He bowled Lynn over when he got to him, making their Man go "Ooof" very loudly.
"Rishi! Are you all right? Is it Malik? What is wrong?"
Oh, he was Worried and Scared and what if Lynn Had Not Come Home and what if the other mans had their Man and Oh oh oh. Rishi Licked and Nuzzled and Growled and Rubbed Cheeks.
Lynn petted him and scratched behind his ears and pushed him away. "What's wrong? Where's Malik?"
He chittered and growled and snarked and finally calmed down enough to find his man self again. "You were Gone Away. You Went with the mans and did not Come Home."
"That's not true!" Lynn took a deep breath and cupped his face, slender fingers moving in his hair. "I was watching the birds on the savannah. I wasn't even gone half a day and I'm right here!"
He nuzzled close, hands wrapping around Lynn and holding on. "Good. So Good. So so Good."
"Oh, Rishi... I'm not going anywhere again, I promised you and Malik, didn't I? I won't break that promise." Lynn's hands slid over his skin, warm and soft. "If the men come back, we'll face them or run from them, but we'll do it together."
The panic faded, leaving him shaking and clingy, his tongue sliding over Lynn's skin.
Lynn murmured softly, fingers teasing the skin of his back, settling just above his crease.
Rishi Purred, cheek resting on Lynn's shoulder, holding tight. "Lllove. Love our Man."
"Oh yes, Rishi. I love you as well."
Lynn's head turned, bringing their mouths together.
Oh, that was Good. Real. Here. He opened wide, pulling Lynn closer.
Lynn's tongue tasted him, the long body rubbing against him, warm and soft, hot and hard in the middle.
Rishi pulled them down into the grasses, needing Lynn's loving.
Fingers found his man teats, pinching and tugging them as Lynn made the kiss hard. He mewled into the kiss, fingers digging into the dirt, wanting so sharp, so big. Lynn rubbed against him, their shafts sliding together.
Oh. Real. So Real. So Good. His fingers found Lynn's backside and pulled them closer, tighter.
"Oh, I love you, Rishi. So good."
"Lllove. Love. Lovelovelove." He licked and nuzzled Lynn's face, purring hard.
"Oh yes," gasped Lynn, moving harder, fingers plucking. Their Man bent his head, mouth nuzzling Rishi's neck.
"Yes." He arched, roaring and rippling, hips moving fast and faster. One of Lynn's hands wrapped around their need, squeezing them together and stroking. Pleasure poured through him and between him and over Lynn's fingers, hot and wet.
"Rishi!" Their Man called his name and thrust hard against him and he could smell the salt of Lynn's pleasure, feel it in the heat on his belly.
Oh. So Good. Yes. Good. Oh. Rishi purred and stretched, worries gone.
Lynn's hand rubbed their pleasure into his belly, dropping kisses on his face. "Love you, Rishi."
"Love. Love you, Lynn." He held on tight, purring as loud as he could.
"Good." Lynn's hands slid on his man pelt, petting him. "Good."
"Yes. Lynn. So Good. This Rishi did Not Like when you were Gone Away." He gave their Man a kiss. "So Good Here."
"I'm sorry, Rishi. I can only promise I will not Go Away again."
He nodded. "Yes. Stay. Raj and Rishi, we need our Mans."
Lynn nodded. "Yes. And I need the two of you as well. My so big Malik and so good Rishi."
"Yes." He smiled and licked, then rolled Lynn over, pouncing him as well as he could in this form before bouncing off, shaking his tail end to tempt.
Come Play.
Come Play with So Good Rishi.
Their Man laughed and bounded up, giving chase.
Oh yes!
So Good Lynn. So Good Rishi. So Good.
***
Malik turned on his rock, making a loud harrumph. Not that anyone listened. Lynn continued to sew those silly coverings that Malik thought by now he would be happy to have gone, and Rishi kept right on spinning in dizzying circles after a buzzy thing. Sighing out another loud sound, Malik turned again, onto his other side, paws and tail batting in annoyance. What was wrong with his Rishi and his Man? They should notice that he was needing and unhappy.
Shouldn't they?
Grumping one more time, Malik hopped down from his rock and headed for their lagoon. He would go drown his need in the cool water and snarl at the fish that swam by.
A bright, happy roar sounded, the solid weight of Rishi landing right on his back. His legs actually buckled under the attack and Malik went down, his roar cut off with a very Lynn sounding "oof". Rishi bounced off, dancing around him, headbutting and rumbling and licking and fretting and...
Being Rishi.
Oh. He wanted to growl and snarl and be angry, but Rishi's attention was too good, too right, to ruin it. In fact, Malik decided to bask in it, maybe not getting up as easily as he could have, letting Rishi fuss.
"Malik? Are you hurt?" There was their Man, hurrying toward them, a frown on Lynn's face.
He rolled one eye toward Lynn, seeing the concern for him on his Man's face, and he groaned a little, just a little. Oh, he was pouting worse than Rishi with water in his eyes.
"Malik!" Lynn hurried faster, hands sliding on him. "Where are you hurt?"
Lynn's hands on him and Rishi' tongue grooming him felt so good that Malik completely forgot his ruse after a moment, purring and squirming, looking for more.
