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“You gonna be alright down there?”

Lukas nodded, the otter’s paws folded across his bare chest, knees raised, length rudder hanging off the opposite edge of the bed, arousal evident twitching across his lower belly. Bright turquoise eyes glittered; he licked his lips, tilted his head to take another tentative sniff, and then reached up with his paws, webbed fingers spreading easily across Habu’s thighs.

“Uh huh.” His breath wafted warm and gentle up between her legs, tickling at the spots where fur gave way to sleek, velvety scaling; the bat could not resist but grind forward a bit, tail lifting, rubbing her thigh across his cheek. “I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing.”

“You’ve told me you’re terrible at deepthroating.”

“Yeah, well…”

His paws slid up a little further, one squishing in at her rump near the base of her tail, the other coming around to the other side. Habu lowered herself down; Lukas’s whiskers again tickled at her legs – that might be a bit hard to ignore later – and then a soft, careful finger ran up along the line of her slit, teasing at one end, sliding down to the opposite. Then a second finger joined that first, and she felt him part her open, close the distance to press nose and lips against her, and hold himself there, eyes closed, breath sizzling across her as he drew in her scent. Then he sighed out, once more puffing between her legs, but kept his lips in place when he spoke:

“Only way to get better at something is to do it,” tongue flicking, curling, dancing along the ridges of sensitive flesh folded inside, “right?” And then he licked his lips, of course catching her slit as well, and tilted his muzzle to the side to slip his tongue in further.

Habu leaned her head back, the bat’s tall ears flicking, mane puffing a little bit. Naturally she squeezed and clenched a bit in feeling him exploring and poking around, but before long the otter found his goal and focused his efforts there: lips pursed against the outer folds of her genital slit, broad nose squishing up against her as well, he slid his tongue forward, swirled it around and around, squished and slurped and dug it deeper in between sleek, slick wrinkles, and smoothly, confidently, drew out her arousal from inside.

“Oh,” Habu panted. She looked down at where he lay on his back across the bed, wide tail flicking, legs swinging slowly. Again and again his length lifted along his belly, held in the air with an eager throb, and then rested back down into his fur. “Oh, you…”

The otter hummed softly, his voice vibrating out between her thighs. Already he had worked her out of her slit somewhat; now able to work with this growing length, he shifted from tongue to lips, running back and forth across her tapered tip as it emerged, angling his head down to dig his nose again in between slimy wetness. Habu could feel each inhalation of breath sucking between her legs and across sensitive flesh, then every exhalation tickling out underneath her tail as well.

“Mmm.” Lukas swallowed – she felt the suction pulling around her – and then dove down once more, throat pulsing with the movement. Habu’s growing length held between his lips, he circled his tongue around her once again, then cupped along the top, then drew back, swallowed again. “Mm…” He parted his lips around her. “Whe’ do you – wanna-”

“Hang on.” The bat drew back, gave her hips a wiggle, then smeared some of his drool across his muzzle before nudging against his lips again, which he then of course dutifully opened. One slow, steady thrust forward, deliberately grinding herself across his nose as she went, until lips pushed against slit; she tilted her head back again, let her eyes flutter shut, sighed, then pulled back and did the same over again. “I just… wanna…”

It was a bit hard to ignore the pressure stirring inside of her, now steadily rolling, sloshing with the movement of her hips. Just like Zara had done last time – and remembering that sent another sweet shiver through the bat’s body, drawing her out further – Habu had finished off one bottle of water before arriving, and made sure to down the second with Lukas watching. He was fully hard even before he got his pants off… she smirked, drew back, thrust forward again, each time nudging her arousal a little bit further along his tongue, further into his mouth, further into his throat.

The bat shifted, adjusted her angle a little bit, and then reached down to brace a paw against Lukas’s chest. He jumped with the surprise touch, another rumbling moan issuing out around where she thrust into his maw, then reached down with one of his own to rest his fingers over hers.

