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Waking up without the blinding light of the sun in right in your face was always a blessing.

Waking up in such a situation because you'd been knocked unconscious and dragged into a tent was not.

"I was really beginning to think that you would never wake up. That's quite a wound you have upon your stomach, otter."

Flat upon his back in the dirt, Jon was just faintly awake enough to reply. His eyes were only flickering open, and thanks to only the lightest of golden beams of sunlight sneaking in through the small flap in the front, it was dark enough that he happily would have stayed asleep.

A soft, subtle touch upon his cheek from the fur of a delicate paw wouldn't allow him to rest, however.

"Wh-where...what...h-happened?"

"Shhh..." came a voice of comfort and reason. "Save your energy, otter. You don't need to speak just yet. I'm simply glad to see that you're alive."

Consciousness seemed like a wonderful thing at the moment...before Jon's nervous system finally kicked back into gear, and horrible pain radiated from his stomach and spread across the whole of his torso. Immediately, he flashed back to the massive, beastly bear that he was hunting in the woods outside of his tribelands, and that one little root that stuck out of the ground...

...It was just enough to trip him, and very nearly cost him his life. Whatever fate smiled upon Jon, the bear didn't see him fit to be killed, and with just one swiping wound across his stomach, he turned and ran away.

Luck would have it that he was hunting right on the edges of the land of another tribe, one that was quite peaceful to outsiders.

"Hurts...it...really hurts..."

"I'm sure that it does. You were almost gored by that creature," the voice continued to speak, and Jon's eyes squinted, hoping to get a better view of the source. He could tell that it was female by ear, and her touch was as smooth and soft as a ribbon of silk, but he had no idea what she actually was.

Tired eyes finally focused enough to see a thick, full coat of brilliantly white fur upon a canid body. The full, thick shape of her snout and her shorter ears made it clear that Jon had wandered into the land of the white wolves, and this one in particular was quite beautiful. I just hope the blood loss isn't clouding my judgment, Jon thought.

It certainly wasn't. "Truly, the fates smiled upon you, otter. Had I been even a moment later, I'm sure that you would have bled to death...but it does my heart well to see you recovering. Might I have your name?"

Reaching over with his right paw, Jon rubbed the last of the sleep out of his eyes. His mouth opened to speak, but for a moment, his lower lip simply hung there, as his cleared eyes took in the view of a stunningly gorgeous creature. Her fur was truly pristine and neatly kept, and her eyes shined like two gems of amber in a field of snow. Her smile was as kind as her words, and though she preserved her modesty with set of leathers that functioned as a tank top, there was little that could hide the sizable curve of her bosom.

All of this would have been wonderful, if not for the stance that Jon's tribe took against the white wolves...but beauty was a powerful thing. Just for the time, her own was so great that it allowed him to forget all about the feuds of the past.

"J-Jon...you can call me Jon," he finally spoke again, smiling up at the white wolfess from his back. He wished that he could sit up properly, but his body was still recuperating from the failed hunting trip, and he would still need more time to be able to function again, much less go out and continue his expedition. "And who are you?"

"I am Likita, of the White Wolves, and I have watched over you for several days, Jon. I do not know what an otter was doing wandering so close to our lands, but you certainly aren't an ordinary specimen, are you?"

Now that reality was further into the picture and Jon was fully conscious, it was easy to remember the features that might have made him a little bit different. Unlike the rest of the otters in his tribe, Jon was gifted with an extra set of large, sharp fangs, thanks to his unusual birthright. He was indeed an otter by all accounts, but the fangs were a gift from his mother, and his father was actually a manner of the very beast that Jon was trying to hunt; a civilized bear. Because of this, he never quite fit in where he came from, and though he was considered a member of the otter tribes, he was wont to stray from them and do things on his own.

Being a loner simply made his life that much easier, in all manners except for the hunt.

"I've heard that one before," Jon replied glibly. "I guess I must look quite unsettling to you, if you don't really know who I am..."

"Actually, I think your appearance is rather charming. It's not always a bad thing to be unique, Jon," Likita pointed out to him, smiling as warmly as a mother would upon a curious child. "I'm sure you're actually quite the popular otter, when it comes right down to it."

At first, Jon didn't notice Likita's eyes wandering down the smooth, toned muscles of his abdomen, but the moment he thought he felt something upon his member, he felt his cheeks burning bashfully.

It only then occurred to him that he was entirely naked.

"What...Likita, what the hell happened to my loincloth?"

The only clothing Jon was allowed to keep was the necklace that clung tightly to his throat, much like a collar. It was decorated and adorned with a number of different sized gemstones, but all of them shined an exceptionally bright blue, like the clearest of summer skies. In respect for his traditions, Likita left it upon his neck...but his loincloth had to be removed.

