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They had seen him a few times now. He would come to their secluded part of the forest where the biggest pond was fed by the creek. It was here they played in every sense of the word, carefree siblings living as lovers, splashing and diving in delight. Both were sleek brown river otters, him slightly denser and longer, her slimmer and sleeker especially in the face yet more pronounced in her hips. Setting them apart more was the lilac tucked behind her ear and the seashell bangle on a cord around his neck. They knew the nuances of their bodies well, and they had come to know the stranger from a distance.

Desmond never interacted with the otters, but he knew they were around. He would sit at the bank and dip his feet in the pond to unwind. So secluded was the pond that the otters could play all day without prying eyes, and Desmond too took advantage of the privacy when he visited. He had been growing increasingly bold in the presence of the otters, and he seemed to enjoy in an exhibitionist way how they watched him when he stroked his knotted cock and curled his toes in the water.

The brother and sister approached Desmond in that order, thinking oversexed thoughts of at last greeting this stranger whom came to their watering hole so often. Everything about him seemed endearing and inoffensive; and anybody who enjoyed the pleasure of an orgasm in their domain was certainly a like-minded friend.

Both otters circled Desmond's feet and bumped into his toes. They startled him to stop his self-abuse and then they surfaced, both smiling like shy little imps. With their webbed paws, they stroked Desmond's legs up to the bottoms of his shorts and when their eyes were not on his own, they stared at his alien penis.

"As often as you come to our home, we should finally meet you face to face," the brother said with a smile. He languidly slid his paw down Desmond's leg.

"You can talk?" Desmond murmured.

"Of course we can talk," said the brother with a chuckle.

"I think there's something more important here than talking anyway," the sister grinned. Her little paws were much more bold than those of her brother. She swam up between Desmond's legs and fondled the thick bulk of his knot with much interest.

A dumb smile crept across Desmond's face. "I must be dreaming here, pinch me." When the brother did so with a smirk, Desmond winced but he chose to brush it off. What had begun as a remedial jerk in the woods had suddenly taken a turn for the interesting. Without a second thought for the dryness of his clothes, he plucked the girl out of the water and cradled her in his arm. That dumb smile fast became a devilish one and he brushed his padded fingers against the noticeable slit of her pussy.

"Ooh, oh, you're so much bigger than I am," the girl meekly laughed. For an otter of normal proportions and feral size, even an average two-legged creature such as Desmond was like a giant. "Be gentle with me..."

Slowly Desmond eased his finger past those supple, slick pussylips. Even through all of the water on her body, he could feel the contradictory slick stickiness of her vaginal passage on his pads. For as small as she was in his arm, her pussy felt like a second skin around his digit. As he pumped her she began to croon and writhe. Her small, lean body arched and twisted in ways Desmond could only envy but the idle clench of her cunt was a stubborn constant. It seemed that for all his fingering and pumping, she became no looser. That would be an issue.

Exhibiting the same boldness as his sister, the brother climbed up onto the bank and draped himself across Desmond's thigh. The foxcoon's cock fell under his webbed paws, and though it proved to be a lot of ground to cover, he admirably fondled the knotted flesh with a wide grin on his face. What did it for him most of all was to see his sister gasping and whimpering under the stranger's ministrations. He could smell her musk and it was clear to see how the fox's finger stretched her. Voyeurism, so thought the brother, was a fun activity indeed.

Under Desmond's earnest touch, the girl curled her toes and clenched her eyes shut. She palmed Desmond's snout and whimpered to him in what could only be orgasmic bliss, and indeed the tight little otter squirted on the stranger's finger. Desmond was nothing if not a thorough lover and he pumped her harshly throughout her climax. He even prodded his pinky against her tail hole, but it was much too small and snug, and so he didn't go beyond a firm rub there. Soon Desmond slid his finger out of the otter girl. Exhibiting the same lack of shame as his new friends, he sucked his finger clean and savored the taste of the girl.

"Ooh... And all this time we'd been hiding and avoiding you," she giggled. "If only we'd known..."

