A King's Legacy
Chapter 26: Runt
Aster and Oust hit the ground with a soundless thud, the tiger catching the brunt of the fall with his free arm. He pushed off with the force, cradling the human closely as they rolled into the impact, Aster coming to rest just on top of the tiger by the maneuver. Oust still had his right arm tightly around the runt, reaching his hand up a little to firmly grip his shoulder as he practically held the boy captive, both still consuming the other's kiss hungrily. Aster forced a gasp from the beast as he bit onto his lip, and thrust his hand behind himself, snatching a hold of the tiger's tool through the thin fabric covering it. The way Oust's strong hand clutched needily in response brought a near malicious rush to the boy. There was just something so terrifyingly frightening about being held by Oust... Knowing that if he wasn't careful, the tiger could kill him... Frightening... But enthralling all the same.
Aster rubbed his other hand lustfully over the tiger's sides, marveling at the rigid tightness of the muscles there. Oust's fur was on the shorter side of average for most beasts, and that meant the human could feel every ridge along the corded frame, the power behind the well trained build. The human gasped a bit as the tiger quickly darted his tongue lightly against his own. Aster knew from his adoptive family that big cats had smaller spikes on their tongues, but he wasn't prepared for the way it pulled against him as it darted over his flesh. It was as if even that part of Oust was also seeking to drag him closer.
Aster broke away at last, gazing down at Oust with a bit of a glare as he clenched his hand tighter around the beast's girth, making the inexperienced cat squirm just the slightest by the motion. The human spoke in a voice Oust never would've imagined he even had in him. It was aggressive, it was commanding, and it demanded honesty in a way Oust couldn't win against. The beast reveled beneath both the tone, and the forceful touch.
"Tell me what you need from me." The boy's eyebrows were furrowed just the slightest as he sharply peered into those begging, red eyes, an almost mocking smirk on his face. Oust shuddered at such unexpected treatment, his thoughts running more wild than the human was. He answered a bit too honestly, his own voice quieter than usual.
"I... I need it to feel good this time." Aster was taken aback by such an answer, his grip loosening just a bit as his expression softened. He spoke to Oust sincerely, quelling his own, more carnal desires to really hear what the beast had to say. Aster shifted the hand roaming over Oust's frame up to cradle the beast's face tenderly as he did so.
"Oh? So I'm not your first? I thought..." Aster stopped himself as the tiger looked away for a moment, but Oust steeled himself replying anyway.
"You were the first to ever kiss me... You are the first to ever touch me like... Like that... That's grabbed me there." Oust nodded at Aster's hand on his crotch in embarrassment before he continued, looking back into the runt's eyes as he confessed what he believed to be something rather pathetic. "But no... You aren't my first... You are the first time I've wanted this though, so please, Aster... Please... Just make it feel good this time... I know it's supposed to feel good..." Aster brought his lips back to Oust's muzzle quickly, knowing he had to hurry and distract himself before he started crying all over again on the tiger's behalf. The human was finally starting to understand what kind of monstrous father Reiner Candori truly was. He whispered down to the beast compassionately as he broke the kiss, bringing his face next to the side of Oust's own.
"Do you wish this was your first time?" Oust sucked in the smallest breath before he whispered his reply a bit weakly, his shaky voice barely a squeak.
"Yes..." Aster nuzzled his face into the tiger's cheek, pulling the beast's bigger head closer against his own with his gentle hand on the other side. This was a sign of affection for felines, one Aster had been shown by Cortist since his childhood. He responded as if it were a fact, his voice laced with that optimism the beast so heavily relied upon through these recent days of remembrance and revelations.
"Then I'm so happy I get to be your first, Oust... Because something tells me you've never actually made love before... So this IS your first time. Do you hear me? This is the first one that counts..." Aster sat up, pulling away from the tiger for the first time since their tumble off of the boulder. He smiled down at the beast, finally seeing Oust the way he really was... Unsure of himself... Afraid of always being a failure, of being too weak... Unworthy of such affection and love... Scared of letting anything close to him... Oust was truly convinced that if he ever stopped beating himself up, even for a single second, the rest of the world would come and do it for him. Aster ended his statement with a softer approach this time.
