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Striped, Collared, Heated Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2024-07-16 03:01:32 +0000 UTCImagine the whining roar of a jet engine, so loud that you hear the sound with every bone in your body. Now replace that roar with a single, mindless desire, FUCK ME! Then move the source of all that between your legs and you might understand a fraction of the need that struck me. I screamed, an inhuman sound of agonizing want and immediately clawed at my sex. Fuck me fuck me fuck me.
Silken ribbons whipped around my wrists and ankles. They yanked my paws away from my pussy. I didn’t see where they came from. I didn’t care. Snarling, I attacked with tooth and claw, to no effect. The ribbons slowly pulled my legs out to their full extent, no matter how I twisted and struggled. When my muscles burned too much to continue fighting, I roared out my protest. All the while, the jet engine screamed FUCK ME to every fiber of my being. It hurt, it burned! It Needed. Fuck me fuck me fuck me. I needed a cock, fingers, ANYTHING inside me. Silken wrappings encircled my torso, supporting my long spine, and dampened my writhing.
“RAaannhaaaa! RAaannhaaaa!” I tried to call her name through my tooth filled mouth. Fuck me fuck me fuck me.
“I am here pet. I have not left you.” Her voice threaded in from nearby. I couldn’t see, the need too great for me to focus. There was just the roaring need, bindings that stopped me from answering it and her. She’d given me my words back, but now the heat tore at my mind, bent every thought towards its fulfilment. Fuck me, fuck me mistress! FuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKME!
An hour glass filled with pink sand appeared in front of my broad nose. The sand fell in a thin stream into the bottom.
“When the top empties, I shall answer your need, but not before. Endure this, my lovely pet.” She whispered.
No! I screamed, sharp high huffs of frustration and fought the binding anew. Needed her in me now. Fuck me now. Nownownownow. Pleaaaase!
But she did not answer my cries as they dampened to piteous, pleading whimpers. My bindings held and my awareness shrank further before the need swelling inside me. I could feel the slow wet gathering of fluid between my inflamed labial lips, its weight flowing down to pool at the V where they met, then drip away. In the flowing sand before me, I saw my vagina, its black outer lips struggling to contain its vivid pink interior. Its clear fluids dripping into the bottom of the hourglass and spreading.
Faster! Faster please! I urged it with every fiber of my being. I squeezed, clenching to squirt out a gob of fluid. It fell through the narrow neck and splashed into the bottom, rippling out to touch the glass.
Xianta bark-laughed. “Very clever pet, but no cheating.” A snap of her fingers and the sand returned to the top of the hourglass, falling ever so slowly. I could do nothing but watch it, burning up inside. Grain by grain, the hourglass filled up. It could have been five minutes or five hours, each moment contained its own eternity.
Until, at last, the flow stopped. Without a word or sound my mistress answered. My own cock thrust into the depths of my swollen slit. I didn’t question the strange sensations of both engulfment and parting, only rejoiced in the relief they granted. A gentle thrust set me swinging in my restraints, and gravity brought me back. Pleasure rippled outward, up my spine and down my limbs. Fur prickled along the length of my tail as she threaded it between two finger. A powerful thrust sent me swinging outward, then she seized my tail and jerked me back. The impact drove the cock deliciously deep.
I roared out my joy. YES! FUCK ME!
And she did. Grabbing hold of the scruff of my neck and seizing the furry flesh above the base of my tail, she rutted me, slamming me bodily into my own cock again and again. Each impact catapulted me to a higher state of bliss. Just as my mind threatened to explode from the pressure of esctasy, her hands clapped around my shoulders, thumb and fingers encircling me entirely and ground me over my cock, which jutted out from the mound of her giant clit.
“Now, we cum.” She commanded, and I felt my ball surge as a wave of power swept through them and exploded within me. Her fizzy essence roiled through my body, along with something more familiar.
The bridge of my broad nose retreated from my vision as the animal rumble of my voice switched to a more human timbre. Stripes and fur retreated from my body as I fell into the warmth of the afterglow. The binding ribbons fell away. She cradled me against her chest. Her open mouth grin filled my world like a sunrise and I reached out a paw toward her.
“Was that so bad?” She cooed down at me.
I nodded numbly. “Was bad… all except the end.”
“But now you know your season. Its intensity is no longer unknown. Once you can serve me while within the depths of it, I will give you the second key to your collar.” She said.
“Then… You’ll give me my cock back?” I asked. Exhaustion colluded with the warmth of her arms to drag me down to sleep.
She chuckled. Her finger loomed over me. I batted at it with my paws but that didn’t deter my nose from getting booped. “That’s gone pet. I amplified the remaining human essence within it to restore you, but it still wasn’t enough.”
It took a monumental effort to lift my head and look over my body. Except for the paws at the ends of my wrists and a bit of white fur between my legs, everything appeared normal. My pussy still hungered, its need burning like a steady candle flame. Anger and fear bubbled in me but couldn’t pierce this blanket of contentedness that my mistress’s arms provided.
“Hands then?” I extended my paws and spread them for her. “Can’t hide them.”
“I suppose, but there’s only so much human left in you now.” She hrrmed, and touched my paws with two fingers. “We’ll put it down here for now.” The tips of her fingers slid down my arms and the tiger came with them. My hands emerged from the paws as a section of black stripped fur flowed down my arms, across my chest, to my crotch, where she lifted her fingers. The fur sprang outward, encircling my hips and I felt my spine push out. The black tip of my tail curled up between my thighs and my hips inched outward.
“There, you’re going to be such a pretty tiger lady, my pet.” She said, fingering the lock on my collar, sending tingles through me. “Looks like I didn’t quite get it all out of them hands. Ah well. Be sure to show off those lovely claws.”
“Yes… mistress...” I murmured, sensing dismissal. I let my eyes close and felt something soft cover my body. Lovely claws… what claws? I asked myself before succumbing to sleep.