Desmond smiled slyly and flicked the otter's clit. Tender post-release, she gasped and arched her flexible spine. "Your mate here's enjoying himself. Maybe he should get a turn too?"

Both otters chuckled coyly. "Maybe we could be called that, but we're brother and sister by blood," the brother explained.

Just then, Desmond was easing the pretty otter girl into the grass nearby. There she lay, prone and cooing, and she reached up to straighten the lilac tucked behind her ear.

"Brother and sister, huh," Desmond said with an unsavory smile. "Incest?"

"If that's the word for it," the brother sheepishly chuckled. "But that's not a problem, is it?"

"No, no," Desmond murmured, lifting the brother from the water much like he'd done with the girl. Rather than cradle him, Desmond sat the brother on his knee. With just as curious a touch as he had shown with the girl, he brushed the same finger against the otter's plush sheath. It was proportional to his body and endearingly cute. "There's no problems here."

A broad smile spread across the brother otter's snout and his hind legs splayed needlessly wider. Slowly his tapered, pink shaft emerged from its sheath and into the gentle grip of Desmond's thumb and forefinger. He was soon stroked firmly and quickly, and to receive this from such an unfamiliar touch, he crooned pleasurably and leaned back into Desmond's supporting palm.

It took very little time for the full length of the otter's cock to emerge from its sheath. A great many ideas were occurring to the otter, but Desmond had the dominant touch. The otters had become his playthings and this was steadily becoming apparent.

Before Desmond proceeded with the boy, he eased him back into the grass beside his sister where they immediately snuggled, presenting themselves adorably to their new friend. Desmond grinned down at them as he shucked off his clothes, unveiling an athletic body not too far a cry from the naturally lean swimmer builds of the otters.

As if handling a doll, Desmond hoisted up the boy otter again with his paws around the river-dweller's middle. Near the girl, he laid back in the grass and put himself out in a prone sprawl. His legs were spread wide and bent at the knees, and predictably, this soon became interesting to the sister whom began nuzzling and kissing Desmond's knotted cock and balls with easy access.

Nose to nose with Desmond and in his grip, the male otter smiled bashfully and rubbed the foxcoon's snout. This was but a cute, brief gesture undermined by Desmond's dirty grin and the moment was ended when he turned the otter around. Then came a surprise for the lutrine as Desmond nosed up under the cute, damp thing's rudder for a slobbery lap across his tightly-puckered and unmolested tail hole.

"Aaah! Our new friend teases in many ways," the brother sighed, grinding his rear back earnestly. Desmond's rimming was soon hot and heavy, his big and broad tongue much too large for the otter's pucker, yet that sweetened things considerably.

The male found that this position put the tip of Desmond's knotted cock in reach of his lips and paws perfectly. Not one to waste an opportunity at pleasure, he began to kiss and lap against the drooling flesh, and what he did not kiss he molested with his webbed paws. The pre Desmond had to offer was more than a mouthful for the blushing, smiling otter, and when he didn't care to drink it down he basked in how it smeared across his snout.

Rudder wiggling and loins quivering, the sister fondled Desmond's balls in her mitts. The relatively large size of this new playmate was incredibly enticing, and the new smells and tastes of his body furthered her desire to explore. Soon she pressed her long body broadside against Desmond's genitals and she met her brother near the tip for an incestuous kiss as the foxcoon's pre lubricated their tongues.

Ever a shameless lay, Desmond deepened his slobbering. Trails of viscous drool ran down the otter's slender belly, but first across his balls and the swollen, tapered length of his penis. It added to a dewy mess of saliva and otter pre in his downy chest fur and it left the otter lewdly stuck to him.

"I like our new friend," the boy gasped to his sister.

The sister smiled in her demure way. She was unabashedly dry-humping Desmond's crotch, grinding all of her stiffening, pink nipples against his male flesh. "I do too," she whispered to him. "Is his tongue nice?"

"Ah, very," the brother bashfully huffed.