"And by the gods Oust, your first time is going to feel better than you've ever imagined possible. We're going to make sure of it... Do you want me to take the submissive role? Or do you wa-" Oust quickly interrupted in panic as he stumbled over his words.
"No!.. No, I... Nothing back there... Alright?" Aster nodded, gazing down at the trembling tiger beneath him. It was like there was this entire other side to Oust the boy had finally revealed. It was something that had been skirted away to safety long ago. A precious, hidden treasure buried behind layer after layer of defenses in hopes that it too, wouldn't be taken from him. Aster finally realized something about Oust in that moment, something very few would ever even believe about the menacing tiger... Oust truly was soft at his core.
Aster moved himself lower down the larger frame, dipping his head forward as he did so. He placed a hand on either side of Oust's hips, and nuzzled his face into the incredibly soft and white fur that coated the tiger's abdomen, laughing the slightest bit at the way it tickled his nose. Aster could see the tenting bulge inside of the beast's pants just below him, but was far too entranced taking deliberately deep breaths of the tiger's scent to tend to that quite yet.
Where Stahl had a scent that reminded Aster more of an onion, Oust strangely enough smelled the slightest amount like garlic. It was bitter and heady, but sharp and thick at the same time. It was encompassing above all else. He whispered to the feline in an enamored tone, placing soft kisses on the even softer fur as he spoke.
"You have a good scent... I liked it before, but it's way more stout here... It's a commanding scent, Oust." The tiger forced a nervous chuckle at the flattery, replying in attempt to calm himself.
"I'm glad you like my scent. Maybe you really are a canine after all..." Aster scoffed a bit at the remark before he turned his gaze back up, staring back at the tiger from his position. Oust was still just so terrified... He was doing his best not to be, but he just was. Oust was desperately seeking some possible way to just let himself be himself, to be able to relax in that moment. A truly devious solution to that problem crossed the boy's mind as a foreboding smirk found itself forming over his face. He answered the beast playfully.
"Maybe so... But I was raised by felines all the same... Do you want to know what I learned about living with cats? I discovered their greatest weakness you know... And I don't think any of the other beasts have really figured it out yet..." Oust stared back down at the scheming human cautiously... Something in his instincts was screaming at him to run while he still could. Aster slowly brought his hands up the beast's sides, inching closer up the tiger as he hugged his frame. Finally, the runt whispered his secret so quietly, that even Oust had to strain to hear it.
"Every fucking one of you are ticklish." The tiger's eyes went wide with realization, but he was already far too late to save himself... Aster was already digging his wriggling digits into the muscles over the beast's ribs on one side, and into his stomach on the other. The tiger squirmed and tensed, twisting and flailing vainly to escape, but the nimble human had a pretty decent hold already, and he only leaned closer into that embrace, sealing the captive tiger's fate.
Aster was beaming in delight as he felt the loudest, and heartiest laughter Oust had let out in years barrel into him from the beast's rumbling chest. The human's laughter joined with the burly cat's own as Oust struggled to recover from the surprise attack. He finally found purchase on the assaulting runt's evasive wrists, pulled him up to be face to face with him, and rolled atop of him, both still laughing as Oust pinned him beneath his form in one swift move. After he quickly flipped their positions, Oust looked down at the boy with the softest eyes and expression Aster had ever seen him bear. Aster smiled back up at him as the beast spoke down playfully to the boy, still catching his breath between lingering bits of laughter as he did so.
"That wasn't fair." Aster was wearing that stupid grin of his, the one the tiger had become so reluctantly attached to as of late.
"Oh, no. It definitely isn't fair... But it is a great secret weapon... And it worked... THIS is the Oust I wanted to see... I'm glad you're letting him out finally." The beast's smile never faded as he replied in kind.
"I'm learning to..." Oust gazed down at the runt, and the boy gazed back at him. Oust was finally ready, his peace restored, and his worry soothed by the devious, (but effective,) tactic. Without another word, and without ever taking his own eyes away from those scarlet ones finally free of doubt, Aster pulled a single arm loose, reached down slowly, and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Oust rested his weight on the arm still pinning the boy's own above his head, and used his freed one to remove the human's clothes the rest of the way. Aster brought his hand to the tiger's waistband after, doing the same thing for Oust. The beast reached down blindly as he shed his own remaining attire, leaving both completely nude and exposed. Neither were feeling self conscious about their bodies in that moment, only adding to the magic of whatever exactly this was between the pair. They were still just staring into one another's eyes, letting the anticipation build on instinct alone. At last, moving in near unison, they both chanced actually looking down between them, neither disappointed by the other's reveal.
