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Rosa knelt in her herb garden, taking in the scents of all the flowers, her beloved little collection of herbs, and everything else that the breeze brought to her, like the sound of the nearby river, and the massive trees surrounding her little cottage swaying in the wind. Usually, it calmed her down. Well, really, it calmed her down today, too, despite some of her plans leaving her nerves a little frazzled.

There was, as always, a certain tranquility in the air that seemed to sap the anxiety straight from the little otter's heart, leaving her feeling at peace and in tune with everything around her, amidst the scents of salvia, basil, thyme, and a little further away, roses, the petals of which Rosa sometimes steeped into tea. It was her slice of paradise, her little sanctum away from all the things she had been through earlier in life.

Her partner, too, had been through a lot. Alain, the knight. He hailed from the distant north where war was frequent and brutal. At some point, the rat had been wounded – he didn't like to speak much of it – and had somehow managed to stagger his way far enough from the skirmish that Rosa had come across him on her way from… well, she didn't like to think much of that, but she had, at one point, been forced to work at a brothel for several years, after being kidnapped from her village of birth.

Eventually, she managed to escape that hellhole and had left both the city and the country far behind, searching for somewhere, anywhere else that she could eke out a peaceful life more in line with her talents. She would always bear the somewhat enchanted womb tattoo that they had painted on her skin, but it didn't define her. It only granted her a certain capacity, a certain ease of arousal, though over the years the power had faded enough that it no longer compelled the otter to do anything.

On her way nowhere in particular, wandering along endless rugged paths in her worn, oversized dress, Rosa had come across Alain, still in full armor and desperately trying to get it off so that he could bandage his wounds. Though the sight of the knight – he was at least twice her size – had been intimidating, her nurturing instincts won out and she helped the rat back into town, where the helpful villagers had arranged a bed for her and him both, and where she managed to slowly help the rat heal. His body mended quickly. His mind needed a little longer, and during that time, Rosa had been given a job as a nurse at the village, as the elders noticed her skills.

The job came with a little home, and that was the healer's cottage where she now sat on her day off, trimming certain herbs for tonight's events. Alain had eventually recovered, and once he was ready to talk again, the first thing he had blurted out was his love for Rosa. The rat was stoic, protective, and caring, but perhaps the subtleties of emotions had been purged from him in the war.

Or maybe he had always been a bit like that. Rosa hadn't asked, as thankfully, the feeling was mutual, and it only grew from there. He never did return to the north, preferring the peace of the place where Rosa had healed him, and she was in full agreement, never wanting to return to her former life. Quickly, the two of them agreed to build a new life together, here in the little cottage in the forest by the river.

Rosa adjusted her dress, and wiped her eyes with the long, frilly sleeve that perhaps wasn't the right attire for garden work. Thinking about Alain and his tragic past always left her a little misty-eyed, so strong were the emotions that now bound the two together.

Tonight was the night that they'd consummate that love. That was the thought that had Rosa's nerves frazzled. Oh, sex itself was nothing new to the otter. During her time at the brothel, she had experienced the bodies and desires of dozens or hundreds of lovers, but each union lacked the spark that had manifested between her and the tan-furred rat-knight. In other words, she had never had sex purely out of love, only because someone else forced her to.

And now all that was about to change. Alain knew exactly how nervous it made her, and he had made sure to let Rosa be fully in control of if and when their first union was to be. She hadn't told him that it'd be today, not yet, but knowing the rat, he was always ready. He got rather stiff each and every time they cuddled, and although his need was strong and obvious, his love and discipline were strong, and he never made more of an advance than simply letting her feel his attraction to her.

Slowly, Rosa stood up with a little basket full of leaves and petals. She straightened out her dress and glanced at the river. Briefly, she was tempted to take a swim before… well, before she initiated anything, but maybe it wasn't the right time. She loved swimming and fishing, but they had plenty of fish gutted, salted, and ready to eat, and today her thoughts were on other matters, anyhow.

