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I awoke the next morning surrounded by Ludwig's limbs and his member was lodged deep inside my body, still hard and throbbing. There is nothing quite like sleeping with your lover's maleness still inside you. It is quite possibly the most intimate and pleasurable experience in the world for me. I sighed softly and squeezed my muscles around him, dribbling a little juice across his ready flesh, and earned a muffled moan from the sheets.

Giggling softly, I nosed at his muzzle as it peeked out. "You are awake now?" I trembled as he moved slowly, and his member plunged even deeper inside me, and this time I felt a bit of pain. As gently as I could, I wrapped my feet around one of his legs and braced my hips, pulling myself slowly and carefully from around him. I gasped at how much size came out of me, followed by a glut of sticky globs of our mingled juices. The last part of his sex brushed across my clit as it emerged, and trigged one more slight orgasm, and then finally he was out of me.

"Goodness, otter girl..." the bull moaned again and quickly wrapped his arms back around me. "That was....just about the most in-tensifyin' night I've ever had with a lady." His eyes looked into mine and I saw the familiar twinkle in them, that of someone with great affection. "You sure you ain't a professional?"

"A professional what?" I asked and my paw came down to stroke the tip of his member slowly back and forth.

"Well, it don't make no nevermind to me what you are anyway. Kinda freaky what you can do with that magic of yours though, eh?" He stroked hair away from my face. "I'm rather bowled over by you, Lani. You're...you're a fine girl, and...whatever you wanna do, I'd be okay with it."

I smiled faintly and curled up against him, pinning his member under my thigh. "What I will need to do soon is return to my villa. I must pack for my next flight."

Ludwig propped his head on an elbow. "May I ask where yer travels are takin' you next? And...maybe I can join ya later?"

"Las Vegas," I churred softly. "I have a room waiting for me at the Silver Pyramid hotel."

The bull grinned. "I've been there before. You lookin' to do some gamblin' or mostly sight-seein'?"

The thought had occurred to me that I might like to see what all the card-playing, die-rolling, and wheel-spinning was all about, but I decided immediately against it. My credit card had a limited enough budget already. Losing money was the last thing I wanted to do. When I explained the matter to Ludwig, he seemed to find it humorous, and that he would gladly leave enough money at my villa for me to use. I politely declined. We snuggled for a few minutes more, and I used my paws, my mouth, and my feet to give the bull one more orgasm before leaving the bed and getting dressed.

Ludwig watched me dreamily, still panting from his last eruption. "Y'knowwww..." he drawled playfully, "I've got a Learjet out at the airport, gassed up, ready to fly. If'n ya gave me a day or so to close on this oil deal, I'd be mighty proud and pleased to take you on to your destination."

I blushed and thanked him kindly. "I already made the flight and paid the ticket, but thank you all the same, Ludwig, really." I slipped my feet into some sandals and searched about for my bag. "But..." I smiled and sat down on the bed. "Will you fly to Tahiti someday?" I really wanted to see him again, him and his incredible bovine length.

He chuckled and nodded. "Leave contact information for me at the desk, y'hear? I'll get out to see ya, lovely otter." He shamelessly stroked his member and I watched his flesh harden to full gorge again. "I...guess I'll get up soon as I get rid of this..."

I licked my lips and stroked the inside of my thighs under the sarong. No. I could not leave the bull wanting. Without saying another word, I untied my sarong, dropped down on top of him, and carefully nestled his warmth into me for one more bout of love-making.

**

By the time I arrived back to the villa, it was past noon and I was in danger of missing my flight. There was a moment I wondered just how powerful my floating spell was, and if I could actually use it to fly all the way to Las Vegas, but then abruptly put that silly thought out of my head. Already the words I had learned from that strange book by candlelight were leaving my memories, becoming faded and forgotten. To be honest, the words I wrote down earlier in my chapters were just nonsensical gibberish to me.

Hurriedly I packed, left a final note for Reno at the desk, letting him know I would see him back home in Tahiti in a few more weeks, and left the villa for the airport. Luck was with me, and I managed to get a taxi with a very impatient driver, who whisked me off to the airport in minutes.

When I boarded the flight, I heaved a deep sigh of regret. I had wanted to spend a few more days in this lovely city of lights, food, and magic. I looked out the window as the plane started down the long runway, thought of Reno, Ludwig, and the mysterious vanishing vixens who had seen me as their sister, and laid my head against the glass frame. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

**

I awoke just in time to hear the announcement over the plane speakers that we would be touching down at McCarran International Airport in fifteen minutes. When the pilot also mentioned the airport was in a little-known city called Paradise, curiosity got the better of me and I waved down one of the stewards, a lovely black vixen, for some comprehension.

"Oh no, not at all, it's not an island, girl," the vixen explained with a smile. "It's just one of those out of the way places, a lot of stores, hotels, restaurants and tourist traps. The big action's in Vegas." The plane dipped down suddenly, and she hurriedly sat down next to me and latched the seat belt around her. "Guess we're landing already. Made good headway with the tailwinds."

