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The gentle light of the sun rising over a new morning filtered in through the posts of a wooden window, warming the face of the sleeping otter. It was a wonderful morning, the temperature resting at somewhere between comfortable cool and comfortably warm; out in the distance, the smooth rising-and-falling cadence of waves against the shore served as the nicest of alarm clocks; in the other direction, barely audible through the wooden walls, the whispered conversations of trees swaying in any gentle breeze that happened to pass by and hushed music of an awakening forest floated in with the sounds of the waves, complementing each other and amounting to the soundtrack of a day that was bound to be - to say the least - truly paradisiacal.

That comfortable temperature of the day was elevated to drowsy warmth under the heavy red blanket of the bed the otter laid in - the best part of waking up in the morning was falling back asleep, wasn't it? He was awake and conscious, but kept his eyes closed and rolled over; a familiar scent wafted up and tickled at his nostrils, one that brought an unconscious smile to his face and a slight swish to his thick rudder tail, the equivalent of a canid's tail wagging. The scent was strong - as he was very, very close to its source - and rich, characteristic and unmistakable, heartwarming and relaxing, one that had always brought a calm sense of safety and belonging and that he knew always would.

Keeping his eyes closed, he buried his nose in the ever-soft neckfur of the dark wolf still asleep next to him, replacing the cool scent of trees and seawater with the warm scent of his mate Kai. There was always this feeling in his heart when he woke up and found that wolf next to him, a soft jocund fluttering that lifted his spirit and kept it above the outermost reaches of space... a feeling that would only grow more intense as sweet, sweet time ran its eternal course.

The light washing down over his face angled, changed color just to the slightest degree, grew a bit warmer. The wolf next to him released a jaw-cracking yawn and stretched his arms over his head, bringing them to rest around the otter's back; he snuggled in to this new embrace and let a light shiver run through his body from Kai's claws just barely touching his skin through his thick fur. He could feel the wolf's warm chest rise and fall against him in steady, calm movements: he could feel all the little things that told him Kai was dreaming - the slight kick of one of his legs, maybe his arm tightening around the otter, his tail giving a few faint wags that stirred the blankets of the bed. The unbridled cuteness of it was indescribable.

There was no major movement from either of them for a period of time, with Lukas - the otter - nuzzling into the wolf's fur and snuffling in his scent, and Kai wriggling around in the gentle clutches of whatever dream he was experiencing. Time seemed to move slower during the sleepy mornings than it did at any other time of day, but Lukas didn't mind at all - mornings were usually spent curled up around each other cuddling for hours on end, while afternoons were whiled away in the mines beneath the house - as the two of them lived a solitary existence on this cliff by the sea near a forest - or in that forest, both searching for resources. Indeed it was strange, having no other people around to talk with, but they got by just fine: all Lukas needed to be happy was Kai, and all Kai needed to be happy was Lukas.

They lived in a house they built themselves from the forest around them and what the world gave them. Most of it - parts of the walls and floors of its two stories and attic - were made out of planks of wood, with whole logs used for both aesthetics and structural support. The windows were all open to the outside with two perpendicular crossed posts, which did prove to be a bit of a problem during the rainy season and whenever the insects started up. Because of the house's simple design, often out the otter or wolf make changes to it, sometimes adding another whole room - or, on very rare occasions, an entirely new floor. Lukas actually was planning to add a basement soon: thoughts of this ran through his head, disjointed, while he faded in and out between various levels of drowsy consciousness.

Outside the house there was a maple tree with perpetually orange leaves and a stone brick path that led a full circle around its trunk, as well as heading to various other structures off from the main house. There was a wheat farm and decorative grove of trees - that they had travelled far to retrieve from more snowy regions of the world - to the right; straight forward from the door of the house was a well-irrigated farm for sugar cane; and to the left was another decorative run of trees (some being used every once in a while for wood and tools and the sort), a path leading to the sea, and an open expanse of grass behind the house. Overall, it was a very beautiful world to live in - and with a very beautiful wolf.

Kai squeezed out another yawn and opened his eyes, then said three words, spoken as soft as delicate royal velvet: "Good morning, hon."

His yawn spread to the otter in his arms, who took a moment to dispel that before replying. "Morning, dear," he purred, speech slurred by the slight presence of sleepiness that still controlled a small part of his brain. "How'd you sleep? I know I was tired after last night."