Oust was staring in delighted wonder at the boy's piece, entranced by how soft the flesh surrounding the tool appeared. It was certainly a stark contrast to his own, the same member that Aster was affixed on with both determination, and fascination. Oust was roughly the same length as Stahl, not counting the wolf's knot, but where Stahl's tool had a more round appearance that was thickest near the center, Oust had a spear of pink flesh jutting through his sheath proudly. The tip was narrowed, pointed just the slightest where the slit was. Just behind the tip, however, giving the appearance of a head to the shaft, were several barbs. These barbs were pointed backwards, gliding smoothly against the steadily increasing girth as the boy's eyes passed down the length. Near the base, Oust's shaft was even a little thicker than the wolf's was. (Still not factoring in the knot mind you.) Oust swallowed audibly as the human reached down to grab a hold of his aching weapon.
The beast let out the most pleasurable moan imaginable as he closed his eyes, and reveled into the softer touch, shuddering powerfully. Aster felt his own tool twitch in response to the needy beast, enthralled by the tiger's beckoning. Oust really did need this release, this point further emphasized by the larger tiger bucking into the hand weakly. Aster chuckled contently as he began gliding his grasp over the slick shaft, enjoying the warm, pulsing feeling of the tool between his fingers. The boy moved his hand back to the tip with a squeezing tug, and the beast shuddered once more, a small spurt of pre coating the boy's grip.
Aster took a moment to circle his thumb over a few of the barbs along the head, getting a better feel for the beast's anatomy. The tiger tensed and twitched above him as the boy squeezed and thumbed at his sensitive bits in explorative fascination. They were firm, but pliable to an extent, reminding Aster of the cartilage at the end of his own nose in a sense. The pink flesh covering the barbs gave the spikes a nubby, duller feel as they were rolled around between his fingers.
Oust involuntarily shot another spurt as he huffed out something between a growl, and a whine. This desperate plea brought about a sense of accomplishment for the human. The boy finally released the moaning beast, his hand well coated by the musky, natural lubrication of the tiger as he pulled it away. Aster brought his hand up to cup his nose and mouth, eyeing the beast with pure lust and bliss as he willfully inhaled a heavy dose of the scent right from the source, igniting both his passion, and his senses with an encompassing fire. The musky and pungent smell commanded the boy's attention, finding his mindset shifting even more as his desire for the beast flared to new heights, further fueled by the need to finally free this trapped animal from his chains.
Aster brought his hand back between them, and pulled his other one free from the beast as well, bringing it up to the tiger's side, coaxing him to lay closer on him. Oust accepted the guidance, and soon found his tool resting against the runt's own, their hips near grinding against each other. The beast sucked in another gasp as his breath was stolen from him when the human wrapped his hands around the pair of the members this time, squeezing them against one another. Oust started rocking his body out of sheer instinct, jabbing a bit awkwardly at first in his inexperience. Even so, both warriors were moaning in unison as they felt the other rut and grind against them.
Aster was entrapped by the way the beast's girth was gliding over his own, his foreskin being dragged down, and out of the way by the backstroke of the barbs tugging against it. Aster let out a cry of pleasure he couldn't have suppressed if he had wanted to as those barbs passed back over the ridge of his exposed head. Oust thrust just a bit harder the next pass, the ecstatic yelp motivating him further. This had felt amazing to Oust, so he was glad the runt was feeling just as good also. The burly tiger moved his free hand down to join the human's own, wrapping it around the boy's smaller, heavily coated fist, their fingers intertwining into each other at the ends as Oust squeezed their lengths more firmly than before, still rocking into the pleasure.