"I had to make sure that you weren't smuggling any other weapons into our territory," Likita assured him, "Other than the one you're still carrying, of course."

The overly playful and surprisingly forward entendre left Jon to do little more than gulp, but despite her advances, Likita seemed to keep a sense of modesty about her. "Relax, Jon. All of your weapons are being safely kept here in my tent, and your loincloth will be returned to you when you leave, as well."

Jon had a home to go back to, but not one that he truly looked forward to being in. If it were all the same to Likita, he'd happily stay among the White Wolves for as long as he could, but to ask that kind of hospitality from them when she'd already welcomed him into her home and nursed him back to health felt like it might be reaching a bit too far.

Still, it was best to make sure they were on the same page. "And when do I have to leave by?" Jon asked, letting out a low, agonized grunt as he finally managed to sit up next to the kneeling wolfess.

"That has yet to be determined, but we cannot send a wounded stranger out into the wilderness. As my own woman, you are welcome to stay here in my tent for as long as you need, and if you can find a niche in our tribe, you may be welcome to stay even longer."

Jon didn't want to look too far into the implications of Likita's statement, but she sounded entirely sincere, and perhaps a little too eager to have Jon stay with her. Of course, she'd already gotten to know him much better than he knew her, and though he might have had something to hide before, he wasn't allowed to have any secrets. Just by his belongings and dress, Likita knew he was a hunter, and with no clothing to preserve his modesty, she knew everything about his body, as well.

"Perhaps tomorrow...if I'm feeling a little bit better, you can show me around your village?" Jon wondered aloud, looking to Likita with hopeful eyes of gray.

Likita actually took a moment to ponder the thought, and suddenly, her welcoming and friendly nature was put on hold as she actually considered the implication of her actions. "If you think that you'll be feeling up to it, I can walk you around the village, I suppose. Just remember to stay close to me all the while, okay?"

Jon nodded, but he tilted his head thereafter. "Why is that...?"

"Because," Likita started to speak, as she stood up and walked for the exit of the tent, "Outsiders aren't allowed to wear any clothing, and I'm sure you'll have more than a few people looking to steal you away."

The conflict of Likita's welcoming spirit and the potential danger of what lurked outside of the tent left Jon feeling entirely nervous, but his body was still too exhausted to try and make a break for it. Sitting up took every ounce of energy in his body, and even smiling at Likita as she walked outside was an effort, one that she could clearly see.

"Get some rest, Jon...we'll talk a little bit more tomorrow."

**

Jon was very quick to appreciate the way of life that the White Wolves seemed to carry.

The next morning, Likita was there waiting for him, sitting upon a small, wooden chair and watching over him as he rested, taking her duty as his caretaker very seriously. She allowed him to wake naturally, and when he did, she presented to him a small, crudely carved wooden plate, adorned with a variety of different filets.

"I wasn't sure exactly what kind of food otters were interested in, but I know that your kind tends to reside in the water, so I thought perhaps a couple different kinds of fish would be the proper gesture...?"

The questioning inflection in Likita's voice was searching for approval, and as Jon sat upright and rubbed his eyes, the familiar scent of fresh, running water and tender, juicy meat filled his nostrils. He could feel his tongue dripping with salivates just at the wafting scent, and it all led to a grin that he couldn't wipe away if he tried. "A plate such as this is a delicacy where I come from," Jon admitted, much to the delight of Likita. "I really don't think I'm deserving of such treatment..."

"I know our tribes don't agree on everything," Likita suggested, "But we do honor our hunters, and I was quite sure that your tribe followed the same customs, in that regard. You were wounded trying to find food for others; that alone is deserving of reward."

"I...well..." Jon trailed off for a moment, filled with a swell of regret at accepting the food. Likita tilted her head just slightly and gestured the plate a little closer to him, trying to encourage him to take it. "I wasn't hunting for others, Likita..."

Despite his confession, Likita kept the plate right where it was. "That necklace is a clear sign of a tribal affiliation...were you actually looking to feed only yourself with that bear?"

"I would have shared it with the rest of my tribe, certainly, but...I'm just not that much of a part of it."

"That's their own loss, then," Likita said. "You seem a very kind and resourceful hunter, and if you're feeling able, I'm sure you'd be welcome to hunt alongside my tribe, in the days to come."

The implication wasn't lost on Jon. "Does that mean you've conferred with your tribe?" he asked, the hefty rudder of his tail starting to brush the dirt with excitement.

"It does..."

"And what did they say?"

"As just an ordinary outsider, you'd be forced to leave when you were healthy enough...but as my chosen servant, you'd be welcome to stay as long as you like."

"W-wait...wait a second. You told them I was your servant?"