Rosa headed back to the cottage. Alain wasn't there at the moment. Probably running some errands in the village, Rosa thought. But that'll just help make the surprise more… surprising.

She quickly tossed a few logs into the stove, added a little bit of kindling – birch bark – and lit a fire perfect for steeping some tea. With nimble fingers, Rosa cut up the leaves and the petals into little pieces, dropped them in a kettle full of water, and left the concoction to slowly steep.

The thing that made her nervous wasn't the sex act itself. It was that Alain was huge. His cock, as far as the otter had felt… well, it'd be a tight fit, if it fit at all, even with the fading enchantment of her tattoo.

The tea would help. A little, anyway. It'd relax her muscles, particularly the ones down there, and at the same time it'd also make her a little wetter. It was fascinating that someone who had worked in a brothel and seen more sex than most would in their entire lifetimes would suddenly be shy about it, but that was, she supposed, love. Suddenly, the quality of the experience mattered. It wasn't just someone bored or overly horny who wanted or needed to empty their balls in the closest hole. It was a declaration of love, in a way. And so, she was nervous, though the floral scent of her brewing tea helped ease her mind a little.

Then there was the matter of making Alain wear a condom. Or not. While Rosa was fairly sure that it was a safe time despite her approaching heat, a condom would ensure that it was safe. At the same time, it'd get in the way. It'd be something between the two of them, a barrier that she really didn't want to be there for their very first time mating. As such, she discarded the idea. There'd be no condom unless Alain asked for one, and even then… well, she'd take things as they came. Rosa wasn't sure if it was her love for the rat or the tingling beginnings of her heat, but she really wanted to receive Alain's seed inside her. The way every loving union was supposed to end, if it wasn't for the burdens of modern life.

The tea was just about ready. Rosa poured it through a sieve, filtering out what plant matter remained, and added a spoonful of honey. That one wasn't her own; someone had given Alain a jar as a thankful gesture for helping him with some task or another. It turned out there was a fair bit of overlap between the qualities of a good knight and good handyman. Good farmer, too. It was all about perseverance, and a touch of strength and endurance.

They were qualities that also, and there was no doubt in Rosa's mind, meant that he'd be an excellent lover. She pressed a hand over her snout to stifle a giggle, stirred the cup of tea, and then drank it in a few, hurried gulps. Immediately, the warmth was tangible, and not only because the liquid itself was hot. As it poured down her throat, the warmth seemed to radiate outwards from her belly, too. Then, a sense of relaxation followed. Not like drunkenness, but simply a dissipation of tension and stress, which left her feeling loose and limber in a most delightful way.

There was a little aphrodisiac edge to it, too. Rosa licked her lips as she imagined all the things she and Alain could do in just an hour or so, whenever her knightly rat arrived back home. There were so many acts she had performed countless times that suddenly felt new and exciting, now that she had someone who mattered to try them all with. In a somewhat heated daze, Rosa slipped one of her hands underneath her dress, feeling herself.

She'd never been the most well-endowed of women, so to speak. She was small, compared to most, both in breast size and stature, but at least her hips were wide enough to appeal to most men. Not that she thought it mattered to Alain, Rosa reminded herself as her hand traced the curves of first her modest breasts, and then her hips. He'd always want her, no matter how she looked.

That didn't mean she didn't like looking sexy.

There was a knock on the door. A knock of courtesy, really; the cottage was equally Alain's home, now. And with that, the rat was home. Rosa rushed to greet him, almost pouncing her love with a hug around his waist.

“Welcome back!" she chirped. “Missed you already."

The rat smelled like happiness. Well, maybe a little more like masculine musk and sweat from working hard digging a ditch or whatever he got paid for today, but to Rosa, that scent was happiness, because it was his scent.

“I was only gone for like… six hours?" Alain said, smiling in his usual subdued way.