Aster's fingertips lightly grazed over the beast's knuckles, making note of the thick callouses covering the back of the tiger's hands. Where Aster and Stahl had callouses on their palms, from years of training with weapons, Oust only had them on the backs of his hands from years of punching things, leaving his palms softer, and velvety against their grinding frottage. After a few more minutes of this, Oust's breathing was getting shorter, his eyes were closed in concentration, and his maw was clamped shut, forming into the beginnings of a snarl. Aster knew he wouldn't last much longer, and so with a motion that brought Oust back from the edge of his impending climax, the boy pulled his hand free, glimmering with both his own precum, and, more so, Oust's.
He leaned forward just a bit, and Oust pulled off of the boy some to allow him the access he was seeking. Aster brought his musky hand back to his mouth, extended his tongue, and sampled the beast's flavor, finally sating his curiosity with the action. His tongue almost recoiled from the overpowering bitterness, but there was something else there... Something spicy and sharp that had the runt licking as much of the slick substance as he could from his digits, invigorating the tiger in an all new way as he watched the human feast on his musk, essence, and flavor. After Aster was satisfied with his sample, the boy dropped his hand lower than before, sitting up a bit more so he could reach his own entrance. He whispered to the beast in overwhelming ecstasy.
"By the gods... Oust... It's so strong... Your flavor is incredible... It's wild... It's powerful... It's just so... Masculine." Aster was blushing in heat for giving such praise, but Oust was reveling in such apparent and boldly professed delight. He was watching the boy carefully, eying that slick hand as it reached ever lower, finally coming to rest just at the runt's opening. Aster gasped softly as he pressed his own spit into himself, preparing his tunnel for the impending penetration. After a short moment, and a quick check to ensure everything was fine back there, the human grabbed a hold of the beast's excitement once again, milking more of the heavy pre from the tip, and applying this to his entrance as well. He repeated this action a few times, making sure he was well lubed, and stretched. Finally, he leaned back, and spread his legs some for the tiger, smiling tenderly up at the beast gazing back down at him as the boy affectionately spoke.
"Alright... I'm ready. How do you want me?" Oust glanced away in uncertainty, but a coaxing touch to his face gave the beast the courage he needed to make his request.
"Would you... Would you present for me?" Oust's ears splayed apart the smallest amount as he muttered out the words, the blush almost visible beneath his white fur. Aster never faltered though, rubbing his hand softly against the fuzzy cheek in reassurance.
"I don't mind at all, Oust. Let me up." The tiger moved off the boy after a short smile of appreciation in return. Aster leaned up, and brought himself to his feet. He took a step over to the boulder nearby, and got back on his knees. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the rock with his arms, presenting for the beast just as requested. He looked back over his shoulder to see Oust feasting upon the sight before him. Seeing it in real life was already almost more than the beast could even bear through his excitement. Aster chuckled quietly as he playfully tossed back his question at the evident admiration and awe.
"Like what you see?" Oust could only manage a nod at first, his mind racing to find the words to answer, embarrassing himself once again by what he couldn't help but reveal to the runt.
"Yes... I... I dreamt I could have you like this once... That night... After you gave me my first kiss..." An untamable smile forced itself upon the boy's face at such an adorable confession, leaving him feeling rather honored by the admission. Aster was smirking contently as he replied.
"I am glad to hear I'm to your tastes... Now come here, Oust, you've made me curious now... I want to know if I feel better in your dreams, or in the real world." Oust swallowed his fleeting worry, steadied by the coaxing invitation. He stood, moving up behind the kneeling human. The tiger lowered himself to his knees as well, inching closer up to the boy carefully. It took some adjusting for their size difference, but Oust managed to get his tool lined up with the boy, resting along the crease of the runt's ass in anticipation. Oust had his legs on the outside of Aster's own, his knees spread further than the boy's were to accommodate the sixteen inches of varying height between them. The bulky tiger's larger hands rested on either side of the human's hips. Oust made a few test passes over the puckered ring, further coating it with his viscous precum. As he drew back to where only the tip was poised at the entrance, the beast asked one final time, just to be certain.
"Are you ready, Runt?" Aster was smiling that stupid smile of his, his eyes filled with the desire to get this beast off. That look made the tiger tremble with anticipation. The boy only gave him a wink, and a short nod in answer. Oust took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed himself forward, finally feeling the runt's ring press against on his tip. An insuppressible gasp in shock soon shot from the tiger's maw as the head forced its way inside of the burning tunnel. Aster was enthralled by such a delightful sound, but that enthusiasm was short lived, as Oust's inexperience and instincts got the better of the beast.
