Spitecaller Ch. 2
Chapter 2
With glowing fetish in paw, I sink back to the floor and curl my tail around me. Gods, that was close. I really need to be more careful. However, I now have a charged amulet that I can use to work the spell I have been waiting to cast for ages.
I carefully examine the fetish to see if there it had sustained any damage. The smooth, hand-carved wood has several cracks running through it; but, besides that it seems fine. I mutter a quick shielding spell to reinforce the binding ritual. Several small loops of air mana wisp around the wood. It was an odd infusing spell. You see, envy, lust, and greed are all represented by water, fire, and earth. By setting a binding of wind mana around it, I keep the elements in balance enough that any attempts for the spirit to free itself will be counteracted by the laws of nature.
Clever fox, hm?
Rising from the floor, I can feel the tinge of giddiness on my nerves. The small wood carving vibrated in my paw as I set it down on the desk. I pull out a couple drawers and leaf through the scroll inside. The beauty spell should be in there somewhere...
I can hear the door to the shop open and close.
"Shit, really?!" I say and slam the drawers shut. I suppose I should not complain since whoever just walked in missed my antics earlier. Meh. I can complain.
I push everything around on the desk and try to appear as if I were researching the materials. Hey, I can do homework without classes. Looking up, my brow creases in surprise.
"Jace...?"
The otter had just walked back into view and I realized it had only been about twenty minutes since he had left the store. Did he forget something? He glanced over at me and waved his paw invitingly. Well, as inviting as he could be with that flat look.
I narrow my eyes in confusion. What is going on? My footpaws walk me over to where he is standing as my brain is running through my defensive spell repertoire. Is he going to knife me? Oh crap. I knew I should not have flirted with him. Was he homophobic? Am I going to have to fight? Wait, I never flirted with him, dammit. I am gonna get knifed for no reason.
"Hey," His voice always catches me off-guard. Its deeper than I expect. "Things are kinda tense when I show up here. Do you have a...problem with otters?"
Seriously? He thinks I am racist?
"What? No! That's not it at all." I stammer. "Its just that I-" Oh fuck, Ian. Just get on with it.
"I'm really attracted to you, okay?"
I can feel heat in my cheeks. "Its why I get nervous around you. It'll probably be more awkward now, but...I'd rather you think of me as a creep than a racist."
Jace arches that eyebrow again at me. "That's it?" He flexes his arms in a stretch and takes two steps towards me. It brings him right up to that dangerous distance. "Well, we'll need to fix that."
He moves through the space that keeps our bodies apart and kisses me.
I have been kissed before, but this was amazing. The best part was the surprise of his warm muzzle against mine. That slight bit of tongue deepening the kiss. He was a bit shorter than me, however the chemistry was incredible. His paws came up to either side of my face and stroke the insides of my ears. I melted down and felt a warmth spreading into my lower stomach.
I come up for air and gasp.
"How are we gonna do this?" I nod my head to indicate the desk behind us now. "I'd rather not ruin the books behind us and I'm sure that would be much more comfortable."
"The desk is fine." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. Yeah, just like in the bad romance novels. So I guess they are based in truth.
We both pad over to the desk and another thought comes to me.
"Jace...are you more of a pitcher or a catcher?"
A slow smile spreads across his muzzle. "I can do either." He takes a claw and runs it along the inside rim of my underwear band. The tenting in my jeans increases.
"How are we going to decide, then? Because I can do either as well." I run my tongue over my lips and grin, leaning back against the desk. With his claw in my pants, this maneuvered them down enough to expose some bellyfur and lower abs. His eyes flowed downward to the bulge in my pants.
"Bigger dick gets to top." He replies and moves his claw to the button on my jeans. Undoing the button, he unzips my pants boldly and slides them open. Now it is just my trunks in between him and my cock.
Which...was not a problem for long.