The previous night, they had completed the roof for the room that held the domestic feral farm animals in - that was in a different wing of the house, though, so they weren't affected by the scent unless they walked directly by the door or a window from outside. "Pretty good. I had a dream about you, cutie... you just never leave my head."

"I wondered what you were dreaming about... you were moving around and making all sorts of little noises, and it was just really cute." The otter leaned forward and pressed his nose to his mate's, looking into his serene deep emerald eyes. "Do we have anything planned for today? I know we have to finish the fence at the edge of the cliff out back, and there's still a hole in the roof of the attic I need to get to fixing."

"Actually, I thought we could just relax today... it's nice outside, the sun is shining, there's nothing to do that really requires our immediate attention. Also -" he lapped his tongue out against the nose of the otter, who gave a soft giggle - "I was planning to give you a little gift today."

"Gift? What kind?" Lukas grinned - Kai often treated him to cute little surprises, one of the reasons he was so happy and upbeat all the time.

"It's a secret, you'll see. Now shush, cutie, before I keep it for myself."

"Aw, don't be like that!" Lukas playfully pawed at the wolf's soft black chest, letting his claws just gently scritch the skin underneath. "Did you make it? Is it something I can hold in one paw?"

"...I guess you could say I made it, and yes, you can hold it - some of it, that is - in one paw, but you might want to use two." Kai cracked a white-fanged grin, bright in contrast with his ebony fur, and Lukas could once again feel his tail waggle and stir the covers.

"What is it?"

"I said you'll see!" Kai placed a kiss in the middle of his mate's forehead, then slipped out of the bed; his dark form stood out against the tan of the walls, his fur shining as if it really was woven out of ebony fibers. Fully nude - as he was every night and morning - Lukas could see the contours and nuances in his fur where muscles rippled underneath, most noticeably in his chest and stomach area. Lukas watched, captivated, as the black wolf made his way over to the other side of the room to get his clothes from the dresser: sleek legs moving past each other, a fine pair of balls and a firm sheath between them where they met the rest of his body; a soft and impressive tail that swayed back and forth, back and forth as he walked, bringing into and out of view a toned and tasty rear end, above which where the muscles of his smooth back visibly tensing and loosening under fur that had the unrivaled sheen of fine-polished metal.

Not a day went by without the otter wondering what in life he had done for karma to reward him with this wolf.

Kai pulled a pair of tan pants up his legs - after bending over to open the bottom drawer and get them - breaking the otter's admiring concentration, then picked up a plain white shirt. While there was no obligation to wear clothing due to their solitude and disconnection from any other population of people, they still did, to protect themselves from bugs and wounds - and, of course, to keep them from getting distracted by each other's bodies too often. "I was gonna go for a walk down the - ahhh... - beach. Wanna come with me?" he asked, interrupted by another yawn; he held out another pair of pants and shirt for the otter.

"Of course, dear." Lukas stood and approached, then blushed when he noticed Kai smiling while looking him over - he then noticed that the tip of his cock was poking out from his sheath, a point of pink in front of a suede sea of creamy off-white, and blushed deeper. "I - I'm sorry," he stammered, covering himself with his paws out of embarrassment, "I was watching you, and - and I just woke up, and -"

"Hey hey hey now... don't be sorry, babe." Kai placed the clothes back in the drawer and stepped forward, taking Lukas's wrists gently in his paws and pulling them away. "Why didn't you tell me before I got my pants on? We could've saved time..."

"W-we?" Lukas watched as his mate removed his paw from his wrists and began unbuttoning his pants. He truly loved when Kai was firm and straightforward like this, even if he showed his inherent shyness instead: a purr arose in his throat when those brown pants dropped to the floor and revealed the wolf's legs once again, bringing to view his flawless form in all its unclothes splendor.

"Of course, we..." murred the wolf in response, hooking his foot around the leg of a chair nearby and pulling it closer, which he then sat down in. He sat at an angle, balls in his sack divided by the corner of the seat: his tail flowed out behind him and over the edge of the seat, the tip swinging back and forth in absent rhythm. "...Unless you would like for me to treat you to a bit of a show, my sweet Luke?"