Oust jutted forward raggedly, loosing himself in both the overwhelming pleasure, and the intense heat the entrance greeted him with. Aster's eyes bulged and his arms trembled as his body screamed out in protest at the rough invasion. Oust had sank over half of his length into the boy in one jarring thrust.
"AHHHH! F-FUCK!" Oust panicked at the outcry, unintentionally pulling himself back a few inches. Aster clenched vainly at the unexpected retreat, gritting his teeth tightly as he hissed out in pain. The boy had severely underestimated what those barbs were going to do to him.
They were almost unnoticeable going in, laying flat against the rest of the pink, glistening flesh... But coming out was an entirely different story, it was like Oust was trying to tear his guts out from the inside. As the beast withdrew his weapon, the barbs dug themselves into the boy's walls, each one dragging against his flesh as they fanned out and stretched him open even further than before, their paths gouging out grooves of pain and overstimulation inside the walls of the poor, unsuspecting human. Aster could only tremble at the sensation of the beast's backstroke, gripping the boulder tightly as any thoughts of coherent speech were stripped away by those dangerous barbs. He dared a glance back to shout his protest, but a single look at Oust was all he needed to stifle his outburst any further. The beast was staring back at him with a petrified look of fear and worry, already blurting out his apology.
"I'M SORRY! I-"
"OUST!" The human had silenced the panicking tiger immediately with the firm tone, cutting him off mid sentence. Oust waited in worry for the reprehension to come. Aster stared into those scared, scarlet eyes, knowing that the beast needed this. Aster could deal with the rest... He would stifle his discomfort for the sake of Oust's pleasure, because that's what Oust needed from him in that moment. The boy never was one to run away from a challenge for fear of a little pain. He spoke in that commanding tone of his once more... It truly was an irrefutable order from a king himself.
"Shut up, and fuck me. Don't you dare stop again unless I tell you to. Do you hear me?" The tiger's ears fell flat against his head, his eyes went wide, and his member shot another heavy spurt of precum into the boy's walls in response to the vulgar command. In truth, Oust almost climaxed right then and there. He nodded to the human as he gulped, never daring to look away from that gaze staring back at him as both his heart, and his tool threatened to explode at any minute. Aster narrowed his eyes, and repeated his question, pressing himself back on the tiger's length some as he did so, making the beast moan once again.
"I said, do you hear me, Oust?" The beast realized he needed to answer verbally this time, an erotic, and encaptivating mindset overtaking him as the human ordered him around that way. Like many beasts, Oust had been raised on the notion of the submissive, and the dominant. What he, and many others never realized, is that while those were certainly traits one may possess, it actually had nothing to do with who penetrated whom. Oust enjoyed taking orders, he just didn't want to be touched back there... He was finally starting to realize he could have both from this boy. The beast scrambled to answer in enthusiasm for his more familiar role.
"YES SIR!" Aster smirked, masking his own worry behind his recent boldness. The human nodded to the beast, turned back forward where his face was hidden from view, and gave his order again.
"Good. Now, as I said... Shut up and Fu-" The rest of the word never made it out of his mouth. Oust slammed himself forward powerfully, sinking his near entire length into the human with a breaking swipe of his hips. Aster choked down his stifled scream, and clenched his jaw, toes, and hands tightly, ever determined to just take what the beast needed to give him... By the gods though, as the beast withdrew some, Aster couldn't help but whimper just a little. That backstroke was still one of the most excruciating pains the human had ever known, the barbs leaving his guts burning with every pass.
All the while, Oust fucked on frantically, just as he was commanded to, barely keeping a loose rhythm as he was absolutely consumed by the passions and needs of his flesh. Just a few deep strokes later, and the beast bottomed out with a particularly heavy rut into the entrance. The beast's hands clenched tightly at the boy's hips, and he released a straining groan as he buried himself fully within those walls, holding himself there as he teetered over the edge, completely encased in the feverish flesh.
