristles on his feline cock massaging her insides in ways she didn't think were possible. Somehow with each thrust he managed to rub against her clit, which sent jolts of spine-tingling bliss through her body. Each time his hips slammed into hers, it felt like he was going deeper and deeper inside her, and even feeling his balls, heavy with his virulent seed, slapping against her ass with every driven force she felt more and more aroused. And the fact she was tied down made it that much more erotic, knowing that her pleasure entirely depended on his mercy.
He picked up to an even more feverish pace, the forward momentum slamming the headboard against the wall, then bed creaking loudly beneath them in livid protest. Erotic growls and seductive snarls ripped from his throat as he pounded into her, harder, faster, his hips a blur as they slammed into hers. His fur shone with sweat from their frantic coupling, and beads of perspiration dripped onto her body as he growled with every last thrust. When he was so excruciatingly close to his release, he looked into her eyes and grunted, "Where, Tigress?"
It took her a moment-and a few well-aimed thrusts-to realize what he meant. Maddened with lust, she tugged hard on her binds, ripping her wrist free and grabbed his hand, directing it right to her throbbing clit. His calloused fingers found that sensitive nub of flesh and tentatively pressed against it, instantly earning him a loud moan from the striped feline. He rubbed her clit harder, making her scream with delight, "Yes, yes, fuck yes, don't stop, right there, gods yes, Tai Lung, don't stop!"
He had no trouble obeying that command. Completely giving themselves over to their lust, they merged together so violently the bed nearly broke beneath them, creaking loudly as the wood began to splinter...
And too soon, Tigress's enflamed passions reached their peak, the throbbing pressure in between her thighs growing and growing like a pot boiling over, almost painfully as she grit her teeth and let out a sharp scream of pleasure when her release finally came. Her body jerked and shuddered beneath him, her free claw digging into his shoulder as she came hard around his cock, which still pumped into her with his own frantic rhythm. And with each thrust that slammed against her cervix, bright lights clouded her vision until he too came with a fearsome roar, giving one last hard thrust before releasing his seed deep inside her.
Tigress's whole body shuddered from the aftershocks of her orgasm, then she fell limp back onto the mattress, feeling the post-coital tingling all over her body and the white-hot heat of his seed seeping into her body. Her nerves were all aflame, and she gasped when Tai Lung dragged his teeth over her neck, panting with exertion. She breathlessly returned his passionate gaze and smiled, purring lightly.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" he panted, yet still with a smug grin on his lips.
"That was fucking amazing," she eagerly replied. "So...does this mean I fulfilled my half of the bargain?"
"And then some," he said, slowly gaining control of his breathing and rapidly beating heart. "And for being such a good sport, you get a consolation prize..." Leaning over her, he looked into her eyes again before lowering himself down and finally pressing his lips against hers into a kiss more passionate than what had just transpired between them. Tigress closed her eyes in bliss, and it was the last thing she remembered as she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...
"Tigress? Tigress, answer me, can you hear me?"
Tigress groaned, her eyelids feeling heavy with exhaustion, and then realized her entire body felt sore. Well, she knew sex would be exhausting...when she eventually had it...but she hadn't expected this.
"Tigress?" the male asked again, much more urgently.
She forced open her eyes, wincing when the light penetrated her pupils. When she finally opened them a little more, she panicked. She wasn't in Tai Lung's bed anymore. Tai Lung wasn't anywhere to be found. She didn't even recognize this room.
"Where am I?"
"The Jade Palace, in the infirmary." A face loomed into view and she let out a sigh of relief...even as her heart rate skyrocketed. Master Shifu felt her forehead and stood back to allow Mantis to press a cold wet cloth to the tiger's forehead.
The infirmary, she was in the infirmary? So what the hell had happened? Had she imagined that whole experience? "What happened?" she asked, wondering where the hell she'd gotten the sudden headache.
"That's what we'd like to know," the red panda master said. "A villager found you, out cold in the street; the Dragon Warrior had to go get you. When he got there, your clothes were torn, and there were cuts, bruises, and bite marks on you. What happened?"
Tigress's face flushed bright red when he mentioned the bite marks, and she groaned louder. Tai Lung had in fact left some...rather tell-tale "spots" on her pelt...and if they were actually there, that meant her greatest fantasy had actually happened. But she couldn't tell them that-what would they think of her?
Shifu was watching her closely, and the Dragon Warrior and the rest of the Furious Five stood vigil, each face as worried as the next. Though she couldn't hide the blush, she found another way to cover:
"Gods...was I attacked?"
