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Lukas craned his head back as far as he could in an attempt to get a breath of fresh air, lungs tingling with the high, warm musk of hyena so thoroughly smeared across his throat, his tongue, his lips, his nose. Even when he drew away from her he could smell her just as well, the scent intoxicating and nearly overwhelming – but not quite – with the way it punched through everything else, the thick sheen of grease coating his lips and chin, clinging to his whiskers, smudging across his mouth every time he swallowed.

Then those soft thighs squished around him again, knees pressing in by his shoulders, and once again the otter found himself completely surrounded in heat and scent and slickness. For a moment the lights from overhead dimmed to darkness behind some great shadow, and when he managed to open his eyes again he saw first the pair of hefty breasts hanging down just above his head, and then the just as hefty belly sagging down right atop him, heaving with slightly unsteady breaths. Dazed and breathless as he was, Lukas still couldn’t resist squirming where he lay across the floor so that he could look up across those breasts, towards where the smooth white fur gave way instead to sleek, black leather skin, soft yet slightly firm, nipples poking out.

The fur around her left still bore the sleek wetness of saliva from earlier, the memory of which sent another shiver through the otter’s body. The two had been watching something on the TV as usual, him lounging one way and Grace the other, and then the next thing he knew, she had tugged her shirt up to verify his suspicion that she had gone without a bra again today, and then his body was across hers, and one of her tits was in his mouth with a surprisingly strong paw keeping the back of his head in place.

Then those paws had pushed down his body, and Grace didn’t care that her claws left little nicks in his shirt and pulled out tufts of fur, and then he was on the floor with her kicking her pants off one leg, and then she stood above him, grinned down in that lupine way she had, and moved as though she was going to juice him like an orange between the floor and her heavy rump-

-and here, now, Grace straightened up again, lifted her arms over her head, pushed herself forward, and once again buried otter nose and lips amid thick, dense, arousal-slickened pubes. Lukas couldn’t help but swallow and draw in another breath while amid that forest, the air tinted and tainted and heavy with the scent of her: there was that spice again, the slightly pungent acidity that he knew he would be able to smell on his breath well into tomorrow, mixed with the lower, almost sweet sourness that kept his mouth watering and his pants tight.

It didn’t help that as Grace grinded forwarded and down across the otter’s muzzle that she also reached back to press the heel of her palm between his legs as well. The otter gasped, inadvertently drawing in another breath through thick pubes – hair, he knew, not fur; instead of the thick, soft tufts that he usually buried his muzzle into, Grace had the thin, wiry curls and sways, slick and wet, that brushed across his fur and tickled his lips and tongue – and lifted up into the touch.

“That’s good,” she growled above him, her tail swinging off to rest across his belly. “But I know you can do better. Right?”

Lukas swallowed, had to do it a second time to work through the slimy slickness coating the entire inside of his mouth, and nodded. The bush of humid, dank hair rustled around his buried nose, and silken, velvety lips slid across his own; he pursed forward, flicked his tongue out again, dragged up across her – felt her twitch, jerk, and settle into place – and then swirled back in. He had to tilt his head a little bit at this angle but soon managed to once again seal himself there, eyes closed, nose buried, mouth settled against Grace’s sex. He kept himself held forward, tongue now pulling deep, slow drags across her, digging deep, slipping out, flicking back out, again and again.

Above him Grace shivered again, breath puffing out in a slightly unsteady sigh. She ran a paw down her body, turned her head to the side a little bit, and sank more fully down atop the otter’s muzzle, bringing him even further into soft hair and softer squish. Soaked fur and skin spread around his lips, sealing him tight; he slurped and swallowed and suckled both against and within her, muzzle slowly filling with the sticky, slimy heat of her growing arousal. When he drew his lips back to catch another breath he could feel those wet ropes dribbling down out of the corners of his mouth, and swirled his tongue around to catch and sop them back in.

Still he dug deeper, his own paws coming up from beneath the hyena’s legs, fingers spreading and squishing into soft heft. Lukas lifted himself up between her legs, wormed his head side to side, continued to slurp and suck and drag the flat of his tongue across her until he could feel tight lines and rings of muscle trembling, tightening, relaxing, and tightening again, all the while Grace above him shuddered and groaned, her other paw still pressing down between his legs behind her, fingers cupped, thumb teasing at his pants zipper as though she might let him out, but never actually taking that step.

Jaw starting to ache even with the way she rode his muzzle, smearing forward every time he flicked his tongue out, Lukas wrenched his eyes shut in preparation, parted his lips, took in a deep breath as he could feel her peak approaching – and then felt her swipe up and away from him, both paws now back against the floor, tail flicking against his belly, her entire lower body trembling and shaking. A thick strand of slickness hung between her sex and his lips, jiggling in the air for a second, then breaking so it rested across the otter’s fur.

“Almost…” Grace took in a breath. Lukas could just barely see the succulent, slick spark of black flesh amid moistened grey fur between her thighs. “Almost got me there. But you don’t think you’re done, do you?”

“I-” Lukas cleared his throat. It certainly needed it. Each time he exhaled he could taste her all over again, and once more squirmed where he lay and throbbed within his pants. “I would hope not. I’d never hear the end of it if you – never let me make you cum.”

Grace rolled her eyes, bright gold flashing within inky black. “Let you. Hmm. Well, since you’re so confident-”

She scooted back, settled down, pressed the breath out of the smaller otter underneath her, and then lounged back onto her elbows, legs coming up around his head. Both paws slid in beneath the hyena’s body, fingers pressing into the soft give of her rump, and Grace gripped, squeeze, and spread – and showed off the close, glistening wrinkles of her slick tailhole, similarly black-fleshed and ringed in further tufts of that same damp hair.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and see if I’ll ‘let’ you get me off from this?”