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Derrick stretched at the edge of the lake, warmed by the first rays of the sun. This season in the jungle was cold and dank, though he didn't really want to call it_winter._ There was no snow, and the cold was only comparative. Still, times like this, when he was only barely aware in the morning, the chill air seemed to cut straight to the bone. He spread his arms, trying to catch as much of the sun's life-giving warmth upon his brown fur, now adorned with the tribe's white paints in a variety of ever-changing patterns.

Only a year ago, the giant otter couldn't ever have guessed that this was how the future would shape up for him. It was halfway to paradise. The kind of picturesque sights that simply didn't exist back in his home city anymore. A loving tribe, a community, who all took care of each other. And loved each other rather freely, too. While Derrick's exotic appeal had waned since he'd joined the tribe, he was fairly sure that he'd had more lovers during his year with the tribe than all his years before.

Alyna burst up through the lake's waters, gasping for air. She was a divine sight, as always, like a lutrine goddess emerging from the stillness, every inch of her glistening in the dawn's early light. Including her naked breasts, bouncing as she frolicked - as she always did - while cleaning herself up for the day. It was impossible not to stare, at least for Derrick. While the rest of the tribesmen didn't seem to pay much attention to breasts outside of sex, _that_was something he was pretty sure he'd never get bored of.

Alyna knew it too, of course. As fascinated as Derrick always was with her naked form, so did she love teasing him with it. It wasn't that any of the other men wouldn't find her at least moderately attractive, no; it was that to Derrick, every day of seeing her naked still felt like a gift, a surprise, a special treat that he'd never stop appreciating. An everyday luxury, all of which seemed far more meaningful this far from civilization.

Derrick sighed playfully and watched his beloved as she finished rolling around in the cold water, scrubbing every inch of herself clean. He let himself swell and harden; there was no use fighting it, not with how the chill had Alyna's nipples harden, and the occasional glimpses of that beautiful, warm place between her legs. She liked seeing it happen, anyway. At the same time, he dreaded having to get in the water himself. Not that he wasn't used to it, but he'd certainly never liked cold showers or baths. "Summer" - or rather, the warmer of the jungle's seasons - couldn't come soon enough.

He leaned over to gather a handful of the cold-season berries from a nearby bush, and quickly tossed them in his mouth to chew them quickly. Alyna had taught him most of the commonly eaten ones over the last year. These ones, which she personally hated, were tart. Very tart. Tart and sour enough to make Derrick's whiskers curl, but at the same time, they contained caffeine. The tribe didn't call it that - they called it something like berryfire, extracted from these fireberries - but Derrick readily recognized the buzz they gave him. It also came with a slight sense of warmth, which helped on cold mornings like this. Sometimes, when he felt homesick, which was probably inescapable even if his life here was much happier, he liked roasting and brewing some of the fireberries into a cup of makeshift coffee. The taste wasn't quite the same, what with the berries not being coffee beans in the slightest, but it was close enough to numb the longing for home.

One day, maybe he'd bring Alyna to his former home city, if only for a day. Or maybe he wouldn't. She seemed far too pure and perfect for that dirty place. Well, maybe not. Maybe that was just his love-struck mind talking again.

"Lost in thought again, are you?" he heard Alyna giggle, and then she was in his lap, her warm and wet body pressed against his. "I do wonder, sometimes, what you think about when you have that look. Like you're looking inward and not seeing anything outside of yourself."

"Well, right now, I'm quickly starting to think of only one thing," he replied, letting out a long, quiet groan as he felt Alyna's warmth against his rather hard cock. She was due to go into heat again, soon. The last time had borne them no new children, which had almost been a relief - taking care of one was plenty of a challenge already - but sooner or later, if they continued like this, it was inevitable that it'd happen.

Though then again, Derrick couldn't even pretend that the feeling of always cumming inside his partner, his love, his mate freely and unprotected wasn't worth every single consequence. Alyna caught his lips in a kiss, only to recoil at the taste of the fireberries. She bounced off his lap.

"Blagh! How about you go wash yourself, instead? And be sure to wash your mouth too. Gods, I really have no idea how you manage to eat those," she laughed.

"They're an acquired taste, I guess," Derrick chuckled, half frustrated at his achingly stiff manhood not getting the attention he'd been anticipating. Still, at least he felt energized. And a cold morning swim, as unpleasant as that was, would wash away the urge to mate at least as well as doing it himself.

He took a deep breath, and as Alyna cheered him on, dove into the water. Even with lutrine fur, adapted to keeping water out, it felt frosty cold. That was one thing Derrick missed, with no uncertainty: warm baths. Yes, they had the hot springs, but they were reserved for special occasions, typically, and it was a fair bit of a walk there either way.

Special occasions. Special occasions. Derrick racked his mind as he took a few leisurely strokes in the water. Oh, right. Didn't Alyna say something about a spring festival?

