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His Over-Productive Orgasm

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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The bear grunted, a smirk on his dark lips, eyes glittering in the dim light of his one night stand's bedroom. Lance had not expected to go home with someone that night after working at the bar as a bouncer, but there was always the chance that a fetching thing in tight trousers would try to get their paws down his pants too, especially at the gay hot spots. And that was something that Lance was more than happy to deal with as long as he ended up with such a slim, lithe slip of an otter under him.

"Ohhh..."

He didn't know the otter's name but Lance did not feel as if he had to - not with how the sexy little thing in a mesh shirt and leg warmers (a little too gaudy for him but Lance wasn't about to complain) moaned for him. The otter took his cock like a pro - didn't they all? His hole just seemed to stretch and stretch around him, lips parted in a wide "O" of pleasure, as Lance pressed his legs back to his chest, the otter impossibly flexible. The thick otter-tail thwapped between the bear's thighs but Lance could only smirk subtly, wondering if his fling of the night knew yet what lay between his legs.

The otter could not, had not, have realised, yet and Lance had a treat in store for him as his cock stretched out that tight and wanton hole. He was so close, so very close, to climax, and he had to push on, groaning and growling, hunkering down over his prize as he prepared to savour the triumph of it all. He snarled luxuriously, dark lips curling back softly from his teeth, but the otter was too far gone in his own orgasm, spurting a smaller, weaker load over his stomach as Lance gave all that he had to give.

He was bucking and humping in the throes of orgasm before Lance's mind caught up with what was happening, his orgasm flowing forth, spurt after spurt pumping into the otter. And, in his case, with his huge, swinging nuts, his body held far more than met the eye, although his nuts were already the size of smaller footballs. They were just small enough that he could usually hide them, considering his bulky body and the set of it, but they could not be concealed in the heat of the moment, lust exposing all.

"Oh... Oh, that's..."

The otter's eyes flickered open paws going to his stomach, but all he saw was the bear's cheeky flash of a grin, knowing that he had the upper paw there. For the otter was stuck there until every last drop was spent inside him, even if the pump of cum meant that his lower abdomen was already bloating, his body forced to take more than even naturally it was supposed to contain.

"I thought you wanted it..."

It was not a question as Lance snarled, grabbing the otter's paw and pinning them above his head even as the otter squirmed in pleasure, whimpering and grunting. His orgasm rolled on and on as the otter tried to buck his hips under him, tried to get even more of his fat dick inside him, even as his belly bloated up more and more. There was simply nowhere else for the bear's load to go as the otter's stomach softly swelled, almost able to show every pump as it trembled up larger and larger.

"What..." The otter struggled to get the words out, eyes wide even as seed trickled from his cock, perhaps milked in the peak of pleasure. "What are you?"

Lance smirked, shoving his muzzle close to the otter's, hot breath washing across his face. The otter's was tainted with a hint of alcohol, though not so much that he could have been considered impaired in any way.

"Just a stud, sugar, just a stud... Now, take my load!"

For there was still more than ever before to come as he claimed the otter's muzzle with his lips, kissing him hungrily, feverishly, Lance giving himself over to the lust of it all, snarling and luxuriating in the moment. His cock throbbed and ached and he yearned for more still, his balls swinging, pushing right up to the otter's backside as he bore in as deep as it was possible to go. They churned and ached but still had more than they appeared to contain to spill, so heavy that the skin of his sack was pulled taut and slim under the weight of the testes within.

His otter squirmed and kissed him back weakly, his lower belly pumping up and up and up as if was being inflated in some kind of dream, though it was far from a nightmare as his smaller cock drooled cum. The otter whimpered and shuddered and Lance, true to his word, gave him all that his body possibly had to give, that tight hole closing around him, tighter than ever, though that was not even the sort of thing that drew his attention most of the time. No, it was the swell of the otter's stomach bulging up and up and up as it pushed against his own that caught his mind and made his orgasm course through him all the more fervently. After all, that high of absolute lust had to be satisfied.

Eventually, however, the otter's body could take no more and Lance's orgasm tapered off, his belly left so swollen that, under different circumstances, he could have been mistaken for a heavily pregnant female. The weight of the cum within his belly, however, did not result in a smooth round but a soft one that spilt to either side of his body, commanded by gravity. That could not be helped even as he whimpered, twitching and quivering with lust, though he had gotten all that he could have ever wanted and more from a one night stand, the bear's cock still twitching inside him.

Lance chuckled throatily, rolling his hips just to make the otter groan, cum sloshing and churning in his stomach.

"Poor little otter..."

Thing was, the otter didn't feel sorry for himself at all. Sweeping his paws down his stomach, he whimpered and twisted his head back and forth, lips parted in a low, drawn-out moan.

No... He was not a poor otter. Not at all.

He only wanted more.