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One of two (so far; more likely to come) stories commissioned by Kazewolf, a dear friend of mine.

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It was the beginning of an icy December in the Midwest, and though Kaze's grey lupine fur gave him an edge on cold weather, the wind was edging right back towards his skin, and so he was glad for the overcoat, particularly because there wasn't an inch of fat on his tallish, lean physique. Tendrils of his bluish hair, kept somewhat long--though tied mostly back in a ponytail, his bangs refused to be tamed--flailed his glasses, leaving little ice crystals traced on its upper borders. His stomach gurgled as he neared the Hu Aiyu Kitchen, which was his favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant in town. The decor would give Martha Stewart nightmares, and he was fairly sure that the owners were bribing the local health inspectors, but the food was so fiendishly delish that he didn't mind the vague possibility of food poisoning. It'd never affected him yet, at any rate.

He breezed inside with a hefty gust of wind, his glasses momentarily fogging up as he entered the rather toasty restaurant. The little old lady at the front smiled and chittered something scarcely intelligible, though quite friendly-sounding as she led him to a seat at a booth built for two.

He practically knew his favorite dishes at the restaurant by heart, but for the sake of habit he picked it up and idly gazed about the pages, his emerald green eyes flickering between entree and entree, but not reading much.

Part way through half-reading the description of the "Three Kinds Chicken Gourmet", he was startled by an abrupt crashing sound. The source, as he discovered once his menu dropped to his plate in his surprise, was the other owner of the restaurant-the hostess' husband-who'd been clearing away a soup dish of another customer. It was atop a plate, and while the plate was unharmed due to the carpeting that covered the floor, the soup dish wasn't so lucky. Remnants of egg flower soup spattered the plush fibers as the shards of the decorated china scattered. The gentleman exclaimed something that would probably have been mildly obscene in a Chinese dialect-Mandarin, Kaze suspected-before apologetically rambling at the mouth in English as broken and fragmented as the soup bowl.

A smooth, deep voice came from the other booth, though its words were obscured under the flood of frantic apologies issuing forth from the Chinese gentleman. A large, orange, black, and white-striped hand reached down, helping gather the shards back onto the intact plate.

After the elderly gentleman had gathered up what he could and bustled back off to the kitchen, the customer stood up to move to the opposite side of the booth-presumably to escape the dribbles of soup that spattered the seat. Kaze couldn't help but goggle at the tiger, who was quite tall, and built like the envy of every Mr. Olympiad who'd ever lived. An understated golden ring, diminutive compared to the tiger's size, flickered momentarily with a reflection of the soft lighting in the ceiling. His face was rugged, but at the same time laced with a certain grace that might have suited a knight of the days of yore.

Kaze breathed in slowly, his eyes wide in his awe of the impressive sight that was the tiger. Such a specimen was not something one encountered every day. Some of his muscles tightened without his voluntary intent to do so, and his menu lifted itself from the tabletop as his hands clenched a bit. He was glad for it a moment later, as the tiger happened to glance his way, causing Kaze to hurriedly glance back at his menu. While his eyes flickered between "Crab Meat Cheese Puffs" and "Wor Won Ton Soup," all he still saw for a while was the tiger, the feline whose body and demeanor clinched at his mind like a death-grip.

He stammered when the little Chinese gent showed up again at his table and asked for his order. With a little effort, he conveyed to the man that he wanted the sesame chicken, and some hot tea.

With that curious haste that seems to accompany all facets of Chinese dining, the entree made its way to Kaze's table in a time that seemed impossibly fast. As he ate, he continued to steal glances at the tiger whenever possible, though he refrained from turning his head where possible, in case the tiger should glance back (which he did, a few times). However, Kaze finished his dish long before the tiger, who appeared to have ordered a Peking duck, along with a family-sized platter of food. (And no wonder-the tiger was huge! Besides-all that muscle must have required a massive amount of protein to maintain, Kaze thought to himself.) He placed money for his tab and a tip on the little plastic tray, and munched on his fortune cookie.

The scrap of paper inside read: "Be daring. Your secret admirer watches." He blinked at the white, folded rectangle. Surely this cookie must have been meant for the tiger, but due to the timing, it somehow ended up on the wrong check tray. He mentally shrugged in indifference, pocketing the strip as he got up. He flicked his tail as he swished his overcoat from one shoulder to the other, suiting up for the cold night-and thought he heard a faint purr. Could it-? Nah, he decided. The fortune cookie was wrong, right?

