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Do you have ANY idea how many iterations of this story I have gone through? Pending me locating another attempt at it, this would be my fifth attempt. Surprisingly, I wasn't having trouble with the sex, I was having the hardest of times setting up the sex. Strange the idea may sound, but if I was just writing sex, this would get very old very fast. Anyway, have fun reading this and don't do anything stupid now, I value my readers, what few of you there are.

It is a rather curious situation to make love to someone of a greater or smaller size, yet at the exact same time, it is all very familiar. -Avanti Halfhorse

In the small village where I grew up, life had always been hard. We rarely had enough food to feed everyone and if we were lucky, we didn't go to bed hungry. As we were sea otters, we mostly relied upon the sea for food, but we still hunted and scavenged on the land around the village to try and supplement our meagre diet, but we still barely had enough to get by.

As I grew older I was trained as a hunter, one who would hunt for food on land or in the shallows and when sea serpents attacked the village, it was part of my responsibility to fight them off. They were dangerous creatures that looked like lizards with fins along their back and could easily stand taller than a sea otter except they never stood up when they came up on shore. From the tip of their nose to the end of their tail, they were about 12 to 14 feet long, their tail approximately half their length. They mainly used their tails for swimming, a fact I was rather glad of. The preferred weapons of the sea serpents were their claws and teeth, both of which were razor sharp and should either make contact with you, were easily fatal. Any time a sea serpent approached the village, we knew we were in for a long, tiring battle that we could not easily win. Our simple spears were almost useless against their scales and striking a blow against their underbelly was almost impossible and even then, suicide without doubt. The only thing we could do was constantly harass the serpent until it decided to retreat back to the ocean, a fight that was never easy. Despite our most valiant efforts, we had never managed to kill or even severely wound a sea serpent, meaning that no matter what, the advantages the scales and claws would benefit upon us were out of our reach. The sight of the red dorsal fin was never a welcome sign at any time for the village.

Time brought my village a change of fate one day, only I never considered it as such at the time.

I was out hunting along the beach to the south of the village when I spotted something moving some way down the beach. Immediately, I took cover in the nearby tree line and continued to watch. From my hidden observation spot, I watched what looked to be a sea serpent slink out of the trees, take a quick check of the beach and scurry out into the surf. This looked strange for a few reasons, the first being that the sea serpent wasn't red like the others, but was dark-blue like the ocean. They also seemed slightly larger than the red variety and were able to move quite well whilst standing on their hind legs. I began to wonder what it was that the serpent had been doing down in the jungle and if it was worth checking out.

I moved down the beach, staying close to the tree line and keeping an eye out for any signs of the serpent's return. I couldn't think about letting my guard down as fighting a sea serpent alone was an extremely dangerous plan and if I had to choose, making a getaway was very much preferred over the alternative.

When I found where the serpent had exited the jungle, I saw a path that lead deeper into the undergrowth. After taking one last look around to ensure that I wasn't about to walk into a trap, I began to follow the path into the dim light under an almost impenetrable canopy above. What I found at the end of the path was certainly something I hadn't been expecting.

A few hundred paces from the beach, I came upon what I could only consider a rather large nest made from sand, seaweed and palm fronds. Laying in the centre of the nest was a sea serpent, asleep. What was peculiar about this sea serpent was its size; it looked no larger than an otter child of five or so years. It was also a similar colour as the seaweed and palm fronds. Once I was certain the small whelp was asleep, I crept closer to the nest. I knew that this was an opportunity to rid the ocean of a sea serpent before it was old enough to be a real danger to me and my kin. With my stone knife in my paw, I began to step into the nest, only to somehow wake the damn thing up. I froze in place as the young serpent lift its head up and make small chirping noises. Cautiously, I backed away from the nest to make sure that the thing didn't scream out in fear, lest it call back the other one, which I assumed to be its parent. I figured that the chirps were how it talked to its parent, the red ones that attacked our village also made a similar noise, only much deeper and much louder. Along with growls and roars, this seemed to be the limit of the noises that they could make. However it appeared that this one could make many more noises.

"Mama," it said to me, wanting me to return to the nest. "Mama."

'A new noise," I thought to myself,'certainly a clever trick.'

My opportunity to kill the whelp had been missed, so I moved back into the jungle to hide and maybe see what else I could learn. The whelp soon returned to sleep and though I thought about trying to kill it again, but I figured that if I could learn a bit more about its parent, perhaps I could find out if it was the same as the serpents that attacked the village.

I waited patiently in the undergrowth until the sun reached the middle of the sky, around which time the parent returned. The moment the parent entered the clearing around the nest, the whelp immediately began to chirp and cry "Mama" in anticipation of a feed. It was now that I heard the most amazing thing in my life.

"Yes my little one, mama's here."

I held my breath as best I could, lest I let out an audible gasp. I could hardly believe what I was hearing; a sea serpent talking. I kept my position and watched the parent lay down in the nest with a sigh. For the next ten minutes, the parent simply lay in the nest. From my limited field of view, I was unable to see what was going on within the nest, but as I couldn't hear the whelp making any noise, I had to guess it was getting a feed. I wondered if this was the whelp's mother, it certainly seemed likely, but I was unwilling to leap to any conclusions just yet.

I was forced to stay hidden for quite some time. After feeding the whelp, it appeared that 'Mama' needed a rest and I was worried that moving might alert them to my hiding place. Once the parent had rested for a while, they took the whelp down to the beach for some reason and I wondered if they had abandoned the nest. However it wasn't long before they returned to their nest, the parent dragging with them some seaweed that looked freshly collected and still damp. After the whelp had returned to the nest, the parent used the damp seaweed as a blanket of sorts to cover their child. With the whelp chirping and calling, the parent gave what I could only describe as a kiss to the whelp.

"You sleep now my little one, Mama has to go fishing," the parent comforted. "You stay in your nest and I'll feed you when I get back."

"Fish!" The whelp squealed. "Mama fish!"

"That's right, Mama fish," the parent replied with a chuckle, before they went back to the beach, leaving the whelp to fall asleep.

I waited a while to make sure 'Mama' wasn't coming back, before I came out of hiding. As I looked into the nest, I saw the whelp sleeping soundly, tucked carefully into the seaweed and I reflected on what I had just seen. The sea serpents that attacked our village looked just like the serpent in the nest, and so did its parent, but these two were a different colour to our attackers. And whilst the serpents that attacked our village were blood thirsty killers, this parent showed as much care for its offspring as an otter mother did for her own pup. I was unsure what it was I should do about them. Had they been the same red colouring as the other serpents, or acted in the same way, I would have slit the whelp's throat without thought, but all that I had just witnessed was nothing like what I would have expected. The only thing I could say with certainty was I would have to report my finding to the chief of our village.

The next day, I found myself waiting for the parent to leave the nest so I could sneak into the nest clearing again. Once I had told the chief everything that I had seen, he said that it would be best to keep up my watch and determine just how dangerous this pair were. If I found any clues which tied them to the serpents that attacked our village, I was to act, killing the whelp before it became a danger. I did not like the idea of hiding near the nest, lest 'Mama' catch me, but there was no reason to make a new enemy for the village. Once the parent had gone on what I could only assume was a fishing trip, I snuck back to the nest where the whelp was snoozing comfortably under a damp seaweed blanket. I decided not to bother it this time, instead I began to look for a new place to hide, somewhere I could get a better view of both the nest and the beach. I found myself a good position in a tree that was well hidden and also allowed me to watch both the beach and the nest without revealing myself. From here, I kept my watch and waited.

The middle of the day was approaching when the parent returned to their nest and upon their arrival, the whelp immediately began to call hungrily.

