Visited
This was sort of a gift for a friend and sort of just something I wanted to write. Experimenting a little in the chubby gal department. Read if you like your huskies soft and cushy, and muscley tigers all over them.
Layla was never particularly happy when her self-image of at least competence was shaken up. She was walking on her short way home after classes with the image of that D minus in her head. A pass, sure, but Layla generally thought of herself as a C student at worst and more often in the B range. It wasn't really a big deal, or so she told herself, she still had plenty of semester left to make it up, but this was just not what she needed. She'd stuffed the essay into her jacket pocket a little grumpily and she took this opportunity, on the corner of King and Smith, to pull it out and straighten it out a bit. It still had that same mark on it. If she looked at it from the right angle it sort of looked like a horrified mouth and a nose. That was fitting enough.
Walking home took her a while. She wasn't exactly in bad shape, but she was plain big. Her body was husky and round, which was suitable seeing as she happened to be a Siberian husky. Oh, yes, totally funny. She'd never heard that one before. On the upside, she wasn't gross and fat, as much as she may have felt it sometimes beside all the skinny girls she knew. She just happened to carry with her a pretty good deal of extra weight that added softness to her surprisingly curvy form. Someone once told her she had the body of a swimsuit model, her curves just right and her breasts ample and firm, just with extra padding that made her more cuddly. But that someone was a flatterer, and she'd have none of that.
Either way, fat or not, she had a plenty pretty face. Being a husky, she had those lovely wolflike features and icy blue eyes, cold but not unfriendly. And while she didn't figure many gals were jealous of anything she had, the truth was her hair was just what so many strived for. Bright, shiny, smooth, silky, it was a sort of dark blonde with a bit of brown. She took good care of it, and she had her own unique style for it. Shortish or medium, it didn't reach her shoulders, and she or a friend tied a few braids in it here and there just for decoration. Most of her hair was straight, they were no dreadlocks she had, but those few braids made her just that little bit more unusual and distinct.
Home was an apartment building, as she was a student after all. Not a bad one though. Somehow she'd managed to get her name on the list just in time to get a place there, as usually the apartments were snapped up right away whenever there was a new vacancy. Her place was small and didn't cost much, but she had plenty of room to get around her stuff, even with that big butt of hers. What was even better was that it meant she had her friends close by, and she almost never had to be alone if she didn't want to be.
Speaking of. When she got to her door, she was momentarily surprised to find it unlocked. At first she blamed her forgetfulness, but then, she was pretty sure she remembered not just locking it, but going back to check after she found herself wondering if she really had. Then her extra keen doggy nose caught the slight scent of a feline beyond the door, and she knew just what was up. Pushing open the door, she pretended not to know he was around, in case he was laying in wait to ambush her or something. It wouldn't be the first time. He was a tiger after all.
When she opened her bedroom door, she fell upon a sight that many girls could only dream of. There was her good friend the striped cat, shirtless in her bed, reading some steamy romance novel. It was entirely natural for him to be shirtless, she figured. She wasn't sure why he ever wore one when he had such delicious abs, such a taut, strong chest, such strong arms and shoulders. He was built exactly like the guy of her dreams, with muscles and tone that were just enough to make her squeal with admiration. In almost every way, he was her opposite. There she was, a pudgy, round canine and she had a sculpted, gorgeous cat in her bed.
"Hi Sarty," she said casually, using the shortened version of his name, Sarteegan. "Was your own bed not good enough for sexy shirtless reading?"
He grinned over at her and folded the corner of his page before closing his book. "Your bed is more comfortable, and it smells like apple pie." He had a distinct way of talking, that tiger. Every word was given an extra roll along his tongue, and he had a way of sounding like he was shamelessly flirting when he was just stating the mundane. Moreover, he was prone to making sexy eyes at people while he spoke, her in particular.
She'd gotten used to this. His flirtations, and his habit of showing up whenever he felt like it. And god, she loved it. They had been friends ever since they were both six years old, when he first came to the country and was still a little shaky on his English. His accent had long since faded, which was a shame. Ever since she had first reached out to him since he looked like he needed a friend, he had proven the most loyal, unconditionally affectionate friend she ever had. He'd been there through her ups and downs. He was the first person she turned to when her brother disappeared and never came back. When her weight had started getting out of hand, he never offered a word of anything but comfort, never ashamed to be seen with her or any of that. Even when he had over the years developed his body into something that was straight off the cover of a men's fitness magazine. She counted herself as enormously lucky that her best friend happened to be enormously attractive, and was even interested in her body despite how much it paled in comparison to his.
