The sun bzed overhead, ocean wind cooling the sweat on Bck Sheep's skin. The tiger was bent over the railing, stripes damp, slick with sweat and coconut oil, his ass still spasming from the first orgasm Bck Sheep had wrung out of him. The magic mirror sat on the deck beside them, Dolly's voice crackling through with updates on the attack.

  "Boss. They're at the gate."

  Bck Sheep didn't even gnce at the mirror. His fingers dug into the tiger's muscur hips, firm, as he smmed back into him. The tiger grunted, his cws scraping fresh grooves into the teak.

  "Mm. Good." Bck Sheep's voice was a drawl, zy with satisfaction. "Keep talking, Dolly. I'm good at multitasking."

  The tiger whined, his body tightening, clearly overstimuted and sensitive. "Nn... fuck, I can't... I already..."

  "Shut up." Bck Sheep twisted his hips, grinding against that sweet spot inside his test partner. The spot that made even big, tough bastards like this one fall apart. "You're not done until I say you're done. And I haven't fucking finished with that magnificent ass yet."

  The tiger's breath hitched. "It's too much..."

  "No, it's not." Another punishing thrust. "You can take it. That's why you're still here, isn't it? Because no one else makes you feel the way I can."

  An embarrassed sound tore out of the tiger, half growl, half whimper. His tail shed, his muscles locking up as Bck Sheep pounded into him, the yacht rolling beneath them.

  "They're breaching the wall now..." Dolly's voice drifted distantly through the mirror.

  Bck Sheep ughed, low and dark. "See, pet? Work never stops. But neither will I."

  The tiger's voice cracked. "I... I can't come again..."

  "You will." Bck Sheep yanked his tail to the side for a better angle and smmed home. "You'll beg for it like the little bastard you are, and you'll love it."

  "No... ah! Fuck...!"

  "Yes." Bck Sheep's grip tightened, his rhythm relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to break this one down. "One more. Give it to me."

  The tiger's body seized up, his spent cock twitching, his anus clenching desperately around Bck Sheep's girth. His voice broke into something high, keening.

  "Nnnh... please...!"

  "That's it." Satisfaction rolled through Bck Sheep's chest. "Let me hear you scream, pet. Let the whole fucking ocean know who owns you."

  And then the tiger came.

  His back arched, his throat ripped open on a shrill, embarrassing wail. Nothing like the deep growls he usually made, nothing like the big, tough bodyguard he was. It was high, desperate, almost girlish in its pitch. His entire body seized, his ass cmping down in what had to be a dry orgasm, his cock weeping uselessly, his rectum milking Bck Sheep like it was starving for it.

  Bck Sheep groaned, his own release coiling tight, but he didn't let himself go yet. He kept fucking the tiger through it, drawing it out, forcing every st sensation from him.

  "Fuck... fuck... I hate you...!" The tiger's voice was raw, his body trembling, his cws embedded in the railing like he was trying to escape and take more at the same time.

  Bck Sheep leaned down, his lips brushing the tiger's ear. "Liar." Another deep, punishing thrust. "You love that I can do this to you. That I can make you scream like that." His free hand slid around to the tiger's abs, just to remind him who was in charge. "That I can ruin you and you'll still come back for more."

  The tiger whined, and Bck Sheep could see his face burning even from this angle. "Y-you're an asshole..."

  "Yeah." Bck Sheep bit his shoulder, hard enough to leave another mark. "But I'm in your asshole, aren't I? And you love it."

  A pause. Beaten, breathless.

  Then, quietly: "...Yes."

  Bck Sheep ughed, dark and satisfied, and finally let himself come, filling the tiger up as the distant crackle of weapon fire and Dolly's updates drifted through the magic mirror.

  He pulled out slowly, smirking at the mess he'd made. The tiger dripping, shuddering, his striped fur matted with sweat and come and the bite marks Bck Sheep had left on his shoulders. Beautiful.

  Bck Sheep spped his ass, just hard enough to make him jolt.

  "Clean yourself up, handsome. And next time?" He grinned, wicked. "I'm making you come three times. See if you can still walk after."

  The tiger gred at him, but there was no real heat in it. Just exhaustion, and that hungry look Bck Sheep recognized. The look that said he'd be back.

  Bck Sheep chuckled, turning back to the mirror as the tiger stumbled toward the lower deck.

  "Boss, they're inside the city..." Dolly's voice came through again.

  "About fucking time." He adjusted himself, barely sparing the tiger another gnce. "Now that's what I call multitasking."