"Don't you dare finish... Not yet..." Oust sucked in a short breath at the interruption, cracking open his dazed eyes partway as he looked down at the boy. The human was staring back at him seductively. His face was flushed from the rush of blood and heat the beast had brought onto him, but more so than that, was the unmistakable glint of pleasure silently begging the beast to continue.
Somewhere along the way, as the tiger was gouging out his insides, Aster realized something. The pain that came from those barbs had all but vanished, the backstrokes leaving only a sensation the human would liken to lightning in their wake now. Where they greatly overstimulated him before, forcing far too many sparking passions on him all at once, they now brought him a new feeling. The maddening type of true, undeniable, "I will fucking beg for it if I have to," pleasure the boy had ever known. His heart felt weak with every passing thrust of those invading spikes. Part of Aster didn't want Oust to finish because he wanted the beast to really enjoy this as much as he needed to, to drag it out a little longer... But the other part just couldn't bear the thought of the tiger stopping right as he started falling in love with that part of the beast as well.
It seemed everything about Oust started out as sharp, painful, and rough, but always ended up being something the boy never knew he wanted so badly in his entire life. But right then, it was very clear to both of the young warriors. Aster needed this just as much as Oust did now. The beast's eyes took on a playful glint, some switch inside of himself flipping at the sight of such need to be fucked even longer, and even harder by him.
Oust moved his right arm up to grasp partially on the boy's shoulder, and partially over the back of his neck, squeezing Aster's ass even tighter with his left hand all the while. The beast pulled the runt off the boulder he was bracing against, and turned him easily with his weight, pushing him back to all fours. Oust adjusted himself, moving off of his knees as his placed his paws to the earth on either side of the runt's legs, bending his knees some. The heavy beast leaned forward on his right arm, and pushed Aster's front half down firmly with his grip, all the way to the ground... Just like the way he had fantasized doing... Just the way he had pleasured himself to the thought of doing.
Aster was completely exposed, and at the beast's mercy here. His ass was thrust into the air with a nice, fat, tiger dick still firmly lodged inside of it. The weight of the beast alone forcing his face into the leaves below, and curving his back into an arch. The tiger had even better access to him now, and with a hilting downward strike, he fucked himself deeper than before, striking the prostate perfectly with the full brunt of his muscular mass at that angle. His spear point slammed mercilessly into the runt as the beast quickly found a twisted and sadistic grin cross his muzzle. The way his balls collided against that ass as he completed his strike enthralled him in the best of ways.
Aster's eyes fluttered along with his stomach and he shrieked out a cry, (Whether in pleasure or pain, he was not certain,) but it was music to the beast's ears all the same. Aster quickly pushed himself up just a little on his forearms in protest, but Oust forced him back down immediately, showing no plans for reprieve here. Aster shifted his mystified, pleading gaze to meet the beast's own, but was met with another wicked, and intentional thrust, the goal to hilt him, hurt him, and dominate him completely. Oust looked the runt directly in the eyes, smirked down at him, and spoke in his own commanding tone, further flipping it all back on the boy.
"Shut up and take it." Oust had shifted, Oust was fucking out all the bullshit buried deep inside of himself at last. Oust was following his king's order with eager dedication. Oust was fucking Aster like a true animal in that moment, and the boy half wondered if the beast was going to fuck him straight to death at that rate. Part of him hoped he would, if he was being honest.
Oust didn't let up for a second, clenching tighter and tighter with his powerful fists as he hammered stroke after stroke into the impossibly tight, hot, and wet body of the squirming and mewling runt beneath him. Every single cry and yelp he fucked forth from those soft, pink lips only encouraged him, edging him closer and closer to the most maddening sense of power Oust had ever felt. He was reveling at the way the boy was trembling beneath his might. All those years of training his body seemed to find purpose at last for the tiger... It was so he could fuck this runt until he cried more of those big, beautiful tears for him, simple as that. Oust's fists clenched even tighter as the wicked thought made him shudder in shameful and lusty bliss.
Aster was lost in his own vulgar thoughts, degrading himself in the best of ways as he was fucked roughly into the dirt. The boy was no more than a dazed, sweaty, sack of meat for the beast. He was just something to be fucked. Something for these beastmen to rut inside of however hard they wanted to. He was a fleshy toy, just a plaything to sate their hunger. He was there only to bring them pleasure, to take however much they wanted to give him, just like the obedient little breeding bitch he really was... He was happy to be given such a role.