“Mmh…” Once more his breath puffed out between her legs, then held when she buried himself into his maw again. “Mm.” The otter’s back arched gentle; he rocked his knees side to side, thrust up into the air, twitched, throbbed, tightened his fingers around hers so that her knuckles pressed into his webbings, settled back down again. Lips and tongue squeezed around her; she felt him swallow again; then he coughed a bit, spluttered, took in a deeper breath where he could, shifted his head so that it hung more fully off the nearby edge of the mattress, and Habu felt him relax. Further back in his throat, a thick, dense pressure lightened somewhat, no longer squeezing back quite as solidly against her movement…

...so that with a slight change in her angle and a slower, more deliberate push forward, she sank slowly, carefully into his throat. Lukas’s breathing cut off for a moment, and the muscles of his throat worked against her, squeezing, sucking, shifting – until she drew back to let him breathe again, a great, swelling gasp filling his chest. His other paw remained tight along her thigh, two fingers braced just in case; from here Habu could see his throat pulsing with the intrusion, and she felt that she might even be able to reach in with her other paw to wrap her thumb around his neck, and squeeze in and be able to feel the shape of herself pushing down deeper.

“Mm-” Another attempted swallow around where she had buried herself within his mouth and throat, with the motion feeling like a sleeve pulling from base to tip. Those two fingers nudged at her leg but did not tap; Lukas squirmed again, poked in at her, swirled his fingertips around.

Go.

Habu’s heart fluttered. Keeping herself buried deep, lips to slit once again, her own shaft pushing down into his throat, she spread her legs, lowered down a little bit, and untwined her paw from his so that she could brace against the mattress on either side of him. Her wings swished out as she did so, almost cloaking Lukas here underneath her; she took in a breath, held it a moment, sighed, then took in another one, bore down, focused… and had to push a little bit to open the floodgates.

At first it was just a quick little squirting spray, more of a sensation rippling through her length than actual relief. But then she tightened and tried again, and this time felt that spray build up into a slow trickle, and then from there into a fuller, steadier stream – Lukas squirmed again – and then, finally, sweet needed relief. A cool shiver vibrated up the bat’s back as she began to empty her overfilled bladder, the steady rippling warmth of her own piss pouring out of her, sloshing within Lukas’s throat, and then flowing directly down into his stomach without him needing to swallow. Still she felt him make the attempt, though, with that cinching squeeze pulling about halfway along her shaft every now and again; she had made sure to push herself in beyond the valve in his throat, allowing herself free access to both drain her bladder and fill his belly at the same time, without testing if he could keep up with her pace.

She had no real doubt that he could – again, she had watched the way he had dutifully, eagerly drunk Zara’s mark, his fingers massaging her rump, his eyes wrenched shut, his nostrils pulsing and flaring with desperate breaths in between gulps – but still, there was just something about giving in to the full, unrestrained release, letting herself go and feeling that volume emptying out of her. Habu took another breath now that the initial sharp spike of sensation had passed, and she slid from I’m literally gonna blow up more towards the zone of holy fuck I really gotta go; she flicked her tongue out across her chops, briefly tossed her crest of hair out of one eye, and looked down again to watch the poor otter squirming underneath her.

His grip on her thigh had shifted a bit, but still he held himself steady. No noise issued forth from him: with her length wrenching his throat open and closing off his airway, Lukas would not be able to gasp or grunt or moan, even if he wanted to. There was just the sensation of sleek, slick meat sleeving around Habu from tip to base, with the occasional splash of her own mark welling up, flowing back, and washing across her, before continuing down to fill him up further. The longer she went, the more she liked to believe that she could actually see the otter’s belly beginning to swell out – and before long, he slid his free paw up on top of himself likely to feel the same result. His legs spread, he throbbed again, his legs came together; he lifted his hips, wiggled one way, writhed the other-

And then against Habu’s thigh, tap tap, quick but firm. She flicked an ear, arched her back, and then without pausing in her release, dragged herself back, further, further; her tapered tip slid free from between the otter’s lips with a spilled wave of her mark pouring out as well, and he coughed and spluttered and caught his breath while she now doused down his chest and belly through the remainder of her flow.