“Yeah. But I still missed you," the otter squeaked, resting her head against the rat's muscular stomach. “And I have something special planned for this afternoon."

That made the rat suddenly get very warm to the touch. No doubt he knew exactly what Rosa meant, and just like her, he had been waiting for that singular moment for a while. Never impatiently, but always eagerly. He wanted to show her just how much he loved her in the most carnal sense, and if today was the day it would happen, he welcomed it with open arms.

Rosa squeezed a little harder. And then a naughty idea entered her mind. Why not just have their fun right now? She had been planning to wait, but the air was warm, the sun was already high in the sky, and all it'd take would be a little blanket outside for them to have a comfortable time… doing it. And suddenly, the petite otter was really burning up with desire. Some of it was the tea, sure, but mostly it was simply her love for the rat finally manifesting in a carnal, lusty way.

Rosa let go of his waist and grabbed his hand, also grabbing a blanket from the nearby drawer. There was an empty spot in the middle of the herb garden – the spot where she usually sat while trimming the plants or just meditating – and that was where she wanted to do it, the otter decided. That, her most sacred little retreat, was where she wanted to experience loving sex for the very first time.

Alain had no idea about any of that, but Rosa was so excited that the knightly rat would've gladly followed her anywhere at all. He could also smell her arousal; the sweet tingle of heat-pheromones in his nostrils. Oh, he loved that scent, and this would be the first time he didn't have to fight all the things it did to him. All the desire it inflamed, all the hardness. In fact, just smelling Rosa's need, mingling with the fragrant potpourri of all her herbs and flowers, was enough to leave him rather stiff beneath his ragged trousers.

At least there was no shame in it today. There never was with Rosa, but it seemed that today would be a day to celebrate their mutual desire, and as such, Alain made no attempt to hide how badly he wanted to feel her, in all the most inappropriate of ways. He followed her to the garden, where she laid the blanket down in the middle of it all, and then laid down, beckoning for him to join her, unbuttoning her dress and letting it fall open, to be pulled off fully later. He began to slowly take off his clothes. Usually, Rosa looked away when he did, more out of politeness than any distaste, but today, she didn't.

He stripped himself with uncharacteristic excitement and eagerness that left his normally neutral, stoic face adorned with a broad grin, taking off piece after piece of clothing until he was left naked, his muscular but scarred body on full display, and his cock proudly jutting out, almost as thick as Rosa's wrist. At one point, he had been self-conscious about all the scars and bruises he had received in the war, but living with the otter, he had taken to instead thinking of them as living history inscribed on his body. Each was a grim tale to tell when the mood was right.

This, however, was not the time for grim tales, but romance. Alain followed suit, lying down naked next to the otter, and for a moment they both simply laid there, sharing body heat and soaking in the sun, now almost directly overhead. Rosa's hand found his, and their fingers quickly entwined in a timeless gesture of affection.

At first, her breathing had been quick and nervous, but now, feeling the rat so close to herself, Rosa actually found herself calming down. Everything that she needed to do was suddenly obvious, with age-old, even primal instincts happy to take the lead as she tugged on the rat's hand. He followed her motion and ended up on top of her, propped up on his elbows on the blanket.

“Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, not wanting to ruin the moment, but even less wanting to risk hurting the otter. His tan fur looked so bright in the high noon sun that Rosa could barely look directly at him, but she knew what she wanted. What she needed.

She didn't answer with words immediately, only a smile that could've melted the stoniest heart – lust, love, and bashful shyness all in one glance – and slipped her hand down the rat's front, practically shivering with anticipation, until her hand brushed against his massive, stiff manhood.

No, his cock. She knew how to use those words, and what word was appropriate for any given moment. The rat had a big, throbbing cock that'd make her feel amazing, and this was the first time she deliberately touched it. Hell, it was the first time she really touched any cock and wanted to touch it. The skin felt oddly soft despite the shaft itself being hard as rock, and it pulsed in her grasp. Alain let out a shuddering little huff as she squeezed.