The tiger's grip squeezed at his hip roughly, making the boy squirm in discomfort. Oust's other hand clasped tightly around the human's shoulder, pulling the runt back into the brutal swipes as he leaned into his strikes more and more, tensing as he prepared to unload inside of the sloppy passage. Aster moaned out in a half cry, knowing the beast was close. He felt the beast's muscles and sack both draw up more and more as another presence became noticeable on his flesh.
Oust's four sharp claws were poking lightly into the skin on Aster's shoulder, gripping the boy in what just seemed like the natural and instinctual way for the tiger to grip a mate before breeding them. Oust never took into account that the boy didn't have fur.
Oust furrowed his eyebrows as he clenched his jaw, bearing a menacing snarl to the onlooking runt below him. His ears fluttered, his claws dug deeper for purchase, and the lowest, deep rumble started echoing out of his chest as the beast began growling in both concentration, and the overwhelming sense of releasing his frustration at long last. Just before the tip of Oust's member started twitching in preparation to fire... Just as the low growl erupted into a deafening roar of dominating release... The beast dug his claws in just a little further, piercing the skin at last, unintentionally dragging those claws back nearly two inches over the shoulder as he drew the boy on to his length for the final, hilting thrust. He held Aster tightly on his weapon as he exploded inside of him, the beast releasing shot after shot of discharge, never even hearing the cry of pain beneath him.
Aster was almost scared when the beast drew his blood... But there was something erotic about Oust losing control like that. There was something that felt right about that slash. There was something deep inside of the boy that couldn't help but love even that rough show of love... Something that made the boy's guts clench painfully over the buried tiger dick filling him with the heavy load. He quivered pathetically into his own orgasm pinned below the beast, firing into the dirt in a grunt mixed with both pain, and pleasure.
Oust wasn't moving, his eyes closed tightly as he chased every bit of that sweet high he could, filling the runt with his pent up load. His jaw was hanging open loosely, the beast panting and huffing to catch the breath the boy had stolen from him. He sighed out loudly, and relaxed into the human a little, letting his shoulders drop as he unclenched them at last. Only then did Oust realize the claws on his right hand were extended...
With a jolting gasp, and his eyes going wide at last in terrible realization, Oust stared down at the human with a sense of both horror, and unfiltered fright. He withdrew his hand in a hurry, coaxing another small gasp from the boy as he did so. Oust took a passing glance at his hand, and broke out into a cold sweat as he saw the stark, red blood on his white finger tips. His eyes met with Aster's, and all time slowed to a halt for the beast as he rushed to assess how badly he had messed up. He was terrified that he had hurt the first actual person he had ever dared consider a friend. The tiger started panicking as he spoke.
"Aster... I... Did I-" Aster scoffed just a bit, cutting the tiger off by the action. He looked the beast straight in the eyes from the well abused position beneath him, and smiled as he answered.
"Don't worry, I checked while you were still, uhh... Finishing back there... It isn't very deep. I'll admit, I was almost a little worried myself at first..." Oust shuddered in relief, a less urgent, but still heavy guilt quickly overtaking him. He moved his burly hands to the boy's side, and pulled him to a position on all fours. Oust shifted his arms again, leaning in closer as he pulled him back by the chest, adjusting until the tiger was sitting cross-legged beneath the human, cradling him delicately in his lap as his cock remained sheathed inside of him. The tiger gently moved a hand to the boy's head, tilting it to reveal the wound and to rest it on his own shoulder before he began examining the slashes.
They really weren't as deep as the beast had feared... They were only barely bleeding, and while Oust was thankful for that, a deep feeling of remorse started to overtake the tiger. Oust shifted his head forward, brought it to the wounded shoulder, and lightly passed the tip of his tongue over the first shallow cut, dressing the injury he had inflicted. Aster winced a bit at first, but relaxed into the motion when he realized what Oust was doing. Once again, Aster found his mind thinking of his missing brother Cortist.