Such playful and high praise from a pair of naughty otters kept the smirk on Desmond's face. His soft paws began to caress the boy's sleek body where water-slicking fur was soft under his pads and pleasing to the touch. A much more pleasurable feeling of lutrine fur was the girl's belly against his loins.

In time the boy began to buck and grind. He was dry-humping his needful cock into Desmond's fur, smearing around the mess they made together and all the while lapping and kissing both Desmond's cocktip and his sister's lips alternately but with equal hunger. Together they took Desmond far along the path to his orgasm, and the sister especially savored how the knotted flesh throbbed so harshly against her body. Its size was enormous, simply too much for a girl of her size, but it was enticing for that reason.

Desmond shifted and he started to sit up. He did so slowly, giving his otter friends time to move out of the way. The girl stayed put, more or less, but the boy hopped down and leaned over the fox's thigh as if it were a countertop. Both otters wore content, blushing smiles and they rubbed fondly where they rested.

"My turn again?" the sister giggled.

"Not quite," Desmond grinned at the brother. It was then that he picked up the male again and held his wiggly body around the middle. Whatever smile was on his face vanished when he felt Desmond's too-large cocktip awkwardly brushing his drool-smeared pucker. This set the brother squirming in Desmond's grip and the sister could only watch speechlessly. Desmond slid a paw down the otter's body until he had a grip around his hips, and with this finer control, he brought the writhing lutrine down against his swollen cock. Although the boy began to hiss and swipe, he couldn't stop Desmond. The foxcoon determinedly penetrated him and the stretch left the otter weeping, but not crying out for his sense of dignity.

As Desmond's swollen foxcock reamed the brother's anal passage open, he groaned and grinned in what was clearly sick pleasure. Down he pulled the otter whom finally broke down and began to cry out in pain, which started his sister crying too. She ineffectually watched with tears running down her cheeks, daring not to defy someone who could sling her by the tail or break an otter in half if he were crossed.

To a vixen his size, Desmond's knot was an agreeable size and a simple challenge. As it kissed against the otter brother's widely-gaped asshole, it was a terrible threat. To him, it embodied the folly of letting a stranger into their love life. For all he clawed at Desmond and left his legs and wrists scratched but not bloody, he could feel the fight being wrung from him. His wriggling and thrashing in Desmond's fists served only to bruise his innards and it left Desmond moaning, but he couldn't convince himself to stop and give in.

Desmond started to bounce his lutrine fuckthing with a big smirk on his face. As he pumped his cock with the whimpering little otter, he thought aloud, "Just like using my fleshlight." It went over the heads of the panicked, sobbing otters, and soon the girl sidled up to Desmond and put her paws on his flank.

"You're hurting him!" she cried, staring with plaintive eyes. Desmond snared her eyes with his acidic gaze, and she wilted back and quivered in the grass.

"Please, stop this," gasped the brother, holding onto Desmond's wrist uselessly. There was nothing he could do and simply no way to overpower a creature three times his size. Even kicking with his clawed feet produced no visible reaction - and he lamented now more than ever how he kept his claws smooth for his sister's pleasure.

Most worrisome of all this was the way Desmond had begun dragging the otter down against his knot, and he groaned luridly all throughout. This sent a shot of outright terror up through the brother otter. It felt to him already like his behind was stretched just as far as it could possibly go. That knot was unimaginable. "Ah, please! There's no way that's going to fit!" he bleated.

Complaining got the boy squeezed around the neck. Desmond throttled hard until the otter wheezed and his eyes bulged, and only then the foxcoon ease off a bit. For a moment he thought of strangling the otter with his cute little necklace, but that would have taken time he unfortunately didn't have. The bliss of his orgasm was right upon him, making his balls draw taut and his toes curl. He could feel the otter's asshole stretching as he dragged him down and it was only a matter of time before he tied the knot he was after.