Three nights later, Kaze sighed and put down his tray. His job as a server at a local gay bar required him to often stay up later than he liked, but the pay was fairly good-especially when tip-happy drunkards were the customers du jour. The night was winding down, and a few fairly social individuals remained in booths, but the bar itself was empty aside from the one quiet guy who showed up every Thursday night. (Kaze never could figure out what his story was. It was always just rum and Coke in the early evening, and plain Coke as the night wore on, every Thursday, just like clockwork.)

He turned his back to the bar, gazing at the ranks of shiny glass bottles on the shelves, each one shining with a faint backlighting that distilled each color of the spirits into a glimmer of brightness. A faint rustle behind him pricked his furred ears: a customer had arrived. Still, it surprised him a bit, given that it was already fairly late in the evening.

He casually turned, a smooth smile on his face. "What can I get yo-"

It was the tiger. Kaze's eyes flared wide, and he stammered. "Y...you?"

The tiger smiled, his eyes shining with appeared to be mischievous, but good-natured, internal laughter. "What, cat got your tongue?"

Something inside Kaze wanted to yelp out a "Yes!", but he was thankful that that part of him didn't manage to achieve that vocalization. "Uh-no, sir. Is there something you'd like?"

The tiger blinked, the golden irises of his eyes hooded momentarily by a languid closure of his eyelids. "Well, I doubt what I want is available. But you can get me a White Russian, if you'd like."

It wasn't technically Kaze's job to make up the drinks, but he'd been around long enough to know what into most of them, and he was thankful for the opportunity to do something instead of merely staring into the tiger's gorgeous face-it was rude to stare, and perhaps worse to spontaneously kiss new customers. He located an old-fashioned glass, mixed together just the right amount of vodka and Kahlúa (this guy would need a lot, he thought to himself), and dropped in a few ice cubes. Then, he reached into the small fridge behind the bar, and topped off the round glass with fresh cream, frothy and rich. A deft movement of his wrist procured a cocktail napkin, which he placed upon the bartop and slid to the tiger with the cocktail on top.

The tiger nodded his thanks, closing his eyes as he slowly tipped the drink back into his maw, the caramel-color-striped mixture draining from the round glass, his throat throbbing with the descending liquid. Kaze found himself imagining that the tiger was swallowing something other than an ordinary cocktail, and looked away momentarily, as though the tiger had been watching his mental viewscape on a thought balloon.

The ice cubes clinked against each other as the remnants of the drink flowed into the tiger's mouth, depositing them against his lips. He tipped his head back down, the muscles in his neck sliding across one another smoothly as he carefully set the glass back down, precisely centering it upon the square napkin. A short, contented rumble of a purr echoed from the tiger's expansive chest.

He gazed at Kaze for a moment, and Kaze found himself unable to tear his eyes from the big cat's eyes, which seemed like great golden pools, unending and luminous. Though it felt like an incredibly long time, a part of Kaze realized that it was an uncomfortably long pause to have interjected into the dialog between the two. He swallowed, opening his mouth to speak. "Uh...is there anything else you'd like-to drink, sir?"

The cat silently continued to observe Kaze for a few more seconds, before calmly shaking his head. "No, I think-"

A holler from the office interrupted him. "Kaze! I need you in here, pronto!" The manager of the bar, who, inexplicably, was Texan and a good businessman, was not one to be left waiting.

Kaze smiled weakly at the tiger. "First drinks are on the house, so don't worry about the tab. I'll be back in a little bit if you need anything."

In a bit of a haze, he swung off to the office, where the manager was asking him another odd question about how to change the bar for the better. The Texan didn't care too much for gays-he liked their money a lot more than them, but he didn't hate them, either-and he had absolutely no ability to think like one. Kaze, on the other hand, had a fashion sense that bordered on fabulous, and he'd helped the manager decide on some ways to improve the decor and features of the bar in the past-much to the pleasure of the regular customers.

The manager ran several carpet swatches past Kaze, asking which would look best on the walls of some of the booths. Kaze ruled out the flamingo pink in no time, and eventually somehow settled on something more understated but still groovy. He returned to the bar, hoping the tiger might be there.

Instead, he found a 10-dollar bill, wrapped around a small piece of paper. Surprised at the money, he picked it up, wondering if perhaps the note was saying that the tiger had refused his free drink and had felt bad about not paying for it.