All Lukas could do was nod, feeling an electric pulse surge through the lower regions of his body with each movement of his eyes. Kai just looked so fine in that chair - the one the wolf had carved of a single block of wood for him, as part of a birthday present - that it was hard for him to keep still: he was leaning back with his legs spread apart, tail still swaying and swinging; he had one paw on his thigh while the other was wrapped around his sheath with his fingers moving back and forth in a tantalizing massage; he rubbed the pad of his thumb in slow deliberate circles on the tip of his succulent red wolfmeat that had slowly slid out with his massages. His sharp green jewel eyes were focused on his mate, locking up and down every millimeter of the otter's body in wide swathes, drinking in the blue tattoos that snaked their ways through his fur; the darker brown fur of the exterior parts of his arms, legs, and back, and the dry cream on his inner thighs, groin, stomach, neck, and bottom of his muzzle; his shy tangerine eyes, looking up and meeting his own under subconsciously lowered lids; and the tip and next half-inch or so of his own cock that almost visibly continued to grow from his just watching.

"You like this, don't you?" Kai moved one finger from his sheath and wrapped it in a lazy hold around his slowly growing cock, dragging his paw up and down, up and down, up and down what of his length had been coaxed out of his velvet sheath. "Why don't you... come here and give me a bit of help, sexy otter of mine?" Absolutely everything about him at this time was sexy: that one question - no, no, that command veiled as a question - was more than enough for Lukas to get involved.

He stopped forward and closed the distance between his mate and himself, urged on further by a single clawed finger beckoning from the wolf's free paw. Kai removed the other paw from his cock and brought it to his muzzle, then slid his tongue out and made a deliberate lick up each of his pads. "That's right..." he murred when Lukas knelt down between his legs, "get down and suck, babe... you'll get your reward, don't worry. You're no stranger to this, naughty otter..."

And, indeed, Lukas wasn't - he was about as familiar with Kai's crotch as he was with his muzzle. And, oh, how it turned him on when the wolf spoke to him like he just did! Strong, forceful, powerful, urgent... Lukas felt as if any touch at all to his already-throbbing cock would send him over, and this feeling was intensified tenfold when he leaned down and inhaled the wolf's musk from the night. Yet another thing he loved about the impeccable wolf was the scent that consumed all others and stuck in his nose, so thick he could almost taste it - and from four inches away!: it was rich and delicious, a heavy, moist aroma that still somehow held a hint of dry spice in it, a bold and unforgettable scent that always remained in his nose and mind longer than any other... thought, not that he minded in the slightest, of course. Scents were a huge part of sex and love to the otter, always being something that he focused on even when not trying to: the tang of sweat, which was a lot like fine parmesan - unattractive by itself alone but wonderful when paired with something else; the heavy presence of saliva - or other body fluids - that should make the nose curl in any other situation; the almost-overbearing scent of the wolf's seed, the smell as this as what it came from... any of those - or all of those, why not - combined with the wolf's natural aroma... never had there been anything so euphoric.

Lukas cupped Kai's sack in one of his paws and moved his fingers in a wave over the surface, giving a soft smile and lick to his lips with the movement of the plump balls within. He could feel the warmth of Kai's body already begin to seep in to the pads of his paw and through the thick fur between those pads - he moved his other paw up and brushed his fingerpads up the wolf's almost fully hard length (just his knot remained to be revealed) and was shocked once more at its tasty heat.

"IT's not going to suck itself, hon," murmured Kai, his rich voice resonating clear in Lukas's ears despite its actual volume. "Yes, breathe in the scent- breathe it in deep... ooh, sweetie, I can see you salivating. Go ahead: one lick. That's all it takes."

That's all it ever did take: just one single lick. Lukas always tried to get as much out of that one lick that he could - he parted his lips and let his tongue hang out of his mouth, then leaned in that remaining four inches and pressed his tongue to the base of the wolf's cock - right above his sheath, inside of which was the swell of his knot clearly visible. It didn't even take a full lick for the otter to be swamped with that undefeatable want for more, the vibrant taste from that one point of contact having already taken over what small fraction of his brain was still alive to think and silenced it, removing all will - and all ability - to act of his own decision or accord. He was now under full and total control of this beautiful black-furred wolf who held his psychological chain firmly in a powerful fist.