He couldn't quite remember what she had actually said about it, but that was fine; they'd be spending the entire day together, as they did most days. _That_was something he never wanted to leave behind, no matter what happened. Unlike in the city, he and Alyna never had to be apart except when they wanted it. For everyday events, they were always close, ready to support each other.

Derrick gave himself a quick scrubbing with a bunch of rough, hairy leaves that Alyna tossed him. A little rushed, maybe, but he desperately wanted to get out of the icy water. Once done, he swam back to the shore and shook the excess water off. Alyna stood at a safe distance, admiring his soaking wet body.

Today, Derrick and Alyna would hunt. Every day, the tribe chose a few hunters to gather red meat. The others, in turn, went fishing and gathering. Everyone knew how, though at the moment, Derrick was still treated the same as the adolescents when it came to hunting. He always had a teacher with him, helping him track prey. In his case that was Alyna. It was a curious, and rather welcome inversion of the expected roles. Alyna was, despite her bubbly attitude and slender form, a very accomplished huntress. The kinds of shots that Derrick had witnessed her make with a bow would put some of his former military acquaintances to shame. He had tried his hand at it a few times, but everyone else here had experience with the tribe's self-made bows since childhood, and Derrick doubted he'd ever be as good as them. More often, he ended up gathering berries instead.

Won't stop me from trying, though, he thought defiantly, as he and Alyna went off into the forest in search of meat for tonight's communal dinner. He was determined to catch at least _one_deer for the tribe. Maybe not today, but eventually. More than anything, he was noticing how many essential abilities growing up in the city had left him without. Then again, maybe it was just a different set of skills. Surely most of the tribe would struggle to work a regular 9 to 5 job in the office, initially.

Either way, into the forest they went, to a clearing that Alyna typically liked to return to every time it was her turn to hunt. Derrick had been there twice, so far. Once, alone, and once before with his partner.

"So, the spring festival. Did I mention it already?" Alyna asked him, on the way. The jungle was loud enough during the late morning that two otters speaking wouldn't scare anything off. It was almost deafening with a thousand birds chirping at once and insects joining the choir. A far cry from the still, tranquil peacefulness of the early sunrise.

"I think you did, but not what it actually involved," Derrick replied, in a hushed whisper. It was his military training coming into play; no matter what Alyna said, he didn't feel good about speaking out loud when doing reconnaissance.

"Ah, right. It's a fertility festival," Alyna grinned. "There's that look again," she added, her smile widening as she watched Derrick's reaction.

"So you mean-" Derrick began.

"Not for us._Well, not for _me, at any rate," Alyna interrupted him. "You can volunteer if you'd like, and I would like you to, but the festival is _for_younger, unmated tribe members."

"What does that mean?" Derrick asked, though an idea was quickly forming in his head. He sat down by the base of a tree with a clear line of sight to the clearing.

"It means," Alyna murmured, sitting down next to Derrick but then reconsidering and climbing into his lap, bow still in hand. "That it's a chance for those who haven't found mates yet to experience pregnancy. Or how it feels to breed someone."

She paused. This close, Derrick could feel her heartbeat, and it was faster than normal. She seemed to rather enjoy the idea of the festival, but her attention was split between lust and the hunt.

"The festivals always have a shortage of males," she continued after a moment of silence, listening for prey. "Your limited endurance and all. That's why I think you should volunteer."

"And not at all because you're also really excited by the idea of me giving some younger tribeswomen their first babies?" Derrick countered, wrapping his hands around Alyna's waist and squeezing her gently against himself. He knew his partner well enough by now. "Making their belly swell with life, while you no doubt rub yourself raw, watching?"

"Pssf. No, while I wait for my turn with you, my beautiful stud," Alyna snorted, pressing herself firmly against the growing hardness that eagerly swelled up between her legs. With the morning's earlier teasing, it took only a few seconds for Derrick to be hard as rock at her warm, soft touch.

"Mhm," was all that Derrick said in response. There wasn't much else he could say, at least nothing coherent, as Alyna's slender fingers wrapped around his hardness and guided his head to nudge into the slick warmth she'd teased him with earlier. She was soaked._Derrick had known she liked seeing him with other women, but the idea of him participating in the ritual and _breeding others was evidently driving her completely wild with need.

Well, at least it was a need that he'd eagerly fulfill. His hands slipped down to Alyna's flared hips, and he dug his fingers in to hold her in place as he thrust. He sunk effortlessly into that wonderfully tight, hot wetness, and felt his mate shiver around him with equal lust. She wasn't in heat yet, but she would be soon, and he could already start to smell it on her; that same beautiful scent that he'd smelled that first time, in the steam caves.

They had a job to do, but that job could wait, if only for an hour or so. While their relationship had cooled down a little since their initial reunion, a year back - from frantic, hungry and possessive, mating several times a day, to merely loving - the otters still desired each other every bit as much as they had, first. Alyna slid down all the way onto Derrick's throbbing cock, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as his girth stretched her wide. She felt his hardness all the way in her belly, twitching and throbbing already.

