My Tiger Lord, Ch. 2
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My eyes scanned the boards quickly, looking for some work. We'd been on the station a week and I hadn't managed to snag anything worthwhile. I finally hit on something, but it would be difficult. There was an asteroid, deep in a star's gravity well...It was dangerous, but lucrative. And the contract specified more mass than I could handle. I had a thought and set a script running through the docking roster, seeing if there was anyone that I knew was hard up enough, reliable enough, and crazy enough to go for it. My eyebrow went up when the script popped up with a ship, a name I recognized. Working quickly before someone snagged the contract, I interfaced with the station's network and fired off a message packet, only had to wait 30 seconds for the affirmative reply, then accepted the contract and unlinked from the network.
Turning without a word I began walking back towards the ship, not bothering to see if she was following. I knew she would be. Sure enough it was only moments before she had caught up, her sinewy legs giving her a long stride despite her short stature, the "thud" of her thigh-high boots keeping pace with my steps. We seemed to clear a path and turn heads through the corridors, and I knew the looks weren't just because she was dead-gorgeous, or a member of a species known to stab first and ask questions later. Though she was both of those things. Her boots stopped well above her knees, leaving only a narrow band of orange fur visible between them and the short skirt she was wearing. The skirt hugged her hips and was tucked snugly beneath her twin tails, and on the front was low enough to show the curve of her hip bones down towards her crotch. Her top was more of a belt, doing little to hide her small breasts, practically only covering the little pink nipples beneath it. The five rings through her right ear sparkled in the harsh light of the station, and her right eye was an implant, glowing a bright blue. Her biological left eye was pale and icy, piercing. A man could die from a look.
No, the reason I knew we were turning heads were the kad-ma tokens on collars around our necks. Most people would not know what the symbols on them meant, or even that the tokens themselves would typically mean one of us had legally bought the other as a slave. But even without being aware of their meanings, the matching pair and her demeanor made it obvious that I was in charge, that she was in fact following me. She stayed one step behind and kept her eyes on me, ever alert for what my next command to her might be. For those who could read our tokens, mine roughly translated to "den master," while hers was the highest insult in her language. It was the word for the runt of the litter, the one to be thrown out to starve and die.
Other than the sound of our steps, we made the brisk walk back to my ship in silence. Once there we went to the cockpit and I snapped, pointing at one of the consoles. She dutifully took her station and began running through pre-flight prep. I made all the necessary communications with the station and we disembarked, thrusting hard for deep space. Once we were finally at a point that I could lock the controls and relax, I let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in the chair.
She was quickly behind me, strong paws on my shoulders, messaging the tension out. It'd been a stressful week as funds crept towards the red while we waited on a job. Sometimes I think I should have gone corporate.... "May I speak, M'kritka?" she practically purred at me, snapping me out of my momentary reverie. I just smiled and nodded, my eyes closed as I began to relax. "I assume we have gotten a contract, then?" I nodded again. "Will it be profitable?"
I shrugged but responded, "It should be all right. Not as good as I'd like, but it's a decent price. It's for more mass than we can haul, though, so I've had to subcontract cargo space." I couldn't help but feel a lopsided smile tweak the edge of my mouth upwards. "But I think that it'll be worth it."
"Subcontract? So we're working with another miner? Who is he?"
My grin got broader as some of the memories trailed through my head. I realized I'd spaced for a moment, but she had waited patiently, not prompting again for a response. "He's, ah...An old friend. Old mining partner."
The truth was I had saved his life once, when he was young. His parents were miners, too, and they'd been set on by a couple of pirate corsairs. Lucky for all of us I'd just sheathed my own ship in thick ablative armor for a trip out through a dense nebula, so I had some serious mass and protection I wouldn't normally be working with. I was in the right place at the right time when I responded to their distress call, and rammed one of the corsairs, breaking it apart and simultaneously sending two of the pirates that were making an EVA jump off into the deeps. From my screens it looked like the target was in shit shape; I assumed no one aboard had survived when I saw a small, suited figure clinging to the hull. I made some quick maneuvers and got a laser com beam on him and walked him through how to manually force all the external hatches open. He stayed surprisingly calm as he spaced the crew that had just murdered his parents, and would have tried for him. We hauled their ship and the damaged corsair back to dock. We left the intact ship in place, as I assumed it was thoroughly trapped, awaiting the return of a crew that was now sucking void. We claimed a decent bounty on the pirates and sold the wreckage for scrap, more than covering my lost contract and repairs to the ship, now his. Including a few off-the-books weapons installs.