“I want it," she finally said. “Just… slowly."

He had no plans on going anything but slow. The otter was small, and he could've never forgiven himself if he hurt his love. Alain nodded, and then knelt between her spread legs, until his cock was resting against the otter's belly… and her hot, slick little mound. It wasn't until now that he really thought about the size difference, but Rosa wanted it; the fact that it looked like he'd never fit in her feminine embrace gave him only the briefest pause. She knew her limits.

Well, the rat hoped she did. He guided his tip to her sopping wet entrance and pushed ever so slightly, slowly prying her wide open.

Rosa groaned. The rat's size made him feel immense at her entrance, even with the relaxing effect of the tea and the copious amounts of her juices that eagerly slickened the penetration. Nothing could change the fact that he was huge, though, and she groaned again as he pushed more firmly. The ache grew, of her body slowly yielding and surrendering, opening up and blossoming around the rat's cock, until she was squirming and panting, grasping at the rat's arms, pressing her palms against his chest, and finally just screwing her eyes shut and focusing on the sensations when she could no longer ignore them.

It felt like she was being… not torn apart, but spread. The discomfort was intense, at least until the rat noticed her furrowed brow and leaned down to press his lips against hers.

“Try to relax. I'm almost in," he whispered, warm breath washing over her lips, and then, he caught her in a kiss.

They'd kissed before, yes, but this time it felt even more passionate than before. There was an electrifying tingle where their tongues met and danced, and they moaned into each other's mouths. Another inch of Alain's manhood slipped into her, and she tried her hardest not to clench, but did so anyway, in turn drawing a rather throaty, needy groan from the rat.

Her tightness didn't make it any easier for him, either. Every second he was inside her vice-like clutching embrace, Alain was afraid that he'd cum far too early. Of course, they could go again, later. But he wanted to make this first time meaningful.

The next thing Rosa knew, Alain was all the way inside her. Well, as far as her body could accommodate him. But he was deep enough. Deep enough that the little otter felt like her entire body was filled with cock, Alain's cock, the cock of the rat she loved with all her heart. And that made it tolerable, even if it was still incredibly overwhelming. She could barely breathe, only pant, and when Alain reached to rub her stiff little clit, that little breath in her lungs instantly came out as needy, desperately lusty moans.

Then, after making sure that Rosa was okay, which her pleasured moans just about confirmed, Alain began to thrust gently. Very gently, at first, keeping a sharp eye on any discomfort while also biting his lip so he wouldn't immediately succumb to the ache in his own loins, the masculine itch that told him to just cum as quickly as he could and ensure that the otter swelled with his offspring. That, while a pleasant urge, was for another day. Today, it'd be all about Rosa.

At least, their first mating would. Maybe once she had fully adjusted to his size, they could let loose their more animalistic sides. They both certainly had them, despite how gentle they were with each other at this moment.

Rosa could only moan at how incredibly good it felt. The affection she felt seemed to intensify the pleasure, and her pussy felt like it was glowing hot around the rat's shaft, the friction sending frissons of pleasure through her entire body, each little shiver leaving her fur standing on end and her sex weeping with pleasure and excitement. The discomfort of being stretched taut, to her very limits, was slowly wearing off as the rat's thumb toyed with her clit and his cock rubbed against every sensitive spot in her warm, fertile depths.

It was almost too much. When Rosa realized she was crying, it was tears of pleasure. She couldn't quite wrap her legs all the way around the larger rat to keep him close, but she reached as far as she could anyway, physically encouraging him to do what he wanted to.

“I'm not going to last long, my love," Alain huffed. He had a look of intense concentration on his face. “Do you want it-"

“-inside, yes," Rosa replied, with trembling lips. “Please.