Showing up in her bed wasn't just a cute gesture. By the eyes he was giving her, she was fairly certain he wanted to give her yet another time of her life. It was always wonderful when they slept together, but it had never blossomed into any sort of romance. Their friendship was just too strong for that, she figured. Sex between the two of them was just an extension of how much they cared for each other, not to mention how attracted they were to each other. She never failed to be flattered that he got all worked up over her, even with her size. It was all the more flattering considering he called himself gay, and had proven it over the years with several relationships with guys of all sizes. It had never made her jealous, because he was always there with her to keep up the friendship. Sometimes she even watched, with permission, him and whoever the current boyfriend was going at it. There were few things that turned her on more than the sight of two gorgeous guys lusting after each other, and he was happy to indulge that fantasy for her, the little exhibitionist.
Layla set her books down and joined the tiger on the bed, sitting down alongside him and wagging her tail happily. "I'm glad you're here. This day took the opportunity to beat me over the head with how much I suck. Well, I guess one thing went wrong and everything else was fine, but shut up, I'm depressed now. If you weren't here I'd probably be hitting the ice cream."
Even if she had just been kidding about how she felt, he was there with an arm over her shoulders and a cuddle into her side. His bare fur was entirely too soft for its own good and it always smelled delicious given his unrepentant enjoyment of shampoos that weren't exactly meant for those of the male persuasion. "Anything you need? Kind words, warm cuddles, wild fucking?"
"That all sounds pretty good right now. Can I order the combo platter?"
"Coming right up," he said, and then kissed her on the cheek. "What has you so down, anyway?"
She shrugged. "It's this stupid D minus. And this is sounding pretty silly the more I think about it. I guess it was just sort of a bleh day in general. Girls don't have to explain why they feel how they do, remember?"
"And you wonder why I love guys. C'mon, let's get that shirt off of you."
If any other guy were to just start spontaneously undressing her, she might have voiced a word of protest, but she never had to feel like she needed to hide her body when she was around him. So she helpfully raised her arms and let him strip the shirt off of her, wagging her tail when she felt his hands rubbing into her belly. Though she had to laugh softly when he went straight for a breast and gave her a squeeze once she was down to her bra.
"What's got you all hot and bothered?"
"My favourite lady," he said almost with a growl. Soon he was wrapping his arms around her, bring her back up against his chest while she nibbled her neck and rumbled. She wondered what she did to deserve such good treatment.
"You don't have to be all sexy for me just because I'm grumpy, you know."
He laughed. "If you want to know the truth, I've been waiting here for a good hour in hopes of catching you horny. I need my husky fix."
Layla never got sick of hearing that sort of thing. She'd finally stopped questioning how much he meant it when he said it after a few years of being sexually active with one another, because he'd proven to her that he really did mean ever word. It still made her eyes gleam happily every time he mentioned how hot she made him, too.
"You're the sweetest. What did you want, anyway? I could suck your cock or something." After so many years, the two of them were accustomed to tossing around explicit words without a second thought. Someday they were going to let something dirty slip in public, she figured.
"No no," he was quick to refuse, squeezing her a little tighter and even lightly biting her in that sexy kind of way. "This isn't about me. I want to make my little husky scream..."
She squirmed happily, pressing back into him and snuggling back and forth. "Ahh, god, I love it when you talk like that." Though she hadn't been thinking about sex until recently, suddenly she was getting all tingly and warm, soon to be wet and ready. He really was everything she thought was sexy in a guy, and he had the talent to make her cum multiple times if they went at it long enough.
"You have to promise me," he growled, as he pushed his crotch up against the small of her back. He was still wearing pants, but she could feel his bulge pressing up against her, even throbbing a little. While he may have been a feline, he wasn't small down there, bigger even than some of the canines she'd been with, not that there were many. "Promise me that you won't scream until it's impossible to hold in any longer. I want to earn it." His teeth closed around one of her attentive ears, and she groaned. She knew very well that he had a submissive streak and she'd seen it firsthand, though never indulged it herself, but he was acting outright dominant towards her. And she loved it.
Layla could feel him closing her fingers around her pants, starting to work them open and loosen them. If he kept up like he was, he was going to make her positively soaking wet with lust for him. She didn't say anything at first, just slowly reached down to help out his fingers, all but rushing madly to get the rest of her clothes off. Leave it to him to make her realize just how badly she needed sex. She squirmed out of her pants and kicked them off, which wasn't hard since they were pretty loose.