However, when he unfolded it, he discovered that it was instead addressed to him: "Sorry about coming in so late. Let's have dinner at my place, no egg flower soup. -Orieon." On the reverse was a phone number and address.

Two phone calls (one to an answering machine), two days, and two miles' driving later, Kaze was chewing on steak, which was flavorfully home-cooked by Orieon's talented hands. It surprised Kaze that only a few days ago, this marvel of a beast had been merely someone else in the restaurant, and now he was Kaze's dinner date.

Their conversation over dinner, was pleasant, yet thought-provoking. Never had Kaze felt so at home with a person he had actually known for so short a time, nor had he ever felt like he'd known such a person all his life, contrary to reality. He found himself emptying his water glass excessively and asking for random condiments, so that his gracious host would get up to retrieve the flavorings or refills, granting Kaze an opportunity to watch the sculpted tiger's inspiring physique in motion.

They had ice cream for dessert, and eventually gravitated to Orieon's front room, which was centered around a merry fireplace, and decorated in an understated but festive manner. They continued their conversation on the expansive couch directly in front of the firelight.

"So," said Orieon, in his deep, smooth bass that flowed like molten caramel, "Has the evening been alright for you? I was concerned that the steak might have been too tough."

Kaze shook his head. "No! No, it was absolutely perfect...perfectly cooked, perfectly seasoned...it was probably the best steak I've ever had. Just perfect." Perfect...like him... he thought to himself.

Orieon smiled warmly, showing genuine relief, and pleasure at knowing that his guest was happy. "Oh, good. I'm glad it all worked out-particularly without spilling." His eyes softened with mirth as he gazed at Kaze, knowing that they shared that memory.

The real happiness in those eyes, those aureate wells of unfathomable depth, was too much for Kaze to handle. He intended to merely smile and laugh, but he found himself leaning in as he did so, and in spite of any restraint he might have wished to hang onto, his lips came together and sought Orieon's in a soft, light kiss.

A portion of his mind reeled, wondering what in the world he'd been thinking by doing so, demanding that he apologize and blame it on the late nights of work at the bar making him lonely and tired. But he didn't-couldn't-he knew he wanted that kiss. He'd never apologize for it.

Orieon still looked down warmly at the wolf, surprising Kaze with the utter lack of shocked appearance in his expression. "And was that alright, too, Kaze?"

Kaze paused-momentarily at a loss for words. "I-yes. I loved it. May I have another?"

Orieon blinked slowly and gracefully, much like he'd done the night at the bar. "As many as you like-it's my pleasure." He leaned in, reclosing the gap between the two of them and softly enclosing the end of Kaze's with his own.

Kaze's fleeting surprise at the turnabout was replaced with bliss as he readily opened his mouth slightly to relish in the kiss from the tiger. He tasted the mint from the tiger's dessert, laced with a touch of savoriness from the steak, and the delectable gustation of the tiger's natural taste.

They exchanged light, but somewhat long-lasting kisses before Kaze eventually could restrain himself no longer and began to send his tongue past his own lips and into the tiger's cavernous muzzle. It was welcomed by the tiger's own, which caressed Kaze's tongue, tickling it with its slightly rough contours. In response, Orieon's massive arms reached out to gently hold Kaze's torso, faintly pressing on him to draw him nearer.

Of course, Kaze did-with relish. He embraced the tiger's huge torso with his arms as best he could, flattening himself against the rugged contours of the tiger's physique, causing him to have to awkwardly draw back his neck to maintain the kiss. Yet he didn't mind; the tiger's shape and warmth were irresistible against him.

This continued for a few moments, before Orieon withdrew his mouth from the kiss, causing Kaze a bit of momentary confusion. It was short-lived, though: Orieon's incisors found the edges of Kaze's jaw, and began to nibble delicately, the tiger's head moving them slowly back as they continued to run along Kaze's skin, filling his nerve endings with delight. Kaze gasped slowly, his mouth now freed, his body shivering just a touch from this surprising delight.

Orieon's mouth made its way to Kaze's ear, where it nibbled the base, before the tiger extended his moist tongue into the ear itself. His warm, vapor-laden breath filled his ear, brushing across his eardrum in a sensual overture as the tongue itself cascaded along the various intricate folds of skin.