"You don't remember?" the red panda said shortly.
She shook her head. "All I remember was leaving the apothecary, and then I was here. Everything else is...it's a blur. I don't even know what happened...oh gods...Mantis," she said to the insect, "Please tell me I just passed out."
"Still doesn't explain the cuts and bruises," he replied.
"For my ego," she pleaded, "Please tell me I passed out and wasn't taken by surprise and beaten to a pulp."
"Oh. Well, if it's for your ego, sure. You just passed out."
"Thank you."
Shifu sighed heavily and sent the others from the room. "Everyone, out. Give her time to rest." The red panda waited until they had all left before he turned back to Tigress. "Did you get your medicine?"
"Master?"
"Your medicine: did you take it?"
She blinked, groaning softly from the pounding headache. "Yes, I did...why?" She hesitated, then panicked. Did he somehow know what happened?! "Master, you don't think...do you?"
"I just want to be sure you're protected," he said softly. "Maybe I'm worrying for nothing, but...well, best safe than sorry."
She nodded, even though her whole body ached. She sighed heavily. "I feel so tired..."
"Don't worry, we'll find out who did this to you."
For his sake-and mine-I hope not."Thank you, Master." She fell silent, but spoke up when Shifu turned to leave. "Master?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you never teach any of us Tai Lung's nerve attack?"
He froze, then turned to give her a long, hard look. "Why do you ask?"
"I just..." she sighed. "I was just thinking that, if I'd known it, maybe I could have stopped...whoever it was that attacked me."
Shifu stopped to think about it-a good sign. "I admit, I had considered it. I never expected him to escape prison, so I thought you would never have to know it. But it appears that's a lesson long overdue."
She smiled at him. "So...how soon will you teach us?"
When Tai Lung woke up, he felt groggy, a little dizzy, and very discombobulated. He opened his eyes and quickly realized that, though he was in his hideout, in his bed...he couldn't move. And somehow from the time he had gone to sleep, he had suddenly found himself naked. He wildly looked around, searching the darkness for anything, any way to figure out what had happen-
"Good evening, Tai Lung."
...What the hell?
"Tigress?"
He saw her form materialize from the darkness, and his mind immediately registered the following information: one, they were alone; two, she was half naked; three, she was giving him a look that gave him shivers for multiple reasons.
She smirked, her fiery eyes glowing in the darkness. "So...guess what Shifu finally taught us?"
Tai Lung stared at her, then groaned in defeat. "I should've known..." He was cut off when she leaned over him and crushed her lips to his, and ran her fingers over his chest. He hadn't been expecting this. He expected her to want revenge, to torture-perhaps kill-him for seducing her; granted, knocking her out post-coital and dropping her (fully-clothed, mind) in the same alley where he had kidnapped her probably didn't help his cause any. But if this was torture...she could tie him to the rack for all he cared.
"Now listen very closely," she purred. "I'm not sure if I got my message across last time...but I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
"Feeling's mutual, love." He sucked in a breath as her hands cupped his large package, gently kneading the area. He let out a shaky breath, then gasped when she leaned down and nibbled on his neck. "Oh gods, woman..."
"Just seeing if you're paying attention," she said coyly. "Now, I have a little proposition for you..."
"I'm listening." And was he ever!
"I know you want to keep your location and current state of health a secret-" (Though how she figured out where his hideout was, he'd never know...and right now, frankly, didn't give a damn) "-but I want something from you too. I keep your secret if you do one thing, and one thing only."
"Which is?" he managed to say, even as he felt his member thicken and grow under her touch.
She purred in his ear. "Let's say we make this a monthly visitation? Every month, I go to the apothecary for some...rather vital medicine. And right after...we get together to fuck each other senseless; all in exchange for me keeping my mouth shut, and you taking me in a manly fashion...as many times as you want. Does that sound like a good plan?"
It sounded like a fucking great plan, but all he was able to do was moan appreciatively as he felt his body reacting to her touch. Well, he hadn't known it before, but apparently the nerve strikes didn't paralyze everything on a person's body. Not that he was complaining. "Good plan, great plan, fuck, please lift the attack, already!" he begged.
Tigress grinned and laughed wickedly. "Actually, I think I rather like you like this..." she reached up to undo the clasps of her shirt and threw the garment to the other side of the room. Completely naked, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, with one hand stroking his now painfully erect cock. Lifting her hips just a little, she positioned the head of his cock at her slit, and she smirked, "And in a few minutes, I think you'll rather like it, too."