"I promise," she said at last.
In just her undergarments, she felt him dipping a finger into her panties, starting to toy around with her. For an allegedly gay guy, he sure knew his way around her sensitive places. For one, he knew just how to tickle her clit to make her absolutely wet, and just a few rubs later she was all his. She angled her head up and over his shoulder, getting at his muzzle once he released her ear. They met in a slightly difficult kiss, canine and feline mouths meeting like they were meant for one another. He took his hands from her clit and just held her, squeezing under her breasts and lifting them up some. One thing she couldn't deny looked good on her were those lovely mounds, so firm and round and heavy, complimenting her overall roundness and curviness.
There was nothing more she needed to say, even once they broke from the warm kiss. She just let him move her body, starting to strip the last of the clothing off of her. Her bra fell down her form, exposing those breasts that the tiger admired so much. She wasn't surprised when he just had to squeeze them again, even giving one of her black-fleshed nipples a tweak, making her jump a little and perk to attention. His hands went down to feel at her wide hips, and soon he was pulling her panties off of her, leaving them around her knees for her to deal with. She sighed happily when he set to groping her rump, his fingers digging into the doughy flesh. A lot of the guys she was with always seemed to love her ass, with its round, plump size and softness yet a certain fitness that kept it in good shape.
Finally naked, she turned right around and embraced him, feeling over his muscular body up and down while he started to slip out of his jeans. No easy feat, considering this cat was no stranger to tight, hip-hugging pants. She just had to touch once he was bared to her. This tiger had a nice cock. Just as she had those curiously black nipples, he was completely devoid of the usual feline pinkness and had a deep ebony shaft standing tall before her. She had to admit she was hesitant when it came to feline penises that weren't his, with their often small size and those intimidating barbs. He had those bumps too, but they were small and smooth, and made for such a delightful tingle, hitting just the right spots.
Sarteegan sat back and let her stroke him for a while, rumbling in a vaguely threatening manner. She made sure to get him up to his fullest length, cupping his balls and fondling them between her fingers while she played around. He was full and throbbing after not long at all, and he met her eye with a highly intense look. It was one that, to her, made clear that she was all his and there really wasn't anything she could do about it. She hadn't seen him like this in a long time.
After a moment, she had to give a little excited yelp when he grabbed hold of her wrists and raised her arms up. It was such a vulnerable position, with her breasts and belly all exposed like that, and he made full use of it by slurping at her throat with his tingly tongue. It wasn't until then that she really got those murrs going, and she closed her eyes to just let him work. He was bigger, heavier, and stronger than her, and he overpowered her in every way. She even put up a little playful resistence just to appeal to those dominant instincts of his. He surprised her by even outright growling at her as he took her down to the bed, pinning her flat on her back while he continued to hold her wrists and climb over her. His muscular form pressed into her plump body in a way that seemed to oddly compliment one another, those tough abs of his smooshing her big belly.
She was about to say something, but she soon felt his long teeth claiming her neck in an inarguable dominant gesture, and so she just moaned indistinctly. Any effort she made to help him out or rub against him was just met with more force of his body against hers, pinning her, taking control of her. And soon, she could feel him lining up just right. He certainly wasn't wasting time. One minute he was taking her down, the next her was parting her sweet folds with the tip of his shaft. She could feel him throbbing for her, as if he had been needing this for a long time. He kept up the grinding going on and on, spreading her open with each dampened dip into her, but not quite penetrating her. And then at last the pressure began to build. Her eyes got all blurry and unfocussed and she called out in pleasure, saying something that sounded a little like his name, the best she could manage. She needed this so bad.
His teeth eventually let up on her neck, which was good, because she wasn't especially keen on bouncing around rubbing against those deadly things. Instead he kissed her, and she kissed him back, which was about all she could do to him when he was holding her so steady. He didn't bother with tongue for the moment, which kept it simple as he slowly penetrated her. Soon she felt those barbs dancing over her insides, hard but gentle, sending a rush of pleasure through her body. He sank down deeper and deeper, and he didn't stop until he was completely sheathed inside of her.
Sarteegan wasn't like other guys who just pounded her senseless and brought her pleasure from the sheer harshness of it. Not that he didn't pound her, but he did so very precisely. He took his time in exploring her once she was inside her, rubbing himself against every little detail and sampling where she felt best today. The two of them knew each other's bodies very well by now, but still he treated her as if touching her for the first time. With her neck released, she was free to make much more noise, and between her sharp cries of pleasure so sudden she sounded like she'd been struck, she gave quick, almost desperate directions when he found just the right spot.