Kaze moaned lightly, lost in the bliss of the moment. His member, which had become only slightly filled with his blood simply due to making out, was lumbering out to full staff now in the face of the pleasure he was receiving. Without any conscious intent towards doing so, he found himself grinding his crotch against the tiger's ribbed lower torso. In response, Orieon moved one of his hands lower on Kaze's back, its palm pressing noticeably on his lumbar spine, while the fingers extended around his tail, his ring and middle digits forming a V in which the tail was nestled. The fingertips of the tiger's powerful hands kneaded the tops of Kaze's buttocks as they slipped between Kaze's pants and his boxer-briefs.

What remained of Kaze's coherent thought processes wondered how in the world this tiger could push his buttons so well. His spine arched, pressing his front more forcefully against the tiger, another gasp leaving his muzzle in the process. He moaned again. "Mmmh...take me, tiger..."

Orieon didn't let up with the handplay, but removed his tongue from the wolf's ear to whisper softly into it. "Do you want me to?"

A thousand inhibitions sprang up from various corners of Kaze's mind, but they found themselves washed away in the flood of desire that this tiger evoked. "...yes...!"

With wordless agreement, the tiger lifted Kaze with the hand around his tail, holding him still close to his torso with the other, his teeth descending carefully along the side of Kaze's neck as he stood, carting the wolf along as though Kaze weighed virtually nothing, but not without the utmost of care.

The halls and doorways of the tiger's home blurred in Kaze's sight as they moved in unison to Orieon's bedroom. He found his hips grinding against the tiger a few times along the way, involuntarily contracting in a desire to bring on more pleasuring. Then he was tilting slowly backwards, until he found himself deposited on a silk comforter that compressed lightly under him, feeling almost like a velvety cloud. Then the tiger was there, towering above him for a moment with a warm smile still upon his visage.

"Shall I help you with those clothes, or would you prefer to strip for me?"

Kaze could scarcely believe his ears-this tiger was good. He didn't even bother to talk-he didn't have the presence of mind for a witty comeback-but he sensuously began to remove his shirt and undershirt, his torso writhing upon the satiny blanket as he slowly unveiled his torso. The tiger, accordingly, peeled off the tight T-shirt that ran across his form like plastic wrap, showing the equally taut tank top underneath. His right hand paused at his hip while he watched Kaze strip for a moment, and then with a small growl he simply hooked a claw in the tank's neckline and slit it down the center, shucking the newly-made vest with a shrug.

The sight of the tiger's torso, uncovered, inflamed new levels of lust in Kaze's mind. "Unh...you're so hot..." His hands lost their careful control and hastily yanked his two shirt layers over his own head, flinging them aside. He quickly latched onto his own pants closure, undoing the button and ratcheting down the zipper at top speed.

The tiger leaned in, placing a palm upon Kaze's chest and pushing him carefully back down to the bed. "Stop. I'll take it from here." Kaze blinked a few times, but decided that things would probably be better this way-the tiger obviously had better control over himself at the time.

Orieon's hand cascaded down Kaze's abs to the wolf's waistline, where it was joined by the other. They each went to a side, hooking the fingertips inside Kaze's pants and boxer-briefs, using the tiger's thumbs to slowly pull them down. The feel of the fabric cascading along his swollen member caused Kaze to thrust against them a bit, sighing blissfully at the thoughts in his mind of what this tiger would soon be doing to him.

As the elastic in the boxer-briefs came down, it caught momentarily on Kaze's long shaft, and held there momentarily before the continued downward movement of the tiger's hands caused it to spring free with a "thwap" sound.

The tiger paused momentarily, sizing up the freed member. "And here I thought that the meat course was over when we finished the steak. I wonder if you taste as good as you look?" Kaze eyed the tiger in scant surprise as he bent down, licking the underside of the shaft sensuously slowly. Kaze closed his eyes as the first foreign sensation from the tiger upon his member made its way to his brain-it was decadent to feel the slightly roughened surface of the tiger's tongue upon his sensitive genitals, and the tiger's eagerness was clear, as Orieon's hands were still hooked into the wolf's pants and had only descended to about mid-thigh on the wolf.

Orieon straightened up, flicking his tongue in his mouth momentarily. "Hmm...I'd say you do. I think I'll have to have a bit more of that meat straightaway." He glanced down, noticing the bead of pre-ejaculate forming upon Kaze's cocktip. "And you even serve beverages to go with that entree! I'm getting hungry already." He smacked his lips, his carnivorous teeth showing as he grinned devilishly.

Kaze did his best to look suave, winking at the tiger. "Let's see if you can eat it all, big boy. I have meat to spare."