"Mmh. Someone's been wanting this, hasn't he?" Alyna churred. She moved her hips in a wide, smooth circle, relishing the feeling of her partner inside her, and readily coating his shaft with her juices. Bare, as always. She loved the feeling of receiving his seed, even if there was no chance of getting pregnant yet. In fact, that part she was perfectly fine waiting a little longer with. At the same time, that motion made Derrick screw his eyes shut, a deep masculine grunt spilling from his lips, and he thrust into that sensation. "Yes," she hissed. "Just like that."

They didn't often have the opportunity to verbally tell each other what they wanted. There was always someone around in the village, and Derrick was still a little too shy to mate in public, something Alyna hoped would eventually change. She had always loved the thought of letting others watch, and in turn arousing them, almost as much as she wanted to see her partner breed another woman. There was just something so _incredibly_sexy about her giant otter when he neared orgasm. The way every shapely muscle in his body tensed, the possessive grasp of his fingers, the way his cock swelled inside her - or whoever it was - seconds before he came, spilling his seed in hard and heavy pulses.

Derrick, of course, thought much the same of Alyna. Perhaps in a somewhat less cerebral way. She was, to him, the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. The sexiest, too. And he truly never wanted to stop fucking her when time and other tasks allowed it. He wanted to make her a mother over and over until she told him it was enough. And he wanted her to cum around his cock, loving the way every wet spasm of her hot, fertile sex around him emphasized just how good she felt. How much she loved him, in some abstract sense.

He snorted and began to thrust in earnest, bouncing the smaller otter on his lap and watching how her breasts bounced in turn, sensually, with each loving buck of his hips. Watching how her expression dissolved into pure pleasure, especially as his fingers found her clit, just above where he was buried inside her. She clenched immediately, nearly squeezing the hardness out of Derrick, but he persisted, rutting into her with primal, instinct-driven enthusiasm. They both knew they couldn't take long, and as such neither held back, pushing towards that sweet, sticky climax together.

Their bodies worked in perfect harmony. For each thrust, her body rewarded him with a loving squeeze, her silken inner walls massaging every inch of him from glans to the very base. He throbbed, in turn, only exciting her further. And so, they continued, at an ever-increasing speed, until Alyna sang out shamelessly in orgasm. Her back arched almost convulsively, and she threw her head back to let everyone hear her climax. The way she clenched and quivered around him in that familiar sensual rhythm didn't take long to push him over the edge as well.

Derrick surrendered to her needy, orgasmic milking, and hilted himself inside his lover as deep as he could go, letting her body take control and make him give her what she wanted. He came in pressured spurts, grunting and even growling as he pulsed inside Alyna's soaked, climaxing pussy, filling her with his pearly and potent seed with each throb. Maybe it would be to no avail until her heat truly began, but that didn't make it feel any less fantastic, and in perfect sexual harmony, they rode out their orgasms; her contractions forcing each rope of cum he gave her deeper, and in turn, prolonging his climax until he had nothing left to give.

The two otters slumped down against the tree, panting with mutual bliss. For a moment, nothing existed but the two of them, joined in warm, messy, fading bliss by their loins. The copious amount of seed he'd filled her with slowly oozing out of her and down his softening cock. Alyna's leaned down to brush the side of her muzzle against his, lovingly, almost thankfully for her orgasm.

"We should focus on the hunt, I think," she finally spoke, slowly easing herself off him, even if her lips clung to him as if not quite wanting him to ever leave her. Derrick admired her satisfied body for a few seconds longer, feeling that typical pride over how thoroughly he'd filled her, but then forced himself to get up as well.

And so it went; sometimes, Derrick and Alyna went hunting. Other times, fishing, or even gathering whatever bounty the jungle had to offer that day. Almost always, they took the opportunity to duck out of sight to mate, however briefly. And of course, they did their part raising Eron, even if the tribe considered each baby to be the whole tribe's responsibility, taking the pressure off individual parents. Even here, in the jungle, things became routine in the end; this was the unfortunate truth of the experience of life. If one did not constantly look for new experiences, life became a blur as it passed by. Still, the routine was very comfortable and satisfying in a way that Derrick had never felt.

The colder season melted away eventually. The days grew longer, the warmth returned to the jungle, soon to become sweltering, and sweet spring-fruit replaced the sour cold-season fireberries. That also meant that it would soon be time for that festival that Alyna had mentioned. She wasn't the only one who looked forward to it, as the entire tribe grew, it seemed, more amorous as the temperature rose. More than anything, the younger - but by now, adult - members of the tribe who had not yet found a partner of their own, looked forward to it. Some of them, in unexpected ways, as Derrick would soon discover.

On the festival morning, Alyna and Derrick were once again by the lake they had begun to consider theirs, at this point, watching each other take their morning baths. This time, the water was warmer, mellow enough that the otters could barely feel it as they dove in, one after the other. Today, there would be no time to mate, which was unfortunate, given that Alyna's heat had finally just started the other night, but there'd be plenty of time to attend to that. The festival, on the other hand, only happened once a year.

