Sabertooth Boyfriend (Seif-complete)

    The last thing that you ever expected when you started your journey was a war. But to your utter horror, war was what happened. You had been sent by your father, a king, to visit the Rakshasa Court to further your education. You were supposed to meet Queen Mythri who would be helping you, but when you saw the dragon fly overhead, you knew something was wrong. 

    You convoy happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. An invading Gnoll army descended upon you like locusts. They took everything, ripping with their dirty hands. They took your horses and dismounted your knights.

    “Your majesty, run now!” One of your knights shouted at you.

    “I can’t!” You gasp, shaking. 

    “You have to!” He shoves you away, knocking you down a dune. You roll and tumble, coming to a heavy stop at the bottom. You look up, seeing smoke start to rise. You’re not sure what to do, you’re just a prince. How are you supposed to survive? All you have with you are your books. 

    You got lost in the desert, endless sand was your only horizon on all sides. For days you wandered until you eventually collapsed in the heat. If you had any water left in your body, you might have cried then. Your knights had protected you, and what did it get them? They were probably dead, and you were going to die too. You hate that their sacrifice was for nothing.

    “What’s that?” A loud voice rings out.

    You wish you could move and see if you were really hallucinating or not.

    “It’s probably nothing, we need to get back to Bastet,” a second voice, this one deeper than the first.

    “No, I’m going to see what it is.” You hear a horse, and then you see a shadow. “Oh my god,” the voice gasps. Someone leans over you and touches your face. “I have a person over here!” He yells. 

    The next thing you know, this person is kissing you. You feel sharp fangs on your skin, and then there’s water in your mouth. They’re feeding you water. You press closer, opening your mouth more for the water they’re parting to you.

    “We’ve got you,” he growls and hefts you up. “We’ll get you to Penu, you’ll be safe.” 

    The next time you full come to, you’re in a tent, and the air is crisp. Your face feels sticky and has some strange goop all over it. You see a bowl of water beside you, and you grab it, gulping it down as fast you can.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, young man!” A voice chuckles. “There is more where that came from. You needn’t drink so harshly.” He takes the bowl from your hand, and you’re amazed to see a Sabertooth.

    You had read about the wild Sabertooth Rakshasa in your books. Some people believed they were a legend, having died out ages ago. Other had theorized they were dying out, but colonies existed in the unexplored desert, hiding away in remote oases. 

    This one looked old and was wearing a headscarf decorated with beads, feathers, and bird skulls. “You’re lucky the watch found you when they did, boy. And longer and you’d have been burnt to a crisp.”

    You nod. “Thank you.”

    “I’m Penu, by the way.” He inspects your face, rubbing some of the goo in. “Looks like the aloe and turmeric are working,” he says. “You shouldn’t be in too much pain from the burn. You at least kept yourself covered.” He then tilts his head. “What were you doing out here?”

    “My convoy was attacked,” you answer. “It was Gnolls.”

    Penu’s eyes widen. “Really?”

    “There was a dragon too,” you shiver. “It flew overhead before the Gnolls attacked us.” You sniffle and hang your head. 

    “Where were you going?”

    “My father, King Dion, he had made plans with Queen Mythri for my education.” You glance back up at Penu. “I was heading to the court of King Amit.”

    “Bad timing,” Penu sighs. “My son had a vision of war, and I’m afraid it’s happened,” he sighs with dread.

    “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

    “Some of our men joined the fight and I fear not all of them will return,” he shakes his head. 

    “Penu,” a familiar voice calls. “Is he ok?”

    “He’s awake, Seif,” Penu moves aside as another Sabertooth steps into the tent. 

    Your eyes go wide, this Seif is tall and broad shoulder. His chest is barreled, and his arms look like tree trunks. His massive fangs are capped with gold, and he wears a scarf that covered his left eye. 

    “Glad to see you’re up and about,” he sits down beside Penu. 

    “This is the watchman who saved you,” Penu replies. “Seif is the Head of Watch while Chi and Chiyo are away.”