Under Desmond's grasp, the brother gagged and drool ran down the corners of his mouth. Every breath was an ordeal. The squeeze gave him a migraine, it intensified the horrendous pain he felt in his ass, and it also had the unintended effect of giving him an erection. More than ever, the sister wailed for her brother. She could see what was about to happen and she buried her face in her webbed palms.

From Desmond's lips came filthy pillow talk of high praise for the foolish otters he had so luckily come across. He fell back in the grass with a muted bump and he leveraged his feet on the ground. Bucking up and yanking down, he smashed his knot against the otter's asshole over and over until the pink ring began to give way. Despite Desmond's choking grasp, the boy yelped. He inarticulately cried for mercy Desmond had no intention of giving but the fuck finally stopped when Desmond forced his fat knot inside.

It was a truly horrible, gruesome stretch when Desmond's knot wedged past the otter's tail hole. Its size was so thick that it truly bulged the poor little thing's body and the noise he made even under the foxcoon's throttling was a warbling, shrill squeal which left the sister a quivering, sobbing wreck by proxy.

Next came Desmond's climax, heralded and accompanied by a deep moan. His seed shot so far into the otter's well-plugged body that, before the seal of the knot gave way for a sticky leak, the boy began to subtly bloat. Desmond unhanded the otter completely so that he could splay back, and as he came he made awkward, writhing angels in the grass.

The boy found that Desmond's penis impaling him like so kept him rigid. The pain was truly unbearable, and when the rush of new oxygen wore thin, he passed out and fell slack, held almost comically rigid by Desmond's cock.

When Desmond's lewd huffing slowed, the sister opened her eyes. She was still sniffling when she saw her brother completely slack and she screamed a shrill, horrified scream at the sight. Desmond winced at the noises she was making and he angrily clapped his paw around her head. "Quit screaming or I'll cave your goddamn skull in," he hissed. "You're ruining my afterglow. He's not dead, he just passed out."

"How do you know--!" the girl started to shriek. Desmond squeezed with his fist until she whined and thrashed, and then he eased off. Though still sniveling, she asked with much more composure, "How do you know he's alive?"

A big smirk split Desmond's face. "I can feel his heart beating like this." He pulled the girl in nearer to her slack, unwell-looking brother. She pawed at him with a pitiful whine, but immediately the whine she emitted was more for herself when Desmond manhandled her over his snout. What would have definitely been a fun thrill before was now tainted by the stranger's sadism. With every drag of his supple tongue across her pussy, she felt begrudging pleasure yet she could not shake the notion that it was all for Desmond's own fulfillment. Considering the savage gaping her brother had gone through, she was in her right mind to fear the worst for herself.

"Stop, stop, please," the otter shuddered with little conviction. She could swing her rudder and writhe in Desmond's mitts all she liked, yet Desmond's tongue was arousing to her. It was so large and wet, and like his finger earlier, it was a strange new treat. But when she peered at her brother straight ahead whose body was still but whose face was locked in a grimace, her eyes welled up and she clamped the lids down. Both a shuddering moan and a plaintive sniffle rushed out of her and she uselessly kicked her hind paws against Desmond's chest.

Neither lewd orifice on the girl's body was safe, but Desmond more intently tongued her cunt than he did the pucker of her asshole. It stood to reason that he'd plugged all of the otter ass he could ever need, yet a small pussy was a special treat. Such a snug and warm passage it was, and it earned the most lurid of all Desmond's laps. His breathing was hot against her muff just as his grip was tight and unforgiving around her little body.

Out of his brief and sweet unconsciousness came the brother otter. Immediately he weakly moaned with pain and he tried to push off of Desmond's belly with his hind paws. "Ah, mmf, help me," he bleated. Whether to his sister, to his rapist, or to some power above was only for him to know.

Bleakly and in spite of Desmond's unabated lapping, the sister cried, "He's stuck and it's hurting him!"

"I dunno, feels pretty good to me," murmured Desmond into his pink snack. "And if he wants off, he can get off for himself."