Lukas slowly tilted his head upwards, which in turn brought his tongue up the contoured underside of the thick meat. Kai leaned his own head back and released an exhalation that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan when Lukas completed this lick, adding a little flick to the end that sent a drip of pre flying. There wasn't a millisecond's hesitation before the otter went back down and did it again, then again, and again, each time pressing his tongue down this just a bit more fervency, each time moving his head up with just a bit more speed. It was strange, how control could be gained over him by just a few words and a lick - not that he was complaining. If he could do this instead of chop wood for the house, he would do this each and every time.

He felt the pressure of a paw on his head behind his ears, and knew that was enough of that: he completed his current lick before tilting the throbbing cock towards his mouth, using two fingers and his thumb to pull Kai's sheath back and finally reveal his knot, juicy and plump, formidable. The heat on his tongue and lips could be felt before the meat itself - Lukas's tail gave an anticipatory flick at both this and the smell still stuck in his nose and on his tongue, and when he closed his lips around the blunt tip, rapture washed over him: it was amazing how just the wolf's cock was enough to elicit such a powerful feeling in him - and he just had the tip sitting on the precipice of his tongue.

The paw on the back of Lukas's head urged him to descend further, and so, he did: the veins in Kai's meat slide over his tongue and past his lips, and at one point, he could feel - or more taste - a drop of pre dribble off the tip and onto the base of his tongue.

"Faster..." murred Kai, his ears flattening and then rising back up with no apparent rhythm. "You've had your time, otter. I want to cum in your mouth and on your tongue, but... that's not going to happen any time soon at this rate.

Lukas instantly obeyed once more, keeping his paw at the base of the wolf's knot to keep that beautiful cock tilted towards him while he began bobbing up and down, up and down. Kai tilted his head back once more and parted his lips ever-so-slightly to breathe out a soft blissful moan, and out of the corner of one of Lukas's half-closed eyes, his tail had picked up speed in swaying over the edge of the wooden chair he sat on. Up, down, up, down; Lukas felt the contours and nuances in the flesh of the smooth cock push past and slide over his tight lips, and with each new descent, felt it push in a bit further - which wasn't completely of his doing, but, once more, he didn't mind that. He decide to just say there wasn't much in the world that he did mind.

The movement of Kai's body was made clear to him by sound and what little twitches his eyes could catch alone, as every other fragment of the otter's consciousness was focused on another part of him. The semi-gentle pushes up with his hips and abdomen were the most obvious, as Lukas could see the wolf rise up and then fall back down; his tail swung and swayed with the tip flicking back and forth; his toes would clench for a period of time and then unclench, as would the muscles in his belly, his jaw, and the paw on Lukas's head. Once again - as the two mates had several times before - they had floated off into their own world and now were lost there, with no current hope (or want) of ever finding their way back. Heated pleasure and bright enjoyment came together in both of their bodies, their source the warm and moist surface of Lukas's tongue.

Kai pulled the otter's head down onto him with force, at the same time pushing his hips upward and arching his back. His rich musk filled Lukas's nose and his cock occupied his throat, cutting of his breath for the time it was there. He fell back and released his head; Lukas continued bobbing up and down - sometimes deepthroating the wolf again at the peak of another descent - and began tilting and twisting his head to give that extra pleasure. As he worked - as Kai writhed and moaned in his chair - he reached a paw down and massaged his sheath, from which his own hard meat had already emerged. He stroked himself, fast and hard, as he moved his head and pleasured his mate; yes, Lukas was an otter, but he still had a canid's knot at the base of his length... it was something he had long since ceased questioning, as it brought him pleasure, it was sexy, and - as far as he could tell - Kai thought it sexy as well, and that was good enough for him. Lukas couldn't even try to hold back his moans, sounds of pleasure elicited only from the quick movement of his paw along his shaft and the extra stimulation provided by the taste and aroma of this dominant wolf on his tongue and in his nose. He always thought of this as wonderful, a true depiction of their love and how much they meant to each other - their movements and moans, how they gasped and sighed together, the private pleasure and bliss that they shared so intimately. Kai's paw moved with his mate's head, moving up and down, fingers holding tight, claws scratching he skin beneath the thick coffee fur; the black wolf varied and lurching movement showed how much enjoyment he really did draw from this. It was all clear in how his panting and sighging grew steadily louder, ho his grip on Lukas's head and the urgency with which he pushed it down - and his hips up - too increased, how his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth lazily opened from which rising moans originated, and then, then, then -