The village was abuzz with activity. The children were busy hanging up decorations, and the adults with making them, far a few of the strongest males who had been tasked with preparing the festival grounds once again, not too far from the village center. A pair of trees had fallen over during the storms of the cold season and had to be removed. Derrick, at Alyna's insistence, had volunteered to participate in the festival itself, and as such he was exempt from preparation duties. After all, the volunteers needed_plenty_ of energy. Though nobody would deny that sex was a wonderful thing, it was also rather physically draining. Especially for the males.

After their morning bath, Alyna gave him a kiss and then joined the others in preparing everything. Derrick simply remained by the lakeshore, watching other tribe members pass by to fetch some plant or another, or to haul up the crab buckets. The freshwater crabs from the nearby lakes were a mouth-watering delicacy, but they were only eaten once a year due to their slow reproductive cycle. It didn't stop the younger members of the tribe from diving in to snatch one or two on occasion, but thankfully, that hadn't impacted the numbers any.

Derrick sat there, wondering about all the insignificant things that felt so much more important when seen up close like this. The crab stock in a random jungle lake was something not even the most obsessed scientist would care about, but to this tribe, it mattered.

Someone sat down next to him. One of the men of the tribes, a few years younger than Derrick, most likely. A slender type, with fur darker than most, almost the color of coffee or very intense chocolate. After a moment's thought, Derrick recognized him as one of the men who had been guarding the village when he first found it, a year ago. They hadn't spoken much; he had a hard time understanding Derrick while he'd still been learning the language, and now that he knew the basics, they simply didn't speak much out of sheer force of habit. Derrick had at least learned his name; Kiyana.

"Looking forward to the festival?" Kiyana asked. "I wish I could volunteer too, but..."

"Mm? I suppose I am," Derrick replied, noncommittally. "Why not just do it?"

"My mate... didn't exactly approve," the other male answered. He shifted a little, as if uncomfortable where he sat. Uncomfortable or nervous, perhaps, trying to work up the courage to ask something specific but never quite getting there. That was the vibe Derrick picked up. "Not that she minds sharing, she just didn't like the publicity. And she wanted to try... um, you know. I kind of did too."

"Try what?" Derrick asked. This was the most nervous he'd ever seen Kiyana be. He could barely get whatever he wanted to say out at all. When they'd first met, he had seemed cocky and confident, though then again, young men often projected that kind of façade.

"Never mind, I should probably get back to work," the other otter excused himself, and promptly got up immediately, his courage having failed him well before getting to what he wanted to say.

Derrick was left a little confused, though not completely clueless. He came from the city, after all. The immediate thought he had was that Kiyana was gay, or perhaps bisexual given that he had a wife. The tribe, though, had no prejudices against such relationships, so Kiyana being nervous about it didn't immediately make any sense. Perhaps it was simply a fear of standing out. Derrick resolved to bring it up with Alyna, later. His partner seemed to know just about everyone in the village since childhood.

Eventually, the steady beat of a drum reached him, and a moment later, a whiff of wood-smoke and the mouth-watering scent of meat roasting on it. That meant the festival was starting. Derrick got up, stretched, and made his way back to the village. Or rather, past it, to the festival grounds; the village itself was all but deserted for the day.

"-gather to celebrate new life!" was what Derrick caught of an elder's announcement, reaching the decorated festival grounds just a moment too late to hear all of it. "Any of our young adults, unmated, may gather on the woven mat, along with all volunteers!" she continued. "If any of you need breaks, simply step off the mat and drink, feast, relax - but I expect to see many new bellies swelling in a month or two!"

The layout was simple enough. Seats for the watchers encircled a large mat woven of reeds and leaves that was to serve as bedding for all the couples. A few stands offered what seemed like concessions, or at least, snacks for the participants, ranging from a crimson-red juice that Derrick had never seen before, and some more familiar drinks, along with foods like flame-roasted crab and well-seasoned cuts of meat. The selection was big enough that it almost felt like being at a party in the city, though Derrick hesitated to take anything since nobody else was eating yet. Some were sipping on the crimson drinks, though.

Alyna caught Derrick's eye and motioned him closer to herself while the elder kept talking about the importance of the festival. Most of it tied back to some mythological concept about how the first otters had been born during the warmest month of spring, after winter was broken and brushed aside by the female side of their dual god. He hadn't quite figured out the intricacies of it all, yet, but it didn't matter. He got the gist of it well enough. Alyna reached for one of the mugs standing on a nearby table.

"An aphrodisiac," she smiled, holding the mug to Derrick's lips. "Should get your blood burning."

That was one of the tribe's idioms. Burning blood meant arousal. Not that Derrick couldn't figure out what an aphrodisiac was intended to do. He opened his mouth, and the liquid that flowed in was so pungent his eyes teared up. It wasn't sour like the fireberries, but it was strong, somewhat like wasabi in that the vapors seemed to burn in his sinuses, while also being spicy enough to leave him panting as his tongue burned. Yet he drank every drop of the concoction.

