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The jungle was beautiful, but equally dangerous. Equally draining. The giant otter preferred not using his machete if it could at all be avoided - something about preserving the verdant greens of the jungle for others - but the fifth time his leg snagged on a vine and he fell face-first into the mud, he snarled with frustration and slashed through it. Thankfully, it was one of the thick vines that held plenty of drinkable water, so it wasn't completely wasted, but as Derrick sat there nursing on both the vine and his wounded ego, some worries began to creep up on him.

What time was it, now? A little past noon, going by the sun. That meant he'd struggle to reach the next village before nightfall, thanks to the wondrous but frustrating undergrowth and dense vegetation. He let out a long, dramatic sigh. Yes, yes - he knew perfectly well he only had himself to blame for taking such a hard route rather than following the established paths, but he wanted to experience the primal essence of the jungle one painful step at a time. It was a kind of ritual for him to let go of all the worries of everyday life.

Derrick wasn't quite a survivalist, but he was close enough. He had plenty of supplies in his backpack. He'd be fine spending a night here, too, even if it'd hardly be restful. Too bad, that; his body ached with desire for a soft, comfortable bed, and more than anything his entire being yearned for a friggin' mosquito net. There was one faint mercy in it all; at least he was vaccinated against all the possible illnesses the bites might otherwise cause. That, of course, didn't make it any more comfortable. Still, he'd chosen this route himself, and he'd follow it through. The only thing worse than simply following the beaten path was returning to it after trying something different, with his tail between his legs.

Standing up, he surveyed the path ahead. It was half faded, and half overgrown, but still distinct enough to make out. If he squinted, he thought he could see some footprints in the grass-clad mud, but it was clear enough that this wasn't a popular tourist route by any means. He knew the area was inhabited by some native tribes, who probably used these paths when scouting and gathering supplies, but he'd never come across any of them. Oh, they were all friendly - he knew that much, or he wouldn't have been here - but they were a secretive bunch, keeping their locations, rituals, and customs all hidden from foreign eyes.

Of course, Derrick shared a lot of his heritage with them. He was part native too, even if not "pure" - that notion was nonsense anyway - as his mother had found other visiting otters attractive enough to mate with. That played into his mild obsession with reconnecting with nature, too. Somehow, it just felt right to bond with the land that at least half his predecessors had lived on for countless generations.

The other half? Well, they were a more comfortable sort, and that was the kind of world Derrick had grown up in, even if the wilder part of his heritage had never entirely left him. Sometimes, the giant otter would make fun of those who chose the path more travelled, rather than challenging themselves, but at that moment, he found himself half wishing that he'd taken the easy way too, if only this one time. The easy way, or maybe a helicopter; this path was obnoxiously difficult to navigate. Still, he kept at it for hours, until the sun had begun to set with Derrick still miles away from his target village. Had he been above the thick canopy he'd still have enjoyed daylight, but down here the trees soaked up so much of the sun that it looked more like late night than early evening.

He dreaded having to make camp here, in the middle of nowhere. While he was attuned to the jungle by now, he'd never be comfortable enough sleeping without as much as a flat surface. In a few more steps, though, the young otter found the path clearing up, with several smaller ones joining in on the central one he was following. Here, even in the dusk-light, the footprints were obvious; all bare-pawed, which definitely meant he was on some tribal land - though perhaps not the most populated part of it. Perhaps a hunter's route, or some kind of pilgrimage-path, he speculated.

That suspicion was all but confirmed when he continued onwards. The air was growing warmer, which was odd enough with the sun setting, but it carried with it a floral scent. He rounded a curve in the path and stood face to face with a wide rocky pool, steam billowing from the waters into the cooling air. It was picturesque, to say the very least - stone paths crisscrossing between warm pools of water, all of it looking so very inviting, especially to Derrick's sore legs.

He took a quick look around, only to conclude that while the local tribes certainly _did_use these seemingly natural hot springs, there was nobody around at the moment. Occasionally, the water bubbled, or a late-night bird chirped in the distance, but beyond that there was only silence.

