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Fun Behind Closed Doors	By : geminigirl83 Category: +S through Z > TaleSpin Views: 2998 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fun Behind Closed Doors
Pairing: Shere Khan/Harmond
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anthro, crack!, handjob, het, oral, PWP
Summary: Shere Khan doesn’t mind getting ‘personal’ with one of his employees.
A/N: Harmond is not an OC. http://www.ospreygraphix.com/html/Screens/Talespin/sc-tale-harmond.html

Harmond entered Shere Khan’s office, clutching a stack of papers in her paws, waiting for the older tiger to nod before stepping further inside, smirking when he beckoned her to come behind his desk. “Mr. Khan, sir, I have those quarterly figures…”

“My dear, there is only one figure I am interested in at the moment,” Shere Khan murmured, paws roughly grabbing hold of her slim hips.

The papers in Harmond’s paws slipped and scattered to the floor as she was pulled into Shere Khan’s lap, cheeks heating as his fangs nibbled her neck. “M--Mr. Khan…ahh…anyone could walk in.”

“Don’t be alarmed, my dear,” Shere Khan chuckled. “The door locked automatically after you entered. No one will be interrupting us.”

Shere Khan always kept his personal life private, and their relationship was no exception. She didn’t mind. She didn’t want anyone to know either. In the elite world of high society, their relationship was considered taboo. She was in her early twenties. He was in his late forties. She didn’t mind their age difference either. The older tiger was extremely handsome, baritone voice smooth as velvet and hypnotic, muscular body hidden beneath the expensive suits, and despite his cold, abrasive attitude with others, he was kind and gentle with her during their intimate encounters.

A lecherous grin formed on Shere Khan’s face as she squirmed in his hold. “No point trying to escape, my lovely tigress. No one will be able to save you from me.”

Harmond moaned as one of his paws cupped her satin covered breasts, bucking as his other paw groped her rear. “Maybe…ahh…I don’t want to be…ooh…saved, Mr. Khan.”

“Shere Khan,” the tiger corrected, reluctantly letting her go. “Strip for me…slowly.”

Putting on her most sultry smile, Harmond stood back up and began unbuttoning her blouse and undoing her tie, letting the clothing slide to the floor, exposing her white lace covered breasts. She wiggled out of her skirt, panties and garters matching the fabric of her bra. The front of her panties were damp with arousal, and the sweet scent made Shere Khan’s smirk grow predatory. Under his hungry gaze, she laid back on the desk, spreading her legs, lifting her paw, trailing her fingers over the lace of her bra.

“Like what you see, Shere Khan?” Harmond inquired, skimming her fingers down to her panties.

“Indeed I do,” Shere Khan replied, standing up and leaning over the smaller female, reaching around to undo the clasp of her bra. “I wish to see more of you…if that’s all right?”

“Of course,” Harmond answered, shivering as the bra fell from her shoulders, pert breasts exposed to Shere Khan’s intense stare.

Lowering his head, Shere Khan took a dusky nub into his mouth, gently sucking as he flicked the other nub with his thumb. Harmond whimpered and arched her back, biting her bottom lip as a sharp nail grazed her nipple, sending tingles up her spine. Her entire breast was soon in his mouth, laved with his tongue and carefully nibbled with his sharp fangs while he fondled the other mound with his paw, fingers occasionally pinching the hard nipple. The bulge in his trousers grinded against her groin, and she cried out as each push of his hips made her clit throb.

“So much squirming, my dear,” Shere Khan growled, giving a nipple a quick swipe of his tongue. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

“I--I am…Shere Khan…ngh…very much so, but I…ahh…want…want…”

“Want my attention a bit…lower?” Shere Khan smirked, playing with the waistband of her panties.

“Y--Yes…Shere Khan…please! Please!” Harmond cried.

“So eager,” Shere Khan snickered, lowering to his knees. “How I love it when you beg, my beautiful tigress.”

She shivered harder as his fingers grabbed her panties, lifting her rear to help him as he slid the fabric down her legs. The folds of her cunt glistened, and he couldn’t resist lapping her damp flesh, moaning as the sweet flavor of her arousal spread over his tongue, gliding up and down her slit, teasing her swollen clit. Her legs quivered when his large paws cupped her rear, lifting her a bit, giving his tongue better access to her opening, throwing her head back with a loud cry as his long tongue plundered her hot passage. He greedily drank from her slick opening, lapping away every drop of her sweet fluid.

Harmond dug her nails into the desk, gritting her teeth as her clit throbbed harder. “S--Shere Khan…ooh…I’m…I’m…”

The intercom on the desk began to buzz loudly, causing Harmond to jump in fright. Shere Khan snarled against her flesh and slammed his fist over the annoying object, smashing it to bits. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit, tongue thrusting faster and faster into her tightening passage. Violent tremors claimed her body as a fierce orgasm ripped through her, paws shooting up to grip his head as she wailed and thrashed.

Licking his lips clean, Shere Khan stood and caressed her damp cheek. “Was that satisfying, my dear?”

