#weretiger

The mud sucked at your boots. 

One moment, Raj’s orange vest was bobbing ahead through the curtain of green, the next, there was only the oppressive silence of the rainforest. You called his name, the word swallowed whole by the wet air. Your shouts grew thinner, more desperate, until they were just whispers against the chatter of insects and the distant cry of a bird. 

The GPS unit was dead, its screen a black eye. 

The satellite phone was in Raj’s pack. You were alone.

You walked because stopping meant admitting it. The light began to fail, the green turning to murky gray, then to a black so complete it felt like a physical weight on your eyes. The rain started, not a gentle patter but a cascading roar that soaked you to the bone in seconds. You stumbled into a shallow cave, little more than a scoop in the rock face, choked with the smell of damp earth and something musky and ripe.

You were shivering, wringing water from your hair, when you felt the air change. The insects went quiet. The sound of your own breathing was suddenly deafening. You turned.

He filled the cave entrance. Not a man. Something else. He was naked, skin gleaming with rain and sweat under the last fragments of twilight. He was massive, shoulders bunched with muscle that corded and shifted. A thatch of coarse, tawny-black hair covered his chest, trailing down a ridged abdomen. His face was brutal, human but not; a broad nose, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, but his eyes… they glowed with a feral, amber light, the pupils vertical slits. Like a tiger… They locked onto you, and you couldn’t move. 

Your bladder let go, a warm rush down your thigh, lost instantly in the soaked fabric of your pants.

He sniffed the air, his broad nostrils flaring. A low sound came from his chest, not a growl, but a deep, rumbling purr that vibrated in the stone under your feet.

“Mine,” he said.

“No,” you choked out, scrambling back. Your back hit the rock wall. “Please. I’m lost. I’ll go.”

He was on you in a movement too fast to follow. 

One hand, large enough to cup your entire skull, clamped over your mouth. The other ripped at your clothes. The synthetic fabric of your field vest tore like paper. Your shirt followed, buttons pinging off the stone. The cool air hit your bare skin, your nipples tightening instantly into hard, aching points from fear and the chill. You fought, but it was like fighting a boulder. His strength was absolute, impersonal. He stripped your pants and underwear down with a single, brutal yank, the fabric tearing at the seams. 

You were naked, splayed on the cold, gritty floor of the cave.

He knelt between your legs, his glowing eyes raking over you. His cock was already out, thick and ruddy and utterly inhuman. It was massive, the shaft ridged with pronounced, fleshy rings, the head a blunt, leaking spear. At the base, a dense knot of tissue swelled, already prominent. The smell of him intensified, spicy and animal, flooding your senses.

“Mine,” he said again.

He didn’t prepare you. He didn’t kiss you. He shoved your legs apart with his knees, the coarse hair on his thighs scratching your sensitive skin. The broad head of his cock pressed against your opening, a foreign pressure. He rubbed your clit and you screamed against his palm, the sound muffled into a pathetic whimper.

He seemed to notice your bud was tender because he did it again and again, until it swelled and throbbed in an unwanted climax, your pussy trickling juices.

Lubricating his shaft in your essence, he pushed in.

The pain was white-hot ecstasy, tearing you open. You arched off the ground, a silent scream locked in your throat. He didn’t stop. He seated himself to the hilt in one grinding shove, the fleshy ridges of his cock dragging against your inner walls. Your pussy felt stuffed, stretched to a burning, splitting point around him. He was so deep you felt him in your throat, in your heartbeat.

He released your mouth, but you couldn’t scream anymore. You could only gasp, ragged, wet sounds as he began to move. He didn’t fuck you with a rhythm. He claimed you with short, powerful lunges, each one jolting your body up the stone floor, grinding your ass and back on the rough ground. His human hands were on your breasts, but they didn’t caress. He groped them, his thumbs rough on your nipples, pinching and pulling until they were sore nubs. He bent his head, and his tongue, strangely rough like a cat’s, lapped a stripe from your collarbone to your chin.

“You smell of fear,” he grunted into your ear, his breath hot. “Good. Smell of me soon. Only me.”

His pace increased. The wet, squelching sounds of your pussy taking him filled the cave, an obscene counterpoint to the rain outside. The pain faded, followed by a treacherous, deep pressure as his ridged cock dragged over a spot inside you that made your stomach clench. 

A thin, broken sob escaped you.

He changed angle suddenly, hiking your hips higher. The new position drove him even deeper. One of his hands left your breast and slid down your slick belly, through your pubic hair, his thick fingers finding your clit. He rubbed it in hard, fast circles, the stimulation crude and overwhelming.

“Come,” he commanded, his voice a growl. “Your cunt squeezes my cock when you come. Do it.”

You shook your head, tears streaming into your hairline. But your body was responding to the relentless pleasure. The pressure built, coiling tight in your gut, separate from your terror. A moan, low and helpless, bubbled up from your chest. His fingers worked your clit faster, his cock pistoned into your ravaged pussy, and the coil snapped.