Lukas cleared his throat, swallowed, did so again, then turned his head to the side and ran his piss-slickened lips across Habu’s length as it still continued to stream out across him. He brought his paw up, stroked her back and forth, angled her in towards his maw… sealed his lips against her tip, gulped, gulped again, drank down the rest of what she had to give.

The bat tilted her head as she watched. “You okay?”

“Mm-” He nodded, swallowed again, parted his lips, let the last few sprays squirt against the roof of his mouth and then dribble down from the corners of his mouth. “-Mhmm. Just… needed to breathe, a bit.” He huffed again, swallowed once more, then flicked his tongue across the last of those drips. “But, by all means, don’t stop for me. I could drown here.”

“Sorry.” Habu drew back again, shook herself off, then changed her mind and instead wiped off along his already soaked shoulder. Lukas squirmed and throbbed again. “Once it starts, it’s kind of hard to stop. Doesn’t seem like you mind too much, though.”

“Yeah. Well.” Another little lick and kiss, cleaning up her stray dribbles, swirling across his own lips. “I was the one who asked you to do that second bottle.”

Habu took a half-step back. She looked down across herself to make sure there had been no spillage, and then began to lower herself down to her knees by the otter’s hanging head. “Asked?”

“Okay.” He scooted to the side a little bit, broad whiskers once again tickling at her. “Told.”

“I’ve never before had to piss so hard that it hurt.”

“Aah. First time, huh?” He turned his muzzle towards her, where the bat could feel the warmth of her own mark emanating from his breath. “I get that, sometimes, after-”

“After drinking from someone else?”

“Mm.” He brought an arm up and ran his fingers through her hair, careful not to spread more of that wetness across her. “You know me so well.”

Habu settled into her place right here alongside him, one shoulder pressing up against the side of the mattress. Lukas’s whiskers twitched again, halfway folded against her; she brushed them aside and then tilted her head closer to his, where those bright blue eyes flicked over towards hers again.

“You know,” she began, “if that didn’t get you there, then I’m starting to wonder if-”

The otter opened his mouth, worked his jaw side to side, winked at her. “Oh, it will. I’ve seen what your tongue can do. Heck, I’ve felt it. It’ll work.”

“And you’re still sure that you wanna-”

“Habu. Yes. Last time was fine. Why wouldn’t this time?”

“Well, I mean…” Another flick of the ear, and then the bat pushed herself away from the mattress and turned. She cradled the back of the otter’s head hanging off the side on her paws, one thumb brushing the fur out of his eyes as he looked up at her. His mouth parted open, his whiskers twitched, and he looked back and forth across her muzzle.

Lukas giggled. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your other eye before. Your hair’s always covering it.”

‘That’s because I’m really a cyclops.” She swirled her tongue within the interior of her mouth, letting the tip hook out along her lips as she did so. “It’s the same one eye, just going back and forth based on which side you’re looking at.”

“Oh, shut the – fuck up-”

“Mm.” She spread her fingers along the back of his head, claws pushing through his fur down towards the nape of his neck. He shivered, back arching – then grunted softly through an audible slosh of her piss within his belly. “You ready?”

“Mhmm. Let it sit any longer and soon your piss is gonna become my piss again…”

“There could be worse fates.” Habu slid down a little bit further. Her nose bumped against his chin; he giggled again, his breath puffing across her parted lips, just barely half an inch from his. “Pucker up, buttercup. I’m about to taste your tonsils.”