“You know it was,” Harmond panted, parting her lips as his fingers brushed over them, tasting herself on his digits.

Shere Khan kept his eyes on her face as he caressed her legs, stroking her inner thighs as his fingers found her folds again, becoming wet again with anticipation. “Always eager for more, my lovely tigress?”

Harmond tilted her head back and arched her back as he pressed one finger into her, circling her clit with his thumb. “Yes, always eager for you…Shere Khan.”

He rotated his finger as he once again focused his mouth on her clit, carefully adding another digit while sucking mercilessly on her oversensitive clit. She cried out at the sensation, her walls clenching around his fingers. With all the strength she could muster she stopped him, making him raise an eyebrow at her.

“I…hmm…can’t let you do all the ravishing,” Harmond smirked, lowering her paw to cup the bulge in his trousers, causing him to moan.

Reluctantly, Shere Khan released the smaller female, grin wide and smug. “Ravish away.”

Harmond reached forward and yanked down his jacket, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, tugging the expensive fabric from his shoulders, running her fingers over his muscular chest and arms before drifting down to toy with his belt. Giving him a sultry wink, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling the fabric down along with his blue silk boxers, freeing his straining erection. She gave a strong, steady stroke up the underside, pressing into the junction of the shaft and head. He let out a throaty moan, biting his lip and letting his head fall back as she sank to her knees. She smiled and leaned down to taste his arousal, flicking her tongue over the head, laving the slit, making him grunt. Swirling her tongue around the tip, she pumped the base, and his legs shook, nearly making him loose balance. Finally, she enveloped him completely in her mouth, causing him to gasp at the sensation, gripping her hair and involuntarily thrusting into her, causing her to tremble as the length slid down her throat. He immediately pulled back and apologized, tenderly rubbing the back of her head. She smiled up at him as she sucked his erection, grumbling in disappointment when he quickly eased her away.

“Too close, my dear,” Shere Khan mumbled, sitting back in his chair, pulling her into his lap, pants pooled around his ankles. “You always make it difficult for me to control myself, my dear Harmond.”

Harmond shuddered as the tip of his arousal pressed into her folds. “You have the same affect on me, Shere Khan.”

He met her gaze as he slowly lowered her, gasping as the wet heat of her passage enveloped him. She cried out and slammed her hips down, cock burying to the hilt within her. He let out a chastising snarl for her recklessness and stilled her wriggling hips. He was so much bigger than her, and it wouldn’t take much to hurt her petite body.

“Behave yourself, my dear, or I will be forced to bend you over this desk and teach you a lesson,” Shere Khan warned, giving her rear a playful, but firm smack.

She gritted her fangs in frustration as she was slowly lowered and lifted back up, pace sheer torture for her aroused body. She wanted hard and fast, and most of all she wanted to see him lose control, wanted him to throw her on top of the desk and ravish her with violent thrusts and rough bites, but she knew he would never risk harming her. His chivalry was charming but also very annoying.

“P--Please…ah…Shere Khan…please!” Harmond snarled, tightly holding onto his shoulders as she was forced to gently ride his erection. “H--Harder! Please!”

Shere Khan was reluctant, but he decided to give in to Harmond’s begging just a little bit. The pace of his thrusting hips quickened, but not by much. The change seemed to satisfy her. She was moaning and thrashing wantonly in his lap, letting out a sharp cry when his fingers resumed playing with her clit, rubbing hard and fast. He drowned out her pleasured cries with his mouth, sensually kissing her, tongue slipping into her mouth, gliding over her tongue in a hot dance for dominance. He could feel himself drawing closer and closer to release, and he crushed her body against his in a hard embrace, growling as her nipples brushed against his chest. Her paws cupped his head, fingers massaging his ears as she deepened the kiss, whining as the pressure in her lower belly built up to a point that she could no longer endure. She abruptly broke the kiss and screamed his name as she came, orgasm washing over her in wave after wave of blinding pleasure. He followed not long after, unable to withstand the almost painful clenching of her walls around him. He gritted out her name in response to her cries and kissed her fiercely, thrusting one last time as he released into her, chair creaking and buckling from their intense coupling, sending both crashing to the floor as it fell apart. She thought he would have been infuriated, but his low laugh and soft smile proved that he didn’t mind spending the afterglow of their lovemaking on the floor with bits of a ruined chair around them. Running his fingers through her dark hair, he delivered a sweet kiss to her lips, purring in content until a loud banging on the door jarred them both out of their blissful haze.

“Mr. Khan sir! Are you all right?! You haven’t been answering the intercom, and I heard a loud crashing---”

“I am fine!” Shere Khan snapped. “Stop making that annoying racket!”

“Yes sir! Sorry sir! You have a meeting in five minutes sir!”

Shere Khan squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “Fine…just…leave!”

Harmond frowned and buried her face into his neck. “I wanted our time together to be longer…”

Tilting her head back with his massive paw, Shere Khan murmured, “Tonight, my dear tigress. I promise.”

Smirking at the older tiger, Harmond gave him a passionate kiss. She was looking forward to tonight and many other nights to come.

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