My length slid into the air and then into his paws. He strokes me up and down with his soft pads for a while as I lounge back on the desk. I have a nice, thick seven and a half inches. It is not the most impressive tool in the shed, but it is the prettiest. I turn my gaze back to Jace as he stops the pawjob.
He drops the basketball shorts to the floor in one smooth motion and I gape. I should have known with the earlier offer, but I was distracted by sex, dammit.
He had one of the biggest cocks I had seen on an otter. On anyone, really. It hung in the air, girthy and heavy. Drops of precum dripped from the tip as I licked my lips. "You win."
He flashes me another smile and grabs my hips. Flipping me around, I feel a paw on my back as it pushes me onto the desktop. I shiver and my own cock throbs against the wood of the desk.
"What...no oral foreplay?" I jest, but the joke falls short with the shakiness of my voice.
"Oh no, Ian." He leans into me until his muzzle is on the back of my neck. I can feel his hard, lean body pressed against my entire back. He does not just do heavy lifting at work. That body feels like he works out a couple times a week.
"I've been wanting to slide into you for a while now."
He presses the thick head of his cock against my tailhole and I arch my back, trying to get him a better angle. I feel the slickness of precum dripping between my cheeks. He is rubbing himself in small circles, lubing me up with his musk. I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling and try not to back up into him. I will let him enjoy himself.
Soon enough, I feel more pressure building as he begins to push inside of me. I take a deep breath and relax, moving my fluffy tail to the side. The head pops inside of my ring and he moans. The otter grips my sides with his paws and slowly presses into me further, working his length into me. I bite my lip and stay still. Damn, he is big. Really big.
I feel his body hit my backside as he sheathes himself inside of me. Gods, does it feel good. His velvety pouch nestles between my splayed legs and rubs against mine. "Jace," I look back over at him. His eyes are closed in ecstasy or concentration or both.
"Yeah?" He replies with a grunt.
"Go easy for a while, please."
He laughs that male laugh that is usually reserved for the bedroom.
"Alright."
The next few minutes are glorious. He draws that wonderful ottercock out of me slowly and works his tip over my sweet spot every time. He seems to know what he is doing. After that, I relax somewhat and begin to enjoy the act and not just the situation. I do not remember when but at one point we had stripped down to just fur and his body was even better without the clothes on. I look fine myself. I try to hit the gym a couple nights a week and go to zumba. But Jace? He had a lean swimmers build that screamed for attention. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a great short frame to pull it together.
My thoughts were pulled back from admiration to present as he slid me back off the desk onto the floor. His member glided from inside of me as I was repositioned. No speech at this point. One of my legs is drawn up higher as he grabs his cock again and guides it back into my tailhole. From this angle, the penetration is deeper and the effect is felt immediately. Jace's eyes are closed as he thrusts into me, over and over again. The tempo is increased as is his breathing. I raise up my paws and grip his corded arms for stability. I am moving forwards and backwards as the rocking becomes more violent. He is stronger than I thought. I try to concentrate on the warmth spreading as the first notes of orgasm strike up in the back of my mind.
"Jace...I'm gonna...soon," I barely rasp out.
He stops for a moment. Then, the otter puts my leg down and raises the other. Taking his left paw, he slides it down my cock and grips the base. I almost come then.
Rising to his knees, Jace tilts me back and begins again. This time, he is stroking me. Gods, it feels fantastic. I peer out from my pleasure filled vision to see his face tightening and his breathing increase again. He is close. I arch my back and run my paws through my hair as the waves of light overtake me.
He pauses and slams into me, grunting as he spills his seed. My stomach clenches and I begin to writhe on the floor as my own pours forth all over my fur. I see clouds. Beautiful clouds and light.
Then, I come back down to earth and back to the gorgeous otter that just collapsed.
"Damn, Ian..." he says between breaths. "Anyway, no more awkwardness. Okay?"
I laugh and cover my eyes with my paw. "If it gets me more of this? I'll be awkward every day."