Likita giggled. "Not yet, I didn't, though I won't deny I was giving it some thought. It would be a shame to let such a handsome animal as yourself wander away without getting proper use out of you."

Jon gulped. He tried to hide his nerves, but there was no hiding the lustful intentions behind the mischievous amber of Likita's eyes. It coated her very actions with an air of sexuality, to the point that when she grabbed a small, perfectly filleted slice of fish and lifted it toward his muzzle, he worried that she might notice his cock starting to jump up and poke the underside of the plate.

"D-do...do you mean like...helping you out around the tent, and taking care of chores?"

"If you don't mind doing such tasks, I'd happily ask for some assistance," Likita replied, "Though that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. You're sweet, and perhaps a little innocent, Jon, but you're not naive...I can see that in your eyes..."

Jon opened his maw slowly and took the piece of fish in, chewing it as quietly and politely as he could. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Likita was infatuated with him; his every action seemed to draw a giggle or a lewd glance from the wolfess. As if he needed confirmation, he got an eyeful of it as Likita set the plate down upon the dirt and looked into his lap, able to see the way that his member jumped up in delight at her attention. "My goodness...you must be feeling better! I've heard of morning wood before, but I thought that happened while you were still asleep!"

"It usually does!" Jon tried to suggest, but Likita was gazing over his flesh with all of the hunger that he felt for his own breakfast. The long, flat muscle that was her canine tongue slipped forth and slid across her lips, wetting them with just a faint glisten of saliva as she drew closer to his manhood, but never quite came so close as to touch it. For the moment, this would only be a visual feast for Likita, but while she had Jon in such a compromised position, she wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily. "It...just...y'know..."

"No, I don't know, Jon...care to elaborate about this impressive display?" she asked him, putting him right under the spotlight. "It sure is awfully stiff, and I haven't so much as put a paw on it yet!"

Likita inched closer and closer, but her pace was that of a snail, and Jon wasn't sure if she was actually getting any closer to him, or if this was just her version of foreplay. The look in her eyes alone, giving the impression that his cock was the only thing in the world that she could see, was more than enough to draw a small bead of precum from the very tip, and with an equally slow gait, it drooled down the underside of his shaft, aided by the pulsing of his flesh as blood rushed to his groin. "That...that look," Jon finally spoke, "I've never been given that look by a woman before..."

"The female otters don't know what they're missing, then. I can't imagine they would pass so easily on a slim, smooth body like yours, with quite an impressive little rod to boot." Likita took a moment to glance back up into Jon's deep, gray eyes, knowing that she had him on a string; she could tug him around and do anything she wanted with him in an instant...but it was early in the morning, and as far as she was concerned, they had a whole day ahead to tease and play with each other, so long as Jon was willing. "And fangs like those could make any of my other suitors jealous...not to mention that big, thick tail...I can only imagine how fast you can swim when it's wiggling back and forth..."

Jon was nearly kicking up dust with the sway of his tail, but Likita didn't seem to mind, even as the immaculate coat of her white fur became faintly tainted with a dusty coat of tan. "Y-you actually like my odd features?" Jon question, his voice filled with a legitimate wonder. In his own tribe, he'd been treated as an outcast since birth because of his unusual appearance and unique features, and yet, here was a goddess of a woman, praising every single thing about him that he once regarded as a flaw.

"Just because a wolf lives in a pack doesn't mean she can't appreciate the ones who stand out from the crowd. That just makes you a special target for me, Jon...I'm sure the other ladies in our village would be green in the face to see me parading you around."

Being so obsessed with the string of compliments, Jon's usually sensitive ears managed to ignore the bit about other suitors, but it started to creep back into his mind when she mentioned displaying him to other women. "Just what kind of servitude do you plan to put me in, Likita?"

"If you accept, whatever kind I want..."

There was no hesitation in her response, and her voice was confident and unwavering. Her lips were no longer turned in a kindly smile, but a defiant smirk, one that simply dared him to try and speak out against her idea.

Jon was lost for words, and he knew that he couldn't resist Likita, or her wiles. It was only a matter of how he would concede to her, and as his lower lip hung open, he half expected her to lean in and steal a kiss.

She never did. She left him waiting, more than happy to savor the visual morsel that he was and lean over his body, ever-threatening to go after his flesh or taste his member. She was forcing him to answer her, though the meaning behind her move wasn't purely sexual. Jon, of course, never could have guessed that.

He could only find the courage to muster up a response that Likita might have guessed. "C-can...can I have a little time to think about it?"

The same defiant smirk was turning to a devious grin, but it quickly softened back into a warm, welcoming smile once again. It made the moment that much more shocking for Jon when Likita finally leaned over and pressed the tiniest of kisses upon the very tip of his member, allowing the string of his precum to follow her muzzle back up as she slowly stood up from his resting form. It wasn't until her tongue broke through again and licked her lips clean, sampling the delicious, slick fluid that the strand was finally broken, and just from that feather soft touch, Jon worried he might end up making a mess of the place.

