Zora felt the fire in her crotch, the tiger's insistent hand and his girth. She's ache tomorrow she knew but she couldn't help but shift and feel him within her. Breath across her short fur and the shuddering growl as solid as stone grinding on stone.

The burning in her belly was different from that in her shoulders and arms, the restraints kept her body arched and exposed for his teasing but his presence, the solid pressure behind her and the friction within made it clear, his goal was to make her sing for him before he released. She could feel it as a tremble and then her mind was awash, grinding and pressing back, gripping and soaking him as she cried out. And only then, as she slipped into the sea of that fiery bliss, she dimly felt him release within her, thick, rich, and searingly warm.