Note from the Author: this story is much longer than the last Hunter Hunted, which was a one shot, because I have decided to make it an extended short series. I hope you enjoy!
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"Three days."
Private Parker looked up from his desk at Commander Grant, standing at the window of the temporary office building. His arms were folded across his chest and his usual cigarette was no where to be seen. The man who led an army of hardened mercenaries was worried, and with good reason. His best team of scouts hadn't been heard from in 74 hours.
"I'm sure they will show up, sir," said Parker, trying to ease the Commander's worry. Grant nodded absently, turning to walk into his quarters and closing the door.
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The water's surface rippled as Thomas Murdoch plunged on hands and knees into the riverbed, splashing his tired face. His arms and chest stung as the cold water washed over his numerous cuts and gashes while the temperature gave him goosebumps. His ragged body armour had been no comfort against the weather as he hiked through dangerous territory for 2 days, scavenging food and making rough shelter each night.
Ignoring the pain wracking his body, Tom drank slowly from the freshwater river, making sure not to take on too much in one go and make himself sick. When he had recovered some of his strength he would move on, but it had been a long day and until now he hadn't found anything to drink.
A splash nearby alerted him and he looked up as a slender orange figure bent down to lap at the edge of the bank, apparently unfazed by their hard travel. The girl - if you could call her that - was orange because of the fine, light and dark striped fur that covered most of her body. Her girlish face, neck & hands were clear, as were her breasts and belly, making a pink-white trail of skin leading down to her crotch. Her head however had blonde hair, with two pointy orange cat ears sticking through her waves. Her hands and feet were clawed, and she had an amazing furry orange tail sprouting from above her bottom, flicking around. As he watched, the girl lapped up a mouthful of water and looked up at him, purring happily. The young soldier couldn't help but smile back at his companion.
"Careful you don't fall in now," he warned, as the girl leaned over more to examine a lily pad. With one unfortunate slip her front paw - or was it a hand? - slid off of the rock she was balanced on, making her cry out with shock as she landed face first in the water. Tom laughed as the tigress climbed out quickly, the lily pad draped over her shoulder.
"I did warn you!" he laughed, as the tigress shook herself off. He beckoned and the girl came over to him, letting him lift the lily pad off of her and brush droplets of water from her soaked blonde hair. He didn't even have a name for her, this girl who had kept him warm at night and looked after him by day. She had followed him from the clearing in which they first met without hesitation, and nothing he could do would shoo her away, so he had let her come along. He hadn't anticipated getting attached to her so strongly, thinking at the time that at the very least it would be interesting when they got back to his base camp, trying to explain how a half-girl half-tiger had just appeared out of the jungle to attack him and his squadmates.
Oxley. Hinds. Hope you guys are alright, wherever you are.
Tom feared not only for the safety of his own squad, but the others who had been in the scouting party too. Word of the ambush might not have made it back to base, and more men could have been fighting and dying for a lost cause because he had screwed up: the scouting teams were his responsibility, his to train, his to command. The sooner he got back to base the better, but unfortunately the battle and being lost in the jungle had both taken their toll on the weary soldier, so he leaned against a nearby tree and closed his eyes for a minute, hoping to gather some energy for the last push home.
Tom was interrupted by a quiet purr and a soft nuzzling of his hand. He opened his eyes to gaze upon the tigress, who started licking the wounds on his chest again. She had done this each time they had stopped, and to his amazement Tom had felt his wounds healing much faster than normal, and the pain was certainly duller than what a deep gash would normally feel like. With no real explanation for what she even was or why she was so sexually driven, he assumed her regenerative powers had something to do with the rough, vicious treatment he had received when she first claimed him as her own. Nothing she had done since then had been even close to the same level of violent or dangerous, although she was still very much an animal.
Tom continued watching as the girl licked each of his wounds, before coming face to face with him and staring into his eyes. He stared back, marvelling at this human girl with a gorgeous face, soft pink lips and orange cat ears poking through her blonde hair. Apart from the orange that started up on the back of her neck she was perfectly human from this view, and Tom was struck with an overwhelming urge to kiss her. Not knowing how a girl with razor sharp teeth might react to such an action he elected to very slowly lean in and plant a small kiss on her cheek, feeling her smooth warm skin on his lips. The girl didn't react at first, tilting her head to one side and giving him that same strange stare, but eventually she gave the three deep gashes on his cheek a lick and smiled at him happily.
Tom smiled back and something in the girl's eyes changed. She moved down his body again and gently nuzzled his crotch with her nose, looking back up at him hungrily. With a delicate nibble she took the front of his pants in her teeth and pulled, sliding them down to reveal his cock. Tom watched as the girl placed one arm on either side of his hips and leant down, giving him soft, gentle licks. It didn't take much before his shaft began to lengthen, making the girl lick him faster and more insistently.