"I'll give you until the end of the day to think it over," Likita offered. "For the moment, if you're feeling up to it, you should pick up that plate and come for a walk with me. I'd love to show you the rest of the village."

If Likita was anything, she was diverse, and she could change the pace of a moment or a conversation on a pinpoint. Jon was still overly conscious of the way that his cock throbbed between his legs, and though Likita did occasionally cast a glance upon it, she was all business in mere seconds. She stood by the entrance to the tent and waited, keeping a close eye on Jon and making sure that he didn't need any help standing up to his footpaws.

After dealing with a painful wound that nearly crippled him for life, Jon was actually shocked at the ease with which his legs sprung to life, and the muscular base of his tail pressed against the dirt, aiding in his ascent. He leaned back on one of his paws and pressed up with it, until he could kick a leg under his rump, and finally, the footpaw there pressed firmly into the dirt, and with just a slight wobble, he stood upright. The tight, cloth bandages that were wrapped around his chest and stomach refused to budge, and Jon was relieved to see that no blood managed to seep through them.

"Glad to see that you're feeling more like your old self, Jon. If you're in any sort of pain, just let me know...I'll be sure to come up with something to aid you."

It wasn't until he was actually up and walking around the tent that Jon noticed a myriad of different herbs, salves and potions lining the little bit of furniture that Likita kept in her tent. Her apparel, being little more than a tank top and skirt, made both of leather hides, didn't hint at her having any greater purpose to the tribe, but having such a deep wound heal so rapidly made it clear that she had abilities that she wasn't speaking of.

"Likita...two things before we go."

The wolfess paused, still holding the front flap of the tent open. "Of course, Jon. What is it?"

"Well, for starters, what exactly do you do in this village?"

Jon simply wanted confirmation of his suspicions. "I'm a medicine woman and a healer. I'm beginning to wonder if it was truly luck, or fate that allowed me to stumble upon you in your time of need. No one else in the village could have possibly saved you," Likita admitted, and in turn, confirmed everything that Jon suspected. "What else did you need?"

This time, Jon glanced bashfully at the ground. "A-are you sure I can't have my loincloth back?"

Sticking out straight and still pulsing, Jon was hard as a rock, and his body was determined to stay that way. Likita couldn't help chuckling at his predicament, even if she was almost entirely the source of it. "Just focus on our walk around the village, Jon. I'm sure no one is going to complain about getting an eyeful of that."

Jon couldn't help groaning a little bit, and the only real distraction from his burgeoning erection was the fact that his stomach was starting to rumble again. Going so long without food had actually ruined his appetite, and now that he'd eaten just a tiny piece of fish, his eyes turned to the rest of the plate. He made sure to pick it up and carry it with him as Likita escorted him out of the tent, and into the painfully bright sun of Nadurra Valley.

"You may want to shield you eyes a little bit," Likita cautioned, though her words came a moment too late. It was only by pure luck that Jon didn't spill his plate of fish, and his legs froze in place as the sun rained down upon him with a golden energy that was invigorating to his flesh and fur, but simply unpleasant to his eyes. "Spending the last few days in my tent has probably made the sun a little too harsh for you to handle."

"No kidding...by the gods, that's bright!" Jon complained, holding the plate in one paw and shielding his eyes from the sun with the other. "I'll definitely need a minute to adjust to this..."

"You should try to start waking up before the sunrise, like I do," Likita suggested. "If you wake up with the sun, it is far more kind to you..."

Likita's explanation felt purely tribal. "And how do you figure that?" Jon questioned, never having been the biggest fan of the essential star, even when he was a younger boy in his tribe.

"Because you have done it a service and respected it," Likita explained. "This planet, all things upon her, and all things around her, are gifts to us...and if we neglect them or treat them poorly, they have no qualms in returning the favor."

Jon wasn't the type to buy into all of the spiritual elements that he'd been raised with in his own tribe, and Likita's explanation didn't really help his cause in believing. He was sure that it was just the physical act of his eyes adjusting to the light, but the more he thought about her words, the more he realized that the mornings he woke up a bit earlier, the easier it was for his eyes to adjust to that sunlight.

Whether it was because of her belief, or in spite of it, Likita was quite the intelligent woman.

"I'll make a note of that," Jon acknowledged, as he started to lower his paw. Now that everything wasn't a blinding shade of gold, he could see the village wasn't quite what he expected: almost every structure in the village was a tent, and the area it took up couldn't have been more than a couple square miles. On a day as clear as the one they had, Jon could literally see almost the entire village, and in the middle of it was a large, wide clearing, dug out and made by the White Wolves themselves. Only grass and dirt was upon it at this time of day, but there were already other canines starting to gather near it, carrying with them trinkets, food, herbs and the like.