Orieon quirked an eyebrow. "Then I'd best get started." With a quick motion that must have required immense coordination, but that he made look effortless, he swept the underwear and pants completely off of Kaze, letting them fall to the floor as his head again descended to Kaze's groin.

Kaze gasped with the suddenness as the tiger's tongue wrapped itself around Kaze's tip sideways, perpendicular to the length of his body. With a careful flick, it twisted around the sensitive head, causing Kaze to gasp again at the bizarre but incredible stimulation.

Orieon's left hand slid around Kaze's right hip to cradle Kaze's right buttock, while his left rose to cup Kaze's scrotum, softly fondling the sizable orbs contained within. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, engulfing the tip of Kaze's member with his lips alone, using suction on it to pull blood towards the sensitive area, enlarging it slightly in the process. His tongue then flicked upon the tip, drawing away the decadent taste of Kaze's pre.

"Mmmh...that's it, suck me off, tiger..." Kaze moaned. He reclined upon his elbows, eyes closed as he savored the sensations coming from the tiger's ministrations. The tiger purred through his muzzle, encasing Kaze's member in a powerful bass vibration. He descended to a depth that took in as much of Kaze's shaft that would comfortably, easily fit within his muzzle alone, and then carefully, delicately closed his teeth around it, lightly grazing its surface as he drew his head back up. Kaze shivered as the pointed ivories cascaded along his cock-the stimulation like none he'd ever received.

Orieon then moved his hand, placing the middle digit between the twinned orbs, and placing his index finger upon Kaze's left testicle, while his ring finger rested atop the right-hand unit. His thumb and pinky fingers cupped the two eggs close to his palm, and he alternated rolling the two back and forth, as though they were large Chinese musical spheres. He brought his head down again, sticking his tongue as far forward as it would go, where it tickled the root of Kaze's shaft. He then drew his head back up, keeping the tongue enfolded around the bottom side of Kaze's rod as he ascended.

"Yes! Do it, Orieon!" said Kaze, jubilant in the pleasure of the moment. The tiger obliged, twisting the tongue around the shaft as he drew it in and lowered his head again. This time, he went past the comfortable limits of his mouth, and slowly deep-throated Kaze's member, engulfing it completely to its base with his teeth, his tongue rubbing up and down the wolf's member's veiny surface the entire time.

Kaze gasped aloud, powerfully, awash in being completely encased by the warm, moist muscle of the tiger's oropharynx. Orieon swallowed obligingly, drawing away a gob of pre as his throat muscles clasped and contracted against the sensitive tip of Kaze's shaft. Kaze only barely avoided a complete orgasm on the spot.

But the tiger wasn't done. His left hand, which had previously only been clasping Kaze's right buttock, now slid further under the wolf, its thumb and last two fingers spreading the cheeks wide as its middle finger began to rub its velvety furred knuckles across Kaze's anus, tickling it murderously. He sensuously withdrew his muzzle from around Kaze's member until the head was the only thing still inside, and then descended again with increased rapidity until it was again buried in the depths of his throat. The bass purring vibrated Kaze's member from base to tip-it was more than the wolf could handle.

Before ten repetitions of this were over, Kaze could hold back the climax no longer-the tiger's expert treatment was simply more than his nerves could resist. "Orieon!" he said. "I'm going to-going to-unh!" Though the climax began to hit while he was completely deep-throated in Orieon's muzzle, Orieon cleverly withdrew until the large member was only about halfway into his mouth, the essence exploding from its tip into his mouth, rather than directly into his gullet. He swallowed it all, as his cavernous muzzle had more than enough room for extra liquid.

Kaze gasped for air repeatedly as the climax subsided, but was momentarily silenced by the tiger, who leaned in and kissed him deeply, the taste of Kaze's seed heavy upon his tongue. "You had quite a tasty entree there, Kaze, but now it's time for the cream dessert. I hope your colon enjoys it."

Kaze's eyes widened as he realized what more the tiger had in mind. "Really? You will?"

The tiger smiled smoothly down at Kaze. "I promised I would. And besides, that tight ass of yours needs a bit of stretching out-my knuckle didn't even slide in partway. You won't be disappointed with the workout I give it." The tiger stepped back, giving Kaze a more complete view of his physique, and undid the snap and zipper on his loose pants, giving them a small push so that they slid to the floor, exposing his massive leg muscles and his bikini brief-style underwear. He turned around, showing Kaze his intricately-striped back and rear, flicking his tail as he sensuously began to slide the scanty underwear down his legs. Kaze found himself salivating at the momentary strip show before him, the muscles of the tiger's body more appealing than any Renaissance sculpture.

