Chapter 2

“Oh my God, I don’t believe what my eyes are trying to tell me!”

“What?” the voiced in her hear squeaked. “What, Judy? What happened?”

“I just saw… oh my God! I can’t believe it! And right next door too!”

“What! What did you see? Judy, don’t make me come over there!”

“Mona,” Judy panted, her chest heaving and her panties decidedly damp as she watched the two men leave her sight. “Live yaoi!”

The squeal as her nest friend let out was almost deafening.

“I’m coming over!”

“You are at work!”

“I can get out early!”

“They are inside now,”

“Damn.”

Judy cackled as she slammed the door to her Rent-A-Hauler truck and stepped onto the street in front of her new rental.

“Damn is too weak a word,” she moaned, fanning herself with a weak hand. “You didn’t see my neighbors.”

“Are they hot?”

“Out of Men’s fitness,” she moaned, leaning against the closed truck door as she began to picture all of the nasty little…big things the two hunks were going to be doing to each other. “One seme and one definite uke…I think. Maybe they switch?”

“I’m coming over.”

“Mona!”

“You need help unpacking and I need something pretty to look at. And are they right next door kind of neighbors or down t eh street neighbors?”

“Next door.”

“I’m bringing my video camera too!”

“Mona!”

“What? You not willing to share the eye candy? I’ll bring the wine.”

“Make it two bottles,” Judy chuckled. “It was a lot to see and from what I can tell,” she peered at the house where the two beautiful men had disappeared, “They don’t have curtains.”

“Need a roomie?” Mona chucked.

“Go away,” Judy laughed, her amusement easing some of the tension in her aroused body. “And hurry up and get here.”

“On my way.”

Judy disconnected the phone and chucked as she looked around her. It looked like she moved into the perfect neighborhood. Well, she allowed as she rose up and made the shirt walk up the driveway to the front door of her new rental, it had the perfect scenery.”

888

“Harder!” Blake was moaning, his pleasure as his lover pounded into him harder.

His arms were thrown over Krika’s neck; his legs wrapped around his lover’s waist as the man tightened his grip on his waist and began to pound him in earnest.

“Kri!” he moaned, his head falling back as a his wild lover spread his knees further on the bed on which he knelt and braced him so he could give Blake was he was begging for.

Blake gasped at each thrust, the small sounds of shock and pleasure forcing itself from his throat each time his lover’s balls slammed into his ass, each time his pelvis hit the cushioned cheeks of his ass, each time his lovers wide cock speared him to the fullest.

He was lost in sensation, his head hanging back as he began to loose control f hi body.

He was barely aware when Krika moved forward, dropping his back to the bounding mattress so that he cold loom over him.

The thrusts never stopped and neither did the words pouring for Kirka’s mouth.

“Such a pretty little ass,” he praised, “—tight little hole you have for me.”

His mindless chatter only added fuel to the flames of Blake’s desire as he stared deeply into the eyes of his lover, helpless mewls purring up from his throat.

“Yes, baby,” he spoke in low tones, a groan in his voice as he allowed his ling red hair to envelop both of their faces. “You like this dick in your ass? You like this dick fucking your ass?”

“Um hum,” Blake managed and that was about all he could. His body was shuddering, his muscles quivering under the steady onslaught of passion from Krika.

“Yeah?” Kirak asked, slowing his body until his thrusts took on a serpentine grind that sent fire shooting through his body,

“Yeah,” he breathed, his chest arching up as his form began to quiver uncontrollably.

“Yeah, baby. Mmm.” Kirka finally purred. “Love my baby’s tight ass. Love how you grip me. Yeah, tight little hole.”

Then suddenly he took up his pounding rhythm again.

Blake let out a yowl and reached for his cock, desperate to ease some of the tension that was driving him mad.

But Kria intercepted him.

“No, pretty kitty,” he breathed, “You come on my dick alone.”

Blake cursed in frustration before his eyes flittered shit as Krika shifted again, striking his prostrate and several nerves, making his body stiffen as the world began to spin madly around him.

“Can’t!” he panted, his head grinding into the pillows behind him. “Can’t hold—“

“Let it go, baby!” Kirka demanded, increasing the already demanding pace of his thrusts, spanking Blake’s ass with his hips and he powerfully slammed into the smaller make. “Let it all go for me!”