“Hey, that’s-” He squirmed again as her lips came in against his. Habu made sure to exhale directly into his maw, so that his next breath consisted entirely of hers. “-my… line…”

And then the two met, the bat of course able to taste her own mark slicking the inside of his mouth, the surface of his tongue, the interior of his cheeks. She kept herself there for a moment, flicking and teasing her tongue across his, dancing, swirling, wrestling, like in any other kiss. Lukas’s giggle puffed out across her chin, his head inverted compared to hers, and then trickled out into a smooth, soft moan; up on the bed he rolled his hips side to side again, Habu able to just barely catch the tail end of another throb.

Mouth still pressed to his, the bat swallowed, lifted her tongue up against the bottom of his mouth to press his in place, then paused, welled up a mouthful of what she could, rolled the back of her tongue back – and scooped that glob of drool directly into the otter’s maw. Another moan sizzled out from the corners of his mouth, his hot, dank breath wafting across her, again refreshing the taste of her own piss; Lukas tilted his head a little bit to one side, lips now squeezing in so that he could suck along her tongue, the kiss parting there to allow him the space to do so.

Lukas swallowed down the taste of her drool, parted his lips to pant and catch his breath, craned his head further off the bed to draw her in deeper. Habu reciprocated the movement, pushing out with her tongue, continuing to swirl it around his as he continued to suck; back and forth she worked it, effectively thrusting with the muscle, pushing the pucker of his lips apart, feeling his breathy moans across her muzzle. Again she tossed her head to flick the hair out of her eye, straightened her tongue, then pushed in further – and further – and further…

And Lukas’s shoulders hitched in a suppressed gag, Habu teasing right there at the boundary and then drawing back. His breath bunched up in his throat, held for a moment, then sighed out in a quick rush; she drew back, welled up another glob of spit, and pressed in again, this time holding in place as the reflex racked his body, every muscle tightening, head lifting, throat clenching. Instead of a sigh this time he coughed, eyes squinching together, lips squeezing, and only afterwards did he let out a slow, trickling breath. Then Habu kept the point of her tongue there but leaned back in, turning her head, opening her mouth; Lukas’s eyes, decorated at the fringes with the beginnings of reflexive tears from the gag, came slightly open and then fluttered shut again. He stretched his lips forward, waited for her to meet him, jumped a little bit when she did, hummed into her mouth.

Habu hummed as well, her own noise amused, interested, appreciative. Lukas slid a paw up along the soaked fur of his chest, drawing a few slow, steady breaths; then Habu felt him nod against her, and once again she drew her tongue back, curled it around the rim of his esophagus – he twitched but did not gag – then returned in, and down, and pushed. No matter what, she would always have more tongue to give: once again Lukas’s shoulders hitched and bunched up, and instead of holding there, this time the bat drew back and then immediately punched forward into that sensitive trigger spot again, forcing the otter’s gag to ride through a second one. His back arched and lifted off the bed; a grunting groan pinched off into a wet, breathy cough, emptying straight into her waiting maw; his legs spread and then bumped back together again, only for Habu to do the same, then again. She turned her head the other paw, both paws still cupping the back of his head; the otter reflexively tried to pull away but she forced him to stay in place, churning her tongue further, drawing it back and then forcing it forward, yanking those gags and heaves out of him.

Lukas’s paws, trembling, reached out for her arms for support. His fingers rolled into place, gripped, held; Habu felt him swallow again, once more with that slick sleeving sensation wrapping around her tongue instead of her shaft, and then relax down when she allowed him to catch his breath. Then she pressed in further, forcing herself past his trigger, reaching down into his throat to scoop her tongue along the inner walls of his esophagus; he squirmed, shuddered, and started to tense up again, so the bat swiftly yanked back once more, teased the tip of her tongue across the roof of his mouth and back towards the extremity, then all at once bunched it up and pressed it right back in – and that was what did it.

