Although I normally write stories that would end up in the masturbation section I've been trying to branch out. This was inspired by a friend of mine who likes to bite just as much I do. We both like white tigers and have this wonderful problem called an Oral Fixation. I hope you enjoy reading this as much I had writing it.
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She prowled the night. She could feel the moon light on her; like silver webs across her fur. The leaves on the branches of the trees brushed her. The fragrance of the night, with all its smells, tingled her nose.
The dirt, grass and other flooring crunching beneath her paws, sending their smells up to mix with the night. Her movement silent, no sounds of her passing could be heard in the trees, but she heard the flight of the hawk above her, the rabbit as it scurried away from her path. Insects chirped, their sounds echoing, bouncing off the tree trunks and bushes.
She tensed as she neared the lake. She was still some distance away, but she could already hear the water moving against the shore. She could smell it, the clean, clear edge that mingled with the smell of the trees. The sound of a splash is what startled her. The empty sound of no prey near by confused her. There should be prey here at the water's edge.
Nearing the lake, she made out a shape in the darkness. She was downwind, lifting her nose to the air she looked for a sent. It was a tiger. A male. She cocked her head to the side and watched as he lapped at the water. He was strong, even from here she could see the strength in his movements.
Crouching behind a tree she willed herself to change. Her body smoothly moving from the form of a tiger to that of a human. No pain, no sound, no mess, just sliding forms. She peeked around the tree. She watched as he slapped the water's edge playfully with his big paw. She smiled at the confirmation. It was a fellow changeling. A human in tiger form.
Stepping out from behind the tree, she silently approached the male. His head popped up to look at her when she was about twenty feet away. She watched as his blue eyes looked over her nude human form. From the top of her head with her deep brown hair, so dark it's almost as black as her stripes in tiger form, down her short torso, and along her long limbs, back up to the junction between her legs.
She stepped forward, her hand out in front of her. As she neared, his growl rumbled from his chest. Her muscles quickened. Her body reacted, not in fear but in excitement. When she was close enough, he could smell her. The slight widening of his eyes as the truth came to him made her smile. He knows, she doesn't smell of human, he smells a tigress.
The edges of his form blurred as she watched him shift. His large tiger form sliding into that of a well shaped human male. He stood taller then her only by a couple of inches. His black shaggy hair falling over his blue eyes. She growled softly as she neared him, her fingertips running from nipple to shoulder.
The blue in his eyes seem to darken as he smelled her arousal. He licked his lips looking down into her brown eyes. She licked her own, watching the path her fingers made over his skin.
He growled in response, grabbing her by her hips and pulling her close. She looked up and purred as she pulled away. She looked him up and down. He pulled her back and kissed her deeply. Tasting her. Running his tongue along her lips and teeth, feeling her canines. His arousal slowly sliding up her thigh to her stomach. She growled and sank her teeth into his neck, a gently deep bite that expressed her interest.
His hands pushed her to lie down as he moved over her body. Licking down her torso, biting her breasts, skimming her nipples with his teeth. She gasped and arched her body off the ground at the feel of the sharp points. His mouth moved lower over her warm skin, leaving a path of licks and hard nips. Fingers dug into her thighs, nails biting into the skin, as his tongue slid down and back up the inside of her thigh.