Your orgasm rocked you. It ripped through you with the force of a seizure, your back bowing, a raw, screaming cry tearing from your lips. Your pussy clamped down on his invading cock in rhythmic spasms you couldn’t control. He roared above you, a sound more tiger than man, and his thrusts became erratic. You felt the knot at the base of his cock swell further, an impossible bulk.

“Now you take my seed,” he snarled. “Take my knot.”

He slammed home one final time, and the knot forced its way past your stretched opening with a popping sensation. You were locked together, impaled, filled beyond thought. He came, and you felt it. A hot flood that pulsed directly into your womb, jet after jet of it, so much you felt bloated, claimed from the inside out. He collapsed on top of you, his weight driving the air from your lungs, his teeth finding the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He bit down, not enough to kill, but to mark. The sharp pain was a bright note amidst the blissful ache of your body.

You both lay there, tied together by his knotted cock, for what felt like hours. His breath slowed, his body a furnace on top of you. 

The rain stopped. 

Eventually, the knot deflated enough for him to slip out with a wet, messy sound. A gush of his come mixed with your own fluids leaked out of you, pooling on the stone beneath your ass. He rolled off, and you curled onto your side, shaking, empty and full all at once.

You thought it was over. You were wrong.

He looked at you, and you saw the beast still in full control. 

He dragged you up by your arm. “Clean,” he grunted, and pushed you toward a small trickle of water at the back of the cave. You washed mechanically, the cold water doing nothing to cleanse the feeling of him from your skin. He watched, his cock already half-hard.

He took you on your hands and knees that time. His thrusts were deeper and more tender, if possible. One large, calloused hand fisted in your hair, holding your head down. The other hand spread your ass cheeks, and his thumb, slick with the mess from your pussy, rubbed roughly over your asshole.

“This, too, will one day be mine,” he said. You wept in rapture, your tears dripping into the dirt.

The day passed in a blur of animal hunger. He fucked you whenever the urge took him. Over a fallen log, your breasts scraping on the bark. Bent over a rock, him licking the sweat from your spine before driving into you. He made you suck his cock, the fleshy ridges rubbing against your tongue and the roof of your mouth until you gagged, his knot swelling at the base, preventing you from taking it all. He came in your mouth and made you swallow.

He was relentless. 

Your pussy grew sore, then numb, then sore again. He used his own come leaking from you as lubricant to finger your ass, working one thick finger, then two, into the tight ring of muscle while he fucked your pussy from behind. You cried out every time then climaxed.

“You will scream my pleasure to the jungle,” he told you, biting your shoulder. “They will all know you are claimed.”

And they found you. It was late afternoon. You were on your back, your legs hooked over his forearms as he drove into you, a position that allowed him deepest penetration. Your head was turned to the side, your eyes unfocused, when you saw movement at the tree line. 

Raj. Then Dr. Evans. Two porters. Their faces were masks of horror, frozen in the dim green light.

“No!” Raj shouted, stepping forward.

The weretiger didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow. He pinned you harder, his gaze locking on the interlopers. A savage grin split his face. He leaned over you, his body covering yours, possessive.

“Watch, you fools!” he growled, the command meant for them. “See what belongs to me.”

His thrusts became flashy, showy. He folded your legs, opened you wider. The wet slap of his flesh against yours was loud in the sudden silence. You wanted to hide, to cover yourself, but his hands imprisoned you. You saw your colleagues’ eyes, wide with emotions. 

A fresh wave of shame washed over you. But your body, so thoroughly used, so perfectly tuned to his, was responding. The pleasure built again, a creeping vine you could not kill. Your nipples were hard peaks against his chest. Involuntarily, your hips began to move, meeting his thrusts in earnest.

“That’s it,” he grunted in your ear, his voice loud enough for all to hear. “Show them how your cunt needs its master. Come for them. Come on my cock.”

You shook your head, a final, feeble denial. But it was too late. A climax tore through you, violent and consuming. You screamed in mindless ecstasy that echoed through the trees, a sound of complete surrender. Your pussy milked his cock wildly as you shook beneath him.

With a triumphant roar, he followed you, his own release pumping into you, claiming you yet again in front of their witnessing eyes. He held himself deep, letting them see the intimacy of the act, the way his body possessed yours, the way his knot spread you.

When he finally stilled, he looked at your team, his glowing eyes challenging.

“She’s mine,” he said. “I’ll rip anyone who dares take her from me to shreds.”

His knot popped from you, and he shifted, his body protecting you, bones cracking and reforming. Tawny fur erupted from his skin. His face elongated into a snarling muzzle, teeth like daggers. In seconds, a massive Bengal tiger, easily twice the normal size, stood in front of the group.

The message was clear. You were not a rescue. You were prey that had been caught. You were his.

Dr. Evans took a step back. Raj looked from the tiger’s unblinking eyes to your own. You saw the understanding dawn in his face, followed by helpless terror. The tiger’s rumbling growl shook the very air. Reminding them to go away.

Slowly, they retreated, disappearing back into the green.