'Hug Me'
"Hug," she said. And suddenly, a fact popped into my head because she'd declared I'd win. Tigresses prefer mates stronger than themselves.
But if I dueled Esen Taiga bare-handed, the bookies wouldn't bet on who wins—they'd wager on how many pieces I'd end up in. I broke the silence, asking cautiously,
"There are tons of people stronger than me."
"What?"
"I really suck at fighting. Just walk the streets outside, and there are plenty of guys who could beat me in a fistfight. So why—"
"You fucking telling me to go grab some random dude and fuck him? Hey!"
"No, that's not—"
No matter how I put it, I was cornered. Stunned by her clenched fist, I hurriedly ducked my head. Thankfully, she caught on late that I hadn't meant it that way. Calming down a bit, Esen nodded.
"Yeah, us Tigresses are drawn to rough, strong mates."
She turned her head to hide her face as she said it. Hard to read her expression, but her neck was flushed red.
"But you're pretty strong too."
"What?"
"Any other empty-headed Tigress might not get it. That you don't need to be a fighter to be strong. Hell, I thought the same until yesterday, so I got nothing to say."
Awkward silence fell again. Then I flinched at the scent hitting my nose. Didn't take much to figure it out. I'd been smelling it nonstop on the wyvern ride here.
Sweat. And her natural musk. But the thick, room-filling body scent was way more intense now, stagnant and potent. The dizzying aroma that fluttered on the wind had seeped deep into my nostrils, messing with my head.
Weird. The scent amplifier in my pocket was tightly capped.
I started sweating bullets.
"You know what heat cramps are? If you've raised cats, maybe."
I shook my head at Esen's words. She fidgeted, lifting her hips from her seat like something was bothering her.
"Tigresses go into heat like you know. Unfulfilled desire hurts. But for females, it's a bit different. If we don't mate..."
Her face, already flushed from the hot springs' steam, turned even redder. Esen looked away.
"It aches. Deep inside, throbbing."
"...So every time this hits, it's torture?"
At my careful question, she nodded, trying to hide her face.
"Started at eighteen. Wasn't this bad at first, but each cycle it's gotten worse. That's why I've been snapping at you for no reason, why my mission scores tanked lately, why that troll got the drop on me and I couldn't get back up. Heat cramps wrecked my condition."
"...No one else in the party knows?"
"You gonna tell 'em? Looking weak is worse than death."
They say it's harder for a beast in the pack to admit pain than endure it. Esen sighed, burying her cheek on her knee.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to take it out on you. At first, I thought you were some shady con artist."
If I had been, I'd probably be buried in the hills by now.
...And she sure as hell wouldn't have dragged me to her bed suggesting we do it.
"How do you make the pain stop? Anything I can do to help? Besides... y'know, what you suggested."
Flattering if she found me hot, but I wanted to help without jumping into bed. So I meant every method except mating.
Not mating.
But expectation lit up in Esen's eyes.
"There's only one way to quell Tigress heat."
"No way. In a world with dozens of menstrual cramp potions by ingredient alone—"
"Shut up and lend me your dick already."
The moment those crude words slipped out, my instincts had my pants off and lunging before I could think.
Screaming useless shit all the while.
Then again, Tan Bantai.
But reason demanded I stay cool.
Sexual harassment. Party dismissal. Refund 20,000 gold advance. Porter's disgrace. How you gonna pay back 100,000?
Ignoring my inner turmoil, Esen closed in.
"My empty pussy's burning and aching."
She slid off the bed, crawling to me on her knees like a cat, leaning in.
"Sometimes I just want anyone to force it in, anything to fill this throbbing emptiness."
Her breath, hot as a steaming coffee pot, tickled my ear. Through her loose shirt, pale breasts untouched by sun pressed against my chest. She leaned into me deliberately as I gasped and leaned back—this dangerous weight.
"Feels like I'm dying."
My dick was ready, but no plan in sight. As I froze like stone, mumbling, Esen glared fiercely.
"Heard virgins won't make a move unless they save your life first. You saved mine and still holding back? That virgin?"
A dagger to the heart. Furious, Esen grabbed my shoulders, shaking me as she yelled. Torment from mind and body—I was dying.
"I'm fucking saying I wanna mate with you!"
"They'll hear next door! Why yell?!"
"I say this much and you reject me? I'll be too pissed to sleep! Can't anyway 'cause of the cramps! So you doing it or not?!"
That question was my last chance to back out.
And at that moment, damn instincts gripped the wheel.
"Yeah! Doing it! You think I'd chicken out over some fuck?!"
"Perfect. Hope that resolve holds to the end."
"Ah."
Before I could react, Esen yanked my pants waistband. I clutched it, pleading with my eyes.
Wait.
She licked her lips like a cat eyeing a treat.
"Nope."
Resistance was futile. Twenty-four years of chastity—too busy for women, or living like a human condom—meant nothing to this charging predator as she ripped it away.
Esen tossed my pants aside. Wiping drool from her grinning mouth.