Hearing her ask for it was like a shot of adrenaline right into Alain's heart. He couldn't hold himself back anymore and began to rut into his beloved faster and faster, groaning and even whimpering as the pleasure grew and grew, each motion his hips soaking both of their minds in beautiful sexual ecstasy. But with such pleasure, of course, the end soon in sight. He felt himself swell inside her and felt that agonizing pressure build in his heavy balls.

Rosa took a deep breath of flower-scented air and dug her fingers into the grass and dirt to brace for the hard thrust she knew was coming. There was no longer any real discomfort, and she, too, was teetering just on the edge of climax. She just wanted to feel his first, feel him pump that slick, sexy heat into her. Alain was happy to be of service. Only a few seconds later, he jaggedly thrust as deep into Rosa as he could, burying about half his cock in her warm body, and let out a strangled groan.

Rosa felt him swell, twitch, and jump inside her. And then a sudden heat seemed to surge into her very belly. And that was all it took for her, feeling him seed her so intimately while he trembled against her. Rosa reached her peak, too. She'd never been a loud lover, but as her orgasm washed over her in great, shuddering waves, she let out a little cry of pleasure anyway, and writhed, gouging the grass and milking the rat's cock for dear life with each wet spasm of her pussy.

It was beautiful, glowing ecstasy. And it seemed to go on forever, with both lovers melting into each other's arms as their bodies did what they did best, needing little conscious input at that point. He throbbed, and she clenched, in a perfectly synchronized rhythm of pleasure. He offered his seed, and her body, just beginning to go into heat properly, drank it eagerly.

Alain only barely caught himself at the end of it, before slumping down on top of the little otter. His head was swimming as he grabbed Rosa and turned around, keeping her impaled on his shaft but rolling into his back so the much smaller mustelid could rest on top of him, instead. He barely felt her weight.

Rosa wiggled a little with her eyes half-closed, enjoying that deeply feminine feeling of fulfillment. She really was full of the rat's very essence, his seed, and there was a real risk that she might conceive. But Rosa didn't mind, not in the slightest. If she ever was to have a pup, she wanted it to be with this rat, and right now, she only wanted more of him. More cuddles, more hugs, more of his wonderful cock.

For a moment, they both laid there in the warm afternoon sun, bathed in the fragrant scents of Rosa's garden, lovingly and lazily gazing into each other's eyes. There was a kind of tranquility over the whole scene and all of their shared emotions. For a few minutes, they were both fully content, yearning for nothing more than what they had then and there.

Well, until Rosa's heat-scent began to register in Alain's nose again. And until she realized that she still had that beautiful cock inside her and that he hadn't even gone soft despite emptying what felt like gallons of his seed into her. By now, she had fully adjusted to his girth, and thus she did what came naturally. She wiggled her hips, enjoying the feeling of his rock-hard length rubbing against her silken inner walls.

One thing led to another, and with their loving, calm mating complete, a somewhat more animalistic hunger began to take hold in them both. Alain could see it in Rosa's eyes as her movements grew a little more needy, a little more thirsty and jagged, and felt it in the way her sperm-sodden sex clenched around him, as if demanding more. And he was feeling much the same, wrestling with the urge to pin the otter down and rut another load of his seed into her.

She was the first to succumb, though, and soon straightened herself out on the rat's shaft with a naughty smile. The faded tattoo on her lower belly almost seemed to brighten for a second as she suddenly began to bounce on him, greedily impaling herself on him again and again. It took maybe half a bounce before his strong hands were locked around her hips, helping her move.

Soon Rosa was bouncing on his cock at a steady pace, with the rat's hands both guiding her motions and roaming every inch of her supple body, groping and squeezing with a hunger that was much more animalistic than their first gentle session, but no less loving or passionate. Her juices and his own spent seed leaked over his crotch, soaking into his fur, and to Alain, the otter might as well have been a goddess with the way she indulged herself, taking what she wanted, and doing her utmost to breed herself on his cock.