Still the brother huffed and writhed. Beneath his fur were flustered red cheeks but despite the involuntary erection given by so much prostate stimulation, he took no pleasure from his ordeal. Desmond thought himself a fair rapist, however, and he growled bestially into the girl's snatch, "Suck him off."

"What?" the sister bleated. On principle she thrashed in Desmond's grip, but he wrung her tighter until her little ribs started to pop and she loosed a scream. He eased off only then. "Okay, I will! I'll do it!" she openly sobbed to the fox, and by then her brother had begun to empathetically sob too. She stretched in Desmond's grip and the pain on her wrung-out, bruised body was simply unbearable, but she did as she was ordered. Past her lips with much familiarity went her brother's cock, and she began to suckle it hard despite constant sniffles through her nostrils.

"That's a good girl," Desmond evenly said. "I don't care if he cums or not. Just seems like a waste not to suck that boner," he impishly giggled. "It should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway: As soon as he's off my knot, you're going on it."

In light of this, the brother ceased his writhing on the knot. He hated to shudder in pleasure, but he did exactly that for his sister. Both otters wept terrible, bitter tears for all these conflicting feelings. "Why are you doing this to us? We were kind to you, all we wanted was to play..."

Desmond slobbered and suckled the sister while he considered. He finally mused, "You're a brother and sister who fuck. I can do whatever deviant filth I want and walk off with a clean conscience." He dragged his tongue across the girl's cunt, over her tail hole and up a few inches of her rudder before he dirtily grumbled, "And I'm playing, believe you me. I just may not be playing the kind of games you two want to play."

Exhibiting all the care and subtlety of handling a trash bag, Desmond squeezed down on the bruised girl and dropped her in the grass close by. While she lay still and wept into the grass, the wicked stranger sat up and similarly gripped the brother around his middle.

Hatred burned in the brother's gaze, but the fear of pain and death left his eyes glassy and wet. He put his small paws uselessly on Desmond's and whimpered, "Don't hurt me anymore, please."

The smile on Desmond's face was uncannily wide and toothy. Words would have spoiled this sweet moment. He squeezed down on the lutrine fuckthing until he felt ribs shifting and pressure strengthening on his cock. Killing the otters, whether quickly or slowly, was surprisingly not on the menu. Sadism and absolute power over small animals whom could comprehend their suffering was enough evil for Desmond. His grin stayed put as widely and wickedly as ever when he pulled the screaming otter up. Though it would be loose when empty, the otter's anus currently had a deathgrip on Desmond's knot. Breaking its embrace was difficult work for the otter, but a lesson in pain Desmond was happy to give. Ever more strongly and upwards he pulled, squeezing the otter and putting terrible bruises on and inside of his sleek body. With the same authority it had entered with, Desmond's knot ripped free of the brother and he easily lifted the river rat up and off afterward.

The brother hung in Desmond's grip above that hard, knotted cock. His body trembled and his gaped asshole drooled a sloppy mess of cum yet it was miraculously free of rips. Desmond himself remarked on it with a laugh. "Maybe there's some hope for your sister if she's even half as loose as you are."

As Desmond dropped the brother in the grass and collected the sister whom ineffectually squirmed away, she sobbed, "Haven't you had enough?"

"We both know the answer to that one," Desmond slyly remarked. Close enough that the brother could see, Desmond knelt in the plush grass and held the sister around her bruised middle. In concentration he bit his lip and he moved her drool-slathered cunt closer to his throbbing cock. Going twice in a row was a rare thing for him, but to rape two such tight and hapless things had him more endurant than usual.

In went the tip of Desmond's cock. Its flesh was glazed with seed which made for an unusual form of sloppy seconds as he entered the girl. To begin with, she moaned and curled her toes in spite of her sobbing and squirming. Unlike her brother, she was intended to be fucked, but soon the tapered length became uncomfortably thick for her. Not long after that pain had begun, yet another started up as Desmond's cock bottomed out inside of her.