"Mama, Mama"

"Mama's here," the parent replied as they lay down in the nest. "I know you're hungry."

From my new vantage point, it was clear to me how the whelp fed. It nuzzled into the parent's crotch and, I presumed, began to feed. Now I really began to wonder what it was the whelp was feeding on, but it seemed to change place after a while and I could see that the parent had at least three slits in between their legs. There was one long slit in the middle that seemed to go from the top of their hips to end at the top of their tail. The second slit I could see what situated to one side of the long slit, but was slightly higher and much shorter. The whelp had its snout buried in the third slit at that moment, situated on the opposite side of the long slit as a partner to the second. I wondered if the parent made milk like a mother otter, or if it was something else. I had no idea how many slits the red serpents had, none of us had the time to take notes on their bodies as they attacked our village.

After feeding the whelp, both parent and offspring took a nap for some time, before the parent took the whelp down to the beach to wash, before returning them to the nest and going off hunting again. From my vantage point in the tree, I felt it was safe enough to sneak away without being seen, so I decided to wait for the parent's return. I had to wait until sunset for "Mama's" return. Upon their return, "Mama" fed their offspring again and took them down to the beach for one last wash for the day. With this done, both returned to their nest and seemed to get comfortable for the night, the parent humming some melody or lullaby to the whelp.

I pondered what it was I had seen so far. I had only seen one parent over these two days, who had been forced to leave their offspring in a nest in the jungle whilst they went off to fish. It certainly seemed bizarre to me because we otters certainly didn't leave our offspring unattended; even birds would ensure one parent stayed with the nest.

After another three days of observation, it became obvious to me what the parent's pattern was. They would leave the nest just after sun up, making sure that their whelp had a blanket of damp seaweed before they left. Around the middle of the day they would return to feed the whelp, rest and re-dampen the seaweed before going out hunting again. They would return to the nest just as night fell, feed and wash their whelp before spending the night at their nest, leaving just after sun up to repeat the whole process. By the time a week had passed, I became certain that I could guess the times of day when the parent would come and go, so after I watched them leave one morning, I decided I would try and see if I could find out what I could about the whelp.

Sneaking into the nest was easy enough, the whelp didn't seem that upset by my presence, in fact the whelp crawled over to me and chirped away at me, calling "Mama fish, Mama fish" as it nuzzled against me.

"No fish," I said as I gave its head a pat.

"Fish fish fish!" It seemed to demand.

The whelp must have been hungry, as all babies are, and it seemed to nuzzle into my belly, looking for the feeding slits that I didn't have. I realised that if I didn't give the whelp something to satisfy its hunger, there would be no way I could get it back to sleep. I dug through my satchel and gave the whelp some fish I was keeping for my own lunch. The whelp happily chewed the fish, evidently lacking any real teeth to chew properly, as I looked around the nest. The nest itself seemed to lack anything useful, in fact I could only find palm fronds and seaweed. The parent seemed to like keeping the nest clean.

Once the whelp had finished the fish, it seemed to settle down again to doze. With the whelp no longer wriggling around, I decided it would be an opportunity to check the whelp out and see what I could find out about it. The whelp had what looked like teeth growing in, but it didn't seem like they would grow into the nasty fangs that the red serpents had. Its paws and footpaws were webbed, much like ours, but the claws and talons didn't look like they would grow very long. I noticed the same three slits on the whelp that I had seen on the parent and with some gentle probing, I determined that the side slits contained nipples and the large slit was their genital slit. The whelp wasn't too fond of my poking, but it did allow me to determine that the whelp was female and unless the males also had those slits for nipples, the parent probably was female as well. The whelp didn't seem like an offspring of the red serpents, in fact she seemed quite innocent. The parent also seemed rather caring and compassionate, but for the time being, I didn't want to find out just how dangerous the parent could be. As midday approached, I managed to sneak from the nest and resume my hiding place. The parent returned and unless they were hiding it, they were unaware I had been in their nest. When they returned to the ocean in the afternoon, I returned to the nest to watch the whelp, who now slept soundly.

The next day had to have been one of the hottest that summer and both the whelp and I were feeling the heat in the nest. As I watched her, the whelp began to pant and search for a cool spot to hide in, but the seaweed had dried out and left no damp spots to hide in. Since the parent was aquatic, I guessed that neither the parent nor the offspring could remain away from the water for too long or else they would dry out.

"Fish," the whelp groaned as she nosed me.

When I offered her a piece of fish from my satchel, she refused it and nuzzled against me.

"Fish," she moaned again.

"You thirsty?" I asked.

"Fish," she replied with a nod.

I took out my water bladder from my satchel and untied the corner. The moment I started to pour the contents onto my paw, the whelp immediately began to lick up the water, not letting a single drop spill. She had become rather dehydrated in the hot sun and drank almost half the water in my bladder. I couldn't give her everything, I still needed to drink, but I knew she would need something to keep her cool. I knew my satchel was rather water-tight, so I hid the contents and snuck out to the beach, where I filled my satchel with sea water and carried it back to the nest. When I poured the sea water over the whelp she was very grateful, chanting "Fish fish fish!" over and over. I did this another three times, making sure there was a damp spot in the seaweed for her to hide in. Once she had dug under the seaweed to sleep in a damp patch, I returned to my vantage point to wait for the parent's return.

When the parent returned, they were surprised, but very glad that a wet patch had survived the heat of the day to keep their young damp.

"How did you stay wet?" the parent asked as the whelp seemed to make a game of hiding under the seaweed.

"Fish!" the whelp proclaimed.

"If you say so," the parent chuckled. "Lets go wash before you eat okay?"

"Fish!"

I sat up in my tree in the afternoon, rain had moved across the jungle and was providing some much needed relief from the heat. The whelp didn't seem to mind the rain, she chirped and cooed happily as it fell. I, however, spent my time in the tree watching the sea, pondering the sea serpents and if these two were in any way related to the ones that attacked my village. Unfortunately, I didn't notice the red sea serpent until I heard it rustling in the bushes beneath me, where it was stalking towards the nest. This worried me, because no parent would sneak up on its own nest and so I knew that this wasn't good. I kept my element of surprise and stayed in the trees as I clambered from branch to branch towards the nest.

"Fish!" the whelp called out when she saw me in the branches.

The serpent didn't pick up on what she was calling out to, but stopped dead in its tracks the moment the whelp called. I knew that when the serpent made it to the nest, there was going to be a bloodbath. I didn't know if the parent was going to be hostile or not, but I couldn't let their offspring get killed. I made sure my satchel was secure before leaping from a branch and into the nest.

"Fish!" The whelp called out as she began to clamber all over me.

"No time for fish," I replied as I held my spear ready.

The red sea serpent slowly approached the nest, now aware that I was there. The moment their head was close enough, I stabbed at it with my spear. The whelp also saw the red serpent and let out a shrill cry that caught both me and the red serpent by surprise. Whilst the loud cry only dazed me for a moment, it only made the serpent angry. The serpent charged the nest and I was barely able to get out of the way. The whelp had already abandoned the nest and begun to run towards the beach.

"Come back!" I cried out before taking off after her.

The sea serpent followed after me, but seemed to have some trouble negotiating the path to the beach. By the time I had reached the shore, the whelp was standing on her hind legs looking out to sea.

"Mama!" she called out the surf, desperately waving her arms.

I knew the red serpent wasn't going to give up that easily, they probably saw the whelp as an easy meal, so I got ready for their next attack, trying my best to walk backwards down the beach towards the whelp with my spear pointed towards the jungle. When I was just within reaching distance of the whelp, the sea serpent came out of the jungle, ready to attack again.

"Fish!" the whelp cried as she grabbed my leg.