"I expect to see you hard at work all day," Alyna whispered into his ear. "May the virility of the gods themselves be with you," she added with a playful giggle, and after a brief hug, she shoved Derrick towards the mat.

A few of the unmated women were already on it. A few younger men, too, though not as many. The tribe's birthrates seemed to ever so slightly lean towards females. That was part of why volunteers like Derrick were needed. The other reason was simply that it was more fun.

The drummer started again now that the elder's speech was done. A slow, steady, primal beat at first, banged out on deerskin drums. Nobody had told Derrick exactly what to do, so he stood and waited, opting to let anyone who needed him signal as much. At the same time, he observed the effects of the aphrodisiac on himself. It began with a sense of fuzzy warmth spreading from his abdomen, and of course, soon he was swelling and hardening in plain view of everyone. It only made sense for this kind of event, Derrick thought, though he couldn't help but feel a little awkward being on display as he was.

As he watched, some of the unmated otters joined together, and moments later - with the music and the aphrodisiac-spiked drinks having them perfectly ready, hard and wet - were rutting away freely on the mat. Moans filled the air. Some pained, for those who were still virgins, and some needy or awkward. One of the younger males came almost immediately, before he'd even managed to push his throbbing length into his partner, to the roaring laughter of the audience. The male blushed so fiercely that Derrick half expected him to remain red forever, but it was an experience any man could empathize with, and the laughter was good-natured. The tribe, it seemed, was never above having a good laugh about things. The idea seemed to me, from what Derrick could gather, about not cumming before the beat was over, or at least not before your partner did.

That quick male slinked away as he involuntarily softened up, leaving his mess on one of the females, who stretched out playfully in spite of the frustration that she surely felt. And then, her eyes met Derrick's. She spread her legs a little wider, inviting the older, more experienced male with a grin far too demure for some with another male's seed still glistening on her belly. Still, at that point, Derrick was feeling increasingly eager to participate, with the drink he'd had clouding his mind, draping his thoughts in warm, fuzzy arousal.

He approached the younger otter and knelt in front of her on the mat. Another quick shared glance told him that she was more than ready, and the wetness around her matted groin confirmed it. Derrick took a deep breath, positioned himself at her lust-swollen entrance, and pushed in slowly. He was a little bigger than most others in the tribe, but his lover didn't seem to mind at all despite her own tightness. Rather, she let out a gasping moan and hooked her legs around Derrick's waist, squeezing herself against him, as her sex yielded eagerly and wetly at finally getting what it wanted, stretching out around the giant otter's cock, and yet, clutching every inch of it with carnal, loving need.

The drummer set the pace, and the revelers followed it. Derrick began to thrust to the beat, deep into the other otter's wonderfully tight sex. The aphrodisiac intensified the sensations to the point he was feeling like he might pass out from the intensity of it, but he managed to keep going. Beneath him, the woman was squirming in ecstasy already, breathing in rapid little stutters and begging for more in several words Derrick knew, and a few he'd not yet heard. At the same time, as the other temporary couples around them followed the same pace, the entire festival felt like one great, lusty organism, all moving to the same rhythm, with the same intent, and towards the same goal.

She clutched around him like a vice. A quick look at the audience showed many of them completely fixated on him breeding this young otter. Among them, Alyna, and Kiyana, both watching with rapt attention.

The light intoxicant effect of the drink made the attention a little easier to bear. Derrick was lost in the sensations. He almost felt proud, like a lion, or perhaps a tiger, rutting into that sweet warmth. Faster and faster, the drumbeat went, and so did each participant's hips. Soon, Derrick was panting. The couple next to him reached their peak, a very loud and passionate mutual climax, as the pace grew faster and faster. Derrick was struggling too. Every inch of his being was screaming at him to let go, but he was determined to make his partner cum first. The cheers of the audience - he wasn't sure if they were directed at him or the well-bred woman next to him - grew louder and yet, he heard little of it, focused entirely on following the rhythm of the drums.

What was it that he'd learned that day in the steam caves? Control your breathing. Derrick focused his dizzy mind on that, steadying his breath, wrestling back control from his instincts as he willed himself to not cum yet. He would, soon, and inevitably, but those few additional seconds of bliss were all that his partner needed. The allure of making another woman swell with his pups was a powerful one. Not that Alyna wasn't all he needed, but biology offered its demands and rewards without discriminating, and since Alyna seemed to like the idea, he saw no reason to not revel in fulfilling his studly purpose. Just not quite as quickly as his cock would've preferred. Deep breaths. At least until she cums.

He hadn't seen the elderly shaman for a few months now, probably busy performing whatever rituals needed performing at the hot springs, but his advice, as manipulative as it'd been, would still come back to Derrick over and over.