Once her legs grew tired from the exertion – he could tell from how her gyrating bounces and bucks grew slower despite her need only growing – Alain positioned her onto all fours on the blanket and mounted her from behind, with the both of them moaning in joyful unison the instant his girthy cock sank into that by now rather familiar wet heat, once again engulfing the two in bliss. This time, he didn't need to hold back, and instead found himself rutting for all he was worth, with the otter merely bracing herself to keep from being knocked over by the force of his desperately needy and possessive thrusts.

“I need you," she moaned, her voice barely more than a squeak.

“I need you too," the rat replied, between jagged breaths and loud grunts as he raced towards a second climax.

And it was all true. They did need each other. More than anything, they needed each other. She squealed with joy, her usual demure shyness completely washed away by the tides of pleasure, and there was almost no trace left of Alain's stoic nature. Instead, he kept rutting like a rat possessed, driven only by the need to breed his mate.

It wasn't at all the first time she had been in this position. She'd been there many times. She had gotten fucked like an animal more times than she could remember, and yes, she had gotten a few climaxes from that treatment too. But there had never been the kind of love to it that there was now, knowing that if she asked, he would stop instantly, in spite of his own urges.

But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted Alain to go even harder. Not that he could; he was already fucking her in a fully animalistic frenzy, going as fast as he could without hurting the little otter, while his hands kept roaming every part of her body, her many nipples, her ears, her clit, even brushing over her lips, wanting to – needing to – feel every part of her in the heat of the moment.

He could hear how needy she was from the wet squelches when his oversized cock sank back into her. And he was even more aroused than that.

Their climaxes came quickly, of course. At the pace he was going, there was no other option. Again, Alain groaned as his grasp tightened around Rosa's waist, but this time he managed to lean down enough to catch the otter's neck between blunt teeth. She squealed, the little scruff-pinch enough to immediately push her over the edge again, and once more they came as one. He shuddered, even squeaking out of pure instinct as he filled her, delivering another warm, thick, and sticky load of his seed where it belonged, and she would've collapsed onto the ground if it wasn't for his arms holding her up, for how intense her orgasm was, robbing her of just about all muscle control.

And it was intense. The pleasure seared every other sensation away in a conflagration of pure bliss. Nothing existed, and nothing else could exist except for her insatiable clenching and his reciprocative throbbing in her depths, glowing white-hot with ecstasy that only lovers could ever fully understand, even if the result was much the same as that of any mating; her fertile sex thoroughly inseminated, and her womb perhaps bred, if the fates happened to smile. It was a risk worth taking, though, and though she could barely think, Rosa knew perfectly well that skipping the condom had been the right choice to make.

Rosa almost wished for her belly to swell. Her body certainly did.

But even that heavenly moment came to an end eventually, as all moments did, and she eased herself down, flat onto her belly, onto the blanket. Alain stayed inside her but followed the motion, pulling her into a spooning position, not quite wanting to let go, though it was hard to say how much of it was intentional and how much was pure instinct to ensure the otter conceived his offspring.

One thing was for sure, regardless; he had nothing left to give. With the rat completely spent, both him and Rosa settled down on that now rather stained blanket. The sun was warmer by now, like an ethereal blanket over them both, as if nature itself approved of their union and wanted to keep them safe. There was nothing left to say; at least nothing that couldn't wait. That they loved each other was self-evident, and not just in how his very tangible, virile love slowly oozed out of her sore, aching sex. They felt that love like a magnetic attraction between each other, and in the way that though both were a mess, neither really minded it. There was no rush to the river to clean, even though they'd certainly go there eventually.

But not now. Not even if leaving his cum inside her meant that his swimmers would eventually find her eggs, whenever the fertile part of the otter's heat begun. It wasn't important, and if it was, they'd deal with it later. Together.

Right now, they only wanted to lay amidst fragrant herbs and vibrant flowers, basking in the afterglow and the warm afternoon sun together. And maybe even more so, in each other's presence. And that was all that was needed.

“I love you," the otter whispered, and the rat answered with the same.