Derrick dipped a toe into the nearest pool. It was warm, indeed, but not to the point of burning, nor did he feel the characteristic acid sting of volcanic mud pits. Not that he'd expected it; with how worn the stones were, it was obvious that others had been enjoying these pools for generations. Purple, pink and blue petals from some unknown flowers floated in some of them, though he couldn't tell if they'd drifted in from the jungle or been deliberately tossed in for fragrance and decoration. They certainly smelled wonderful though; a floral and yet nostalgic aroma vaguely reminiscent of lilacs seemed to permeate the pools.

The giant otter stripped, draping his clothes over the backpack that he left on the edge of the pool, and waded in. The water welcomed him with an almost-sizzling heat that immediately soaked into him, like a balm for his sore feet and muscles, soothing every ache and stilling every itch from the countless mosquito bites on his body.

He sat, sinking down to his shoulders with a groan of satisfaction. Oh, this was beautiful. He could practically feel the stress and tension leaving his muscles, as he relaxed in the little pool, gazing at the increasingly star-studded skies above. Now this was a place where he could rest for the night, maybe taking a nap just like this, submerged in the warm caress of the hot springs.

This, he could get used to. Just pure, natural relaxation, letting the mineral-rich water soothe and caress him, wiping away the day's stress. This was why he preferred the road less travelled - finding the little-known wonders of the world, hidden from the tourists who never dared leave the main path. He leaned back against the warm rocks, worn smooth by centuries, if not millennia of public water and recreational use, his mind drifting freely as he wondered what exactly the local tribes used these pools for. Not hygiene, surely, they had plenty of rivers for that. Not drinking water either, the pools weren't hot enough to remain safe for that. He was so relaxed, even limp, soaking in the heat. Maybe that was what they were used for; relaxation and healing after days spent surviving, hunting, or gathering in the unforgiving jungle around them.

There were patterns carved into the soft rock, ones that his fingers discovered as he rested his arms on the smoothened edges; the outlines of otters, conjoined and curled up around each other in ways only mustelids could manage. There was _that_possibility too, he supposed. Maybe they all mated here. With that thought came a familiar tingle of excitement, his cock lazily stirring in the heat of the slowly bubbling water. Ah, nobody was here right now anyway. Maybe he'd explore the place in the morning.

Maybe he'd figure it out one day, Derrick thought, as he let the water lull him into a deep dreamy relaxation. But it didn't really matter, in the end. It was alright if some mysteries remained in the world.

"Sa vala, visitor."

Derrick's eyes snapped open as a voice brought him out of his slumber. His mind lagged a few seconds behind, and it took him a moment to react to what he was looking at. Two otters; both painted in swirls and stripes of white, looking down at him from the water's edge.

"Hi - hello, sorry - I'm not intruding, am I?" Derrick stuttered. "Sorry, I had a very long day and... if I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be I'd like to apologize..."

He trailed off. The two didn't seem offended in the slightest. Rather, both smiled at him broadly. One was male, a little older than Derrick himself, he thought - a hint of grey around his snout - and the other was distinctly female, maybe around the same age as him or a little younger. She was beautiful, too, a white spiral pattern on her soft-looking belly, and little half-moons emphasizing her perky breasts, which were entirely bare. As was the rest of her, bar for the paint that seemed to cover every part of the beautiful otter, Derrick realized, blushing rather noticeably as he felt blood rush to his groin at the sight, only barely managing to keep gaze from dipping further down than her flat, perfect belly.

"Not at all. We welcome visitors, especially..." the male spoke. He fixed his eyes to Derrick's. "...kin, if estranged, I believe."

"K-kin? What do you mean?" Derrick replied, though this time the stutter was because he had to wrench his eyes off the female otter, who was smiling at him hotly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are half our blood, even if I'm unsure which family," the older male said, grinning. "And as such, you are welcome home, even if you may not recognize it as such."

"That is... interesting," Derrick said. "How do you know that?"

The other male knelt by the side of the pool. He fixed his gaze to Derrick's. "Your eyes. One half foreign, the other familiar. Not to mention the markings. Perhaps a family lost to us, now... but nonetheless kin."

"Well, you're right. My mother is from... somewhere, here. She never really told me exactly," Derrick admitted.