"On my back," I suggested to the whelp and fortunately, she knew what I wanted her to do.

She clung to my back as best she could as I tried to keep my balance. The red serpent tried to charge me, but I thrust my spear at them to force them back. As I was now able to keep myself between it and the whelp, it was now forced to baulk at my thrusts and stop its charge. I tried to circle around, keeping it to my front and make a retreat back to the jungle, but the serpent wasn't going to let me get away that easily, snapping at me and trying to keep me close to the water. If I was going to make an escape, I would have to force it back to the jungle. This would have been a reasonable goal had I the back-up of three or four more spear wielding otters, but as it was just me, trying to protect a whelp who was clinging to my back and getting heavier by the minute, this was going to be the roughest fight I'd ever had with a serpent.

I stopped trying to slip past the serpent, this plan having proved futile, and began my new plan, doing my best to force the serpent back. This plan proved to be even less effective as the moment I stepped forward to make my attack, the serpent grabbed the shaft my spear in its mouth and snapped the spear head off, leaving me about a yard and a half of stick. I tried smacking the serpent's head with the broken shaft, but all this seemed to do was aggravate it further.

"Fish," the whelp cried nervously as she watched our slowly losing battle unfold before her.

I discarded the shaft of my broken spear, it serving me no further purpose, and grabbed onto the whelp's legs, holding her tightly so she didn't fall from my back. Now, my only advantage was speed, as there was no way I was going to knife-to-claw with this serpent. The serpent took a charge at me, fangs ready for a bite. I used this opportunity to dash past its head, narrowly avoiding a powerful bite, but managed to get tripped up by the serpent's tail. The staggering I had to do to regain my balance cost me vital seconds, barely avoiding another bite as the serpent snapped angrily at my heels. I managed to regain my footing and ran as fast as I could towards the cover of the jungle, but I never managed to reach the tree line. The serpent tackled me, knocking me to the ground. The whelp managed to scamper off into the trees where she could be safe, but I now faced the anger of an enraged sea serpent. I felt a paw full of claws pin my right calf to the sand, the sharp tips of the claws puncturing my flesh with agonising force. With my leg held firmly in its grip, the sea serpent dragged me down the sand, but I had pulled my knife from my satchel and the moment I was close to its mouth, I turned over and took a stab at its snout. The pain in my leg was excruciating, but my surprise attack managed to force the serpent to release my leg. I didn't have much time to savour my little victory, the serpent immediately resumed trying to kill me. This battle was really starting to get hard and I tried my best to hold back the gnashing jaws of an angry serpent. This fight was starting to get tiring, my fingers were beginning to bleed as they fought to hold back the serpent's jaw.

"Let go of me you damn beast," I growled, trying to stop its teeth from getting at my neck.

When it tried to bite, I managed to avoid the strike, the serpent shoving its snout into the sand. I grabbed my knife and stabbed it into the serpent's left eye. The serpent gave a howl as it tried to bite me again, putting a paw on my belly to hold me still, but I managed to stab it in the mouth with my dagger. My dagger stuck firmly in its gum, but it seemed the serpent was even more aggravated by this. I tried my best to pull my dagger back out, but the stone blade snapped off.

"Oh come on!" I shouted as I threw the broken handle away. "Why won't you just get off me?!"

Can you imagine my surprise when all of a sudden the serpent was pulled off of me. I looked up to see that the whelp's parent had returned at just the right time to drag the red serpent off me.

"Fish!" the whelp cried as she ran to me to try and help me up, but my injured leg and sore gut made it hard to move at all.

With the serpent dragged off me, the parent engaged in a rather rough wrestling match with the serpent, the serpent having stood somewhat upright to try and topple the parent, but this attempt had failed and now the two fought, forepaws on the other's shoulders.

"Fish, fish," the whelp continued to insist, pulling at one of my arms.

However I was watching this rough battle between parent and serpent, the parent finally managing to to pin the serpent to the sand. Realising defeat, the serpent squealed until the parent let it up. With the battle having turned against it, the serpent made a hasty exit from the parent's presence and back to the water. With their adversary gone, the parent now focused their attention on me and their child.

"Did the nasty serpent scare Mama's little Fish?" the parent asked as they ran towards the whelp, arms out for a hug.

"Fish!" the whelp said as she helped me sit up. "Fish!"

"I thank you for saving my daughter," the parent said to me as they picked up the whelp. "Your actions are noble."

"Yeah, well I couldn't stand to see the little one get hurt," I groaned.

"You have been watching me and my daughter for the last week," the parent said as a matter of fact. "Why?"

"I live in the otter village to the North," I explained. "The reason I've been watching you is because my village needed to know if you had anything to do with those red serpents, but it appears that you don't."

"I can't say it's that simple," the parent replied, "but your wounds are more important at the moment."

The parent carried me back to their nest and began to tend to my wounds.

"What are you doing?" I asked as they began to wrap seaweed around my injured leg.

"I am going to use the life in this seaweed to heal your leg," they replied. "This shouldn't hurt any more than what it does now."

I was surprised to hear such things, the idea of moving life from one thing to another, but I watched as they bound my leg and held their paws above it. I could feel something moving on my leg, as if it were laying in a flowing stream as the seaweed turned from dark green to brown. When the seaweed looked it had been in the sun to dry out for a week or so, the parent began to unwrap it.

"It will take another three or four days to heal proper," they said as they pulled pawfuls of dry, crumbling seaweed from my leg. "Try to avoid walking on it if possible."

As the seaweed was pulled from my leg, I saw a pink scar where the claw wounds had been.

"That's amazing," I said as I looked at my leg.

"It is our gift from the creators," they replied. "My gift has saved me countless times."

"Fish!" the whelp cried out as she gave me a hug around the middle, squeezing my tender muscles.

"Watch it," I hissed. "That demon stepped on me."

"Come here Fish," the parent chuckled, "your hero still needs to heal."

"Will it be possible to help me with my gut and fingers?" I asked, showing them my bloody fingers.

"I'll need some fresh seaweed, but I won't have any trouble organising that."

"Good, because I'm worried that there could be some real damage."

"I'm sorry that you had to fight him," they sighed as they cuddled Fish. "It seems no matter where Fish and I run, a serpent finds us."

"Who are they?"

"They could be my brother, my father, Fish's father or they could just be some other male."

"You mean you are of the same kind?"

"Yes, I am, but I suffer just as you do. I am Fish's mother and the males of my kind wish to kill my little Fish, in order to mate with me."

I looked at Fish as she rest in her mother's arms, so innocent and helpless. Then I remembered the sea serpent I had fought earlier in the day. Had I not intervened, Fish would have died, been killed so a sea serpent male could breed with her mother. We otters always looked out for each other and it didn't seem right that a father would kill their own child.

"So you have to go out and leave Fish all alone?"

"Yes, that is a fear I have to face. She is my seventh daughter and only my second living daughter."

"The other five?"

"They're..., they're dead. It takes twenty or thirty years before a young one is able to defend herself."

"What about the boys?"

"We are all born twins, a boy and a girl. Our brothers are much stronger than us at birth, so shortly after being born, they leave and are able to fend for themselves. My mother took care of me for thirty years before I was strong enough to fend for myself."

"Fish," Fish whined, interrupting our conversation. "Mama fish."

"Yes dear," the parent replied with a chuckle. "I'll feed you."

The parent laid down and put Fish in the nest next to her belly. Fish wasted no time, nuzzling into one of the side slits on the parent's belly.

"I'm sure you're aware that growing pups need plenty of food," the mother said as she rubbed the back of Fish's head, "but I'm sure you're not use to seeing a female feeding her child from here."