"I wouldn't lie to you, Jon," Likita said, and she left it at that as she brushed his arm just slightly, urging him to follow her. "We have a very simple village here, and we live, for the most part, a very simple life...this large clearing is where people can freely set up shops every day," she told him, walking as she talked, and pointing to the unnatural clearing. "And on all sides of the clearing, people take up residence in these tents. The richest of us have wooden shelters, but those are a little deeper into the woods, and often are covered with ferns and greenery to keep them hidden from outsiders. We've had issues in the past with a couple of our guests becoming greedy for the wealth of others."

"And how do you punish those greedy people?" Jon wondered aloud, seeing nothing that resembled a prison.

"We banish them. We have no other place to put them, and we want them to know for a fact that they aren't welcome here anymore. If they actually attempt to steal something, they are branded permanently, and then banished for life...to return once you've been branded ends in your certain death, so make sure that the only greed you feel comes from your stomach."

Hunger overwhelmed Jon to the point that he hardly realized he'd nearly finished his plate, and despite the morbid warning Likita gave only moments earlier, she still managed a giggle when she saw his reaction of surprise.

"Don't worry. You've been unconscious for days and I haven't been able to feed you in that time. We'll get you properly fed and have you as good as new in no time," Likita offered. "I'm sure there will be rich and flavorful delicacies in the market today that you've never so much as heard of."

"Sounds wonderful to me," Jon said, his lips curling up into a genuine smile for the first time since he'd arrived in the village.

Likita kept her pace and walked Jon out toward the edge of all the tents. Sensitive, keen ears upon Jon's head could hear the tranquil rush of water running casually along the bed of a creek, and as they drew closer, he was stunned to see just how crystal clear the water was. "This is the same creek that I caught your fish from. We're low in the valley, but we've created a dam just north of this point from cut limestone...it purifies the water as it passes through, giving a source of both fresh drinking water, and healthy fish that are safe to eat...further down the river, we've dug out and created a small pond so that people may bathe when necessary."

"Only when necessary?"

"Some bathe a little more often than others. I like to take a bath at least every other day," Likita admitted. As a creature who naturally spent so much time in water, Jon was often clean by nature, but despite her supposed pattern, Likita had a scent about her that could only be described as natural and feminine, as though the earth herself blessed her with a warm, welcoming aroma. After his days spent unconscious, Jon was sure that he smelled awful at the moment.

"I suppose I should make my way down there pretty soon," Jon murmured. "I should thank you for putting up with my stink for the past few days."

Snickering, Likita gave his shoulder a gentle nudge. "You smell fine...it's not like you can work up a sweat while you're sleeping," she pointed out, though she had to remember the rules of her tribe. "I'm afraid you can't head to the bath without me, though. For the safety of our village from nearby tribes, outsiders can only attend the bath when someone from the tribe is with them."

Just like that, Likita was back on the teasing end of things, and Jon had no way to avoid it. "I don't suppose I could trouble you to make a trip down there tonight?"

"I already had a bath this morning. I certainly don't want to abuse my privilege," Likita mentioned, "But at the same time, you did make a nice little mess of my fur in the tent...and you didn't even get to touch me! Perhaps I'll make my way back down there this evening and have you repay me for the kindness I've shown you."

A quick wink before Jon could reply assured him that Likita did what she did out of the kindness of her heart. She truly didn't expect anything out of Jon, and as long as he returned home happy and healthy, she'd be able to rest easy. "I've been told I'm a natural in the water...I'm sure I can be of some use in a bath."

This time, it was Likita who felt her cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit. "We can put that to the test later on...for now, I think we'd better get some more food in your stomach. I can hear it rumbling all the way up here!"

Gurgling with such a force that the slim, toned muscles of his abdomen began to tense, Jon couldn't have hoped to ignore his hunger, if not for the delightful company he was keeping. She was more in tune with his own needs that he was, and already, Jon was losing count of how many times he felt thankful for her presence.

**

Night was falling fast, the painful light of the sun was fading, and Jon was only just starting to realize how great his exhaustion really was.

The process of replacing all of the blood in his body meant that Jon's skeletal system was working overdrive, as bone marrow was being sapped on a regular basis, and he was only just starting to get back to normal. He'd engorged himself on delicious food, some of which he really never had even heard of, and Likita shared a meal with him in the privacy of her tent. Jon was lucky enough that no one made a comment about his third leg, but there were quite a few glances cast between his legs by both men and women alike. It seemed that the White Wolves had a truly diverse community, and it didn't much surprise Jon to see gray wolves, pumas, raccoons and even red pandas among the denizens of the village.