His fingers brushed over Derrick's chin as he spoke, tracing the fuzzy border between dark and light fur. "I see this. So yes, you are welcome."

The female followed suit, squatting - and Derrick just barely managed to not stare, though he certainly caught a quick glance of her graceful movements, and her petals naturally spreading as she lowered herself, as if to examine him more closely. He was in such a strange state, as if the heat of the pools was seeping into his very body. She and the older male looked at each other, exchanging a few words in a tongue that Derrick felt like he should've recognized but didn't. The only thing he knew was they were talking about him.

The male asked her something, and she smiled, nodding, and answered him with a single soft syllable, to which he in turn responded with a broad, toothy grin. He took her hand and guided it to splay against Derrick's chest, just over his heart. It was an oddly sensual touch, her palm somehow feeling even warmer than the water.

"What are you doing?" Derrick asked. He didn't really mind it, but it would've been good to know what exactly they were discussing, but his words fell on deaf ears.

The older male asked her something else, as if looking for confirmation. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling Derrick's heartbeat, as if appraising him, before finally repeating the same word she'd spoken before.

The other male beamed at her. He spoked a few more words in their native language, squeezing her shoulder - and then fluently slipped back into a tongue that Derrick could understand. "...very good."

He turned towards Derrick, now, with a halfway sly smile adorning his greying muzzle.

"Since you are here, perhaps you'd like to see what the purpose of these pools is?" the male offered, gesturing broadly behind himself. "We perform our rituals here, for a variety of purposes. Every young man, for example, comes here to be inducted into adulthood, to have their strength and virility fortified. You, as our kind, have the right to participate if you wish," he said. "Even though you arrived at the very end of the season."

"Well, maybe," Derrick answered. He was acutely aware that he was still very_hard, and the water was bubbling just enough to hide the lust the female was stirring in him. As such, he naturally tried to stall and give his overeager cock a few moments to soften up again. If only he could stop glancing at her stiff, perfect nipples, shamelessly on display as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe for the tribe, it _was.

"You would join us in the vapor caves, if so. Not to worry - most find the ritual rather revitalizing and pleasant," the older male smiled.

"What kind of ritual is it?" Derrick asked, half playing for time to let that very insistent part of his body relax, and half with genuinely curiosity.

"It is as I described. A ritual of virility. Not to worry, as I said, almost all participants enjoy it, even if some are apprehensive at first," he said back, once again smiling that knowing smile. "Come, please."

Well, that was it. Derrick had no plausible excuse for remaining in the pool without seeming impolite. He was already feeling a little embarrassed, and that flustered crimson blush only deepened as he stood up, his rock-hard cock jutting proudly from his crotch. He expected some kind of remark, but the most he got was a subtle, approving nod from the woman, a hint of a heated smile, whereas the man didn't react in the slightest. Maybe that made sense, being that he was entirely naked himself, and if this was the usual level of modesty here, erections couldn't be that uncommon a sight.

That only made Derrick feel a little better, feeling rather vulnerable as he got out of the pool, painfully conscious of how every step made his cock bob and bounce. At least the ritual didn't sound any worse than hot yoga or the like, or perhaps a session in the sauna.

"Come with us, please. The caves are just down here - Alyna, why don't you lead the way? Show him?" he asked his companion, with a quick wink that Derrick missed entirely.

Alyna, as her name was, nodded, remaining taciturn. One might've called her demure, but that was hardly the case, as Derrick quickly discovered following her. She walked with such sensual sway, her thick and shapely rudder-tail wagging from side to side with each step. Her hips were perfect, too, with just enough padding to really draw Derrick's gaze to her form. Slowly, her tail hiked up as she walked, letting him catch a glimpse of her beautiful sex again, but he couldn't tell if it was an intentional tease or simply how she always walked. Either way, it made him twitch with lust again.

He still didn't dare stare too much, even if she didn't seem to mind, but fantasies of himself _holding_her hips swam through his mind regardless. Thankfully, the cold air, feeling downright freezing against his soaked body, eventually did make his cock begin to soften, much to his relief.

