Shoes
A Mini Story By Talonsaurn
Shoes
XRated otter power, enjoy
It was always at this moment where the choice came, swallow or kiss. Hugged tight together, fresh from vigorous otter sex, his cock still burred deep in its home. In the tight watertight rumps of his prey. The soft otter body in his grasp was property now, Gallows mind had no problem with that, he owned people like others collected shoes.
He gently licked at the otters nose, he hadn't payed attention to its name, it rarely mattered, the last bit of information he cared about. He smelled nice, oiled with a lotion that was made with oranges, it gave the slightest of glimmers to the pale brown fur. Gallows mind often ignored the scent of sex and musk, like one who had lived in it he appreciated peoples finer flavors, some would call him a gormet, which to gallows mind was just being picky.. The best didn't have to be made by some fancy pants chef afterall., each palate was made differently,and his demanded the face of his meal to fit properly inside it...
He lifted the otters trembling body against his own, off the floor, no longer looming over him.. letting the bodies press and grind against each other, holding him so flush perspiration made wet sounds with each breath, Gallows feeling the soft features rubbing back, the firm belly, the deeply breathing chest moving in and out like a bellows.. The feel was key, everything from the texture of the fur to the squeeze his cock got when he hilted deep into the fellows depths.. the rape was half, this.. afterglow.. well that let him savor the shape fuller,, afterall..once you were raped.. you kinda felt the worst had happened...
The otters heart beat went pitter pat pat pat pitter, his breathing was shallow, lustful, Gallows slowly turned his head to press his ear to the throat, the embraced otter swallowed nervously, there was a tiny bit of doubt.. but that's what they all loved... even the most optimistic of sexual partners knew Gallows was a rapist, he wore that badge with pride... It too was a tool. How they responded to him was imporant, but he never let the secret out of what was the RIGHT reaction... it would spoil the fun.
He pulled his head back slightly and put his chin on the otters head , forcing it down into his chest letting him lick at the scruff of the head, sampling the flavors.. the fur flavor was laced with the days emotions, he could almost read it like a book, the thick otter fur tended to trap such flavors well..and would have blinded a lesser set of lips and tastebuds, he let it linger, holding his position while he pressed his tongue firmly between the otterlings shoulder letting its head bend against his own powerful pecs... the deeper true flesh flavor was quite nice, a mild flavor though, a palate cleanser.. Gallows discovered early on the flavors of a meal were each unique, among the sentient at least.. it was a dirty thrill to be the only one ever to sample a dish... yet another reason he was a man eater....
Face to face with the loving otter he smiled, slid a paw down to stroke the spread rump, feeling its curves slowly,, fingers stroking around the tailbase, pinky tickling the lesser furs sack.. then gallows opened wide.. There was a short scream, and then just wet mouthy sound as the littler otter realized the decision...Swallow
Like a collector of shoes.. there was only so much room in the closet... and this pair was going back to its maker. He still savored the moments before he'd never see the otter again, its toes sticking from his lips.. soon only to fuel the ravenous needs...
He laid back, murderous belly grossly swollen, making soft *grulping* sounds he liked eating people just a bit smaller than him, gave him a great sensation, the beautiful otter was no more, snuffed out to be turned into fuel for the unending hunger of the stud, like thousands before him. Gallows was a PREDATOR first and formost, a force of nature for hunger.