Your plane crashed in the depths of the sprawling Congo jungle weeks ago. Using what little survival skills you have, you've been wandering the jungle aimlessly.
You happen upon a woman, nude except a few leather straps on her body, on all fours, moaning as a huge male tiger thrust into her from behind.
[Tizra]: Dug her fingers at the ground, groaning, letting out deep guttaral grunts as Tango's lengthy, barbed member stretched and tore at her relentlessly. Her jaw clenched, her head held down, blond hair swaying with the Tiger's thrust.
[Tango] Driven by his primal need to mate. The scent of the human female had long driven him wild with lust. Her constant companion, taking her as he needed, as he could. His paws wrapped at her hips, claws digging her scarred thighs as she bucked his hips in powerful thrust. Mouth hanging opening, a snarl in every breath, long, dangerous teeth on display.