"For centuries the young men of our tribe have come here to learn to draw on their natural power, and my task is to help them do so," the male explained. "The women, too - though at different times, for rituals I am not privy to," he continued, with an apologetic smile. "I am what you might call a shaman, a priest, or perhaps a guru; your language lacks an appropriate term for the work I do."

"How about her, then? If you don't know each other's rituals?" Derrick asked.

"Oh, the women of the tribe know and participate in ours. It is only theirs that are secret," the guru - as he apparently was - said, giving Derrick a toothy grin. "I find it fair enough. For what are we men if not obvious, much of the time?"

Ow. That was definitely a comment on how excited Derrick had been, and he felt the blush creeping back on his snout, now. Still, at least it was good-natured, and he couldn't help but chuckle along, in the same way he might after banging his head on a shelf, once the pain dulled.

They arrived at the entrance to a cave, once again decorated with plentiful flowers, and what seemed like natural vines - the same ones that Derrick had been fighting while trekking through the jungle - covering most of it. The rock looked almost crystalline, no doubt long ago moulded by the same heat that now kept the pools warm.

"Here. Let us descend into the womb of the earth," the guru smiled. "So that you too may learn to channel her energies. And your own. Watch your head."

Alyna ducked into the cave, followed by, at the older male's insistence, Derrick. Immediately he could tell it was warm, and the air grew hot and humid around them as they followed the half-natural cave down a few steps into a fire-lit corridor. Torches lined the walls, and the caves led the smoke safely outside.

"Alyna has been the caretaker of these pools for a few years now, but soon a new acolyte will take her place," the guru explained. "For other duties call to her."

Derrick was only half listening, the flickering torchlight only further accentuating Alyna's form, shadows dancing across her body as if caressing her. From behind, he could just barely see her breasts gently bouncing with each step, and he was, naturally, growing hard again no matter how much he tried to fight it. Ah, at least it seemed like his new companions didn't mind. Maybe they simply held a more liberated, natural view of sexuality.

Finally, they reached a larger cave. The air was thick with steam, and wonderfully soothing to breathe in. In a way, it felt almost cleansing. The room was lined with small, bubbling pools - glimmering green and blue with shades of orange offered by the torches, and in the middle was a smooth slab of stone.

"This is where our tribesmen embrace adulthood, where we revitalize the old and strengthen the tribe... and as it turns out, where we help our estranged brothers reconnect to the land," the guru-otter mused. There was something about how he emphasized the part about embracing adulthood that almost seemed to imply something, but Derrick had other questions on his mind.

"Am I the first, then? The first... outsider?" Derrick asked, looking the chamber over, only to blush fiercely as his gaze fell upon Alyna once again.

"No. But you are the first one of our kin to return. If only for a moment," he replied. "Sit, please. I shall guide you through the exercises and rituals, and you'll emerge from here a new man."

Derrick sat down in the middle of the room. The rock felt warm to the touch, and water bubbling around his feet downright hot.

"Take a deep breath, and let it out," the guru instructed him, and Derrick did as he asked, drawing the humid but cleansing air deep into his lungs before exhaling it out again. If it was just breathing exercises, he could certainly do that; it reminded him a little of meditation.

"Now lay down and follow my commands," the older male continued. "I shall teach you to channel your masculine energy properly. Lay down, close your eyes, feel the steam fill your lungs with each breath."

Derrick did so, a little tense at first - the rock seemed just slick enough that he was worried about slipping off - but eventually he found a comfortable position where he could allow himself to relax.

"Remember, there is no shame in any bodily reactions. Let your mind wander as you yourself wander..."

Derrick focused on his breathing. He could scarcely believe that only a few hours ago he'd been struggling through the jungle, and now he was here, in this oddly familiar-feeling place, embracing some lost part of his heritage. He wondered how life would've been, had his mother not left the tribe when he was young to instead live with his father. Perhaps he'd have visited this cave all the same, though no doubt at a younger age.

He felt a relaxing tingle go through his body as he kept steadying his breath, focusing - guided by the guru - in keeping each inhalation deep and precise, to then be let out slowly, letting his body absorb the "energies" of the cave.

Maybe he'd have met someone like Alyna. Maybe he'd be together with someone like her, living a happy life here with plenty of children. Wait, where'd that thought come from?