What did surprise him was how quickly he fell asleep after his meal...he didn't even realize that he'd passed back out until he felt the cool air of a nighttime breeze caressing over the outside of his thigh, begging him to come back to consciousness.

"Mnnnr... N-no more...food...too full..."

The sleepy murmurings were lost to the wind, as there was no one in the tent that could have heard them. A stronger breeze blew through the tent and finally brought Jon back to real consciousness, despite his being slumped against the edge of the small cot in the corner of the tent that Likita called a bed.

Somehow, she'd managed to sneak out of the tent that evening without waking him, and with a quick spin of his head, he could see that she left no trace of herself. She didn't take anything with her, wherever she went, and it was only then that Jon remembered his offer of service to her, earlier that day.

"Oooh...oh, shit! I was supposed to help bathe her this evening...I hope I'm not too late!" he exclaimed, only remembering halfway through his statement to keep his voice down. There was a wide enough distance between the tents of the village to keep quiet conversations private, but too loud of a yell would make Jon a terrible guest and neighbor. He bit down on his tongue to keep himself quiet and shot right up to his footpaws, shocked with the kind of vitality he felt in his muscles.

It had taken almost four days in total, but Likita nursed Jon back to near his full health, and he simply couldn't imagine leaving her unpaid for that.

Leaving his loincloth behind, Jon stole into the darkness of the night, guided only by the ethereal, silvery light of the moon overhead. Having such a wide clearing in the center of the village and no clouds to obstruct the moon, the night air was almost as bright as the day, and Jon was captivated and entranced by the heavenly glow that rained down upon the field. It actually slowed his pace and toyed with his mind as he made his way across the clearing, trying to remember how far the creek was. He didn't want to step in the water at a place where it was supposed to be pure, but the moonlight reflecting off of the babbling creek was like a field of diamonds: impossible to miss, and beautiful to the point of sorrow.

Jon shook his head. He could easily watch the liquid diamonds spilling over small rocks and a creek bed all night if he allowed his mind to wander, but even from the higher point at the creek, he thought he could see the moon reflected against the surface of the pond down below, and he quickly moved to the right. An experienced hunter, it was easy for him to navigate through the thickets of green overgrowth and tall, powerful tree trunks that lined the path down to the bathing pond, but his lack of experience with women left him completely speechless when he poked through the last thickets of ferns.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Likita in the buff. Her fur was soaked through and matted down, making the delicate pink flesh of her nipples stand out proudly from her freshly cleaned coat. The long, gorgeous tresses of white headfur that she normally kept in a ponytail behind her were let loose and free, spilling down over her back like the cascades of a roaring waterfall. Her back was arched, lifting her bosom up toward the sky, and she was only so deep in the water that he could just see the slack of her tail, sitting over the curve of her rump. The rest of the treasure that was her body was covered by the accursed water, but the sight alone was so great, Jon couldn't help taking in a gasping breath.

It was a fatal mistake, as Likita was snapped out of the peaceful tranquility of her moment. Her ears flickered, and her eyes immediately turned to see the otter who might yet be her servant, and an offended glare quickly relaxed into a welcoming, kindly smile.

"I was beginning to worry that you ate yourself into a coma, Jon. I'm glad to see that I was wrong..."

There was no power on Earth that could help Jon to find his voice. Even though he'd been discovered, he still stood behind the trunk of a tree for the most part, poking only his head and part of his torso out from behind it. "..."

"It would seem you didn't quite listen to me this afternoon, however. Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to come here without one of us?"

Having to defend himself in the eyes of such a beauty was cause enough for Jon to whip his vocal chords into shape. "B-but...you're here, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I didn't escort you here. I just happened to be here, and lucky for you, I'm alone. The others might not be so generous with their punishment if they caught you in the act."

"Punishment?!" Jon cried out, perhaps a bit too loudly.

He also didn't realize how far away from the village they really were, and no one else seemed to be awake to use the bathing pond. They could be as loud as they wanted, and that was exactly what Likita was planning on.

"Yes, punishment. You're an outsider to this village, and you directly disobeyed me...it's a minor transgression, but one that I can't overlook, all the same, and it just so happens I've finished washing myself, so I'll have to be a bit more creative with your discipline..."

"What...what are you gonna do to me?" Jon asked, fidgeting on his paws and damned glad that the tree was hiding it from her view.

He was still just a little bit slow on the uptake, even as Likita turned to face him in the water. The side profile of her body was amazing, but the full frontal view of her naked figure was downright stunning. Even if he was fearful for his life, Jon couldn't help the fact that his length was starting to grow again...and he wouldn't be able to hide it much longer, as Likita lifted a paw to the otter and crooked her pawtip, beckoning at him.

"Come on into the water, and I'll show you."