Once again the wolf howled out a rapturous moan, pushed his hips far up, pulled Lukas's head roughly down, flick his tail, arched his back, stretched every muscle in his body simultaneously - everything at once, and then shot multiple ropes of his hot seed deep into Lukas's mouth and throat, making him gag and splutter with what he couldn't swallow before being released. The thick white cum that he didn't swallow ran down his chin like only half-molten lava and dribbled onto both the seat of the chair and the fur of Kai's thighs.

Lukas looked up and Kai looked down, both panting; the otter was still stroking himself as he licked what was left of his mate's cum off of his lips and chin, and the wolf was slouching back in his chair with one paw limp on his arm beside him and the other paw on his groin, thumb elevating his exhausted meat up off his muscled belly and the rest of his fingers gently cupping his soft-furred sack.

Lukas leaned back on his knees and tail with one paw holding himself up for extra balance, his other paw still sliding up and down his haft, glistening with pre; as he did this, Kai stood - then wobbled a bit - and stroked his own still-hard meat. Lukas closed his eyes and licked his lips, already knowing what was coming: the wolf stood over him, still slowly stroking himself, then moaned and moved his paw to his knot as a stream of almost-clear liquid began flowing out of his tip and onto the waiting otter's muzzle, who was too still stroking himself. It ran down his muzzle, cutting little dark lukewarm rivulets in the fur of his neck and chest or sides of his muzzle as it descended, dripping off and splashing down on his already-wet cock, the paw that stroked it with increasing force, and the heated fur around that.

It was a bit of a strange thing, yes - something they had started only fairly recently, after wanting to see what it was like - but they both liked it, and, to Lukas, there was nothing sexier after sucking off his mate.,

"You like that, don't you, you dirty otterslut?" murred Kai as the stream began to dwindle. "You like having my warm piss run down our body and through your fur." Lukas nodded and moaned a bit, moving his free paw up and down his soaked chest, eyes till closed with the other paw stroking his meat - it wasn't long at all before he bucked against his paw and spurted his own cum out onto that already-wet fur, hips lifted up off the floor and abdominal muscles clenched tightly. Kai grinned in seeing this and then reached a paw down to help his mate up after giving him some time to catch his breath.

Lukas took his paw and stood, still panting softly. "Thanks," he breathed, putting his arm around the wolf, "that was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed that."

"Me too." Kai nuzzled his mate, but scrunched his face into a gentle wince when he smelled his urine. "W... was I too rough? I mean, I kind of felt, but I wasn't -"

"No, no, that was fine. That was just fine." Lukas licked his lips again and smiled. "You know how much I love it when you call me those dirty names, hon..."

"Yes, I do." Kai kissed the otter's nose as he murred. "We should probably go get cleaned up..."

"I'll start the shower, babe,." Lukas stood on his toes - as Kai was a bit taller than him - and placed a kiss back onto his black nose. "Love you."

"Love you too."

~ ~ ~

The sun hung high in the sky among random puffs of clouds, blank adornments on soft blue fabric, shining its warmth down over the world, including the line of serene sandy beach that ran behind the house and that the somewhat-dry wolf and somewhat-drier otter walked, paw-in-paw, both wearing soft genuine smiles. They had showered together, and had spent a bit of time in doing so: they had taken turns washing each other, the movement of their paws over the other's body slowly becoming less purpose-based and more pleasure-driven, and from there turning deeper and more intimate, focus turning to the parts of their bodies that had caused the messes in their fur - and, from that, they got dirty all over again and had to spend even more time getting clean once more.

Lethargic waves lapped up against the off-white shore under their feet, turning their footprints into blunted memories before erasing them quickly from the soft sand. The sky seemed to reflect the water instead of the other way around: it was soft and smooth, the deep ponderous blue of molten sapphire.

Lukas rested his head on his mate's shoulder as they walked, paws held close between the two. Neither of them wore a shirt, as it was decided the day was warm enough not to, and nothing under their matching tan-brown pants. "...Did I remember to lock the door...?"