"Now focus on awareness of your body. On every inch of yourself, from your sharp mind to your virile loins," the older man continued. "Imagine a surge of masculine energy with each breath you take, converging on your manhood."

Well, it was_some kind of virility ritual, wasn't it? Slowly, Derrick let his doubts dissipate, exhaling them with each breath. He could feel himself harden again, his cock swelling out as he imagined that "energy" filling it. Just like how it'd feel if he met someone like Alyna and they chose to embrace lust together. Soon enough it was jutting out proudly, fully erect - and perhaps harder than Derrick could ever remember being. Harder and bigger, almost a source of _pride. His mind drifted somewhere dark and pleasant, a trancelike state slowly overcoming him as he simply existed as a male, all other aspects of his identity filtered out by his rhythmic breathing and the guru's slow, steady instructions.

And then he felt a pair of soft, warm hands against his chest, his breath stuttering briefly as his nose caught Alyna's scent. He kept his eyes closed, forcing himself to focus on the sensations as she traced her fingertips through his fur and over his bare nipples, which tingled with pleasure. She leaned down, and he could almost feel her heavy breasts against his chest, her warmth radiating against him and her lips only inches from his as he let out a long, slow exhalation.

As she continued to caress and tweak his nipples, he felt a surge of intense arousal growing deep within his body, coursing through his veins like wildfire. He could hear her soft breathing in his ear as she teased and stroked him, driving him wild with need. He wanted to writhe and squirm beneath her touch, groaning with pleasure as the sensations built up inside him, but willed himself to remain still by focusing only on his own breathing, just as the older otter had advised; the only part that moved was his cock, throbbing eagerly, now.

Derrick could scarcely believe how sensitive his nipples felt. He'd never really played with them himself - they didn't seem like much of an erogenous area - but right now they certainly were, each pleasurable tingle and jolt shooting right down into his cock. But then, every part of him felt incredibly sensitive when he actually focused on it, with Alyna's fingers like silk against his fur, pressing just hard enough to touch the bare skin beneath.

"Focus. Breathing," the guru reminded him, and only then did Derrick even notice that he'd begun to gasp. Once more, a deep breath in. He shivered as the woman's webbed fingers rewarded his compliance with another gentle pinch. Slow breath out. He shuddered at her next touch; it was as if she was caressing his cock directly, and her hands were nowhere near that needily throbbing manhood.

He tried as hard as he could to focus on his breathing, but it was difficult with the waves of pleasure crashing through him. The guru's soft voice seemed to wash over him, calming and guiding him through the ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm him. As his body surrendered to the sensations swirling through his body, Derrick began to see stars dancing behind his closed eyes. He moaned and writhed in ecstasy, lost in the pulsing heat of pleasure that consumed him completely.

Derrick came hard, crying out as pleasure pulsed through him. It wasn't centred around his cock, like an average orgasm would be. No, instead his entire _body_stiffened with pleasure. He felt like he was in a trance, his cock jerking - he could've sworn that Alyna whispered something hotly into his ear, but he couldn't make out any words - but no cum actually coming out, as if it was his _body_that was orgasming rather than just his genitals. It felt blissful, even heavenly, and seemed to go on forever as Alyna kept tweaking those glowing nubs of pleasure on his chest.

But it did end. He collapsed bonelessly onto the slab, gasping for breath as he tried to make sense of the intense sensations that he'd just felt. Never before had he felt anything like this; it was as if he had been reborn into a world of pure sensation, and he never wanted to leave, staring emptily towards the cave roof, those sparks only slowly fading from the edges of his vision.

Yet he felt no less horny. There was no relief. He hadn't actually cum it seemed, and so his cock remained rock hard, still yearning for release, and his balls aching with that same need. He was burning up with that need, as if he had the most pleasurable of fevers, hyperaware of his surroundings, from the warm stone to the natural droplets of moisture clinging to his fur, and of course Alyna's presence right next to him. Had he had the energy, Derrick thought he might've dropped to his knees to worship her, but in that trancelike state of immolating pleasure, he could do nothing but remain still. Inhale, exhale, to the same steady rhythm. Paradoxically, he felt perfectly relaxed while also being horny past his limits.

