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It was a special night, and Otter's apartment smelled like fish. He and Joe had been dating on the sly for three months now, and Otter had offered to mark the occasion with a romantic meal. The choice of food had been easy, fish was the only thing that Otter and Joe could agree on to eat. Well, there was another thing, but that was for later.

Just as the candles were lit a series of heavy knocks came from the door, almost shaking the thing off its hinges. On the third knock, a picture frame fell down from the wall and would have smashed on the apartment's wooden floor had he not deftly caught it and placed it on a cabinet.

He's in his mid-twenties and still doesn't know his own strength. It's adorable.

He opened the door and was met with the sight of his lover. He'd dressed up for the occasion. He was still wearing his trademark suspenders, but Otter could tell the shirt he was wearing was more expensive than his usual fare, and was matched with tailored trousers and expensive looking cufflinks. He held the door open for Joe, who had to stoop to get under the doorframe, then shut the door and fastened the latch.

Otter led Joe through the modern furnishings of his apartment to his seat at the table, flourishing towards the sushi with all the manners of a maitre-de in a top-end restaurant. Joe excitedly reached towards the nearest plate, but before his fingers could touch the first roll a webbed paw gently swatted them away.

"Hold on, hon, I want you to see it all together. I think you'll enjoy it." He grinned, and Joe answered with a blush and a sheepish smile. Otter stood on his tip-toes to kiss Joe's cheek - even with the orca sat down this wasn't an easy task considering Joe clocked in at over 10 feet tall - and then hurried back to the kitchen.

Joe sat by himself and admired the work that had gone into the spread. Otter's dining table was a huge beast that he'd inherited from his grandparents, at least 15 feet wide and made of oak so thick that it had easily supported Joe's substantial weight one passion-fueled night three months ago. Currently, almost the entire surface area was covered with at least a dozen different kinds of prepared fish: cured salmon, fresh sushi, smoked haddock, grilled red snapper and more. Much to the annoyance of his neighbours, Otter had even prepared some surströmming, a foul smelling kind of fermented fish that a Swedish friend had insisted was a delicacy.

There were still three large spaces in the middle, waiting for the food that was yet to come. Joe was already drooling, but he cared enough for Otter to keep his paws to himself.

Minutes later, Otter emerged from the kitchen holding two giant platters of steaming fish. Joe looked at them with wide eyes as the smell filled his nostrils. Instinctively upon seeing the fish, his tail began slapping against the floor. If he were hunting for food, this would have been used to stun vast quantities of fish ready for him to eat... but in Otter's flat, all it did was cause a stack of video games to fall over and summon some angry banging from the floor below.

Otter just smiled, however. He loved how excited his partner could get about eating. "Joe, you may be the only person in the world who has to be told to keep his eyes down."

Joe snapped out of his food-induced trance, and felt the blood rushing to his face when he realised what Otter meant.

"It's fine, I know you enjoy your food." Otter said, placing the silver platters into two of the open spots on the table. He then turned to Joe, letting him get a good look at his naked body positioned in front of the banquet he'd prepared. "It's one of the things I love about you"

With that last line, Otter popped one of the buttons on Joe's shirt and sank to his knees with the kind of grace that otters find effortless, grinning happily as the submissive orca offered no resistance. With all the buttons undone and the orca's chubby white belly exposed, Otter stood up, leaning into his partner and kissing him as he helped push aside his suspenders and pull the fancy shirt off at Joe's shoulders.

"Otter, what are you... mmph!" Joe began to speak, only to be muffled by Otter picking up one of the larger sushi rolls and pushing it into his open maw mischievously. He'd sized up the rolls appropriately for his partner, at no small expense. But it was worth it to see the look on Joe's face as he stuffed it full.

"Don't talk, just eat." he replied, affection thick in his voice, stroking his paw over Joe's large belly.

Joe happily reached towards the table, grabbing another football-sized sushi roll and shoving into his muzzle. He was so engrossed in the meal that he didn't notice Otter stooping down in front of him again, didn't pay any attention to the gentle popping of his button-fly, and only stopped to look down at the events transpiring beneath his muzzle when he felt his rock hard, pre-covered cock bounce free of his undies and slap lewdly against his belly.

"So you have been enjoying the show" grinned Otter.

"Otter, I'm sorry, I just- ah!" he gasped, cut off as the otter kissed the underside of his exposed glans.

"Don't talk, love, just keep eating." he said with a smile, wrapping his firm paws around the orca's needy dick. Joe's manhood was proportional to his body, and given how much the orca towered above Otter, it usually took both of his webbed paws to produce results. Not that Otter was complaining, of course.

He stood up, keeping both paws on the orca's cock, gripping it below the head and massaging his thumb-pads against the smooth flesh before leaning forward to nuzzle at Joe's chubby belly, inadvertently coating his chest with Cetacean pre. He sensed that Joe was about to apologise for the mess, but cut him off with a glare that left him no choice but to reach for some of Otter's freshly prepared sashimi.

Slowly he began to move his paws down over his lover's shaft, utilising the webbing between his paws to evenly smear the flesh with the orca's pre until his cock glistened and the otter's paws had no difficulty moving slickly over the towering beast. It wasn't long before Joe was panting heavily between mouthfuls, his large body drenched in sweat. He closed his eyes, leaning back in the heavy wooden chair, and placed the maki roll in his paw back onto the table. Otter knew what that meant, the surest way to tell when Joe was getting close was when he stopped eating. He picked up the pace with his paws, feeling Joe's manhood twitch and throb beneath his gentle fingers.