"Why does it matter?" Kai giggled softly and brushed his tail against Lukas's. "We haven't met anyone else out here, and I doubt we will .Oh, and in case you're wondering, I cleaned up the floor when you were getting ready to go."

It was weird, talking about sex while not in the middle of it; though, admittedly, the mention and memory of that did awaken a stirring in the otter's sheath. He looked out over the water, trying to put his mind off that and urge his tip to retreat back into his sheath (for he thought it was too soon after their last romp to o at it again, and was almost certain that Kai felt the same). "Look, hon," he said after a while, pointing out into the middle of the water, "if you look close enough, you can see squids - see? There's one now. And one over there, too."

And, indeed, he could. They were dark, hard to see if they were at all far below the surface: they moved smoothly, silent shadows gliding over and past each other in gently water. Kai stopped and watched, Lukas stopping beside him: there was a smile lifting the corners of the wolf's lips and slow flick to his tail while his eyes danced around in following the creatures' movements. "Have you ever seen one really close to the surface, or caught somewhere, washed up on shore?" he mused, voice soft in reflection. "They're nowhere near as... dark as they seem now: actually, they're a light, rich blue, much like the color of your tattoos."

Lukas gave his mate's paw a squeeze and kissed his cheek, the smile having spread from the wolf's face to his own. His tail curled around Kai's legs, and he was delighted when he felt the gesture returned, the wolf's soft fur tickling his skin. He felt warm paws on his shoulders turn him, and he looked up into charismatic glowing green eyes.

Kai rubbed his nose against the otter's, murring softly as he did,. "I love you, Lukas," he murmured, eyes half-closed, "my one, my only, the reason I still live today. I love you very much, much more than you think I do; I'm not sure you fully realize that."

Lukas rubbed his nose back, unable to hide his wide grin; the sound of the waves and wind served as calming music only half-heard in the background underneath their speech. "Oh, my dear Kai... I couldn't even try to get across just how much you mean to me. It's... amazing, really, how we've been through just so much, and yet... we're still together, as happy about it as we've ever been. There's nobody I would rather fall asleep next to and wake up next to each night and morning, nobody I'd rather watch work shirtless on the house or fields, nobody with which I'd share the pleasure you can only give me and that I can only give you..." The otter sighed softly and placed his paw in the middle of his mate's chest, feeling the soft fur under his fingers, letting his claws cut down and through the sweet blackness. "There's... nobody I'd rather love. Nobody I'd fuck, kiss... or so much as hug if it meant losing you. You're my world and my universe, Kai, the whole entirety of everything that means anything to me. You're... the sun to my earth, the life to my body. I love you."

Kai grinned - his tail was wagging visibly behind him - then leaned in and pressed his lips, in a passionate display of emotions, to Lukas's, and didn't pull back for a fair amount of time. Here on the beach, beneath a sky of cotton clouds and placid blue, they were locked in a world of their own - each other's arms, their hearts, their spirits, held together by the lock of their lips, a bond as everlasting and enduring as time and existence themselves. Lukas's eyes drifted shut and he once more slid into pristine bliss, wings of joy held aloft in the warm currents of passion.

The tilt of the wolf's head reciprocated the alike turn of Lukas's own, but in the opposite direction: Kai's paws moved up and down his back, stroking his fur in the familiar and calming ways only he could. Kai murred into his mouth, soft and gentle and almost inaudible, and his own steady purr reflected both that an d the joyful eminence of the combined energy of their hearts. The taste of his tongue, the warm pressure of his lips, the strength in his arms and paws - all things so familiar yet so different each and every time the otter felt them: always different, but never things he didn't love.

The slow determination with which they kissed, slid off the other's lips, and then kissed again, and again, and again, sent a happy shivering chill up Lukas's spine that resonated in all of his limbs - a shiver that Kai noticed and smiled into the kiss because of. There was a certain kind of power in this, the kind of power that made their heartbeats fast and heavy and cleared their minds of anything and everything other than this, right here, right now. Such rich sweetness, such tender passion... none of it could ever be rivaled by anything. The fierceness in each beat of Lukas's heart, the excited swaying of Kai's tail, the sill-present stir in both of their sheaths and revealed tips - everything together amounted to the top epitome of grand, raw joy. And, that stir was getting a bit overpowering, as Lukas could feel the chill of his pants zipper on his meat.