"Very good," spoke the older male, watching every moment of what'd just happened. "You're ready..." he continued, circling them both.

Derrick heard a wet squish, followed by Alyna giving a soft, pleasured squeak. He couldn't find the strength to open his eyes and look.

"...as are you, both in full bloom," the guru murmured. "Now, mount him, Alyna. Derrick, keep focusing on your breathing."

Derrick's eyes slid open as he felt Alyna step onto the warm stone with him. Her scent enveloped him and he inhaled deeply, feeling himself stir anew with arousal. She smelled just like those flower petals had, in the pools outside, combined with a spicy, feminine tang of need, one that really_tickled some buried, primitive part of him. Like she was in heat - or at least fertile. _Wait. Mount me? They weren't using any protection, and it seemed to be a risky time with how hot her body felt combined with that lusty fragrance. But then again, he desperately ached to bury his cock inside her regardless. There was only that thin veneer of civilization getting in the way. The wariness that came from years of warnings about unprotected sex and one-night stands.

Yet somehow it felt just right, and he couldn't formulate a sound reason to question it. The guru manoeuvred them into position, with Alyna between Derrick's legs, raising one of them onto her shoulder to be fully in control; a flexible, mustelid joining where she'd be making every motion. Her slit kissed his stiffness warmly, slipping against the length of his shaft, and he groaned again.

"Now, the second part. You shall learn how to hold your release to truly_pleasure_ a woman," said the guru, in a soft yet commanding state, his words sinking effortlessly into Derrick's pliable mind. Oh, he wanted nothing more than to make this beautiful goddess of an otter climax on him, and with the elder's guidance, there'd surely be no accidents.

Derrick relaxed as he was gently pushed half off the smooth slab so that his upper body rested in the warm waters below, blood rushing to his head as the position left him even more powerless, completely at her mercy. As it should be. Despite his dizziness, he felt alive, potent, and virile - maybe more so than he ever had before, with life itself pumping through his veins, as all of it concentrating around his loins.

The paints on her belly almost seemed to glow in the light of the flames, glimmering with some pigment he'd never seen before, every inch of her body outlined beautifully against the darkness as her breasts heaved with a deep, shuddering breath of her own.

"Guide him into you," was the next command. "Slowly."

There was one last, brief flash of hesitation, but then her webbed fingers were wrapped around his shaft, guiding him to her slick heat. Derrick's breath stuttered as he felt just how wet she was, warm slickness seeping down his shaft the instant her soft lips kissed his tip. It made him shiver, and he felt Alyna clench against him in turn. Had he been in a position where he had any leverage at all, Derrick would've instantly surrendered to the feeling and thrust into her tantalizing body. Instead, all he could do was to keep controlling his breathing, letting the rhythm sustain his entranced state.

He was so very sensitive. The wet caress of her sex against his made Derrick's entire form tingle, just as her touches on his nipples had, resonating and cascading through every nerve in his body like an echo of pleasure. He didn't even know her, not really, but it felt as if he did. She was a stranger that he'd only just met, and yet here they were, seconds away from mating.

She sank down on him. Only an inch, maybe. Enough for her incredible heat to engulf the head of his cock. Pleasure swirled through him and he gasped again, throbbing and twitching against Alyna, straining against her inner muscles already caressing him. Focus on the breathing. In, then out, channelling the energy of each shivering breath into his cock. The fact that he was inside her fertile body unprotected wasn't important. All that mattered right now was her pleasure.

Slowly, inch by inch, she began to ride him. With each sensual motion, she impaled herself a little more deeply, until his full length was coated with her slickness. At first it was gentle, achingly so, as if she was savouring every moment of their joining. Derrick met her movements with what he wanted to be powerful thrusts, but their position only allowed him to weakly nudge his hips forward. Her muscles rippled around his cock, quivering with mutual desire. Even their breathing was naturally synchronised.