Once the underwear succumbed fully to gravity, the tiger turned slowly around to face Kaze, his smile just as suave and filled with intent as before. Kaze finally beheld the tiger's member, which was black, extremely wide, and still fairly long to boot. The sac below it was encased in white, velvety fur, and the oblong orbs inside weighed it down with their hefty mass. Orieon's tail-tip flicked behind him as he stepped back towards Kaze, his physique absolutely lust-inspiring.

So it came as a surprise, and a bit of an unpleasant one at that, when the tiger suddenly dropped again to one knee, his face nearing Kaze's crotch. "What are you-?" Kaze asked, but was cut off with a gasp when he felt Orieon's tongue thrust against his rear entrance. The tiger placed his hands upon Kaze's rear upper thighs, pushing them back slightly to tilt Kaze's pucker upward, allowing his questing tongue more unhindered access to the rosy ring.

Saliva ran freely from the tiger's tongue and onto the sphincter, making it slick and soft in no time. He then folded the tongue onto itself, giving it more lateral stability as he began pushing into Kaze with it. Kaze moaned as it began to pass his involuntary internal sphincter, aided by the liquid on the tiger's tongue, his muscles slowly beginning to get the hint and relax in the process. Secretions from Orieon's mouth continued to flow inward, lubricating the interior, preparing it for the much larger and more unyielding rod that would be entering it shortly.

Kaze writhed upon the sheets, the sensation of Kaze's slightly corrugated tongue on his insides extremely strange, but decadent in the extreme. He was almost displeased when the tiger removed it, and certainly would have been, had he not been fully aware that something even better was on its way to a rectum near him.

Still retaining his grasp upon Kaze's thighs, Orieon pulled Kaze towards the edge of the bed, his member perfectly positioned above the bed's apex, primed and ready to penetrate. "All set, Kaze?"

The wolf nodded eagerly. "Bring it on, big boy. Let's see what you've got."

Orieon's eyes narrowed devilishly. "With pleasure." He placed the very tip of his member upon Kaze's entrance, holding it there for a few moments. Kaze squirmed impatiently, attempting to force it into himself, but found that Orieon's hold made it impossible.

The tiger saw Kaze's impatience, and began to push in with agonizing slowness, a fanged grin on his face. The rings of muscle that made up Kaze's anus convulsed as the wide head began to force them apart. Kaze hissed through his teeth as it cleared the rings and began to slide deeper into him, the sensation of being filled powerful upon his awareness, causing him to crave it all the more even as he received it.

At long last, Orieon's groin came to rest against Kaze's butt, the tip of his member heavy against the plexus of sensitive nerves that lay adjacent Kaze's prostate. Kaze released a whoosh of breath, pleased that the initial driving-open was coming to a rest.

The tiger continued to smile down at him. "Handling my cock alright down there?"

Kaze gritted his teeth. "It's big, but nothing I can't deal with. We'll see if you can use it right."

The tiger thrust against Kaze's hips meaningfully. "You'll find that I can." His index fingers prodded along the inguinal crease formed by Kaze's slightly lifted legs over his hips. "Now...are you ready for me to really begin fucking you, or should I give you a few more seconds to get used to my girth?"

Kaze's eyes narrowed. "Take me, tiger. I meant it the first time, and I still do now."

Orieon showed his teeth again. "Then so do I!" In one quick motion, he withdrew himself clear to the head of his massive member, before driving himself all the way back in again, his orbs thudding against the back of Kaze's buttocks as he came to a halt inside the wolf's colon. Kaze gasped and moaned at the same time, involuntarily clenching a number of muscles, causing him to nearly choke on rogue saliva in the process. His insides tightened around Orieon's shaft, and the big cat growled with schadenfreude-like pleasure.

The tiger didn't let up for a moment, though. With a fervor that seemed fueled by a mechanical stamina, he continued to piston himself in and out of the wolf, occasionally driving into Kaze's rectum with a slight sideways angle or a faint twist of the hips, causing the cock to corkscrew inwards, and always with such force that Kaze would easily have been driven back several inches each time if the tiger's massive paws weren't holding him down.