I nodded, still a bit confused, and then gripped the seat arm worriedly as the plane did its usual dipping and swaying. Though this was now my third plane ride in less than a month, the intense fear of heights I had was still quite evident. The vixen saw my fear. She gently laid her paw over mine and nuzzled my cheek.

"Don't worry, sugar," she said into my ear, "I wouldn't let a thing happen to a beautiful girl like you."

I turned my head to nuzzle her back, and felt better with her warmth and words. In the moments before the wheels touched down, we carefully, slowly explored one another's scents with nosings and nuzzlings, and I hardly felt the jar as the plane landed safely.

She smiled and kept her paw over mine. "You staying in Vegas long, sugar?"

"A few weeks, yes. This is my longest stay until Hollywood." I did not mind sharing my itinerary with her. California would be my next-to-last stop before leaving the United States from Honolulu for a trip to Europe. There was a temptation to make a brief stop home in Papeete, Tahiti, but a lot depended on my credit card. I did not plan to stay in Hollywood more than a few days, but I was deeply interested what all the fuss was about movie stars.

"You got a place to stay? I'm in town for a few days before I fly again. I'd be happy to show a pretty otter like you around."

I blushed as I often do when given attention. Trina, as I would learn her name later on, was a voluptuous vixen with deep blue eyes, long black hair like mine, and silver streaks running through charcoal black fur - and as it would turn out, a very satisfying lover.

We did not get more than a few steps out of the airport before we were holding paws and smiling excitedly. Trina secured a taxi for us and arranged a quick dinner at one of the nearby restaurants of which she had spoken. There, in a soft candlelit glow, we huddled close together in a booth and shared shrimp cocktails, crab stuffed with cheese, and lobster bisque.

"So..." Trina said quietly to me and took my paw again. "Ready to get out of here?"

I wanted to very much but frowned. "I am supposed to be staying at the Silver Pyramid. They have a room for me."

The vixen smiled and took out her smartphone. "Just a sec." In a few moments, the vixen had modified my itinerary which would allow me to check in to the hotel and casino the following evening. "There," she laughed and put away her phone, nuzzling my cheek and murring. "Tonight, you're all mine..."

Trina had a beautiful private swimming pool at her hideaway condo and we enjoyed a moonlight swim and unabashed foreplay in the deep end. Several times the vixen sank below the surface, nuzzled and kissed my breasts, and then went deeper underwater to lick and nibble at my tummy and then along my crotch. When she realized just how wanting I was, she stepped out quickly and came back with a long, thick plastic item.

"It's waterproof," she remarked breathlessly. "I use it quite a lot." Then after a few deep breaths, the vixen went down again and I felt the hard plastic prod up against my slit. I bit my lip at the sudden burst of pleasure and gripped the pool ladder tightly as the vixen eased the odd thing into me. After a few moments of pushing and pulling, I could no longer stand it, and let out a cry of delight as I came eagerly into the water, gushing one flow after another. Trina finally surfaced to catch her breath then quickly flipped my legs up, pushing me down underwater while she held my legs and eagerly drank my release. I had three or four hard orgasms while under the surface, and the vixen continued to pleasure me. Finally she let go of my legs and moaned, spreading her legs and pressing herself up against the wall to masturbate furiously.

I could not let her do that. I smiled and kissed her hard on the mouth, then took a breath of my own and went under. My tongue nestled in between her folds perfectly, and I spent the next ten minutes underwater, licking, lapping, and nipping at her sweet clit, helping her experience one thigh-quivering orgasm after another.

After about an hour or so playing with her pool-toy, as she called it, we both left the pool clinging to one another and panting uncontrollably. I really felt like I could not walk more than a few feet before falling. We collapsed wet and naked on her bed and, too tired to play any longer, soon drifted off to sleep, still holding each other.

**

I felt Trina's warm muzzle the next morning brushing across my breasts and I giggled, shooing her playfully away. "Enough," I rolled over to my side to face her before kissing. Under the covers, my knee pressed softly up against her. "Mmm. Any more sex and I will surely lose any interest in Las Vegas at all." Which was true enough. The idea of spending two weeks in the lovely vixen's home, sharing her pool, her food, and her love was quite tempting. But I also knew she had a daunting schedule of her own to keep.

"Okay, okay," the vixen laughed and bounced out of bed to put on a robe. "Why don't you take a hot shower, and I'll put on some eggs and toast for us."

I nodded and sat up, stretching otterishly, before getting unsteadily to my feet. "I think that would be a good idea." I stepped past our discarded clothes to the bathroom and under a hot spray of water. I had just finished lathering my breasts when I saw movement behind the door, which then opened to reveal Trina naked again and smiling gleefully. In her paw was the waterproof toy.

I sighed and smiled, moving over for my companion, and after a few moments of kissing and exploring each other anew, we lowered to the tub floor and took a nice, long shower together.