The night Talan had inflicted a similar wound on the human's face, Aster had retreated from everyone, locking himself away in his room, refusing to let Javis treat the injury... Not until Talan apologized to him... Something that never came for the wounded boy... Cortist actually used a spell to blow the door clean off it's hinges that night to reach the human. The boys sat and talked for hours after, leaning on one another as they coped with what had happened... After refusing to yield on the treatment, Cortist finally just changed approach.
Cortist Venatus held his baby brother closely in his lap that night, and tenderly licked his wounds in more than one sense, ensuring the scars were cleaned, and would at least remain free from infection. It was just a cat thing, that's all. Aster always felt a bit weirded out by it in some ways, but the feelings and meaning behind it were true, and good ones in the end. The boy raised by cats understood this apology of aftercare, and could only smile at how far the tiger had come. He spoke in a satisfied, but teasing tone.
"See... Told you... You are nice, Oust." The beast licked a bit too hard with the rough tongue on purpose, making Aster flinch as he chuckled at the beast's reaction anyway. Oust answered the human with a slightly sad tone.
"I don't know if you would call this nice... I'm sorry that I hurt you..." Aster shushed him, nuzzling into the bigger tiger affectionately.
"Don't worry, I could've stopped you at any time if I wanted you to stop. I enjoyed it, Oust. It was... Fuck, it was a lot if I'm being completely honest... I'm not sure I even have any guts left after all of that... But... I loved seeing so many new parts of you, to experience YOU Oust... And while the sex was pretty intense, it was still amazing for me... It felt good, Oust. Tell me, did it feel good for you this time? Was it better than you dreamed it would be?" Oust finished dressing the wound, and shifted, moving his larger head to the boy's other shoulder, leaning down just a bit to rest it upon him as he answered.
"It felt better than I ever imagined it could... But it was kind of scary too in a way... For a moment there... For just the slightest moment... I almost didn't hold myself back... I'm not trying to belittle you by saying this or anything... But I think it would've killed you if I would've let myself go entirely..." Aster nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I'm not foolish enough to not understand that. You could tear me clean into with your bare hands if you really wanted to... But that isn't you Oust. I trusted you, and you didn't make me regret trusting you at all. I'm still thankful for this... I just hope you feel better now?" Oust took in a very long, very concentrated breath in thought, held it for an extended pause, and exhaled slowly before answering.
"I feel lighter somehow. I think... I think I can finally see what happened to me for what it was. How wrong it all was... None of it was ever actually my fault. I get that now... I think I can look back of all that bad stuff with acceptance that while it happened, and while it hurt, that it doesn't dictate what I can't do going forward... What I can't feel going forward... I can finally let myself process it... I know that it probably doesn't make any sense..." Aster simply turned to face the beast, moved his hand to pull the tiger's head closer, and pressed his lips softly to his cheek. He pulled off, and let out a long sigh before he spoke.
"It makes enough sense, Oust. I'm just glad I could help you some... But I think I'm going to go get that bath now." Aster took a deep breath, and pulled forward, the deflating tool finally pulling free from him with a gush of cum right behind it. Oust had bred the boy well, and the tiger simply marveled at the sight of such a well fucked ass dripping with the thick, hefty deposit he had buried deep inside of those velvety guts. The beast could only smile as he followed Aster into the water, joining him in cleaning up their mess.
Oust would follow that runt anywhere now. He would follow that king, and he could finally do it with a smile.
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Whelp. I have never had so many trashed drafts in my life. This is attempt #7... 1-6 were between 800-3,100 words each, every one scrapped because I just didn't feel like it was what Oust really needed. It needed to be raw, and touching. Gentle and intimate. Sharp, and intimidating. Angsty, and passionate...
Above all else, it needed to be something that could heal, and reassure that big ol soft and loveable cinnamon bun of ours. I am ok with what the final product was here. Oust can finally grow to be more than what he was, and I've never become so attached to a single character in my entire time writing.
I fell in love with this tiger just as hopelessly as Aster had.
Next few chapters will help resolve some friction before the plot explodes again soon after. Just give me a chance to show you how I'm doing it. Hearing from y'all is the best thanks I could ask for, so if you're reading this, please consider leaving me a comment or review! Thank you so much for reading my story!
-Pup Bayou