Mortified, I covered my face and yelled,
"Teacher! This ain't right!"
"What's not right, student?"
"...Not role-playing teacher-student! I'm complaining! Yanking pants first is too much!"
There's a sequence, right? Kissing, foreplay. I'd been caught fleeing, hadn't even showered.
But Esen looked beyond replying. Guess I wasn't the only one ignoring the smell.
Her hot Tigress breath brushed my tucked-aside dick. Only my underwear between those lips and my erection.
That thought hit, and urgent climax rushed in.
Fuck this.
Terrified of being labeled premature before even penetrating—heard displeased tigresses bite.
I tried ignoring Esen, emptying my mind. Tough feat.
She'd planted her nose right on my dick.
"Sniff. Huff. Hnng. Haa—"
"Esen?"
"Sorry. Can't stop. This scent... it's..."
Her inhales and exhales grew heavier. Mouth opening, saliva and tongue spilled out.
"Fucking intoxicating..."
Sharp teeth tugged my underwear down. Freed from elastic torment, my dick slapped her face.
Backlight from the door crack cast my dick's shadow over her flushed face.
Her breaths quickened. Eyes dazed like smitten, etching the sight—then, instinct-driven to lube the mate's cock, her tongue pressed under my glans.
I couldn't hold it—came pathetically.
"F...fuck..."
Pleasure whited out my vision. Pushing her head away? Useless.
Savoring the load on her tongue, Esen grabbed my hair-pulling hand, hips twitching.
"Heeee..."
Only then did she pull off. Ejaculation ended miserably—no insertion, not even oral.
Traces splattered messily on my stomach and her hair.
Breath steadying, she licked semen from her lips.
"Scent's sinking into my head."
Focus returning to her dazed eyes, she squinted, gauging my dick's length with her hand.
That innocent lewdness kept me hard.
"Dunno much, but this thing's huge, right?"
"...No idea. Gotta see others erect."
"Never seen any. But instinct says so. If all guys had forearm-sized dicks, 'forearm dick' wouldn't be such a hype phrase, yeah?"
Her tone held surprise. Honored review.
Curious, she sniffed the cum on my belly, stroking my abs under my shirt, tilting her head.
I almost moaned from goosebumps—stopped myself.
"Muscles decent too?"
"...Tickles. What're you doing."
Guess I'm a sucker for praise. Heart pounding wildly over nothing much.
Esen eyed my stiffer dick happily, then suddenly lifted me. Not yanking my nape like takeoff—instead, like I'd cradled her before the troll.
"You can go more, right?"
She tossed me onto the bed, crawling atop, rubbing her thigh teasingly over my dick.
A heat-crazed twenty-year-old begging for real mating.
"You can do more? Right?"
The porter rumor mill: Put a porter with female party members, and virgins vanish one by one.
Sounds insulting, but true to a point. Portering for parties is brutal. Even with Porter Aptitude slashing weight 90%, most tail caravans, not delve dungeons.
So plenty enter with bad intentions from the start. Or get twisted from combatant disdain despite shared hardship.
Grew up hearing drunk porters brag affairs as war stories. Me? Craved job respect more—found it boring.
So especially, I didn't wanna be trash eyeing party members that way.
I clutched my chest, flipping us. Esen yielded, eyes brimming expectation. I stripped her, yanked panties rough. No clue how to unhook bra—ripped it.
She shivered delightedly.
No foreplay needed. Slick, lewd juices oozed thick down smooth thighs.
My throbbing-to-burst dick pressed her tight, straight slit.
Now I got heat cramps.
"Thrust in. Do it. Fuck me."
Not thrusting? She'd go mad and die.
"Breed me like a dog—"
I did as Esen said. Slammed root-deep into her quivering body.
Slowly stroking unfamiliar texture. Felt thin membrane tear at my base.
"Nng... haa... heeeek..."
"You... you started this."
Deflowering pain bigger? Or heat's emptiness finally filled? Don't care.
What matters: this slutty bitch-dog turned full female the instant I hilted, face pure ecstasy.
Biting perky nipples or roughly pinching? She bites lip, clutches my collar fearfully.
Stop? Eyes beg to maul her perfect tits more.
Prodding womb mouth? Hips buck vividly. Smack glans hard repeatedly? She twitches toward climax.
So I fell for her.
"Eh... nng... heh, this is... pretty..."
Human but not quite, barely articulate with just a dick in her pussy—this strong, rude-ass fighter.
Fell while fucking her.
"C...cumming..."
Slap. Slap.
My hips smacking plump entrance. Walls clenched mercilessly. Dripping wet yet vise-tight.
Squeezing stimulation. Holding back in that grip? Impossible.
Slowed final strokes from pressure. Climax surged to tip—last squeeze blocked escape.
"Gr...aaah..."
"Ah... ngh..."
Barely pulled out. Thicker second load erupted on her belly.
Numbing ecstasy near blackout. Exhausted, I collapsed beside climax-shuddering Esen.
...Glad I said yes.