Blake was no panting, his hands helplessly digging into the bedding beside him as his fingertips began to tinge.

“Krika!” he shouted as he felt his control slip and his stomach muscles tighten as a shocking pleasure began to fill him.

“Yeah, baby,” Krika was shouting. “Come on. Let it go! Let it got baby.”

A burning pain ran down Blake’s limbs and mingled with the pleasure as if one was dependent on the other. Both grew and spread when combined, the burning, the itching the throbbing and tearing. He could not take much more! He was going to—break!

And when his control snapped, a sharp pain that was quickly lost in his pleasure buried his hands as long talons exploded, tearing into the bedding, sending tufts of cotton flying in the air around them.

“Kria!” Blake roared his lovers name as his body froze in a tight arch, as his head snapped forward as his body tired to curl in on itself.

He roared wordlessly as wide ivory fangs exploded from his upper jaw and the shadow of dark stripes flared up from beneath the surface of his skin.

“Fuck yeah!” Kriaka was moaning as Blake’s body went wild beneath him. “Yeah baby! Le tit all out! Give it up to me! Give it up now!”

And then without ever being touched, Blake’s thick cock exploded, sending streamers of pearly white semen spraying over the corded muscles of his chest.

He roared again and threw his head back as his body seemed to free itself form all restraints and shook violently. The walls in his ass slammed down on the long hard cock penetrating him and it was all he could do to remember to breathe.

“So good, baby,” Kirka was now purring, bending over him once more to lap at his neck, his hear, his chin, and finally at the blood that dripped form the side of his mouth from where his fangs tore through.

His body was sensitized and each of Krika’s movements sent another shaft of pure pleasure zooming through his being.

And Kirka was now going for his own release.

Blake managed to open his eyes and look up as his lover’s skin took on a mass of white stripes, as his bared his teeth and his own ling fangs exploded, as the hands beside his head twisted and cured into something that was a cross between human and beast.

Krika gave up his control and allows a partial shift even as his cock hardened further in Blake’s ass before it began to throb and quiver.

“Here it comes, baby,” Kiraka growled, his voice going deeper as the partial change solidified. “Here it comes!”

Then Bake threw his hips up, tingling his hole around the formidable prick in his ass, pulling a shout from Kirka. “Yeah baby! Tighten around that dick! Clench down on it! Make me come!”

The warm gush of Krika’s release was a soothing balm that exited as Blake whimpered his acceptance of the gift his lover bestowed upon him.

And Krika trembled above him; he reached up and pulled the larger male to his chest, a deep purr rumbling in his chest as he held his devastated lover.

Slowly, he could feel Kriak’s muscles relax and giving into exhaustion as he shifted slightly so that he full weight was not on the smaller make, but she still enveloped him, protected him with his body.

“Perfect baby,” Kriaka moved again siding up so that he cradled Blake’s face in his neck as if sheltering him from the world, his own deep rumble of a purr joining with his lover’s.”

They lay devastated in a mass of tangled hair, sweat, and exhaustion but both were completely satisfied,

Blake knew that it would take some time for his outward changes to receded, but he didn’t mind so long as he was cradled comfortably in his lover’s arms.

Unlike Krika who could change at will, it was always a struggle for Blake to let go of the chains he placed on his own body. He had no idea why this was so, but both Amur and Kira figured it had something to so with his particular species of extinct tyger.

Caspian Tygers had been rare before Mongols invaded Russia and by the time he was discovered, he appeared to be the last one. He had no one to teach him the ways of his people so when he was discovered by the clan of Siberian’s who had taken him in, everything he learned about survival was based in instinct and need.

Krika figured that he needed to hide what e was from the nomadic tribe who had found him, so therefore it was hard for him to relax his control of the change.

But whatever the reason, he could change with a bit of effort, thought it took longer for him to return to his human shape.

But none of that mattered right now. Right now the sun was shining thought he windows, the air was warm and fragrant with he smell of animal musk and raw sex, and he was comfortable lost in the next of hair and skin that was created by his lover.

He would think more about things later, after a nap. And then his lover could tell him about this new border who moved in next to them and seemed oddly interested in the sight of two grown men kissing.

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