"Err, no," I replied. "Our young feed from their mother's bosom."

"I have seen some otters with those growths and wondered what they're for," she said as she made a motion of breasts. "They look cumbersome."

"The other males of my tribe say they're quite enjoyable to play with."

"You don't agree?"

"I am unmarried."

"Unmarried? What does that have to do with a mother's bosom?"

"I haven't chosen a female to start a family with."

"And so you have not played with a mother's bosom?"

"No."

"So why must you start a family to play with a mother's bosom?"

"It is part of foreplay."

"What is foreplay and what does it have to do with being unmarried and a mother's bosom?"

"It's complicated."

"You're telling me."

It took a while to explain to Fish's mother all about marriage, family, my village and otter sex. She found my explanation of otter sex to be interesting, because the idea of having sex for fun was rather strange to her. When I asked why, I was told all about sea serpent sex, the nature of it being rather rough and violent.

"You can understand why I was surprised you otters do it for fun," Fish's mother said after explaining to me the violence she suffered from Fish's father.

I didn't know what to say, so I simply sat there in the nest. Fish had finished eating and was now sleeping with her head in my lap.

"I worry about Fish's future, what will happen next time I go hunting, if she'll even grow up. The trials that I must undergo to raise my daughter." She let out a sigh. "I envy your females, having someone to help, living in a village with others." Despite the fading light, I could see her smiling at me. "Having someone who loves them. Life must be easy for them."

"Except food is a problem," I replied. "We hunt and fish as best we can, but we always seem to go short. I should have been hunting this last week, so we will be short of food."

"Then perhaps we may be able to help each other. I know much about the flow of the ocean and the forest; I would be more than willing to help feed your tribe."

"What what do we offer in exchange?"

"I want to live in your village, I want my Fish to be safe."

"Just so you realise," I warned,"I am in no position to offer you a place in my village."

"I know, so perhaps it may be best if I return you to your village tomorrow and discuss the matter with your tribe's leader."

"That would certainly be a good idea."

After Fish's mother had tended to my paws and belly, we rest for the night. I awoke to find Fish's mother had already gone fishing, leaving me with Fish cuddling up against me. When she returned, she had been kind enough to bring me some fish to eat, which I hungrily consumed. After this brief meal, the three of us made our way back to my village. The village was quite surprised to see me being helped by a sea serpent of a different colour, who was walking on two legs and carrying her child. My mother, bless her, was there almost immediately to help me walk and though she insisted I return to my family's hut to rest, I knew that I had a more important job to undertake. The village chief came and listened both to my story and the agreement proposed by Fish's mother. My name was suggested as Fish's guard when Fish's mother was absent, simply because Fish had become so attached to me. I wasn't sure if I would be given a say in the matter, but I wasn't sure I would have objected anyway. The chief discussed the issue over with some of the other elders in the village, but the suggestion of more food was a blessing to be considered. Fish and her mother would both be accepted into our village and I was to be their guardian.

A month had passed since that fateful day. Fish's mother had been given the name Dolphin by the village fisherman, because of how she swan and how good she was at finding fish. Because of her, our village had ample food and not just extra fish either. Under her tutelage, the hunters and the gatherers also prospered. Fish kept her name, her love of that word cementing it amongst the village children. She had learnt many new words, 'Papa' being one of them, which she had now started calling me. Though Dolphin had suggested that she would set up a nest nearby, the village built her a hut of her own, one which I now called home. More often than not, my day would end when I crawled into the nest that took up most of the floor. Mornings more often started with Fish waking me up; Dolphin having already left with with the fishermen or hunters. Fish was always desperate for me to wake up, as she knew she wasn't allowed to run off and play with the young pups unless I was watching her. Because I had to watch Fish, it wasn't uncommon for me to end up watching over some other otter children as their parents did their own daily chores. At midday, with the return of Dolphin and the hunting or fishing parties, Fish would return to the village to feed from her mother. I had the afternoon to myself, in so much as I didn't have to worry about looking out for Fish; Dolphin rarely left the village after midday without her. I would go out for a walk or spar with some of my fellow guards, but I normally stayed to watch over Dolphin and Fish as they went swimming. Of an evening, if I hadn't been assigned to sunset watch, my time was spent around the central camp fire, paying attention to the stories told or the topics discussed. Most of the discussions of late revolved around the summer festival and how Dolphin should be the fertility patron this year. I could tell Dolphin was somewhat embarrassed to be chosen, but I could agree with the reasons, no other had brought more life to the tribe than Dolphin.

On the night of the celebration, I relieved one of the younger guards as I knew he would have enjoyed the revelries more than me. From my post, I could watch the feasting and dancing, I even watched Dolphin dance once or twice and even little Fish loved the beats from the drums. It was after I thought Dolphin and Fish had gone to bed that I received an unexpected visit.

"I see you are on duty tonight," a voice said behind me, making me turn and see Dolphin standing there.

"I thought that a young husband should enjoy tonight with his wife," I explained as I turned back to face down the beach.

"I noticed that it was mostly young couples dancing this late."

"It's safe to say that they have good reason. They're filled with a lot of love and life."

"They feel that I am responsible for it."

"Of course you are. Before your arrival, I would spend all day hunting and if I was lucky, I would return with enough food to feed me and my mother for one meal. Ever since you became part of our tribe, the fishermen go out and are back by midday with more food than they caught in an entire day fishing. The hunters go out and find a wider variety of food than ever before. With your help, my people have improved our quality of life."

"I know, but was the paint really necessary?"

I turned around and saw Dolphin had been painted with stripes of white body paint, she was tracing a claw tip along one of the stripes of paint on her chest.

"I don't even have breasts and my nipples are lower."

"So what brings you out here at this time of night?" I asked as I looked back to the beach.

"I can't sleep that well when you take watch, just tonight makes it a bit worse."

"What's so bad about tonight? Other than the festivities, it's just another night."

"A lot of well fed otters who finish celebrating go home and spend time together."

"Bringing back bad memories of your matings?"

"No, not that."

I felt two long arms slide over my shoulders and then Dolphin rest her head atop mine.

"I've always been lonely," Dolphin continued. "We serpents live alone, usually with only our young for company and I was okay with that, but since I started living in your village, I've longed for some personal company."

"I am sorry to hear that."

"The thing is, I only feel lonely when you're not around. When I go hunting or fishing, I feel like a part of the tribe and when I am with my little Fish, I feel like a mother. But when Fish has gone to sleep and the village rests, I see you laying in my nest with Fish and I want to be your wife."

"My wife?"

"I see all the married females and how they interact with their husbands. They share something special with them, a connection unlike the ones they share with their pups or the rest of the village. It's so intimate, so personal, so physical. They mate with so much physical need, but enjoy the closeness they share. It seems beautiful that a pup is the sign of their parent's love, but I feel sad that my little Fish isn't the result of a beautiful thing."

"You want to carry my pups?"

"I... I do. I want to feel your naked body next to mine, I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you."

I broke Dolphin's embrace to step away and face her.

"It is my duty to my village that I protect you both and Fish already calls me 'Papa', but I don't know if I would be able to be the lover you need," I explained. "For two otters, their bodies are the same, but for us there are differences. I don't know what to think at the moment, so I will need time before I can give you an honest answer Dolphin."

"I understand," she replied as stoic as she could. "I am just glad I could speak to you."

"Goodnight Dolphin."

I hoped Dolphin would rest well, as I knew I would get no sleep that night.