Finally, after what felt like an entranced eternity - the drummer increased the tempo once more and Derrick sped up his thrusts one last time, hammering into the woman beneath him so fast his hips were almost a blur - she let out of a throaty, gasping cry of pleasure, claws digging into the tensing muscles of Derrick's back. The watchers cheered. He felt his lover squeeze and clench around him, in rapid rhythm. And now, let go. Seed her. Derrick groaned in response and hilted himself as deep inside the younger woman as he could and surrendered to the pleasure surging through him. His climax was so strong his eyes rolled back in his head, every throb of his cock almost shattering, and the masculine satisfaction of spilling his seed in a fertile woman doubly so.

Just as he reached that peak, the drummer stopped. Coincidentally, perhaps. Derrick didn't know or care if he'd done everything right, but it mattered precious little with his shaft throbbing with white-hot joy, inseminating his beautiful and fertile partner deeply, each jerk rewarding him with electrifying pleasure.

Only barely did Derrick manage to prop himself up with his elbows at the end of their mutual climax. Briefly, he gazed into the younger otter's eyes, both of them utterly drunk on pleasure. Derrick had to force himself to breathe again when he realized that he hadn't been for a few moments. Eventually, to another murmur of approval from the crowd around them, the woman he'd just bred struggled up to her feet with a happy, almost dreamy grin on her face as Derrick's seed dribbled down the side of her leg. It was, for tonight at least, a badge to be worn with pride, and the tribe would certainly be hoping for her to conceive.

Derrick scooted back to the sidelines, taking a few moments to recover. Immediately, Alyna was by his side again. "That was amazing to watch," she whispered.

"Thanks," Derrick panted. "I'll need a couple of minutes to recover, though," he huffed. Sure, the aphrodisiac drink made it faster, but he was still male. It took a moment.

"Looks like you've got a few new admirers," Alyna continued with a giggle. Her hands kneaded softly on Derrick's still-tense shoulders. "Kiyana, too. Oh, he looks adorably needy."

Oh. He had been meaning to ask about that. "You mean he's..."

"Blessed, yes. Loves both men and women, just about equally. I believe him and his wife have an open relationship, but only with others of the same gender," Alyna explained, her shapely breasts smushing against Derrick's back and nearly getting him hard again as she clung to her partner. "How about you? Would you be willing to breed him, too? The festival isn't just about physical reproduction."

That gave Derrick some pause. He'd been around naked men before, of course. Many, many times, during his time in the military. Showers, locker rooms, and often enou gh other things that rowdy young men got up to, like skinny dipping while the sergeant was busy with something else and nobody was keeping an eye on them. But he'd never really thought of other males as something to desire, something to lust after. Not due to any conscious choice, but rather because society - the one he'd left behind - vaguely disapproved.

Now that he was presented with the notion, Derrick had to give it some serious thought. Certainly, other men could be handsome enough. He was more attracted to the feminine, but Kiyana had an androgynous build. Perhaps in a normal state of mind, without his blood "burning" with the aphrodisiac, it'd have been an easy choice, the kind taken to minimize awkwardness. But he wasn't in a normal state of mind, and today was, if anything, a day to try new things. That didn't _only_apply to the young women wishing to experience a pregnancy.

"Maybe," he spoke, after a moment of silence.

"No maybes. If you're willing, I'll tell him to join you," Alyna whispered. He could practically hear that dazzling grin. "Maybe if you accept, you could watch me with his wife, later."

Derrick suddenly felt rather light-headed. His cock had sprung up to full hardness at some point between thinking about how it'd feel to fuck - or perhaps to pleasure - another man, and Alyna suggesting she'd happily play with another woman. Stereotypical as it might've been in his former home, he overwhelmingly liked that idea. And the tribe seemed to have few compunctions against it. Maybe it would be worth trying. Worse come to worst, he'd be rewarded with what he had no doubt would be the most erotic show in his life. There was no reason to decline; he felt no disgust or anything of the sort. In fact, in his lust-inflamed mind, he found himself rather curious about how it might feel.

"Alright," he huffed back, hoarsely. "I'll do it, if you want me to. Tell him to get in line, if he really wants to."

"Mm, there we go, exactly why I love you. Well, one of many, many reasons," Alyna murmured. "I'll tell him to get himself wet for you, too."

Presumably, that meant lubricant. Derrick didn't have any time to wait, though; the next of the younger tribeswomen who wanted to try him out beckoned him over, and he joined her on the mat quickly. This one, he mounted from behind, wrapping both arms around her thick ruddertail as he pushed his still soaked and sperm-streaked cock against her eager folds. Briefly, the idea that he might get her pregnant before even reaching his climax thanks to leftover seed from his earlier mating made him throb with eager anticipation. He slid inside her, savoring every wet, warm, and vice-like inch engulfing his rigid manhood. Then, they began to mate in earnest, once again guided by the beat of the drum.

