"Wow, look at this beaut!" Crash Killmonger, ex-paladin turned monster-girl breeder/dungeon zoologist, squatted low before the stunned tiger-girl. "This sheila's powerful legs are designed to chase down and pin prey, but when in heat, they seize up like a stiff boa!" His commentary was less so instructional than it was quirky foreplay.
Having pinched the soft spot behind her pointed, tiger-like ear, Crash had caught the fearsome beauty in a paralyzing hold; such an odd weakness for such a fearsome creature. The Jinko, with all the wit and killer instincts of a tiger, was all too human in her arousal.
"H-Hey!" She yelped before emitting a mewling growl; this made her assailant smile. Tentatively, as not to lose his grip, Crash used his other hand to trace the taut, sweaty muscles of her inner thigh.
"This time'a year these little missies are 'n the heat of matin' season! Jinkos often travel alone, prowling for a strong, human stud to reproduce with," the monologue was directed at no one in particular; he gave another firm squeeze and caress that made her squirm in growing submission.
"Though she could rip me shreds with those powerful claws," his explorative hand never stopped, now teasing the outermost folds of the beast-woman's labia, "this lovely lady is ready to be a momma..."
Her golden eyes flickered with some primal, undeniable craving, 'W-What is this bastard d-doing to meeee!' Eyes rolled back and fanged mouth agape, it was a struggle not to fall prey to this all too cunning human.
"I-I'll," every word tempted a release, "I'll t-tear your-- Eeeuuugghhoooo!"
All that snark, a predatory glare, contorted into a stupefied expression of animalistic passion. The tiger-girl's eyes crisscrossed and lips pursed into a quivering 'o' as the dungeoneering researcher's left index and middle finger buried themselves knuckle-deep into her sopping love tunnel.
"Despite being apex huntresses in both untamed jungles and the occasional dungeon, Jinkos can't resist the tender touch ov'a human male this time'a year! Crikey, look at her purr!"
He retracted his slick fingers, still pinching her sensitive ear with one hand as the other snaked to the base of the specimen's long, striped tail, just above muscular glutes. "Now, these lovelies won't admit it, but rubbing the base of the tail just drives em' crazy!"