    Seif bows his head. 

    “Thank you,” you whisper. You remember that Seif had fed you water, kissing it to you to make sure you drank. Your cheeks burn, not from the sun but from your own heat. Seif was such a stunning figure, you couldn’t help but feel attracted.

    “I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I feel responsible for your well being,” Seif replies. 

    “Turns out, you saved a prince,” Penu says with a smirk.

    Seif’s ears stick up in the air, and he looks at you with alarm. “A prince?”

    You look away shyly. “Really, it shouldn’t matter what I am. I am extremely grateful, and I’m sure my father will be as well.”

    “Once you’re healed we’ll get you to the court of Amit,” Penu says. “But for now, I don’t think it’s safe for you to travel.”

    “Is there any way we could get word to them?” You ask.

    “Othet is at the palace now,” Penu says. “My son,” he tells you. “I can send him word in a dream, and he can alert the proper authorities.” 

    “In a dream?” You ask.

    “Such is our way,” Penu smirks. “We’re what your kind would call mystics, but we really prefer to say we’re healers.”

    Seif is oddly quiet, and he keeps looking at you. 

    You stay under Penu’s care, but Seif visits you often. You spend most of your time reading from your books, but when Penu is around, he teaches you about the Sabertooth tribe and Bastet, their oasis as well as their goddess. You’re fascinated by them, and you enjoy Penu’s lessons immensely. 

    Despite his silence, you’ve grown fond of Seif as well. He sometimes sits in on Penu’s lessons, and he’ll have dinner with you every night. 

    “You don’t have to sit with me,” you tell him. By this time, your skin is mostly healed. It’s peeling, and you still feel bruised, but Penu’s medicines and balms have worked wonders.

    Seif looks up from his bowl, his one eye shimmering in the dim light of the lamp. “Do you not like my company?”

    “No, it’s just-” you bite your lip and bow your head. “You don’t have to keep watching over me. I mean...you must have people you’d prefer sitting with.”

    “I feel responsible for you while you’re with us,” Seif replies. “Besides, your company is fine. I enjoy our conversations.”

    You glance up at him. “You must have a girlfriend or something though,” you say this, hoping to find out more about him. 

    Seif smirks, knowing exactly what your game is. “I do not have a lover,” he replies. “And if I did, it wouldn’t be a woman.” He suggestively licks one of his fangs.

    Your eyes widen, and your heart squeezes. “O-oh,” you gasp.

    He smirks and lifts his bowl again, drinking the soup inside. “What about you?” He asks. “Do you have a partner?”

    You shake your head. “I’ve always been more concerned with my studies than anything else,” you admit. “I’m too focused on my books to really see anybody.” You lift your head, looking at Seif. For once, you’ve noticed someone, and you can’t stop looking at him.

    Seif chuckles. “I see then.”

    It’s silent for a long spell, and you want to keep talking to Seif before he leaves for duty. “Can I ask you something?”

    “You can ask me anything,” Seif replies.

    “Your eye,” you motion to the scarf. “Why do you keep it covered?”

    Seif sighs. “Because an arrow took it,” he answers. He places his paw over it. “It isn’t a pretty picture, your majesty.”

    “What happened?” You ask.

    “Regular training,” he huffs. “I was helping train the young recruits and one of them lied about their proficiency with a bow.”

    You gasp and cover your mouth.

    “Needless to say, I don’t help with the young ones anymore.” He looks at you, one golden eye gleaming. “It wasn’t battle or war, it was an accident.”

    “Oh gosh,” you whisper.

    “Do you have any scars?” He asks.

    You blush and shrug. “Kind of,” you murmur.

    Seif chuckles. “Kind of? What does that mean?”

    You sigh and open up your robes. Seif’s eyes go dark as his pupil widens and his ears go flat on his head. You show him the pink scar on the side of your belly. “I had surgery when I was younger,” you tell him. “Nothing too serious. I was having cramps a lot, and it turned out something inside me was twisted.”