It seemed Kai felt the same; his paws slid from Lukas's back to his sides, and from there to his front. It was natural, then, to pull out of the kiss and lean back a bit - with his arms on his mate's shoulders and paws locked behind his neck for balance so as not to fall over, of course - and let the wolf do as he would. Kai's paws tailed down the otter's belly to the bulge in the front of his pants, caressing it softly, massaging what was beneath the fabric in his fingers. Lukas breathed out a soft sigh with his cock becoming harder and sliding further out of his sheath: Kai's rubbing became more powerful and urgent, and his other paw worked at the button and zipper holding in what it was that he desired.

The otter's pants dropped to his ankles, and then were kicked aside In the sand. His gingers were warm and gentle, as they always were, while he teased his just-aroused mate, swirling those wonderful fingers of his around or tracing his claw up the otter's length... Lukas gritted his teeth and shivered., He always forgot just how great it felt to receive the same things he loved so much to give - but, oh, did Kai ever remind him of that otherworldly pleasure.

The wolf got down on one knee and continued rubbing Lukas's sack in one paw, his other paw just barely running up and down his length - enough to be felt and bring a slight hold of pleasure, yet not enough to be satisfactory. The otter placed one paw on Kai's head and pulled him closer; he responded and obeyed, dragging his tongue in a single lick up the hard pink underside - to this, Lukas shivered once more, recalling how he had done just the same before their shower. The wolf's tongue was warm, moist, luscious; absolutely wonderful in all senses, reaffirming this fact with each new rapturous lick up the visibly-hardening ottercock. Such a breathtaking - literally - combination of feelings...

If an action could be beautiful, everything Kai did was. Lukas gave another soft pull on his head: as a response, he had his cock tilted down a bit, his sheath pulled back to reveal his knot - and, in turn, the rest of his now-fully-hard cock - and then had warm, warm lips draw closed around his tip, Kai's tongue dancing freely over it. Lukas couldn't help but moan, then, and involuntary buck of his hips causing him to lurch forward. Kai kept that paw behind the otter's knot, every once in a while giving a soft tug or pull with the small movements of his head over the tip. These movements became deeper and deeper, eventually turning into steady back-and-forth bobs that had his otter breathing another euphoric sigh at the apex of each.

Kai pulled back off of the otter's cock and licked the drip of pre off of his lips. Lukas looked down at him and Kai looked up back at him; still doing that, the obsidian wolf reached his free paw down and undid his pants as well, bringing into view his own throbbing hard cock - and his knot was already out of his sheath. His paw fell from Lukas's cock as he rolled over and held himself up on his paws and knees, legs spread and tail raised. "Come on," he murred, reaching a paw back to his rump and stretching his tailhole. "You know you want this."

Lukas bent down without pause and spread the wolf's cheeks his with paws, then leaned in and slid his tongue up his tailhole, puckered pink in the midst of an ebony sea. He could feel Kai's shuddering moan of pleasure and bent in deeper, swirling his tongue around that one spot before angling it and sliding into his hole. Lukas kept the movement of his tongue constant yet small and steady, moving his head forward and back to compensate for his mate's shivers and lurches; the inside of the wolf was hot and his tailhole tight around his tongue, which he slid and out between periods of lapping at the outside, his nose buried under the base of the soft black tail.

He rose - saw Kai panting gently, smiled - and held his paws on the wolf's hips, his tip rubbing against Kai's slickened and already slightly-loosened tailhole. He bent down over the wolf and pushed in: Kai gasped out as he slid in, tight warmth surrounding his blunt tip and first half-inch of his cock. The saliva all along both Lukas's length and Kai's hole made this a lot easier than if it was absent; Lukas didn't stop as he continued sliding in, thick meat stretching his mate wide.

"Fuck..." breathed Kai with a supplementary push back. His tail curled around the body of the otter pushing always deeper into him, filling him with a different kind of warmth, a different kind of presence, than anything he had ever felt. It was the kind of warmth that kept the rose of his blush in his cheeks, the kind of presence inside him that made him moan out curse words he would never say otherwise... it was the kind of feeling that turned him into exactly what he was: an animal, panting, moaning, slavering, bent over on his paws and knees with his tail raised while an otter - with a canine's cock, knotted and everything! - penetrated him. It was a good thing he loved being this animal more than he loved being anything else.