"Malik?" Lynn's hands were still searching. "Where are you hurt? You are hurt, are you not?"
Rishi's purr was happy, unconcerned, warm, vibrating right through him and shaking the growl right out of him.
It was bad to not let Lynn know he was unhurt. Dishonest. So he rumbled, turning to take Lynn's hand gently in his mouth, apologizing with a tiger kiss.
"Oh, Malik -- you shouldn't worry us!" Lynn's free hand moved in his ruff though and found the backs of his ears, scratching hard.
Oh. That felt good. So good. Just what he needed. Rishi was good for asking for attention, and Lynn they could smell when he was unhappy, but Malik sometimes forgot how to ask. It was good that his young one and his Lynn loved so much that they gave to him even when he could not say what he wanted.
Rishi groomed and licked, stopping sometimes to nudge Lynn's fingers, Lynn's arms. The air was filled with the buzzing sounds of them -- purrs and moans and soft laughs.
Malik chuffed, rolling and shaking, scattering Rishi and Lynn both for a moment so he could think man, be man, so he could touch and kiss.
"Oh, Malik..." Lynn's voice was happy, excited, their Man's hands returning to slide along his skin.
Rishi snorted, tongue rough and harsh on his belly, his hip.
Petting Rishi's ears, Malik nudged at Lynn to get him to turn, kissing him firmly, tongue pushing into Lynn's mouth. Lynn moaned softly, pushing close and rubbing against him. Rishi's chin brushed his shaft, purrs vibrating him deep.
He moaned too, pulling Rishi closer, thrusting against the soft fur beneath Rishi's face. The kiss with Lynn turned into two, then three, his hands sliding down Lynn's back, bare of the clothes their Man had been mending. A shiver went through Lynn, their Man's shaft sliding with his.
Rishi's purrs grew louder, tongue lapping at them both.
His sounds were weak compared to his real voice, his tiger voice, but Rishi's tongue was shockingly good, making him twist and shake. Lynn's skin was soft and smooth against him, and he couldn't even begin to find a sigh or a harrumph.
Rishi's paw landed on his belly, holding him still, tongue moving so fast, so hot, feeding from him. Breaking the kisses to breathe, Malik moaned, urging his young one on with happy noises. Man noises mixed with purrs and growls.
"Oh, so good," murmured Lynn.
Rishi's agreement was hot and wet and accompanied by a series of rumbling calls, tail flicking.
"Yes. Good. More." They were making him so hot. His skin felt too tight. Malik pulled Lynn closer still, trying to join their skin so that Rishi could lov
e them both. So beautiful his Rishi, so sweet. His Lynn was hot and good. He was a happy Malik.
"Oh, Malik, Rishi... I love you. So good." Lynn's words were breathless, neeedy.
Hot. So hot. His Rishi and his Lynn loved him, touched him, tasted him. The feelings were big, huge, wider than the sky and twice as bright, and Malik let them love him, let them give him everything. Finally the touch of Rishi's mouth and Lynn's hands and lips and body were too much, and Malik cried out, telling their rocks and their trees and their lagoon how he loved his lovers.
Lynn gasped and shuddered, pushing against him as heat pulsed onto his skin, over Rishi's fur. Rishi snorted and licked, head shaking as little roars filled the air.
Oh. Yes. Malik slid down to rest against Rishi, his silly man legs unable to hold him in the wake of their loving. He rubbed his cheek against the deep, rich fur, loving the scent of them all together. Rishi's sounds got louder, his young one panting, moaning, wanting.
"Lyyynnn. Rishi. He needs." Malik reached out to draw Lynn close once more, wanting them both to help Rishi find his pleasure.
"What can I do?" Lynn asked, hands sliding through Rishi's fur.
He smiled, kissing Lynn lightly. Then he pushed Rishi down, drawing Lynn down so all of them pressed together, giving Rishi something to rub against. Rishi growled, panted, undulating beneath them, body stretching long.
"Oh..." Lynn made a soft noise and kissed him back, a little heat in their Man's lips. "Sexy..."
"Our Good Rishi." Yes. Good. So hard, his young one, so needy. Malik pressed Rishi between them, making a tight hollow between Lynn's hips and his, gasping as Rishi slid against them. So strange, being man and loving Rishi this way. So different.
Those golden eyes rolled, claws raking the air, body shaking and shuddering. So beautiful. So fine.
Lynn kissed him again and then rubbed his cheek against Rishi. It was good and right to have them all together, to know that they wanted him as much as he did them. Malik touched Rishi, loving his young one the best way he could, fingers finding the hot length of need between he and Lynn. Lynn's kiss he returned eagerly, his tongue pushing deep.
Rishi's fur turned to warm, smooth skin, his young one pushing into their kiss. They all moved together, his hand on Rishi moving easily now, their tongues pushing together into Lynn's mouth. Lynn whimpered, hands on their skin.
"Ssssssssssso good." Rishi's voice was low, rich. "Good."
Yes. Good. "My Rishi. My Man." His own voice was little more than a growl.
"Oh... good." One of Lynn's hands grabbed his buttocks, squeezing, fingers warm and smooth.