The first shot went rogue with such force that it went over Otter's shoulder, clean over the table and splattered itself with a noticeable spat noise against the deep blue curtains. Otter, acting as much out of lust as a desire to keep safe the food he'd spent all afternoon preparing, quickly angled Joe's throbbing cock downwards before the second shot, covering his short muzzle with huge globs of seed which, repelled by his slick waterproof fur, began to drip lewdly down over his bare chest.

Otter had learned early on their relationship that orcas cum a lot. Even accounting for the size difference he'd underestimated the sheer mess that Joe could produce when you teased him just right, and their first time together had ended with a stained headboard and Otter scrambling for every towel in his apartment which a spent Joe just sat blushing on his bed, apologising. Feeling his lover's cum coating him again reminded him of that time, and he couldn't resist reaching down to cover his aching length with Joe's thick, sticky cum, but he made himself stop after a few strokes along his member. As much as he wanted to share in his lover's climax, he had a plan, and he wanted to save himself until later. Consider it a marinade, of sorts.

He stood up, his partner's seed starting to drip down over his thighs and down his legs, and planted a sticky kiss on Joe's fat belly, the orca's spent manhood dripping cum into a pool on the floorboards below.

"Okay, you can dig in now. Don't hold back."

Joe's lit up, he beamed, and barely managed to restrain his tail as he lent forward and started grabbing fish by the pawful. He knew Otter was a good cook, but this put his previous efforts to shame. The fish was truly world class and more varied than he'd ever experienced. The flavours were light and flakey, then fresh and subtle, then so strong he felt it fill his sinuses. The table was filled with so many different styles and varieties of fish, so perfectly prepared, he couldn't imagine how Otter had managed it all by himself.

Joe tore through the feast Otter had made, grabbing food by the handful. But suddenly he paused, realising that what was in his grip was much firmer than the rest of the fish he'd been eating. It was a webbed paw. He looked up at his partner, who had taken advantage of the feeding frenzy to take his place, still nude, in the last unoccupied space on the table.

Faced with the orca's obvious hesitation, Otter got up onto his knees, squeezing the his massive palm. "Joe, you know that I love you, and I want nothing more than to be a part of you. This is a special night, don't you want something more than just fish?"

"But, Otter..." Joe began to protest, but Otter moved forward, stroking Joe's cheek with his spare paw and planting a gentle kiss on top of the orca's smooth head. "We've talked about this and we both know we're okay with it. Besides, do you really think I'd be this hard if I didn't want it?"

Joe froze for a moment, and Otter feared he'd been too forward.

"O...okay"

Before he could process Joe's quiet, mumbled speech, he felt Joe's strong arms grabbing him by the flanks. His dick have a noticeable throb of delight as he felt himself being lifted up, reaching back to grab a handful of unconsumed gunkan from the table and shoved them forward into Joe's open maw. He watched with a calm satisfaction as they disappeared down the orca's gullet just inches from his muzzle, and sighed with contentment as the realisation finally hit him that he was going to follow.

Being eaten was something Otter had fantasised about for a long time, and his heart raced with excitement that it was finally happening. He was going to become a part of someone, and not just anyone, his Joe. The whole experience could only have lasted a moment, but Otter's senses were so heightened it seemed to last a lifetime. He'd entered Joe's muzzle face-first, and as he slipped past the orca's tonsils and down his wide throat, the world went dark.

Some people swear by sensory deprivation. They pay money to lie in water-filled boxes devoid of light and sound, and meditate inside until they feel closer to their own spirituality. Otter had never given those people much thought until now, but as he slid down Joe's throat, a feeling of darkness and weightlessness hit him, followed quickly by a deep sense of calmness and bliss.

He almost seemed to float there as Joe swallowed around his torso, pulling his legs into the giant's mouth and coming to rest with his cock twitching happily against Joe's large, flat tongue. With nothing else to stimulate his senses, every twitch of his dick served to send overwhelming surges of lust through his body. Joe's tongue undulated - whether Joe was deliberately trying to pleasure him or just trying to swallow him further he'd never know - and Otter cried out in muffled pleasure from inside.

As he slid further, he felt a warm air surround his feet and surmised that Joe had closed his mouth. Knowing that he was approaching the point of no return, he twisted playfully against the tight walls of Joe's throat that pressed against him from every angle, trying to move his paw enough to pleasure himself, eventually settling for rocking his hips just enough to stimulate his cock against the walls of his lover's throat. Combined with the embracing sensation of being inside Joe, this was enough.

He felt the cetacean's giant tongue press against the underside of his feet as he got ready to swallow one last time, and as he gulped, his dick slid against the walls of his throat so tightly that Otter went over the edge, feeling a warm pool of his cum forming around his lower belly. The orgasm surged through his body and made him feel more alive than he'd ever been, but quickly faded into a feeling of all-consuming calm.

Spent, weightless and happy, Otter closed his eyes. He smiled in bliss as the sound of Joe's heartbeat filled his ears, knowing that soon he was going to be as close to his lover as was physically possible. He'd give him energy, nourish his body, and most importantly, add to that cute chubby belly of his.

Joe sat in Otter's apartment, blushing heavily to himself. Instinctively he looked down at his naked body, and stroked a huge paw over his even-larger belly. Otter had been right. To be permanently fused with the one you love and carry them everywhere you go - that was better than fish.