"Oh, god, Sarty... right there, yes...."
Rising up, he gave her a smirk, and then position himself just right so he was rubbing two wonderfully sensitive spots at once. His hips started to go, and her body was an ample cushion for his powerful thrusting. The two of them began to bounce together, the precise lovemaking turning into a rowdy thumping of bodies against one another. She could feel his balls slapping into her, such heavy, fuzzy orbs. Again and again she tried to hump, to grind, to bounce along with him, and he was ever vigilant to keep her where she was and control her body utterly. Her body, her movement, and her pleasure, they were all in his capable hands.
The bed creaked with every mighty thrust of his hips he made down into her. She thought for a moment that it might not hold up, but they'd been through some very intense sessions together before. This one was unlike any other though, already, and he was just getting started. She could feel his every muscle flexed and at work as he set to slamming his cock into her, filling her up with that feline length to the deepest. To be held like that, so helpless, so at the mercy of someone she trusted to treat her the very best, it had her simply dripping with wetness. It was plenty of lube, so much so that his thrusts were starting to get wet and noisy, even splashing on the two of them.
The promise she'd made to him was creeping up in her mind now. She never thought she'd have trouble holding in her screams just after a minute or two of sex, but there truly was some sound building up in her chest, ready to be let loose. "Fuck," she groaned. "Oh fuck..." Pleasure had a way of turning her vulgar, and she couldn't get that word out enough, in place of just screaming in pleasure. "Fuck me... fuck me fuck me..."
He met her demands with a full-on snarl in her face, her lips curled back and his teeth on display. It would have been pretty intimidating if she couldn't see that same friendly tiger she always knew in his eyes. Instead, she was just turned on by it. He'd damn well fuck her how he wanted to. That was hot.
The perfect thing about it was that she didn't have to do a thing to make it better. He was slamming her right where she needed it, sending her into overdrive on pleasure. She was clenching, squeezing, contracting with delight. Her body was being absolutely brutalized, pounded into, drilled into, over and over, but it wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest. God, he could go fast without making it too rough. The creaks of the bedsprings blended into one continuous sound in her ears, unable to make out the silence between each one. She could feel his cock twitching, spurting his pre into her. It was a soaking wet fuck. And that dick of his was just so perfect inside of her, like it was conforming to her every angle. Nobody else could make her feel this good. Nobody else had as much experience with her.
It was hammering steady at a high, consistent pleasure, and she could feel the tingling and contracting build, but cumming hit her suddenly. All he needed to do was thrust once particularly hard, and suddenly she was in a squeezing, spasming attack. And she tried so hard not to scream, letting out a loud, but muffled 'mmf' of pleasure as she forcefully sealed her lips to keep the sound in, but as she rode out a clenching, gushing orgasm on his shaft she simply couldn't hold it. Her lips parted, and she let out an outright embarrassing 'uh uh uh' before just bursting into 'yes!' in satisfyingly loud voice. And just to make it perfect, she could feel his seed copiously erupting into her all the while. It felt so good to have that hot gush flowing into her with such pressure and such heat that her orgasm went on just a little longer, leaving her cumming so hard that much of it flowed back out of her onto her thighs and his crotch.
Her body fell from the heights with a suitable crash, and she slumped down, gasping and giving a grunt. "God," she huffed, out of breath despite him doing most of the work. "I am the luckiest girl."
Not bothering to pull out of her, he just slid around a little, still teasing her and letting her know that she still was plenty sensitive inside. She'd known him to cum more than once, but he'd put so much into that first one that she doubted he'd be up for more. But he seemed firmed up again after a while of teasing her, and he wasn't moving to get off of her anytime soon.
"More," he rumbled, and then gave her a wink.
"More? You're crazy. You must be empty after that."
"More," he growled, and then laughed. "If you don't have anything better to do. I'm not going to force you."
She smiled. "As if I could think of anything better than being sexed by my tiger. But wow, what got into you all of a sudden?"
"Nothing's got into me for a while and I'm going crazy," he said with a grin. "So, is that a yes?" "Damn right! Bring it on, you big stud."
"Mmm, how shall I give it this time?" he asked with a small thrust of his hips. "You've never been a girl to take it the same way twice."