Likita wasn't at all surprised to see Jon's length starting to grow again as he slowly crept out from behind the tree. After all, she'd been teasing him throughout the day, and in her mind, subtlety was overrated.

Jon's gait was nervous and innocent, and his steps unsure as he walked down from the shore and dipped a footpaw into the water. It was cool, but after a day in the blazing sun, that same cool sensation was refreshing, and inviting enough for him to take another step closer. "I'm s-sorry, Likita..."

"Don't be sorry, Jon. Just learn from your mistakes," Likita warned him, as her legs began to spread apart just slightly. She took a step closer to the shore, and Jon stopped dead in his tracks. The water was just about at thigh-height, leaving no sensual part of them obscured, but the gently matted fur kept the finer details on Likita's body a bit harder to see. Her clit, despite being erect, was only just barely visible from the front...but when she turned away from him with a devilish grin and lifted her tail, exposing both her womanhood and her asshole in a single move, there were no secrets left to be had. "And enjoy your punishment."

Likita didn't have to spread her folds apart for Jon, despite how tight they were. There was just a slight pout in her labia, and the crystal clear water of the bathing pond dripped down from it, mimicking something much more naughty that would soon be doing the same.

With his lack of experience and a lump in his throat, however, Jon needed one more push...and Likita was ready to shove him right over the cliff.

"In case it wasn't clear...your punishment is to inspect my nether regions...and make sure that my bath was a success," she explained to him, looking back over her shoulder at him with a playful giggle. " Orally, of course...I better not feel any pawtips in there."

Jon knew that he wasn't in any real danger, the way that Likita was acting, but he still couldn't keep a tremor from running through his entire body as he stepped a little closer to Likita and knelt down in the water. Pulsing rapidly, his cock actually stood tall enough that even from a kneeling stance, the very tip still poked through the surface, giving Likita one more thing to feast her eyes on as nervous paws shook and trembled, coming to rest on Likita's thighs. Leaning forth and gulping one last time, Jon opened his muzzle and let his tongue creep out, past his maw, right up to the delightfully warm and perfectly moist flesh of Likita's cunt.

With just one long, slow brush of his wet, slick tongue, and just one taste of the sweet, earthy tang of her juices...Jon was addicted.

"Mnnn...that's nice, Jon, but that's n-not nearly deep enooooooooo-!" Likita was going to tease Jon one last time, but before she had the chance, Jon buried his tongue deep into her folds, his own slick muscle coursing through the webs of arousal that coated the inside of her moist treasure. "Oh, b-by the gods, Jon! What's gotten i-into you?!"

Paws quickly turned from nervous to eager as Jon gripped tightly upon Likita's thighs and held her body in place. It was as if he'd transferred his trembling into her body by mere touch, as he came to a still in the water, and now, Likita shook violently as the otter swirled his tongue along whatever surface he could touch. Inexperienced, but certainly not uneducated, Jon dipped the very tip of his tongue back down and swirled it around the buzzing nub of Likita's clit, nearly buckling her thighs with the subtle touch...but it was followed by a rapid, flicking and darting of the same over her slit. She immediately threw her paws down into the water and gripped the ground, knowing that her legs couldn't hope to support her weight with such a mind-blowing pleasure running through her body.

Like the canine she was, Likita began to pant rapidly in her excitement, and she couldn't help pushing her hips back into Jon's muzzle, trying to force his tongue deeper into her waiting folds. "And h-here I thought you were a sweet, innocent little otter...you're tonguing me like a pro, Jon!" she complimented his technique and only wished that she could reach back and use her paws to spread her slit even wider for him. Her quick push of the hips joined into a rhythm of jabs, and her breasts, soft and natural, began to sway just slightly as her rear end bucked against Jon's maw.

Jon wasn't sure what it was that came over him. He didn't know how just one taste of a woman could change him so dramatically, but he didn't particularly care...he was enjoying himself too much to question it, and a small trickle of precum that leaked into the bathing waters was just visible to Likita's naked eye. She didn't want to stop his oral assault, but she simply couldn't have that kind of tasty treasure going to waste.

"I'm sure I'm clean now, Jon...but I don't want to s-stay that way..." Likita grunted, as she regrettably moved a step away from the otter. He was so entranced by her delicious juices that he licked the air for a moment before realizing that no more of them were collecting on his tongue. "Hehe...you r-really are cute, Jon...and if you're even half as skilled with t-that massive tool as you are your tongue...I'll need another bath, for sure."

Likita didn't need to spell things out quite so fully for Jon, this time. He might not yet be a dominant, alpha male, but Likita was glaring back at him with a grin and a lust in her eyes that a blind man could see. One paw was placed upon her rump, pulling to the side and spreading both her folds and her asshole for him, though she knew which one he would choose. She looked away to leave herself in fake suspense, but moaned and cried out in pure, authentic pleasure when she felt the tip of his manhood spreading her slit apart and pressing inside of her body. "Y-yes, Jon...that's it...don't hold back, and don't d-deny yourself!"