And then, she hilted herself fully, taking his full length inside her, his bare cock buried deep in her wet, feminine heat. The sensations were overwhelming, and he could do nothing but lay there and feel her tight walls contract around him as she took him. She moved her hips in a slow, circular motion, and he could feel every inch of her as she did so. Every sweet clench and wanting tremble. Derrick's balls were already tight against his body, and if it hadn't been for the strange, almost tantric technique the older male was guiding him to master, he knew he would've already filled her.

Instead, the sustained pleasure made his eyes water, tears of joy running down his cheeks. The world around them gradually grew dim and uninteresting, even the guru's words fading under the sound of his own heart beating. Of _her_heart beating. Under the intensity of it all. Nothing existed except Alyna, her soft bouncing chest, her flat and fertile belly, her snug heat teasing his cock mercilessly as she kept moving.

While he was on the edge, Alyna had a while longer to go, yet. She was breathing rapidly, though not quite moaning, as she began to ride Derrick in earnest, clutching at his body as she worked her hips up and down, luxuriating and relishing in the sense of a thick, masculine cock filling her with the most natural of pleasures. There was almost no friction at all, dripping wet as she was, only a smooth tugging, almost suckling sensation each time she pulled up, as if she was challenging Derrick, her body urging him to cum inside her.

He wouldn't, though. He trusted the shaman-guru who was guiding him, keeping a close eye on his every movement to presumably make sure he didn't actually end up breeding the beautiful otteress squirming on top of him.

Alyna's hips slapped against his wetly, those swollen and greedy lips kissing the very base of his shaft, and slick sound of their union filled the cave with each trembling motion, her thighs and crotch a wet mess and her breathing growing ragged.

The shaman asked something with a questioning but caring inflection, and she answered, perhaps accidentally using the wrong language in the throes of pleasure. "I'm sure," she moaned; the first words she'd said that Derrick could actually understand. Whatever it was she was sure about, she picked up her pace, clutching onto Derrick's leg and smushing her stiff clit against it, grinding against him even as she rode his throbbing cock.

Derrick felt his cock flexing, bucking, aching to fill Alyna with bursts of hot seed, and he had to actively focus to not end up giving in. Equally he felt _her_ecstasy, every joyful shiver as her pleasure crested. Still, he knew that he could do this, giving the beautiful otter the pleasure she deserved while maintaining his own discipline and not leaving her belly swelling.

Finally, she reached her peak. Alyna sang out in pleasure, that wet heat around Derrick's cock becoming outright molten as her juices gushed over his crotch, and he could feel the spasms of her inner walls as she moaned, furiously grinding herself down onto him. Her entire body quivered and rocked with each pulse of pleasure. Derrick took another heavy breath, determined not to surrender to her eager milking. With how long he'd been on edge, he'd almost certainly knock her up if his concentration faltered.

Then, to his surprise, the older male spoke up again, his voice deep and commanding.

"Now spill your seed. As deep as you can. Give her the gift of motherhood."

Derrick's eyes snapped open. His concentration faltered and that familiar, agonizingly wonderful pressure rose in his loins. Wasn't he supposed to not do just that? In his entranced state, though, the elder's words seemed to wrest away control of his body, handing the reins to his instincts instead. Quickly Alyna's rhythmic squeezes turned from pleasure he could resist to a soul-tingling invitation to seed her as heavily as he could. It was the kind of sensation that no man could ever hope to resist, not if truly feeling it all.

His hips twitched weakly, and his cock jerked inside her in turn. At that moment, Alyna let go of his leg and leaned - no, slumped down - burying her paws in Derrick's sleek, oily fur and fixing her azure eyes to his, letting him see exactly how much she wanted this. Her face was glowing, flushed with post-coital bliss, and she whispered a single thing to him.

"It's alright. Let it happen."

That was the first thing she had ever said directly to Derrick.

Derrick threw his head back and groaned in sweet release as his body and mind surrendered to her, and instantly that thick, heated seed that'd been building up throughout the session rushed up his shaft and erupted into her fertile body, where it could accomplish its duty.

Derrick spasmed and groaned, filling her up again and again with ropes of pearly, cloudy cum as she gasped and writhed on top of him, prolonging his climax for as long as possible with deft, carnal little motions. Her walls pulsated around him, greedy for every drop as she milked him for everything he had, and in that moment, there was nothing he wanted to do more than give her his everything._Derrick rode the waves of his climax, shuddering as he emptied himself into Alyna's welcoming depths, into her thirsty _womb. There was no stopping now, not until he had pumped every last drop of cum deep inside her, giving her the chance to carry their pups.