The sun rose to find me still standing at my post, having told my replacement I would take his shift. I knew I would get no sleep that night and it was only when Dolphin and Fish had both woken for the day I felt comfortable enough to get some sleep. With a day of rest called after the festival the night before, Dolphin took care of Fish, leaving me an empty nest to sleep in. My sleep was fitful and restless, and by the time midday came, I knew I would get no further rest. Dolphin had decided to take Fish for a walk, so I decided to tag along to make sure both were safe.

After walking some way, it appeared Dolphin wanted to return to her old nest. By now, all manner of beasts had ransacked it, so the nest was unusable as a nest, but Dolphin was happy to see it.

"There a reason you came here?" I asked Dolphin as she looked at the pile of sand where her nest had once been.

"I just wanted a day with my little family," Dolphin replied as Fish played in the sand. "I am glad you came."

"It's my duty to watch over you."

Dolphin looked at me with sad eyes.

"Do you think you could forget your duty just for this afternoon?"

I saw the look in Dolphin's eyes and let out a sigh.

"Alright, for this afternoon, I'll forget about it."

"Thank you, that means a lot."

I tried to spend the rest of the day as carefree as possible. The three of us played in the surf and I rode the waves like I hadn't done since I was just a pup and Fish enjoyed the ride on my back. Dolphin was the best at riding the waves, her powerful tail allowing her to swim after the fastest of waves. Fish built little villages in the sand, decorating her landscape with shells and seaweed. We simply played like care-free children, not worrying about anything important. We barely realised the afternoon was passing until we found it too dark to continue our games. While Dolphin went fishing for some dinner, Fish and I made a fire. We ate well and rather than going straight home, we rest under the stars by the fire.

"Is Fish asleep?" I asked as I lay on the warm sand.

"Poor dear is so tired she barely drank anything," Dolphin chuckled as she took her sleeping daughter's muzzle from one of her nipple slits. "I'll feel sore until she feeds later on."

Feeling adventurous, I asked. "Would you like me to help?"

I looked over to see how she'd respond and in the firelight, I could swear I could see she was starting to blush.

"Isn't that something a husband would ask his wife?" Dolphin asked with a hint of playful scorn.

"I was simply asking to see if I could be of any assistance," I replied with the same playful tone. "If you think you can wait for Fish to feed, then by all means, wait for her to wake up."

I saw Dolphin give me a smile, one that said what she wanted without having to say a word as she rolled onto her side. I walked over to her and put my paw on her body, feeling the warmth that radiated forth.

"Do you want me to tell you what to do?" Dolphin asked me as she traced her claw tips over Fish's sleeping face.

"I see no reason why it won't come to me," I replied as I knelt before her hips and ran my fingertips along her body.

Carefully, I slipped my fingertips through the folds of flesh that protected Dolphin's delicate nipples and grasped the sensitive flesh between my thumb and forefinger. Dolphin gave a squeak as my fingers gently teased her nipples, a small amount of milk coming out as I began to massage it.

"That isn't how Fish does it," Dolphin yelped, trying her best to keep her voice down.

"She does it more like this?" I asked before I leaned forward to slip my muzzle into the opening my fingers made and run my tongue over nipple, tasting the warm, rich milk that dribbled forth.

Dolphin made the cutest of restrained squeals as my fingers and tongue slowly, delicately teased drop after drop from her tender nipple. Unable to hold herself on her side, she rolled onto her back, but this did not slow my careful feeding, pinching drop from the nipple before licking it with a drawn out lick of my tongue. Dolphin couldn't stand my slow and deliberate teasing, her own paws grasping her muzzle to stifle her squeals as she kicked her feet and lashed her tail tip back and forth with great vigour. Her evident discomfort made me smile, she knew I was doing this on purpose, doing it to torture her whole body. Eventually, she couldn't bare any more of my slow feeding and though she knew she risked waking Fish and completely spoiling our fun, she spoke up.

"Stop it," Dolphin whined, trying her hardest to not wake Fish.

"Don't want me to help you with your little problem?" I asked playfully.

"You're causing me a new problem," Dolphin muttered with a blush.

"I can help you with that one as well if you want."

The look on Dolphin's face said it all. Had we been alone, she would have screamed her answer at me, but her fast nods told me without words that she did. I straddled myself as best I could across Dolphin's thighs and ran my fingertips across her genital slit, now warm, pink and puffy with unrestrained desire. Dolphin whimpered at me as I ran my fingers over her warm outer folds again. I knew teasing an aroused sea serpent for too long would be a bad idea, so I gently parted the outer folds with my thumbs to reveal her awaiting sex beneath. I looked upon her exposed parts for a moment, her sexual tunnel a dark red colour and glistening in the fire light, her clitoris at the top standing rigid and begging for stimulation. I leaned forward, taking a deep breath of the scent coming forth from the soft wet flesh hidden within those folds and touched my tongue to Dolphin's clitoris. The moment my tongue touched, I felt Dolphin's entire body go stiff, her paws now desperately clutching her muzzle to hold back the squeals and screams she wanted to unleash. Dolphin's clitoris, desperate for attention just moments ago, was now receiving an uninterrupted attack by my tongue and lips; painfully slow licks and kisses that were pushing the very edges of Dolphin's self control. Her entire body was a writhing mass of unsatisfied need beneath me and each moment of my attention was simply fuelling Dolphin's sexual fire.

"Oh please," Dolphin managed to beg quietly, "stop please, I think I'm going to burst."

It was unfortunate for her that I was enjoying myself far too much and there was no way I was going to let up. My lips surrounded Dolphin's clit and my tongue teased the exposed tip that passed into my mouth. Dolphin could resist no more, her paws grasping at the sand beneath her as she let out a guttural moan. I continued unphased by this, Dolphin's wriggling only causing my whiskers to tickle the sensitive flesh within her outer folds.

"Don't stop," Dolphin begged, changing her tone, "oh please husband, don't stop."

I was caught completely unaware when Dolphin finally came, her hips bucking as she let out an animal-like squeal. Her passage clenched in waves as she squirt forth her cum, soaking my muzzle with sweet nectar. As she gasped and panted, her tension released in an orgasm she had so desperately wanted, Dolphin and I heard Fish crying for her mother.

"Mama!" Fish wailed, disturbed from her slumber by her mother's orgasmic cries.

"Don't cry," Dolphin said as she rolled onto her side to take Fish in her arms, dislodging me in the process and throwing me to the sand. "Mummy's here, don't cry."

"Fish," Fish blubbered.

"I know," Dolphin chuckled as she rolled back, "your naughty mother woke your up."

I sat up and watched the strange sight before me. Dolphin, her face flushed with embarrassment and nerves, cuddling her sobbing daughter to her chest, still rising and falling as Dolphin tried to catch her breath.

"Don't cry," Dolphin said to soothe her daughter, "Mummy's okay."

I tried my best to ignore my exceedingly uncomfortable erection as I walked up to give Fish a pat on the head.

"It's okay Fish," I whispered in Fish's ear as I rubbed her back.

"Papa," Fish whimpered as she curled up into a tight little ball.

"Come now Fish, papa wasn't hurting mummy," Dolphin comforted.

"Fish," the little sea serpent said as she rest upon her mother's chest.

"I think she's just grumpy she was woken up," Dolphin chuckled quietly. "She'll be asleep again shortly."

"We should think about heading back to the village," I said as I rubbed Fish's neck.

"Not right away," Dolphin butted in.

I gave her a curious stare and Dolphin blushed readily.

"I mean, we haven't finished," Dolphin added.

"You mean you want more?" I asked. "I know you came when you woke Fish."

"I've never been touched like that before," Dolphin bashfully answered. "This would be my first time with someone who cares about me."

"I'm glad we're in the same boat then," I replied.

"You mean you've never had sex before?"

"Nothing beyond what I just did to you."

"A lot of women must have been unhappy that they've never claimed your paw in marriage."