Now that she was liberated from his forceful pin, she was free to slide around and sample his cock inside of her, testing to see if she could get a good tingle going. There was plenty of her that was still very sensitive, but she was starting to have devious little thoughts of other things he could do to her.
"You know," she said in a teasing voice, "you're all nice and slippery now..."
"I like where this is going."
"Would you mind a little you-know-what?"
"Ass-fucking?"
"That's the stuff." Layla grinned.
"Ha, she asks if the big gay tiger would mind anal." He rubbed her behind the ear. "Of course we can do that. Must say I haven't pounded your butt in a while. There are none like yours, you know."
"As fat as mine, you mean."
"As gorgeous as yours I mean, and I'm going to have to fuck that silliness of yours right out of you if you don't stop that."
She gave him a fond look, all puppy dog eyed, and sighed happily. "How many girls out there do you think have a centerfold-gorgeous guy like you who is always trying to make her feel good?"
"You mean aside from the legions of ladies I've been with?"
"Oh, as if!" She laughed and stuck her tongue out at him, and he countered the gesture with a quick lick to it that felt all tingly.
"It's been known to happen. I'm more comfortable with you, though."
From that lick to her tongue, he slowly guided her tongue between his lips and sucked on it while he kissed her. She closed her eyes and didn't do much at all but work her hips and rub at his back. He was always a good kisser. As they smooched, she could feel him kneading down her soft form and working over her hips, and then lower, taking squeezes of her plush rump. It made her feel all good and sexy that he enjoyed paying her such attention. And she could hardly wait to feel him inside her from behind. A feline cock, especially his, was so stimulating that it was prone to making her cum even during anal. No small accomplishment, considering she didn't normally climax as readily as some of the other girls she knew, or at least that seemed to be the case in dirty little chats they had. Layla was only mildly interested in the same sex, enough to enjoy talking dirty with her girlfriends but not so much that she fantasised about them. Earnestly, anyway.
When Sarteegan let her tongue go and broke from the kiss, he growled at her again, and she could see that mischievous look in her eye. Slowly, he began to pull out of her, and a great rush of wetness came with his cock as he did. It wasn't as much as would come when a knot popped out, but it was a flood nonetheless. With dripping shaft newly liberated from her insides, he gave her an intense stare right in the eye.
"Roll over," he commanded, in such a tone that it made her murr.
She did as he commanded once he let up on the weight he had on her, feeling suddenly vulnerable with her body exposed to him in such a position that she couldn't really defend herself. Not that she could in the first place, she was pretty sure that she was no match for a muscular tiger, not that he had ever seemed threatening to her. Her vulnerability felt all the stronger when she felt his body pressing over hers, once again going for the forceful pin underneath his weight. This time, he at least allowed her the use of her arms, which she bent at the elbow and placed beside her head, propping herself up a little and bracing herself. Something told her she was going to have to hold on for dear life.
Being a big cat, Sarteegan had some long teeth, and those long, curved canines pressed in on the side of her throat. A dominant gesture, for certain, one that had her all seized up and stiff all over, but as always she trusted him, which served to make her perhaps less dominated than intended. Not that he needed to assert himself anymore, seeing as she was nicely pinned and pretty much helpless.
Lifting that big backside a little, she ended up pressing a cheek right into his hard shaft. He responded by grinding against her a little, spreading some of those leftover juices onto her fur. There was plenty to go around, but there was no sense wasting them, and soon he was slipping his cock between those big, soft cheeks and under her tail. It felt good already, and she could already tell she was going to have a good long orgasm from this, without even needing to touch her clit. She'd just let him have his way with her ass, and soak up all the pleasure.
Once again, there wasn't a whole lot she could do to really make herself an active partner, but that didn't seem to matter to him. All she needed to do was softly grind into his shaft as it slowly found her tailhole, letting it spread the wetness to her rim, starting to slick her up. There was going to be no trouble getting inside that tight space, that was for sure. All she could do was lean her head down and purse her lips while she felt the pressure build against her tight entry for a few seconds, and then she sighed and groaned as he slipped an inch right inside of her. Normally he was a real moaner, but this time around he was all growly and sexy, making plenty of noise when he penetrated her.
There was much less need for precision in this kind of sex. She didn't have those perfect little spots here, but that was made up for by everything feeling good. Her voice managed to hang onto coherence as he pushed more and more into her, though she still ended up moaning her words.
"Oh, Sarty... don't hold back... give me all you have..."