Together they rocked and slid, the scent of sweat and salt and hunger sharp on the air.
"Rishi. Now. Need." He was hard again, needing, so close that the scent and sight of Rishi would push him to the edge, and he drew on Rishi's shaft hard, demanding his young one's release.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrraj!" Rishi's roar echoed, golden eyes so wide, seed spraying.
Malik sighed, his pleasure finding him once more, this time softer, easier, but still so good that his whole body throbbed.
"Oh!" Lynn cried out, the scent of their Man's pleasure again growing strong.
They rested together, breathing hard, and Malik simply lost his man form, the tiger taking over. He needed a bath. Almost as much as he needed a nap. Purring, he licked both Rishi and Lynn clean first. He could do no less than care for them as they did him.
"Oh, sweet Lord, that was lovely." Lynn petted him, hands sliding on his fur. "Nap time, yes?"
A bass rumble showed his agreement, and Malik nudged Rishi, wanting all of them to go nap together.
He was learning to ask.
Even the oldest, grumpiest tiger could learn to try something new with Rishi and Lynn to teach him.
~Chapter Eighteen~
Rishi was a Great Hunter.
He hunted No-Legs that Bit and Birds in the Sky and Horned Beasts that Ran and Long-Eared Jumpers and Butteryflies.
He hunted them all -- pouncing and roaring and biting hard.
Of course, hunting and catching were two different things.
This day, though, Rishi had been most brave, most strong, and had caught a Long-Nosed Toothy Not-Fish for them to share.
Malik and their Man would be so proud.
He dragged it home and plopped it right in Lynn's lap.
Plop!
There!
Lynn shrieked and leapt up, going backwards until his back slammed into the tree that gave them shade.
Rishi arched an eyebrow. Silly Man, it was dead. Rishi chomped its head.
Rishi showed their Man, backing away, then pouncing with a growl and chomping, shaking the prey furiously.
There. Just like that.
Then he brought it back to Lynn.
"Yes, very well done, Rishi." Lynn's hand slid along his head, petting him. "You just startled me at the start."
He purred and nudged their Man's hand. Yes. Good Rishi.
Lynn dropped to his knees, both hands going into the fur at his ruff, their Man scratching him nice and hard, rubbing their faces together. "Very well done."
Oh...
Oh, Good Man.
He purred as loud as he could, cheeks pushing against Lynn's, claws digging into the ground.
Lynn made that funny noise that he knew was their Man trying to purr for them. "I love you, Rishi."
Those were good words, made him warm and right deep inside. He licked their Man's belly, grooming gently. Yes. Love. Love their Man.
Lynn laughed, the sound happy.
Rishi chuffed, licking again, searching for the happy sound.
It came, Lynn leaning away. "That tickles!"
Tickles must be good, to make laughs! Rishi nuzzled, licking again and again and again.
Laughing and laughing, Lynn leaned more and more away until he fell over onto his back.
Oh! There! Ha!
Rishi pounced, rumbling happily.
"Oof!" Lynn laughed some more, hands sliding along his cheeks, behind his ears.
He tilted his head, encouraging those so-smart hands to find the itchy spots. Right, no, not there. Just... Right... There!
He purrrrrrrrrrrrrred.
Lynn chuckled, the sound softer than a laugh and huskier, good in a different way. "Such a good tiger, Rishi."
He bobbed his head. Yes. Good Tiger. Good Rishi.
Lynn's foot slid up along his belly, rubbing him there as well. "Yes, Rishi. So very good."
Oh... Oh, yes. He dipped his head, grooming his Lynn with the softest touch, the gentlest tongue.
Lynn made a soft noise that wasn't a purr or a growl, but a moan. It usually meant Lynn was feeling very good; the sound was different when their Man was unwell.
Rishi could taste the want and pleasure on their Man's skin-- sweet and salty, less rich than his Raj, brighter. So good. He licked harder, looking for more.
Lynn moaned again and then pushed him away a bit. "Just a second, Rishi. Let me get the breeches off -- I don't want them ruined like my blouse."
Rishi looked up at his Rock, chuffing and purring. The man furs were very fun to play with and carry.
Lynn took off his bottom covers and folded them, putting them away in the box that held their Man's Things.
Then his Lynn came back without any furs, shaft proud and wet-tipped, a light flush on the pale skin.
Rishi purred, licking all along leg and shaft, then grooming the soft curly patch of man-pelt.
"Rishi!" Lynn gasped and those long fingers slid through his ruff again. "Oh! Good tiger."
He nodded. Good. Very good their Man.
He licked and lapped, the heat of Lynn's shaft rubbing his cheek, his neck.
Lynn was moaning and whimpering, making man noises that meant pleasure.
The fingers scratching him got lazy, just petting lightly, randomly now.
Oh, now... that wouldn't do at all! He nipped Lynn's hip, head bumping those hands, reminding their Man.
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"Ouch!" Lynn rubbed his hip and then those fingers slid back behind his ears, scratching properly again. "You were distracting me."
He chirruped an affirmative and went back to tasting and grooming and licking. Distracting or not -- one should not forget to scratch their tigers.
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