She took his hand and guided it to her belly - those muscles, too, twitching under his touch - sharing one last meaningful glance with the father of her future children, even as Derrick's vision dimmed with the intensity of it all. He came so hard his heart couldn't quite keep up, and the world slowly swirled away into a pleasurable, dazed darkness, his seed safely where it belonged.

For a good few hours, he thought of nothing at all, floating somewhere between consciousness and dreaming, a comfortable cloudy haze in which nothing existed except relaxed satisfaction.

Then - with morning light filtering through his closed eyelids, and the sound of birds in his ears, Derrick woke up somewhere new and strange, curled up in what seemed like a pile of freshly cut fronds and palm tree leaves. He was in the jungle again, alone - naked - without the pools, the caves, nor the otters anywhere to be seen. Birds chirped leisurely around him, and his clothes he found neatly folded next to him.

Had all of that just been a dream? No, it couldn't be, could it? He examined his cock only to find it feeling clean, if a little sore, without a trace of the woman he'd supposedly mated with last night. He remembered it so vividly, and none of it felt like it was a dream, but if so, why had they taken him elsewhere after he passed out?

He felt dizzy. Drained, but also revitalized. Oddly light, too. Like his muscles were weightless and moving them was effortless, but perhaps without perfect coordination. Quickly, he pulled his underwear back on, then his pants, and then his socks, finishing by slipping his shoes on. A quick glance of the surrounding area revealed nothing but dense foliage; he couldn't smell water, much less steam, the way he could've sworn he did last night.

Had he just laid down here, his tired mind confabulating the rest of the night? Derrick doubted it - but even as he searched through his surroundings, he quickly came to the conclusion that even if it'd all been real, he was nowhere near where he'd met the others, nor did he have time to search for it again. Maybe if he found satellite imagery he could pinpoint it, but not now. The memories were already filling his heart with a needy longing, a desire to just go back, to fulfil his denied infatuation with... Alyna, was it? He could just about still feel her feminine softness pressed against him, the sweet needy quivers of her sex engulfing his.

He wanted to meet her again, to be with her. To meet his child - who he knew,_somehow, that he'd sired inside her beautiful body. He _must've, with how long she had edged him, making sure that she received all of his seed. Maybe one day he would get to do that, but right now real life was reasserting itself. A glance at his watch told him that he didn't have any more time to waste on longing and pining. The cold realization that dawned on him was that his vacation would be coming to an end soon enough as well, and he'd be occupied with work for at least a year.

It hurt, if only enough to motivate him to continue onwards, forging a path through the jungle. At least, the undergrowth finally seemed to show his forlorn, if rather satisfied, heart some mercy, growing thinner and thinner as he made his way back towards the home that felt a little less like home after the night's events.

That said, he couldn't bring himself to be too upset about it. After all, he'd been allowed to mate with an absolute goddess of an otter, and even if he never met her again, he had also come out of it with some techniques he was sure would be useful with his future lovers.

Some nine months later, Alyna sat by the edge of one of the steam-pools, a newborn otter suckling greedily at her swollen breast. He was a bundle of energy even at his very young age, loud and squeaky and very eager to nip her constantly. This had been exactly what the tribe needed; an influx of new blood, and their subtlety had indeed succeeded at luring in a very virile outsider. The fact that he was half part of the tribe made it all the more of a success. And he'd participated eagerly in the end, just as most young men did. The ritual might've not even been necessary, really - but it was how things were done, to emphasize the sacred nature of fertilization.

She cradled the pup lovingly, burying her fingers into his soft fur to hold him close. His eyes hadn't opened yet, but she could imagine them looking just like Derrick's had. Maybe one day they'd meet again. Somehow, that felt pleasant to think about. Maybe she'd visit his home. Maybe he'd seed her anew.

Maybe.

For now, she was occupied simply being a mother, in that remote jungle village not too far from the hot springs that nobody ever found intentionally.