A particularly sharp push into him brought him back into the world, but not without a soft groan. He could feel himself loosening as Lukas slid further into him, the contours of his meat enhancing the heated pleasure both of them received. Kai pushed back against his mate, feeling the wide knot press to his tailhole in retaliation; he groaned again when the otter wiggled inside him - a strange and indescribable yet wonderful sensation in his lower back, far in his body from the surface - and then began pulling out, as slowly and carefully as he had pushed in.

This was how it always went: slow start with a gradual acceleration that, In the end, drew to a final climax more powerful than either of them would have thought, then suddenly dropping off into something more calm and quiet than the beginning. It was the music of their souls, a grand Symphonia Passionata: prelude in adagio, movements with another accelerando and cadenza in each, then a finale - vivace, fortissimo, al tallone! - and then, drastic rallentando, ritardando, decrescendo, final ending chord, silence. That's how it went.

Lukas began pushing back in and Kai lurched gently forward with him, paw grasping at bare sand that just came up and seeped through his fingers. He panted softly, and then ventured as far as to reach back and stroke himself: however, this threw off his balance, and he returned to his original position with the next push. Behind him, Lukas panted and moaned almost as much as he did - if not more - and remained bent over, hips steadily moving to and fro, tail and back arched, bent over the wolf and pulling him towards himself whenever he pushed in or pushing away whenever he pulled out. He could feel Kai's occasional clench or twitch, and jolted and gasped whenever it happened due to his delicious tightness. "You okay, hon?"

"Y... yeah." Kai exhaled and licked his lips, feeling his mate's knot against him once more. "Yeah, I'm good. Feel like there's a telephone pole stuck up inside me, but yeah, I'm fine."

"Oh, shut up, you." Lukas giggled and gently ran his teeth up Kai's neck, with his tongue licking at the surface while he continued the slow, steady movements of his hip sand abdomen. Kai murred and tilted his head to the side, revealing more of his neck; beneath him his cock visibly throbbed and Lukas took it in his paw and began stroking the pre-soaked member. This urged Kai to begin moving his hips on his own - pulling the otter further out and pushing further in to his paw. There was almost a bit of delay between their actions: Lukas would push in and utter a moan, and then, slightly after, Kai would lurch forward and the sigh would pass through him as well, and with it, another wave of ecstasy.

Their movements sped up as Lukas's lust and urgency grew - Kai took it, breath interspersed with varied moans, pants, gasps, and the like - and rocked back and forth under his mate, pain greatly overcome by the swift-moving numbing pleasure. He could feel the otter's knot press against him, stretching him just a bit further each time; he could feel the irregular breathing patterns of his mate through the contact of their bodies, chest on back; he could feel the fast, powerful strokes up and down his cock, the clenching and unclenching of the jaw on his bare neck, the deepening thrusts and growing moans in his ear...

Lukas threw his head back and pushed his knot into the wolf, moving his paws back to the black-furred hips to stretch his body and arch his back straight while his cum spurted out deep inside Kai, who yelped out when the knot entered him and then drooled out a paradisiacal sigh, his own cum shooting out and conglomerating in the sand, his tailhole clenching around the base of Lukas's cock each time his own meat spat out more. Kai's tail dropped from around the otter and too fell to the sand, his body moving gently with the dying remnants of his panting; drained of all energy, he dropped his head and closed his eyes. "Ah fffuck..."

"Yeah... exactly what I was thinking." Lukas slouched over him, their tie keeping him locked inside his mate, and lapped his tongue in a few ginger licks to the spot on the onyx neck he had bitten into. The gentle crashing of waves and the whispering of breezes through fertile treetops replaced their sighs, moans, grunts and groans, their Symphonia Passionata.

"Love you, Lukas," breathed the wolf, his voice just barely above a whisper, almost indistinguishable from the waves.

"I love you too, Kai," purred Lukas," more than I could ever hope to fully express. My sweet, sweet mate."

The shadows of the squids in the water swirled and drifted around, half-visible specters in a world different from Earth and a world different from the one of Kai and Lukas.