Unsure of what she meant, but also somewhat uncaring, Jon stood fully behind Likita and made himself comfortable. He rested his paws upon her hips and took a firm, but not painfully tight grip, and began to push forth with his hips, just as he'd seen the other otters doing to each other in his own tribe.

He didn't know if a female otter would be as tight as Likita. He also didn't at all care.

"B-but...what if I...?" Jon trailed off, knowing that he couldn't finish another word without gasping in delight. His own knees started to buckle slightly as he continued to press forth, until the whole of his length was swallowed up by the moist, welcoming warmth of Likita's womanhood.

His concern was part of the innocence that she loved, and even as she squealed with delight to feel a second thrust, she giggled, as well. "H-hehe...when you're r-ready, Jon, just...gods, that's fucking good... just p-pull it out...and coat my back w-with your seed..."

Jon knew his endurance was at a low point; inexperience and nearly being in a coma from a stomach wound would do that, but he had no idea how close he'd put Likita to the edge by eagerly tongue-fucking her folds. Now that he was plowing into them proper, Likita pushed back and did her best to match his uneven, novice pace. Not knowing for sure when or how he was going to move kept Likita in suspense with each pass, and it gave her that much more ecstasy as the long, soft fur of her tail curled around Jon's back, encouraging him to stay in close to her until the very last second.

"Li-Likita...it's t-too much...I can't take it!"

Wanting to help her young otter along, Likita reached back with a paw and began working two of her pawtips vigorously at her clit, wanting to catch up to his level...and it didn't take much. A few quick, feverish swirls left her pawtips coated in a thin layer of her own liquid desire, and her clit responded in kind, as excessive pleasure began to rock her body, leaving her to tremble against her interspecies lover. "I want to feel it, Jon...l-let it out, baby! Cover me in your cum!"

Jon almost waited too long. He could feel the familiar buzzing in the pits of his stomach that he knew from his times experimenting as a teenager, but nothing in his life ever felt so amazing, and he couldn't dream up a sensation that would ever top the loving embrace of Likita's womanhood. With the deepest of regrets, he pulled free and used his paw to stroke himself, working the thick, drooling layer of her juices into his own shaft until his orgasm finally left him so wracked with pleasure that he couldn't help leaning over her rump and spraying his mess upon the both of them. Streaks of thick, creamy white cum landed in long strands on Likita's back, and her own climax began drooling down the insides of her thighs from the lewd sensation. Slumping over Likita in sexual and physical exhaustion, Jon could feel his cock squeezed between his own tummy and her back, and still, it continued to spurt his essence between them with impressive volume. Her back and his torso were soaked through in seconds, and the pair cried out to the light of the watching moon, having no shame left about the pleasure they shared.

"J-Jon...I'm..."

"Me too, Likita...I'm cumming!"

"Yes, y-yes! Do it! Oooooh, gods... I'm cumming too, Jon! Nnngh...f-fuck yes!"

Likita couldn't have known how long Jon had gone without a climax, but it still shocked her system when she felt streaks of the mess spilling down over her rump and trailing down her thighs, coming dangerously close to spilling into her womanhood. She kept quiet about the single drop that trickled into the pucker of her ass, but the way her tongue hung out the side of her muzzle as she finished was a clear sign she enjoyed it.

The panting of a pair of wild animals was the only sound in the Nadurra Valley that night, once the splashing of their rigorous mating finally settled. It took all of the effort that he had left, but Jon managed to stand upright, taking with him a large portion of the mess he left on Likita, even as it started to sink into the flesh of her back. "I...I don't...don't know what to say..."

"Most men say 'thanks,' or, 'that was nice,'" Likita teased, immediately back to her old, playful self once she caught her breath. "Tell me honestly, Jon...was that your virgin climax?"

It was a meek, but obvious nod that came in response.

"Then...thank you for the honor, Jon. I'll carry the title of being your first with me long after I'm no more than a spirit."

Jon simply wasn't used to being treated so nicely. His cheeks were burning with bashfulness, and the soft kiss that he felt upon one of his tusks only added fuel to the fire...but there was indeed a comfort behind it, one that he couldn't help clinging to.

"Nyah! Hehe...a little affectionate, aren't we!" Likita teased, as she wrapped her arms around Jon's lower back. "Does that mean you'll be accepting my offer of servitude?"

Jon nestled into the pillow soft, lukewarm embrace of Likita's breasts and let out a rumble of content. "Call it whatever you want, Likita...but I'm never leaving this place."