    Seif moves in close and slips his paw under your robes, touching the thin, pink scar. You shiver, feeling his warm, rough touch on your skin. Seif lets out a soft, low growl and he inches in. His hands roam your chest and stomach, touching your bare skin. You swallow as your heart pounds in your throat. You’re losing your breath the more he touches. Your nipples grow hard and ache, and when he touches them, you feel your mind go blank.

    Seif clears his throat and removes his hands. “Forgive me I-” he takes a deep breath. “I...I don’t know what that-”

    You look into his eyes, still breathing heavy. “It’s ok-” you whisper. 

    Seif licks his fang and chuckles. “I feel intoxicated.”

    You chuckle and close your robes. You reach out, touching the bulge growing along his muscular thigh. “I can see that.”

    He groans and lets you touch. He’s thick and warm and throbbing with a pulse. “Your Highness,” he growls low.

    “I like you too, Seif,” you murmur as you crawl into his lap. 

    He dips his head and your cheek brushes against his fangs. You kiss him, feeling his soft lips again. He growls, pressing closer and holding you. His rough tongue rolls in your mouth, and he pulls back. 

    “We shouldn’t-” he swallows.

    You kiss him again, and he moans, grabbing you again before yanking his head back. “Your Highness!” He snarls warningly.

    You look away and sit back. “Sorry I just…” you open your robe again, splitting it all the way down until your erect cock is exposed. You look at him with a heady expression. “I want you, Seif,” you whisper. 

    Seif glares at you, and he moves in. He wraps his paw around your cock, stroking it slowly. He growls darkly in your ear, and you shudder. “You want me?” He licks your neck. “Fuck,” he snarls. “Your body is too much for my will.” He licks down your chest and belly then takes your cock into his mouth.

    You whimper as his rough tongue laps at you. His mouth is warm and wet, and he growls hungrily as he bobs his head up and down in your lap. You rub behind his ears and stare in awe at the scene before you. His eye flicks up to you, and you can no longer hold on. With a choked cry everything releases from you. Your seed spills in his mouth, and Seif moans. 

    Seif sits up, licking his chops and smiling. “You cum a lot,” his paws knead your trembling thighs. “I wonder how much you’d cum with my cock inside you,” he purrs into your ear.

    You whimper and shiver. “Seif...oh my god…”

    He chuckles, kissing your chest and neck. “Can you stand?” he purrs. “I want to show you something.”

    It takes you a few moments to recover, but once you can walk Seif takes you from the tent and into the chilled night air. He leads you passed the village and down a slope towards the lushest part of the oasis. He leads you to a waterfall pouring into the stream.

    “I’ve always had a fantasy of making love here,” he squeezes your hand. “Would that be ok with you, my prince?”

    You bite your lip and nod. “You needn’t ask.”

    You both strip down, and you get to admire Seif’s naked body for the first time. He’s so strong and built, he looks like he could easily throw you. His cock is thick and has strange nubs all over it. It’s hard as a rock and throbbing with need.

    “Come now,” he leads you to the water. The water is warm from the harsh sun all day. It feels good on your skin. Seif pulls you close, and his cock rubs against your belly. He kisses you, pulling you under the waterfall to the cave behind it. 

    “Have you ever had sex before?” He asks you, setting you on the smooth stone.

    You blush and turn your head. “No,” you admit. “I mean...I’ve touched myself but...I know it’s not the same thing.”

    Seif kisses you, growling hungrily. “Then I’ll be gentle.” He kisses down your chest again, licking your cock before his tongue licks at your rear. You whimper, feeling his tongue swirl around your tight pucker. It feels weird but good. He pushes his tongue in, and you gasp. He wettens it then takes something hanging from a chain on his neck. He dribbles the thick oil, rubbing it into your ass and using his finger to push it inside you. 

    Your lashes flutter as you feel him stretch you.

    “Does it hurt?” Seif growls.

    “No,” you moan. “It feels...mmm,” you stretch out on the stone. “I could take more.”