"Was it really that good?"

"I'm still glowing. Now husband, no more foreplay. I want our bodies to join proper this time."

"Of course, my dear wife."

I took off my normally comfortable loincloth, which I now found rather restrictive and sat back down on Dolphin's legs.

"You promise you won't wake Fish again?"

"Just as long as you don't tease me like you did last time."

I rubbed my rigid cock through the warm pink folds of Dolphin's genital slit, both of us sighing in unison, savouring the feeling of the other and patiently waiting for the next rush. I leaned further and further forward with each thrust until I felt the wet warmth of Dolphin's sexual tunnel sliding along the underside of my cock and her clit rubbing against the head of my cock. Dolphin didn't say anything to me, but the look upon her face said it all. Her forked tongue hung from the side of her mouth and she let out a low moan as I, with all the restraint I could muster, slowly slid my cock into Dolphin's passage.

"I'm in paradise," Dolphin managed to mutter, giving her warm passage gentle flexes around my cock.

"You and me both," I replied, taking all the time in the world to begin humping in a steady rhythm, one that was slow and deliberate so I could enjoy every moment of it.

I had always imagined that my first time would be a mad fury of unrestrained animal instinct, but as I got lost in the wet grip Dolphin's pussy had on my cock, I didn't care it was taking so long. I was amazed at how well Dolphin could control her own body, how it seemed to ripple and squeeze my cock as if it were teasing it with a will all its own.

"Please cum in me husband," Dolphin cooed. "I want you to fill me with your seed so I can become fat with your pups."

I tried my best to maintain my rhythmic thrusting, Dolphin's words inflaming my arousal. I pushed hard and deep with each of my thrusts, trying to get as deep as I could each time.

"You spoil me," Dolphin said with a smile. "Make me yours, make me your wife proper."

I continued to get faster, thrusting my hips harder as my heart began to beat faster.

"Husband, husband," Dolphin cried out quietly, "you're going to make me cum again."

I could feel it now, my animal need to pump Dolphin's pussy full of my cum, to join our bodies as lovers do and it was driving my thrusts, as slow as they were. I felt myself overcome and with one last thrust, I pushed my cock deep as I could into Dolphin's passage, my own sheath pushing through her outer folds and into the wet flesh within, before unleashing my seed. Dolphin moaned, nowhere near as loud as before, but just as vigorous. Her tunnel clamped and rolled rhythmically down my cock in time with each pulse of hot seed, drawing my sticky gift deeper into her body.

I panted as I felt the heat of my orgasm start to cool; Dolphin lay stretched out on the sand savouring her own. It was a surprise that despite our activity, Fish had not been disturbed in the slightest.

"That is the best I have ever felt," Dolphin sighed.

"I have to agree with you," I said as I laid down, cuddling up to Fish as well as Dolphin.

"We should get back," Dolphin added.

"It can wait," I replied. "They won't miss us for a few more hours."

As the fire slowly died down to embers, we began our trip back to the village, Dolphin carrying the sleeping Fish. I couldn't help but think about Dolphin's body on our way back, often causing me to glance over at her, which caused her to catch my glances with a smile. By the time we got back to the village, everyone but the night guards had gone to sleep. We snuck back to our hut and after Fish had been fed, we all went to sleep in our nest. When I woke the next morning, Dolphin had already gone out fishing, leaving me with a rather energetic Fish to watch over. In the afternoon, when Dolphin had taken Fish out for a swim, I went and talked to our village chief about Dolphin and how she saw me as her husband. He said that if that was the case, I would be allowed to marry Dolphin if I so chose. I accepted the offer, but I wanted it to be a surprise for her. Plans were put into action, unbeknown to Dolphin.

Tradition dictated when weddings could take place, which meant for two whole weeks, our village planned and organised a wedding without Dolphin or Fish being allowed to find out the true nature of the upcoming event. Dolphin figured out something was going on; it's impossible to hide gathering materials for a festival without your primary food collector finding out, but we simply hid it under the guises of a feast, which it was. The hard part was climbing into our nest every evening and not telling Dolphin the secret.

The day of the 'feast' arrived and as was tradition, I was not to see my bride on that day. It had been organised that Fish would be watched over by the mothers and a few of the village guards as I went off to collect an important flower for the wedding. It was tradition to present to your bride a crown of flowers which represented the natural beauty a groom saw in his bride. The flower I had chosen was the rare white shell flower, a flower that would take me all day to find.

By the time I had collected the flowers I needed and returned to the village, the night sky covered the land and were it not for the full moon, the last part of my trip would have been quite difficult. As I returned to the village and watched the festivities from the dark, I saw that Dolphin had been painted up with the traditional bridal markings. I hastily painted myself up with the markings of a hunter groom before I approached the fire, the flowers woven into the floral crown that I now held in my paw.

As I walked into the circle my fellow villagers made around the fire, everyone went silent. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard as I approached Dolphin and presented her with my crown of flowers. I stood as solemn as I could, my gift held at arms length, as the village chief explained to Dolphin in whispers what the crown represented. I watched Dolphin's face go from expressing confusion, to shock and finally to elation, before taking my gift and placing it atop her head. The moment Dolphin took her paws away from her head, showing my flower crown sitting atop, the whole village erupted with a cheer. I didn't know for how long Dolphin and I danced to the sound of the tribal drums, but as long as I kept my eyes fixed on Dolphin's, I didn't seem to care. It would have been close to midnight when Dolphin, Fish and myself went back to our nest, Fish having fallen asleep earlier in the night.

"Thank you husband," Dolphin said to me as she carried Fish.

"You're welcome," I replied. "I am thankful you agreed."

"With how you have watched over Fish and how you treated me on the beach two weeks ago, I would have been a fool to deny you."

The two of us climbed into the nest, Dolphin laying Fish down next to us as we cuddled together.

"I suppose we now have our first night together?" Dolphin asked me playfully.

"We would wake Fish and we have already shared our first night together."

"You must also be quite tired as well after finding me these flowers, they are quite rare," Dolphin said as she went to take off her flower crown, but I stopped her.

"You have to leave that on until I make you my wife proper," I explained.

"So we have already shared our first night together, but you have not made me your wife proper?"

"As I said, we'd wake Fish, keep the whole village awake and I am quite tired. I don't think it would be fair on you."

Dolphin lay her head in my lap and as I closed my eyes, I felt Dolphin nuzzling into my loincloth. I let her continue, a tad too tired to mind. It was when I felt Dolphin's serpent-like tongue exploring around my crotch that I realised she was up to something. I opened an eye to watch Dolphin start to remove my loincloth and look at my masculinity. Her tongue continued on its exploration and soon I felt it tickling and teasing at my sheath, licking at my cock within.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I looked down at Dolphin.

"I am just giving my husband the same treatment he gave me the first time."

"That is so kind of you my dear wife, but I do not have a child to feed, nor nipples filled with milk."

"And you didn't get distracted that evening?"

"You asked me, remember?"

"Because you were doing this."

Dolphin's tongue slithered into my sheath and began to lick the very tip of my cock with her forked tongue tip, forcing me to let out a groan. She continued this teasing, her agile tongue drawing my cock forth from its protective home and to erection.

"You have such a handsome cock," Dolphin said as she began to run her claw tips along the underside of my cock, sending a shiver up my spine and I was forced to let out a gasp as I felt her lips kiss the tip of my cock. She didn't let up with her teasing, using her tongue to massage the head of my cock whilst her lips slid up and down its length. Now I couldn't help but moan as my cock was ever so slowly stimulated by Dolphin's mouth and tongue. She moved slowly and deliberately, making sure not to arouse me too quickly, wanting her revenge for my act two weeks ago on the beach. I put a paw on the back of Dolphin's head, but despite my urging, she continued on unphased.