The drummer sped up again, and Derrick followed suit. This time, his partner didn't take long at all. It felt almost as if she'd been waiting for him specifically with how eagerly her slippery sex suckled on his length, strong feminine muscles clinging to him with all their might. The moment the drummer set a faster beat, she was already climaxing hard around Derrick's length, moaning out in bliss as she milked him, eager - maybe even desperate - to be seeded by him. Derrick was, of course, perfectly happy to oblige. A quick glance towards Alyna in the crowd revealed her to be watching with bated breath and a face flushed with excitement, as she waited to see her partner breed yet another woman.

At the spur of the moment, Derrick grabbed his lover's waist and pulled her atop himself as he laid down, letting her bounce on his lap as she rode out her orgasm. When his own climax came, that new angle let the audience see his shaft throbbing inside her, in a very natural celebration of fertility and reproduction. Derrick filled her to the very brim. Not that he could've done much else with how she was squeezing and massaging him with utter, thirsty joy, demanding that his balls give her all they had and then more.

The approving noises of the audience faded into the thunderous rush of his blood coursing through his body. Once again, between the drumbeat, the drink, the scent, the sensations, and the sounds - of moaning and rhythmic, wet slapping - he was entranced. Soon, the female got up, leaving him laying there as she showed off the fruits of their union to the increasingly excited audience. For this one, as she was leaving, one of the elders stopped her to paint a white spiral onto her taut belly; a mystical symbol meant to encourage the quickening of Derrick's seed inside her.

Derrick himself had no energy to get up, but then, nobody needed him to, either. He laid there in carnal bliss, staring up at the azure skies. He felt completely at peace, truly satisfied, and yet still hungry, as if he'd never be able to get enough. It was almost a spiritual moment, a brief touch with the primal, masculine side of the tribe's twin gods. Certainly, he had never felt more succinctly male. It was something akin to how a wildfire might feel, or perhaps a storm; inevitable, and without any true agency, but nonetheless full of raging, wondrous power.

His dreamlike introspection was interrupted by his next partner approaching. Kiyana. If the women had looked like they wanted it, Kiyana had the look of someone who _needed_it. He was fully hard, for one, his stiff cock bobbing as he approached Derrick, and yet, despite the obvious desire - he was leaking precum, already - he looked rather bashful. Maybe all it was, was a desire not to stand out, even in an approving society. But desire won out for Kiyana, and it won out _handily._He straddled Derrick's prone form and splayed his hands against the giant otter's chest.

"Thank you," he spoke, quietly and hoarsely, the two males simply feeling each other. Nothing about it felt wrong, Derrick realized. Only slightly different. Certainly, if he closed his eyes, he wouldn't have been able to tell much of a difference despite Kiyana's masculine firmness. "I need this," he admitted. "Have, for a while."

His webbed hand slipped back to wrap around Derrick's rock-hard cock, and Kiyana guided it under his tail, against an opening that felt just as warm as a woman's, and thanks to his preparation, just as wet, too. Only much tighter. Derrick groaned as Kiyana began to lower himself on his cock. His earlier partners had been vice-like. Kiyana was so tight he almost forced the blood out of Derrick's manhood. Almost. It felt fantastic. Compared to a female, the tightness was more focused on a single part of his shaft, but the incredible heat of his body was just the same.

Derrick's mind nearly froze as the realization that he was mating with another male sank in. And he liked it. It felt no worse than a woman would have, and his cock being so hard it bounced as he sank deeper was a nice, immediate confirmation of how much he enjoyed it. It looked almost beautiful. Sexy, in a way, even though he preferred feminine curves. Derrick reached out and gingerly wrapped his fingers around Kiyana's cock. It felt warm, stiff and yet soft in his grasp, and the other male moaned as Derrick slowly pushed his foreskin back. It was such a curious sensation, playing with someone of his own gender.

With a final gasp, Kiyana sank all the way down onto Derrick's eager cock. He grew still for a moment, focusing on his breathing just as Derrick had been taught to do. No doubt he ached, if he was truly a virgin with other men, but at the same time, the loving squeeze of his pucker told Derrick that he loved it.

"Breed me," Kiyana choked out. While Derrick couldn't, perhaps, literally give him what he begged for, he could at least make the other male feel the part.

"As you wish," he replied with a growl. Derrick didn't want to let go of his cock, but he dug the fingers of one hand into Kiyana's narrow hips, just as he did with Alyna, and began to thrust up and into him. He let out a high-pitched moan in response.

Derrick was only vaguely aware of how good the prostate could feel, but hearing the other male moan like that, he adjusted his thrusts to hit that same angle again, and sure enough, he moaned happily again. This time, his cock even jerked against Derrick's fingers, spitting out a clear string of warm precum over his lover's belly. Feeling his pleasure quite so tangibly was thrilling. Sure, Alyna clenched much the same, but it lacked the visual aspect.