The boy proved to be a quick learner, on top of being nimble and physically quick. It wasn't long before he'd about caught me on his skills at the controls and he went off on his own. Every now and then I would run into him on station or we'd work a contract together. "Occasionally when we've worked together, we've...Well, we've kept each other company," I told her. I shrugged. "Asteroid mining is a lonely profession."
I saw one of her eyebrows go up and she faltered in her massaging of my shoulders, but she didn't question it or ask for clarification. I hopped up out of the chair and dramatically waved towards the hatch. "To the bedroom with you, kit. Your tiger lord needs a better massage than that!" She knew better than to roll her eyes at me, but I could tell she wanted to. Instead, she gave an exaggerated bow and then turned and walked out, her tails swishing in the most enticing way. This was going to be an interesting contract, there was no doubt about that. In fact, mining has definitely been a lot more interesting since my Kit came aboard. I never have learned her name; she insists that "kit" is sufficient.
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I awoke from sleep to the soft beep of a comm alert, instantly aware of my morning wood from hell. Reaching out to grab at the fuzzy ass I knew would be there I was surprised and exceptionally disappointed that it missing.
Where the fuck is she?
I wondered.
"Kit!" I yelled, deep voice echoing through the metal halls of my ship.
It was only a short moment before she appeared at the door, completely nude. To be fair, I had standing orders that she only dress with my permission, which suited her just fine as Kithkrans usually only dress for others' sake anyway. Despite that, I always had to take a moment to look at her each day, not always positive that this wasn't some weird dream I'd gotten stuck in. If it was a dream, it kept going, and that was just fine with me.
She stood there, her striated fur a dull orange under the lighting of ship's night, the brighter stripes practically a glowing, molten bronze. Her eyes were at first wide with concern, then softened as she smiled, as she quickly realized the reason for my shout. My gaze traveled down her elegant neck to her breasts, small, though proportional to her frame. Continuing on down her stomach to her furred mound, I licked my lips, fantasizing about the sweet taste between her legs. I twirled my finger in a circle and she obliged me, turning around and lifting her tails high. Her ass was the perfect roundness. Full, plump, and firm. I snapped my fingers; she knew what I wanted. She bent over and grabbed both cheeks, pulling them apart to show me her tailhole.
I snapped again and she turned back around, awaiting my next order. With a flick of my wrist, finger pointing down, I indicated what I wanted. She merely nodded and kneeled, her head disappearing from my view past the edge of the bed, the little fluffs on the tips of her ears the only thing visible. The lights still low, I rolled out of bed and stood up, the cool ship's air feeling refreshing on my bare skin. Three quick strides took me over to where she was kneeled, mouth open. "Oh, that's a good little kitten," I told her. Her eyes flashed with a little anger at the diminutive, but she didn't move or close her mouth. I do love a woman on her knees.
After only a moment more I stepped in front of her and grabbed her by the ears, pulling her forward with a swift motion to bury myself to the hilt in her mouth. A muffled yelp was cut short and I saw her eyes water, but she'd done this before, she knew the game. She kept her jaw wide, having learned after many a wild night that I only occasionally wanted a bit of fang.
Without skipping a beat she started to work her throat, her muscles contracting and constricting around the head of my shaft. Rolling my head back, I closed my eyes, then tightened my grip on her ears and began thrusting, using her mouth like the business end of a station whore. Her rough feline tongue scraped the bottom of my rod, but the bit of pain merely heightened the pleasure and it was not long before my body tensed and released as my orgasm washed over me, my seed filling her mouth. She swallowed it down and leaned back, wiping a couple of errant drops from her lips.
"Ahhh, good morning," I said, looking down at her. She smirked up at me and purred.