"Dolphin," I moaned, "this feels wonderful."

"Don't lose yourself just yet," Dolphin said as she lift her head from my crotch, "this is our wedding night after-all."

Dolphin shift herself so she was crouched above my erection and with the slow speed she had used to tease me with her mouth, she let herself slide down my cock. I bit my lip to stifle my moaning as best I could whilst Dolphin's hot, wet passage embraced my hard cock.

"Oh husband," Dolphin gasped, "you feel just as amazing as you did our first time."

"I can say the same," I panted. "You feel amazing."

In the moonlight, I saw Dolphin smile at me as our bodies touched, my cock buried within Dolphin's welcoming sex. What I hadn't expected was Dolphin's body massaging my cock; the sudden sensation of being pulled and teased made my cock throb in excitement.

"I didn't know you could do this," I moaned, feeling my pleasures build within my loins.

"I didn't need to last time," Dolphin said with a smile, "you were doing such an amazing job on your own."

"I am going to have to have some fun with you tomorrow."

"Of course, but don't hold back now, I want to feel your seed inside me again."

Dolphin leaned forward to silence my tongue with a deep kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth, taking the lead as I felt her pussy rhythmically squeeze up and down my cock, as if Dolphin herself was physically sliding over my length.

We didn't rush ourselves, we were patient and slow, but it certainly felt like Dolphin's body was impatient, massaging and teasing my cock without having to move her hips. In order to help Dolphin's pleasure, I slipped one of my paws between our bodies and began to rub her clit with my fingertip. The moment my fingertip touched her clit, I felt Dolphin's body clench in surprise.

"Oh please don't stop," Dolphin begged silently as she broke our kiss, "I think I'm almost there."

I pushed our lips back together, not wanting them to part, as my fingers gently ran over her clit, each stroke making her whimper and her warm passage clench uncontrollably around my cock. Where before she was in control of her body, the moment I started to tease and rub her clit, Dolphin lost all her composure.

"You just can't control yourself when I tease this," I said as I continued to tease Dolphin's clit, but she could only whimper her reply.

I knew that whilst Dolphin was losing herself, her desperate and rushed teasing of my cock was certainly driving me to my own peak, however the moment Dolphin's body went over her peak, my own body let go. My cock seemed to throb in time with Dolphin's body, which happily took my seed, squeezing desperately with each throb of my seed. I was glad our mouths were locked together, because if they weren't, Dolphin's whimpers and moans would certainly have woken Fish up.

After my cock finished pumping my seed, Dolphin's body certainly didn't stop pulsing and squeezing and as the two of us cuddled, our heads next to each other, Dolphin would sometimes let out a squeak as her body tensed up.

"You're enjoying yourself there," I teased.

"Hush," Dolphin purred, "it's still lingering."

Dolphin gave another squeak as her body twitched again. I lay there, cuddling with Dolphin as her body continued to randomly spasm every now and then, signalled with a squeak, but after a while, it came to a stop.

"You okay?" I whispered into Dolphin's ear, but all this caused her to do was nuzzle into my neck.

"No Fish, it's too early," Dolphin muttered sleepily.

"Just sleep my love," I whispered, realising I was trapped under her larger body, but I didn't mind the inconvenience for the comfort.

The both of us were woken the next morning by a hungry Fish nuzzling between our bodies.

"Mama, Papa," Fish trilled as she tried to nuzzle her way to her mother's nipples, irritated that her way was impeded.

"Are you hungry little Fish?" Dolphin asked before giving a huge yawn.

"Fish!" Fish whined.

Without letting our bodies part, Dolphin leaned back to lay down, letting Fish get to her nipples. I could see that our fluids were still leaking from Dolphin's body and that my cock had remained in her sex the whole night.

"She's hungry this morning," I said with a smile, wriggling my body free of Dolphin's.

"She had better be," Dolphin replied, "my belly is full of milk."

"Let's hope she drinks well, because we won't be back until late."

"All day? My, you weren't kidding about keeping the village awake."

"Most newly-wed couples had spent three or four years resisting their bodies, so it was often a time to release all that pent up sexual stress."

"You otters have such a strange need for sex."

"You haven't complained yet."

"I said it was strange, not that it was bad or unhealthy."

"So while we're out doing what every newly-wed couple does, who will take care of my little Fish?"

"Some of the other mothers in the village have offered to watch over her today, like they did yesterday."

"They have no problems with this?"

"They remember their first times and they know how a child restricts such activities."

I watched Dolphin's cheeks go a bright red as she covered her muzzle with her paws.

After Fish had finished eating, Dolphin and I headed off for our day alone, Fish being left with my mother who wanted to play with her new granddaughter. We walked for some time, simply holding paws like those in love often do, feeling the sand beneath us. Using my knowledge of the local terrain, we soon turned inland towards a stream that I knew we could spend our day by. The moment we arrived, we wade into the water to cool off, but we certainly didn't waste our time. Dolphin sat in my lap, her crotch rubbing against my own.

"Eager to start?" I asked with a playful smile.

"You said I would keep the whole village up all night," Dolphin replied as her arms rest on my shoulders. "I would now like to find out just how amazing this sex is."

"And you want to jump straight in? I would have thought your first interest would involve me burying my muzzle between your thighs."

"If I wanted you to bury your nose into my slit, I would have laid down on the grass."

"Well I want to bury my muzzle into you and taste your body again; your taste is beautiful."

Dolphin smiled at me bashfully as she moved from atop me to laying on the bank beside me.

"Well dear husband, if you insist on making me wait to feel you inside me again," Dolphin said, doing her best to resist her giggles, "then perhaps I will accommodate your wish."

I gave her a smile as I snuggled up between her legs, my muzzle nuzzling into one of her nipple slits to lick at the tender nipple within. Free from the worry of disturbing anyone, Dolphin let out a loud moan as her head rest against the soft grass while I teased her nipple with soft nips and slow licks. I continued this foreplay for a while, before shifting my focus to her other nipple, my paw continued to tease the other nipple. Dolphin moaned and squealed as I teased her nipples, both so sensitive to my touches. She moaned for me to move to her genital slit and I ignored this plea until she was bucking her hips up at me. When I changed my focus from her nipple slit to her genital one, its outer folds were already cherry red and very moist, and the moment I parted them with my fingers I was hit with the sweet smell of her nectar. Dolphin was now in desperate need of my touch, her soft inner folds already as red as her outer ones and glistening with her moisture. My muzzle wasted no time as it buried itself into the sweet scent of Dolphin's slit, allowing my tongue ample access to the nectar within. I lapped at her sex hungrily, desperate to lick up as much of her intoxicating fluids as possible and for all that I licked up, Dolphin was more than willing to give me more. Dolphin let herself cry out in joy as all of a sudden, my muzzle was bathed in a gush of nectar. I drank as much as I could, trying to let none of Dolphin's sweet nectar be wasted, Dolphin wriggled and squealed as her body leaked the tasty treat, but this slowed to a trickle as Dolphin stopped wriggling and began panting.

"Aren't you glad we decided to start with foreplay?"

Dolphin didn't answer straight away, she simply lay on her back panting.

"I only hope that it has made you ready to share our pleasures," Dolphin finally answered, "because I am not too pleased by the idea of being made to wait any longer."

I removed my loincloth and rubbed my firm cock against Dolphin's warm genital slit.

"Is this a sufficient sign of my readiness?" I asked as I teased my cock between her aroused folds.

I felt a firm paw pressing against my rump, pushing my hips against Dolphin's and my cock slipping into her body.

