Wolf and Otter
The gray wolf presses the tip of his muzzle to the collarbone of his earthy-toned otter companion, inhaling deeply, taking in the warm scent of fur as it tickles at his nostrils. He grins a little as he gives the small plot of skin a gentle nip, combing through the thick hair with his fangs, tenderly pulling back from the nibble to plant a kiss smack-dab on the lips of his friendly otter. His canine lips part gently as he just barely lets his tongue touch the soft lips of his aquatic lover. The otter smiles and kisses back, his webbed paws pulling the canine against his chest and sliding his left up the strong shoulders to the wolf's neck, holding his pup in the kiss, deepening the embrace and tilting his head just a little to the left as the wolf does the opposite and their noses press against each other awkwardly. They both blush and step back quickly, bashfully kicking at the ground.
"I... I'm sorry River... I... guess I messed that up" says the wolf as he rubs the back of his head with a bit of a whimper. "C... can we try again?"
The otter replies with a soft smile and a shake of his head, a sigh escaping his lips "Na... its not your fault..." he states matter-of-factly "the timing just wasn't right." The wolf's head slumps a little and he pulls the otter into a tight hug, sighing sadly.
"I mess up every time... I really don't deserve someone as nice as you..." He stops abruptly as the otter forces him into a kiss, deep, passionate, loving. The wolf's eyes open wide and he hugs the otter close against him, murring loudly as his poofy-soft tail begins to wag.
The otter grins into the kiss and looks the wolf in the eye as his paw walks down the wolf's back, teasing at the top of the wolf's silk pants, pulling on the belt a little. The wolf whimpers softly and pulls the otter close but, the otter breaks the kiss and the hug, turning around to saunter off.
"Too bad those pants are there... that moment... was right..." he says as he looks over his shoulder at the wolf who appears completely dumbfounded at first. To him, it seems as though his parts aren't working, and they only start back when he literally has ripped the silk trousers off of his own legs and pads quickly after the otter before pouncing him to the ground, landing gently on the otter's back, his groin pressed to rudder.
"Ok, pants no long a problem... make... the... moment... right" he growls softly as he reaches down to give the otter's tailbase a soft squeeze. The otter turns his head to look at his wolf and grins wide before wagging his rudder from side to side, the short hairs of the tail rubbing and tickling at the wolf's genitals, eliciting a groan from the canine's lips. The wolf presses his nose hard against his mate's muzzle and kisses him deeply even as he uses his fairly blunt claws to start tearing the jeans off of his companion.
"Hey... wait a minute, and lets go somewhere... more... comfortable..." says the otter, a hint of seductive charm flowing through his voice as he rolls out from under the wolf and then gets slowly to his feet. The wolf whimpers a little but follows suit and stands up, his ears pressed flat against his head as he follows his friend into their den, a cozily small room with a faux-bear-skin rug, a queen-size bed... bedecked in red satin... a few black bookshelves and a paper lamp that lets off a soft-yellow glow to illuminate the chamber.
The otter takes a seat on the bed but holds out a paw to stop the wolf. "Not yet love, we need to make this right... It is your first time, and I want it to be special" he says, smiling softly. The wolf simply nods as he stops mid-pounce and sits next to the otter, panting heavily from his mouth and poking noticeably from his sheath. He sighs softly and looks to his lover.
"Just being near you is special..." he says before the otter pulls him into a kiss and forces him to lie back in the firm bed. The springs creak softly as River movers to straddle Shamus while keeping the kiss going. The wolf moans into his lover's lips and his eyes close before the other pulls back from the kiss, now sitting on the wolf's chest. He smiles down at Shamus and pulls off his T-shirt before unzipping his jeans and beginning an awkward ballet to remover them while still in contact with his naked wolf. "God... clothes suck... all they do is get in the way" he grunts as he finally tosses the levis across the room into a hamper. The wolf laughs softly and pulls his otter into a hug, ignoring the itching below his navel so that he can demonstrate his love for the otter. River, as though reading his mind, grins wide and reaches back to give the blood-filled tip of Shamus's wolfhood a soft squeeze, sensually scratching the itch.
"You are poking my tail..." he says with a smirk, kissing the wolf on the nose gently.
"Well... I wanted to poke elsewhere... but it was a little hard with you sitting on me" replies Shamus with a whining chuckle, his tip already twitching and releasing a good bit of pre.
"And... where might that be? My virgin woofy-kins?" inquires River as he pokes the wolf in the chest lightly.
"How about there?" says the wolf with a growl and a grin, his left thumb now buried under the otter's tail. The otter's eyes go wide and he "erfs" softly before smiling and wiggling his tail more.
"Mmm... that would have been a much better place... Let's try poking there..." he purrs to his love as he maneuvers his rump backwards and up a little, giving the wolf better access to the under-region of his body. The wolf pulls out his thumb and grins as he places his paws on the other's sides.
"Sounds good..." he growls through the difficulty of not just thrusting deep into the hot, tight pucker that is kissing his tip. He pulls a little on the otter's sides and murrs in satisfaction when he feels the opening surround his stiff head. Barely thirty-five seconds pass and about three inches of wolf are in otter before Shamus howls out and bucks upward into the surprised otter's tailhole, a thick spurt of white, hot pleasure going into the otter and up the wolf's back. The otter gasps for breath and laughs a little as the he watches the wolf under him, enjoying the site of the tired canine's tongue lolling out of his mouth and his chest heaving, rising and falling from his panting. The otter smiles and kisses Shamus gently on the cheek, giggling softly. When the wolf returns from the reverie of his first time, he puzzles at his otter.
"What are you laughing at?"
"oh... nothing... that was..."
"Great!? Thrilling!? Perfect?!"
"Actually... I would say... fast" replies the otter with a wide grin. The wolf whimpers and sulks a little at this news and his ears flatten. He stops kissing the otter and turns his head to just stare at the wall.
"What's wrong love?" asks the otter.
"I didn't do good"
"you did fine, it was your first time." Says the bubbly otter with a long, loud laugh and a tweak to the wolf's nose, his rudder waggling quickly to tickle the wolf's twitching groin.
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Thank you for reading this, my first work of non-drawn art. I hope you enjoyed it (and maybe got off to it).
I look forward to hearing your veiws on this story and how it made you feel. Many people grade or determine the value of a story through various ways, but I find that the most successful means of rating work is by going with gut reaction.
Also... depending on the reaction I get from this story, I plan on writing more about this pair... seeing as how I know them personally.