He licked her head as if to tell her it was all going to be all right, and then he was right back to snarly mode. A great rumble escaped him, a growl of sheer lust, and she found herself tingly at the thought that it was all for her. He was still nice and juicy-cocked from all the wetness he'd stirred up inside of her before, so he was able to hit the hilt easily, and once again she fondly felt those heavy balls against her form. With a bounce of her hips, she made them jiggle, only to get pushed back down onto the bed when he gave her a thrust. Oh yes, this wasn't going to be some gentle hump, that she could tell. He was going to fuck her, and he was going to make her scream for him all over again.
It felt so good already, making her tight around him, forcing him to use all that lube to the fullest in order to slide back and forth inside of her. Not that it was too much trouble, as soon she could feel him pushing back into her, and hard. It was a good thing she had a nice, cushiony ass, or it would hurt to have him slamming into her like that. So very slow to begin with, but already when he drew back and gave her another he was picking up speed and going a bit harder. He filled her with pleasure, and she found herself gripping the sheets and squeezing while he gave it to her.
If there was one thing it wasn't, it wasn't drawn out. Instead, he just kept doubling up on the speed as he pounded her into her with a great deal of that feline might. It didn't take her long to start calling out his name over and over, using it in place of the usual 'oh yes.' She was panting too, her body exerted just by feeling so good. Her bed was noisy again, moving with the fast, efficient thrusting of the big male. The pleasure spread all throughout her body, making her limbs tingle, her toes curl, her tail beat against her body.
Her whole body felt so malleable under his care, her excess padding shifting and sinking in as he pressed her flat into the bed. She was just a great big pillow for him to play with, and every fierce motion he made to please her had him bouncing off her form. He was going nonstop, just thrusting without pause, as if it were a race. Layla could hardly tell where one thrust ended and the next began, it was all just a blur of tingling, intense pleasure. There was enough jiggle on her body as they moved together to embarrass her, but she didn't care. She was with her tiger, and nothing could be safer and free of judgement.
Eventually she found the strength to raise herself up a little more, taking a position with her rear up and just perfect for the ramming, though it was hard to stay that way under his assault. She wasn't exactly strong, so she kept getting hammered back down into the bed, but she kept bringing herself up into him every time. The sound of their mating got outright loud, a continuous 'thud thud thud' that resonated through the room. But soon it was drowned out as she began to really cry out, louder even than before as she just let loose with her voice. She was all but howling, screaming out her pleasure in an animalistic way.
All the difficulty she'd been having a good orgasm recently was so very much cast aside, and all from the slightest touch of the sheets rubbing against what made her female. Just that cock pounding into her rump at such a speed was enough to send her to her juicy height. Even in anal, Sarteegan's pounding drove her over the edge even before he was spurting his cream inside of her. She clenched on him, but he was pulling back while she climaxed.
To say her sheets were going to need cleaning was to understate just how wetly and copiously she released her feminine cum. It sloshed out over her thighs, over her belly, and of course, over her bed. Her voice was a shrill, rapid beating of sound the whole while. She gushed to a close just as he removed himself from her, and for a moment she felt nothing. Then she let out a surprised and pleased moan when she felt the hot hosing down of his cum over her back. He was marking her, and the heavy lengths of his seed were splattered over her from ass to head, leaving a very distinct scent in her fur and making her feel absolutely soaked. Between all the wetness beneath her and on her, she felt like she was swimming. She was absolutely his, and shower though she would, the keen of nose would know very well that someone had left a scent upon her, however slight.
And then, it was over. A creamy husky, panting and spent, and a tiger grinning down at her, so she found when she turned to look back at him. He put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it, and she was in no rush to get up. His hand made his way up along her neck and then he rubbed her right behind the ear, treating her like his little doggie. She just closed her eyes and laid her head on her arms, letting his cum rest on her fur.
"You're the best," she said softly.
"And you're the sexiest. I needed that." Not rushing her, he just laid down beside her and snuggled up, an arm over her shoulders. Before long he was rumbling to her, not unlike a pleasant purr but a bit more powerful. Power and beauty, that was the tiger. She cherished him like only the best of friends were cherished.
"Are you going away now? I could use a snuggle for a while," said Layla.
"I'm not going anywhere until this has been a perfect evening for us both," he said. "Maybe I'll lay around all night."
"You're more than welcome. You're my best friend in the world, you know."
"I know," he said, and licked her ear. "And I'm the luckiest tiger."
She hardly thought him the lucky one, but who was she to argue after such a perfect time together? All she cared about now was being close to her friend and protector, knowing he'd always be there for her. And she'd always be there for him.