A thought drifted across the lust-soaked landscape of Derrick's mind. How would Kiyana's cock feel in his mouth? He was no stranger to eating out women, and given that, would a male really be any different? Well, maybe, but it was different in an exciting way. He hesitated only briefly before craning his neck forward with mustelid flexibility, giving Kiyana's purplish glans a quick, swiping lick, and getting a taste of his precum in turn. It tasted almost exactly the same as Alyna's juices. He had expected it to be weird, maybe even gross, but no; it was simply that clean flavor of pure lust. And in a way, how normal it felt only turned him on more. Maybe it was, indeed, perfectly natural to love everyone freely regardless of gender. He at least couldn't understand why anyone would be as firmly against the idea as some of his former military friends. As far as Derrick was concerned, Kiyana felt and tasted just as good as any woman would, and he didn't hold back his own groans, grunts, and growls of pleasure, letting the watchers know just how he felt.

For the third time, the drummer picked up the pace. By now, Derrick understood it exactly; it was both to ensure that no single couple took too long, but at the same time, it was an expression of the tribe's sometimes peculiar sense of humor. More than once, he'd noticed the audience laughing as the men tried to keep thrusting to the fastest pace and ended up either cumming almost immediately or slipping out. They cheered when one managed to outlast the beat, and jeered playfully when they did not.

He wasn't going to last that long, though. Not this time. It was incredible how Kiyana was milking him. First, though, there was something he wanted to do. Derrick curled himself up a little more, and took Kiyana's cock into his mouth. The feeling made his head spin. Not because it was bad, but rather the opposite. It felt amazing between his lips, firm and yet soft, warm and natural. Being a man himself, Derrick knew exactly what to do. As his hips kept pistoning, rutting into Kiyana's ass, his tongue lashed over his lover's cock, twirling around the glans and briefly along the throbbing shaft - what he could reach, at least - swiping up every warm droplet of precum.

Though Derrick had mastered his body enough to make the two women he'd been with cum before him, this new style of mating, with all its intoxicating implications, had him on the edge much sooner. The thought of the four of them - him, Alyna, Kiyana and his partner - all freely rutting and moaning and cumming together without any hesitation or shame was powerful. Powerful enough that the fantasy, coalescing before his mind's eye, had him past the point of no return before he could stop himself. He careened into ecstasy, throbbing hard in Kiyana's warm depths, something that the other male no doubt felt from how he huffed and moaned, impaling himself as deeply as he could on Derrick's cock and grinding down the moment he began to cum, visibly savoring each throb and each jet of heat inside him.

And then, with a twitch of Kiyana's cock in turn, Derrick's mouth was full of warm cum. _That_tasted different. Bitter, slimy, and yet, in the throes of his orgasm, incredibly erotic, tasting of sex. Especially knowing what it could do. Make bellies swell, create new life. Perhaps it'd feel a little awkward on later recollection, but in the heat of the moment, Derrick swallowed eagerly. It was a rush, feeling Kiyana's thick seed run down his throat, warm and slick, and the giant otter felt incredibly sexy doing it, continuing to sensually suckle on the ejaculating shaft in his mouth, teasing it for spurt after spurt of cum, so unlike anything he'd done with Alyna. Not better, but different, and nearly equally desirable.

Eventually their orgasms faded and the two males sat there for a moment, staring at each other. Neither knew quite what to say; it'd been a first for both of them, guided only by the natural instincts of their bodies. Eventually, after a few awkward moments of silence, Kiyana leaned down and planted a kiss on Derrick's lips before standing up, and just as the women had, showed how well he had been "bred" to the audience, to raucous applause. It seemed that even if he hadn't managed to hold back until the beat was over, their unusual union had still pleased the audience.

Even with the aphrodisiac, by then Derrick was well and truly spent. He stumbled off the mat and to Alyna, who embraced him with the same love and passion as always. No doubt she'd want a mating of her own, but perhaps that'd have to wait. A horde of women in heat would've struggled to get him hard then and there. But they had time; after all, the plan was to spend most of the rest of their days together.

After a massive feast of all the tribal delicacies - those exquisite freshwater crabs included, briefly seared in oil - that left Derrick feeling at least as stuffed as he hoped the women felt, the festival ended as planned, but the spark that'd been struck between Derrick and Kiyana did not. The two men certainly found a liking for each other. Not romantic, but what might be best described as sensual friendship, and indeed, soon the two couples would have a flourishing relationship that involved many lust-driven trysts between the four of them. And so, life continued in the tribe, with more and more exciting ideas sprouting as the otters had their fun, each horizon-broadening encounter with others - whether it was Alyna being eaten out by the other female, or Derrick mounting the other male, or any combination thereof - only reinforcing the love that Derrick and Alyna had for each other.

It was somewhere amongst all that bliss that Derrick finally felt that he'd truly become a member of the tribe, having left the social mores and taboos of his former life behind. They'd always retain a place in his memories, but they no longer held any importance to him.

He was the tribe, and the tribe was him, he realized, once their visitors had left, everything had been cleaned up, and he and Alyna simply slept together to the nocturnal chorus of the jungle, cradling their firstborn son between them.