No cervix had stopped Desmond yet. Slipping into his big and sinister smile again, he pulled the girl back to the first inches and then he ground it back inside and he met the moment she bottomed out on him with an insistent grind. Immediately her screams filled the chirping and tweeting twilight air. It left the brother sobbing in the same crippling empathy she had so recently felt for him.

"Stop this! Leave her alone!" the brother shouted through his tears. His voice wavered and as he stood his legs quaked, but he assumed a defiant stance.

Desmond disarmed the brother otter with a withering glare. As he maintained it, he ground into the girl again and one could hear in her screaming how his cock had reamed her deeply enough that he could press his knot up to her pussylips. "Lay the fuck down," he said only when the screaming dulled into a low wail. "I'll twist her until her back breaks if you defy me."

All the brother could do was hiss and sputter in impotent rage. He fell back in the grass, there being no easy way to sit back with such a painful gape.

In all his dominance and in victory over the well-meaning river-dwellers, Desmond smiled. It was a rare pursed-lip smile but evil intent in his eyes and actions filled the void his teeth left. He gazed down on the girl and he savored the pain on her face. Her nose scrunched, her teeth bared, but her eyes were squinted and tears wept from under the lids.

The fox's chest rumbled and his tail lashed. Every time he ground against the girl she whimpered difficultly under Desmond's squeezing paws. She found his grip on her tender body was as horribly painful as the penetration, and she squealed to him almost breathlessly, "Please, stop squeezing me...!"

Desmond snuffled in distaste but he eased off and rather cupped her hips in his palms. Like so, her upper body drooped but her hindquarters were suspended. With more specific control over her, his toothy grin reemerged and he began the challenge of knotting the girl. Almost immediately, his reward for trying split her open was the most sickening of cries yet. Her voice had taken on a broken, almost warbling quality at the height of the pain. As the knot wrenched her open yet was ultimately denied to pop back out, Desmond hit more sadistic paydirt: Fresh, hot blood spilled out of her like a virgin bride.

"Oh my god," the brother whimpered, flopping onto his belly and covering his eyes. "Please, please stop doing this to her...!"

"It hu-u-urts so much!" she wailed. Though the punishment for defiance had been laid out, the pain drove her mad. She straightened up in Desmond's paws and grappled at whatever she could get. As it happened, she got a grip on Desmond's braid and she tugged with everything she had in her, but only annoyance and a quick wince flashed across Desmond's snout. He snapped a paw up to her neck and squeezed down like a vise.

Images of a guaranteed death flashed across the brother's eyes. It seemed to him that by the time Desmond was through, so would their lives be over one way or another. There was Desmond with clenched eyelids, occupying himself with grinds and constant lifts of his sister's hips. The brother otter rose to his trembling hind legs and unsheathed his dulled claws, and with every ounce of strength he could muster, he fearsomely lunged on Desmond's face and aimed for his eyes.

The brother's claws raked into one eyelid but only grazed the other. Desmond yowled in shock and pain but he clenched his fist tighter on the girl's neck; and when she started her plaintive screaming, Desmond packed his thumb into her mouth and shut her up beyond a quick and inelegant squeak. Uninjured but feeling both sore and indignant, Desmond snapped at the brother whose mortified expression matched the folly perfectly. Up came his paws as he fell back as if to offer himself in submission, but Desmond was not interested in taking chances again, and he clamped his teeth down around the brother's rudder and yanked him upwards.

In all the excitement, Desmond deviated from holding the girl close to smack his paw down in the grass for support. Even as her little pussy resisted him, it was taut and raw enough around his bottomed-out shaft that she barely slipped down. Desmond sank his teeth until the flesh began to bleed and the brother screamed, and only then, he spat and dropped the sobbing river-rat in the grass. As if he had never stopped and now with a fearsome smear of blood on his teeth, Desmond continued his brutal rape.

All bravado and the queer excitement which went with it had been sucked out of the act for the brother. There he lay in the grass, nursing his bitten rudder and bleakly watching from upside-down the ongoing defilement of his sister. Even she had become largely passive, still whimpering but not screaming nor thrashing against Desmond. Something had broken inside of both of them - not something physical, though their bodies were bruised and bloody, but rather it was their spirits which had been crushed.