"You've already teased me," Dolphin panted, "so there's no need to continue being mean."

I could tell from Dolphin's voice that she was now desperate, her previous orgasm had in no way dulled her desires. I cuddled up against her body, my hips shifting slightly to make myself more comfortable as Dolphin murred and shift my cock around inside her. When our bodies were comfortable, I began to thrust my hips against Dolphin, my speed starting slow, but gradually picking up until I was thrusting at a reasonable rate. Dolphin murred and moaned as she pressed our head together. We fucked with all the vigour I could muster, with all the stamina I dare spare, but Dolphin savoured every moment, her own body clenching and clutching at my cock as if it would lose its grip and I would fall out. I could hear each of Dolphin's moans and shrieks run through my body, the paw she held on the back of my head grasping my fur firmly between her digits. I did try to restrain myself, not wanting to peak too soon, but the massaging grip Dolphin had upon me was too alluring and too soon for my liking, I felt my cock pumping my seed into Dolphin's body. Dolphin let out a loud moan as she felt my hot seed dribbling into her passage. Her other paw gave my rump a firm squeeze as I shuddered and gasped, trying my best to push as deep as I could. As my orgasm passed, I collapsed on top of Dolphin and she wrapped her arms around me.

We said nothing to each other in that post orgasm daze, Dolphin simply running a paw over my back as she let out a deep purr. We rolled over after a while and Dolphin sat up.

"Something wrong?" I asked, having finally caught my breath.

"Of course not," Dolphin replied with a naughty smile on her lips. "I just want to taste your cock, since you certainly have tasted my slit."

I felt her nose press against my sheath and the cool air of her breath pass over my flaccid cock as she inhaled the mixed scent of our fluids which clung to my fur.

"You certainly have an exotic scent," Dolphin said after taking her deep inhale. "Makes me wonder what you taste like."

I watched her snake-like tongue slide out of her mouth and lick along my cock, wrapping around it, before being drawn back into her mouth.

"You taste as good as you smell," Dolphin said with a smile.

"Are you sure you're not tasting your own amazing flavour?" I asked as Dolphin rubbed her nose against my sheath.

"There is a way to find out for sure," Dolphin said with a smile, before taking my whole cock into her mouth.

I gasped as I felt Dolphin's warm tongue wrap around my sensitive cock as her lips pressed against my sheath. I was in awe of the skill Dolphin's tongue seemed to possess; it slid all over my length as the forked tip teased the head of my cock. When I looked down, Dolphin was looking back up at me with a smile on her face, her eyes watching my every twitch and shiver. The skills I had displayed were a mere shadow in comparison to hers.

"Why are you so good at this?" I panted as I idly rubbed one of her cheeks.

Dolphin didn't reply, evidently she was more engaged playing with my cock. After just a few minutes, my cock returned to a hard erection; Dolphin was very proud of herself and the hardness she had managed to encourage, but she certainly didn't see this as a reason to slow down. She continued to dance her tongue over my member with the same vigour, anxious to receive her reward. It didn't take long before I was involuntarily bucking my hips against her muzzle. The purr she gave in approval simply making me want to climax sooner. My need to cum clouded my mind so much it was a surprise when I finally came. My seed shot forth from my cock and onto Dolphin's awaiting tongue, which danced around my member to catch all of it. The only thing I could do was lay there in a complete daze as Dolphin removed my cock from her muzzle so she could lick it clean.

"You taste as good as I imagined you would," Dolphin said as she licked her lips.

"I am glad you enjoyed it," I panted, "but did you have to rush me?"

"Let us just say it is revenge for rushing me every time you decided to taste me."

Dolphin gave me a smile as she lay against me, her head against my own.

The rest of that day was a blur of sex and orgasms, leaving the both of us very tired at the end of it. It did seem rather tragic that I was never able to give Dolphin the offspring she so desperately desired from me, but we didn't mind so much. When Fish was about 15, Dolphin went into season again and though we fucked like animals whilst her need was high, she realised that she had to do what was best for her kind. She bred with a male, but I was nearby so that once his job had been done, I forced him off my wife. Dolphin cried for almost an hour after that, not because of how rough he had been, but because she felt so bad that she had mated with someone else. I didn't really have anything to say to comfort her, but the two of us made love right there on the beach, me mixing my seed with the male that had bred her. It was fortunate that she became pregnant the first time and as I watched her body grow over those 18 months, I couldn't help but feel that it was my children making her plump. Despite the twins growing within her, Dolphin never lost her need for me and I was glad of that, the look of her belly shifting back and forth certainly drove my need. When Dolphin finally gave birth, the male was chased off immediately and we named my new daughter, Pearl. Pearl was a beautiful little girl who I always saw with a bit of otter in her. Three or so years after Pearl's birth, Fish was married to one of the males from the tribe and it wasn't a choice either took lightly. By now, Dolphin was about 250 years old and still had many more years left, whilst I was nearing 40 and if I was lucky, would still be alive when Dolphin had our next daughter. I explained to him the fact that Fish would outlive him and would never be able to bear his young whilst Dolphin told Fish that she would live long after his death with that sense of loss, one that she herself was starting to feel when she looked at me and realised this, but both accepted this and he not only swore to be her husband, but also her first guardian. The ceremony was quite a celebration, a sign that our village had truly prospered since the arrival of Dolphin and Fish.

Pearl was a curious child and I often found myself having to find a missing sea serpent whelp who had decided to crawl off and explore the village. As she grew up, she showed a real talent for magic and soon surpassed her mother in the strength of her spells, learning so much more about the world around the village than her mother knew or understood. She soon began to make charcoal and drew pictures of the world around her, developing special marks so she knew what they were. Had I realised that within a few years, everyone would be doing it and calling it writing, I would have paid more attention to her creation.

It wasn't just luck that helped me see the birth of Seaweed, my third daughter. Dolphin, Fish and Pearl all used their magic to keep me as healthy as they could, but I knew my time was running out. The old wounds I had received when I rescued Fish all those years ago began to ache of a morning and I felt I was letting Dolphin down in my marital duties; I certainly hadn't been able to fight off a male sea serpent in several years. I began to look for my successor about the same time that Pearl began to look for her first guardian. Dolphin wasn't too fond of the idea of me looking for her next husband, but I needed someone to look after Seaweed. When Pearl married her first guardian, Fish and her husband had chosen to start a new village up the coast to take the pressure off the local resources around our village, taking with them half of our now well populated village. Due to the lack of available males for guardian duty, Pearl's husband offered to watch Seaweed for me. Knowing that my third daughter would be safe, I felt at peace.

As I reached the age of sixty, now relying on a cane to help me stand, I received a note from Fish's village that both Dolphin and I were now grandparents. Whilst I felt it fitting to be a grandfather at the age of 60, Dolphin felt it was now making her show her years, all 270 of them. I would often spend my days watching over little Seaweed, not so much as a guardian any more, but as a father. My evenings were spent in the nest Dolphin had built when she first moved to our village, Dolphin next to me and Seaweed with her head in my lap. I knew no better place I would rather be and it was there that I finally died. No otter had lived so long before and to some, it seemed like a great hero had passed. Dolphin and Pearl cried for my passing, as did Fish when she heard the news. The two villages joined for my funeral and though it was a solemn time to remember my passing, a feast was also thrown to celebrate my life. With my body laid atop a funeral pyre, Dolphin, Fish and Pearl used their magic to summon forth a great fire to consume by body and send my ashes to the sea, returning me to where all life came from. Life did continue on without me, even my dear wife Dolphin took a new otter husband in time, but none would forget me and the legacy I had help found, my name still spoken when my first granddaughter passed away, the name of the first guardian.