Two quick, pinched coughs bucking out from his flared nostrils, another forceful clench, clamp and jerk, a quick vibrating tremble – and then Lukas’s entire body hitched and lurched, his head snapping up forcefully enough that his teeth briefly clacked against hers. From here Habu watched the way his filled belly pulsed and then forcefully flattened by reflex, then the swell spreading up through his throat; she wrenched her own eyes shut, took in a breath, and then caught the result of his heave-

-rushing out from inside, hot and quick and sudden, ballooning both his cheeks and hers as his body rejected the contents of his stomach, formerly her bladder. Rich and salty, musty-musky, carrying a note of burning spice from natural acid, Habu tasted her own mark, released, drunk, and then returned, her tongue bearing the brunt of the hot, quick flow, her nose burning with taste turned to scent. Still writhing and squirming with the aftermath of the heave, Lukas moaned out across her and swished his tongue, causing the caught double mouthful to slosh and froth; Habu pressed in a little closer, swallowed, felt that sizzling burn sear down her throat, swallowed again… puckered her lips in against his, drank down the foggy, messy load.

She could feel the warmth of her bladder and his stomach simmering out from inside. Paws gripping the trembling otter’s head, she pushed herself down, practically forcing her muzzle into his to suck everything free; she swirled and lashed her tongue around his teeth, his gums, the roof of his mouth, the base of his tongue again and again, slurping and sucking and swallowing until she had fully cleaned him up. Panting, still coughing a little bit, Lukas moaned again – now his breath had taken on a touch of that same sharp, rich note, though still Habu’s mark dominated – and pecked at her lips, her tongue, her dripping cheek.

The bat drew back and wiped at her mouth. “Again?”

“Uh huh.” Lukas licked his own lips, then grimaced. “God knows I’ve got more. Go for it.”

“You sure?”

He rolled his eyes. Lukas reached up for her shoulders and yanked her back down. “Shut up and kiss me.”

So she did. Again with the swirl of her tongue in towards the back of his throat, teasing at his esophagus and uvula, feeling the way his body tensed against the intrusion, little shivers becoming trembles becoming full-body lurches. The unexpected, unstoppable coughs and splutters, the tight gags, the muscle tension racking across his chest, his belly, his arms, his legs – and then another sudden swelling rush of searing heat, rushing up from his stomach through his throat and into where their mouths clamped together, Habu sucking, drinking down her own mark straight from his belly. A steady stream trickled out from the corner of Lukas’s mouth; the bat turned her head, suckled across the rim of his lips, forced him to heave and unload again, and this time drank it down as it came. Every time it happened he kicked with both of his footpaws, knees coming up nearly to his belly, back lifting up off the mattress and then thumping back down, to then bounce back up-

And then he tapped at her shoulder again, twice, those same two fingers. Habu immediately drew back, sour-salty mark dripping from her lips, tongue unfurling from where it had settled within his chest right at the boundary of throat and stomach. All she could taste, all she could smell, was herself mixed with him; Lukas looked up at her, eyes foggy, looking a proper mess with discolored piss dripping from his mouth, lines of tears cutting through his fur, some extra sticky slickness dripping from his nose.

“Okay,” he panted, then coughed deeply, wetly again. Lukas wiped at his mouth, and grimaced at the sticky strands that came free. “Okay. I think… I think that’s my limit.”

Habu also swallowed again, and turned to try to hide her arousal. “Um. Sorry. I got a little, um…”

“Hey.” Webbed fingers grasped her arm again. Dazed, Lukas grinned at her. “No. Nuh-uh. None of that. Okay?”

“But-”

“I had fun.” The otter spread his legs – and throbbed again, hard cock lifting up. “Okay? And don’t try to tell me you didn’t. I just – need a bit more practice. And you know what that means?”

Habu’s ear flicked. She knew where this was going, but tried not to show her growing amusement.

Lukas lifted up, trembled with the effort, and nipped at where a stray dribble trickled down her chin. “It means that we’ll have to do this again. And again, and probably again. But – God, I need to sit up, I’m getting dizzy…”

“Do you want to-”

“Hey, I put down the waterproof sheets first. Get up here. I’m not done with you yet.”