"Rrf, god," Desmond hissed just before he dragged his tongue across his bloody teeth. Otter blood neither pleasured nor sickened him - he took the coppery taste as a matter of fact while he yanked the girl against his knot again and again. As he started to plunge his knot in with the intent to bury it, she did begin to scream and yowl again but without the indignant pleading. Earlier in the night, her passivity would have disappointed him, but now he could focus single-mindedly on his goal alone.

Soon Desmond's breathing took on a labored quality, as his posture grew ever more bestial. Again he planted a paw on the earth but he manipulated the girl with the other, and his knot forced her open a little bit more with every bump and grind. His grin returned, his teeth since suckled and licked clean of blood, but it still stained his lips and the fur around them. It was a face which would be forever etched into the otters' memories.

Desmond bit his lip and crooned. Orgasm was upon him like his knot bore down upon the girl and he leaned back on his knees to grip the otter bitch in both paws. He squeezed down so hard as to make fists around her hips. "Here it is," Desmond panted under his breath, his eyes squinted but not quite closed. He wanted to see the girl's face when it popped in, and when it did a second later, he was not disappointed by the bitter agony she showcased. Her pretty little snout twisted and bore teeth and her eyes were ever clenched shut but loosing tears. Fresh, hot blood drooled around Desmond's knot and it all added to the sweetest final moments precluding his orgasm as made apparent by his deep, abiding moan.

For the second and last time with his lutrine fuckthings, Desmond came hard and spilled his potent cum into the girl. She could only whimper and squirm when it filled her severely violated womb, and the pressure it built up in her small body, plugged by Desmond's knot, left her bloated and it put enough pain on her bruised insides that she squealed and yowled as intensely as ever. In all the sickness of the moment, the brother curled in upon himself and brokenly sobbed.

Just as before, Desmond eased back into the grass and enjoyed the tie with a grin on his face. Unlike her brother, the girl didn't have the luck to pass out in shock, and so there she sat whimpering and squirming with no hope of breaking loose.

A little time passed. Desmond was still hard in the girl, and his knot was doing its unnecessary job of keeping her neatly plugged up. The brother wiped his tears off on his little paws and stroked down his sister's leg with a comforting reassurance just as empty as Desmond's soul. To Desmond he asked with a tone made shaky and respectful by fear, "Will you leave us be now? Please?"

Desmond hummed in thought, and then without the slightest bit of mercy, he yanked the otter girl up and off of his knot. The exit was enough to make her scream but it was his spent, salty semen drooling out of her and over her ripped pussylips which caused the lasting agony. He lay her in the grass even as she whimpered and squirmed and he knelt over them, his blood-smeared cock standing like a monolith above them.

Over his erection, Desmond growled to the otters, "I'll be back tomorrow for more. If I'm not greeted with lifted tails, I'm going to kill both of you, and if I don't see either of you at all, I'll start pouring all kinds of fun chemicals in your little pond. Rat poison, shit like that. Got it?"

Both otters nodded. Like small children scolded by a teacher, their lips quivered and their eyes welled with tears.

"Very good," Desmond grinned. He stood and gathered his clothes, but the otters remained prostrate upon the grass. This was too much of a fine opportunity for Desmond whom gripped his swollen cock around the knot. "Don't you move," he murmured to the otters. A hot stream of pent-up foxcoon piss washed over them and he aimed it up and down their writhing bodies. They whimpered and winced against the abrasive scent, but it was the message the marking imparted to them which hurt even more. By the time he was through they lay in shallow, pissy mud, utterly defiled and broken inside.

"I'll see you two tomorrow," said the foxcoon as he pulled on his clothes. Just like that, he was gone, and the brother and sister curled in upon themselves. Before they bothered to bathe, before they checked their wounds, they pressed close and sobbed.