    Seif chuckles, licking your cock. “You’re getting hard again. Being young is a gift.” He sits up and pours more of the oil over his cock. He rubs it slowly as you watch. You sit up and crawl to him, you kiss him and reach down, stroking him and feeling how warm and thick he is.

    “If it ever hurts, tell me to stop.” Seif grabs you and pulls you close. He bends you over a stone and kisses your back and shoulders. His tip rubs at your entrance, and you feel him start to spear you. You gasp in shock, feeling a tightness and dull ache. It doesn’t hurt though, in fact, this kind of pain feels good. 

    Seif grunts and whimpers, he watches as you take him, as his thick cock disappears inside you. He grips tight to your hips, pulling you back until he’s entirely inside you. You whimper, biting your bottom lip.

    Seif kisses the nape of your neck. “My little prince,” he growls. “What do you want?”

    Your voice cracks as you try to answer him. You move your hips, going forward and then pushing back against him. Seif chuckles darkly and starts to move slowly. His long moans and grunts sound so sexy, and you’re shocked how good he feels.

    He doubles over you, moaning directly into your ear. His deep voice and the rumble from his chest all add to the erotic aura of the cave. You groan and look up at him, seeing his lusty expression.

    “You’re wonderful, Seif,” you pant. “You’re so beautiful.”

    He puts his paw around your neck, turning you so he can kiss you. “My handsome prince,” he growls. He starts to move faster, his hips slap against your thighs, and the sounds echo off the cave wall. Your moans grow louder, and you cry out his name. His thrusts deep inside you, stuff you full you feel like your belly could bulge. He growls and snarls, his manly sounds filling the cave and your mind.

    He doubles over again, rolling his hips slowly. “I want to see you,” he pants.

    With a pitiful whine, he pulls out of you. He lays back on the stone and beckons you over. You straddle his lap, spearing yourself back down on him. In this position, he feels deeper inside you. You bite your lip as you gaze down on him.

    “Your body is amazing,” he growls, his paws roaming over your again. “I could gaze at you for hours.”

    You feel excited as he compliments you. You ride him, grinding him inside as you start to bounce. He holds your hips, guiding you how to move. He arches his hips, bucking straight up inside you. You whimper and moan, feeling another surge rush through your body. You stroke your cock, crying out as your release comes. You thick, milky seed splatters all over Seif’s chest and belly. He snarls, thrusting hard and fast up inside you. He then bucks, twitches, and his face contorts as if in pain. But you feel him inside you, the pulse and jerk, then sudden rush of heat in your belly. 

    “Cum,” you command him. “Fill me. I want it.”

    He growls and jerks, his legs kick as he continues to pump inside you. He collapses beside him, cuddling to his war, fur as his strong arms hold you. His seed is inside you, warm and thick.

    “Fuck,” he growls.

    “Was it ok?” You ask. “Was I good?”

    He chuckles, rolling on top of you and kissing you ravenously. “You were better than good, my prince,” he growls. “I was worried I wasn’t good enough for you.”

    You chuckle. “You were the best.”

    “How would you know?” He teases and kisses you again. “Let’s swim and do it again,” he purrs into your ear. “Let me make love to you until the sun rises.”

    You chuckle and grin. “I kind of like the sounds of that.” You pet his cheek and gaze into his eye. “I think I want to stay is Bastet,” you murmur. “I’ve really enjoyed Penu’s lessons, and I adore the culture here.” You sit up and look out the waterfall. “As much as I admire Amit and Mythri, I’ve found something here I feel a deep connection to.” You then look back at Seif and smile. “I also found someone I adore.”

    Seif kisses you and drags his fangs down your skin. “My prince,” he growls. “If you wish to stay here we’ll find a way to make you useful,” he purrs. “I think you shouldn’t forsake your education, but I cannot argue to keeping you as long as possible.”

    You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him lovingly. “Will the rest of the tribe accept me as your lover?”

    He grins. “They’ll be shocked I’ve taken one.” He kisses you back. “I’ll make you happy, my prince,” he purrs. “And don’t worry, I have lots to teach you.”