Kaze was receiving more than he bargained. He moaned helplessly under the flexing tiger, awash in pleasure laced with just enough pain to make it euphoric, but not so much that it was at all worrying. He found himself trying to prop himself up with his hands to counterthrust against the tiger's pounding, but his bliss was so complete that he found he couldn't muster the proper coordination.

"You're a tight little bastard, you know that?" said the tiger from between clenched teeth. Still, his continued assault upon Kaze's ass seemed completely undeterred by that fact, as the force of his thrusts never dwindled in the slightest.

This continued for a few minutes, until Orieon growled rather loudly, causing Kaze to blink in a hazy surprise. "Wha-?"

"This isn't enough. I'm going to rut into you until you can't think straight, but I'm going to have to move you to do it. Hang on." The tiger's arms shot under the wolf, bracing him as the tiger leapt forward onto the bed, driving Kaze backwards with him. The silky cover protested with a curious noise as the friction brought them both to a halt, but the inertia caused Orieon's rod to delve into Kaze with the entire momentum of the tiger's prodigious muscle mass.

Kaze nearly screamed with the force. It thudded across his G-spot, setting his pleasure centers ablaze, which was only potentiated by the fact that the massive tiger was now directly atop him, his musk filling Kaze's nose with need, and his muscles loading the wolf's brain with lust. The tiger moved quickly, propping up Kaze's thighs against his own shoulders, causing the angle of penetration to incline upwards, and the pressure upon that sensitive bundle of nerves to increase plentifully with each thrust. Kaze's interior muscles were tightening up of their own accord now, and the tiger began to growl notably with each thrust-they were now far more powerful than before, to compensate for the increased tightness, but slower as well. The decreased speed caused the sensation of each vein and prominence upon the tiger's member to become all the more apparent to Kaze as they ribbed across his sensitive nerve endings.

Kaze began to nearly hyperventilate, as he wanted to make sounds or words to indicate his pleasure and desire, but found that he simply couldn't, such was the strength of his stimulation. High-pitched moans, bordering on whines, escaped his muzzle, which was slack-jawed and open in the heat of the moment. The feeling of the tiger above him was simply more than he could process.

The spectrum of pleasure that was racking his mind was so complete that he didn't even notice, at first, the second climax building in his loins-until suddenly it was upon him, and it flooded his awareness like a hurricane. His colon spasmed around the massive shaft invading it, and his scrotum drew upwards as his semen once again blasted forth from his long member, spraying the tiger above him with wolfseed.

Orieon's member, engulfed in Kaze's orgasmic spasm, was similarly stimulated, and he came to a climax as well. An ear-splitting roar left his cavernous chest as he drove himself into Kaze all the way to the hilt one final time, unloading massive bolts of his essence deep into Kaze's intestines.

Kaze felt the warmth of the tiger's seed flood him, prolonging his own orgasm. He was dimly aware of the roar from his lover, but far more aware of the tactile stimulations upon himself.

Orieon's muscular strength performed admirably, holding them both in that position until their climaxes subsided completely. The tiger's shaft maintained a remarkable degree of rigidity as he began to slowly remove it from Kaze, its mass tickling Kaze's hypersensitized internal nerve endings as it parted.

He then allowed Kaze's legs to drop back to the bed, spreading himself out atop the wolf before turning onto his side, holding the exhausted wolf close to him in a muscular embrace.

"Did that feel good, Kaze?" he said, again the gracious host and caring lover.

"...yes...!" said Kaze, feeling like he'd said it before, and still meant it just as much. "It was...perfect..."

The tiger chuckled. "I agree. You felt so good...it was amazing."

Kaze mumbled something about needing to get home, but what was left of his awareness had trouble getting it verbalized.

"No, don't, Kaze. My home is your home-stay here with me, at least for tonight." The tiger kissed the wolf delicately, and Kaze couldn't help but reciprocate, albeit weakly.

Orieon pulled a pillow over and propped it up under his own head, holding Kaze's back with one hand and softly rubbing the back of his shoulders with the other as he nestled the wolf's head amongst his massive chest muscles. He reached across the bed and pulled the opposite edge of the comforter to wrap around their hips and legs.

Kaze, amidst the fog of afterglow, cuddled up closely to the tiger, the faint sound of Christmas carolers filtering in through the glass of a nearby window as snow fell outside. It really had been a perfect night...the last thought that tried to make it through his mind as he fell asleep was what he would do for the tiger when Orieon one day came to visit him for dinner...