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Posted by Strega on August 2, 2009, 10:51 pm, in reply to "Story, "Walking the wolverine". M/m consensual sex, semi-rape, vore, wolverine/otter."
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It was horrific. Celicia had for years managed to avoid this particular variety of sex. Each time she stretched her vagina around that black shaft there was a twinge of pain, despite all her exercises, and she could only imagine how much it hurt. And yet as the thrusting continued the otter's high-pitched squeaks became less pained. Celicia's disgust faded as she realized the otter was actually beginning to enjoy it. His knees were hooked over Ripper's haunches now, and his tail slapped the flagstones every time the wolverine thrust. Both his hands were dug into the wolverine's chestfur now, but his erection was if anything bigger than before. It bobbed and rubbed against both sets of belly-fur as he was ground against the stones by the big wolverine. Well, it stood to reason that an obviously bisexual or homosexual otter would be used to being penetrated there.
Eventually Ripper's growls took on a tone Celicia knew well. His flanks twitched and his bushy tail rubbed the flagstones; he pushed his balls against the base of the otter's tail as he came. Somewhere up in the otter's guts he spent his seed.
Motion caught Celicia's attention. At the mouth of the alley stood three Guardsmen in their alchemically toughened leather, two humans and a half-orc sergeant. They peered into the shadows just long enough to recognize Ripper, hunched over the otter, and the symbol on her smock. With a hurried salute they hustled out of the alley. Technically Celicia, the otter and her “pet” were breaking the law – public sex was a minor infraction. However, bringing in the slave of their General would not do their careers any favors. More, they probably guessed what was going to happen next and they would have been forced to intervene, which wouldn't have pleased their General any more.
Ripper, who had seen them as well, stood shivering in his post-orgasmic bliss until they were well out of sight. Then he turned his muzzle downward. The otter was gasping in mixed pain and pleasure as the paw that had held him down instead hooked beneath his back. Celicia did not see his eyes open in the fraction of a breath his head was still visible. Ripper's great maw yawned wide as he stuffed the otter's head and shoulders in.
The nameless otter went stiff as the jaws closed around him, and his hands clutched harder at Ripper's fur. There was a mighty thump as his tapered tail beat the flagstones, but as he tried to wiggle free the wolverine's paw held him tight. His webbed feet kicked as he tried to unhook his knees from atop Ripper's. He was in an impossible position, though. Ripper was already squatted down on top of him and there was only an inch or two of space between their chests. The otter tried to squirm left and right, but that huge forepaw pulled him remorselessly upward and stuffed more of him in. Even the wolverine's cock helped restrain him, making it difficult to move his hips left or right.
The wolverine gulped loudly as he started the otter down his throat, and his shaggy-furred neck bulged and twitched as the desperate water-weasel thrashed inside. Bit by bit Ripper pulled the otter out from beneath him, dragging enough out to press against the stones before pushing his open jaws downward each time. As the terrified otter vanished the wolverine's wet shaft was pulled out at the other end. Inch by inch it emerged until it flopped down on the stones, dripping and as limp as it ever got. It slowly began to return to its sheath, its internal bone keeping it nearly straight even now.
Celicia stepped casually between the two and the street, to reduce the chance a random passer-by might see. Very shortly there would be no incriminating evidence beyond a new bulge in the wolverine's belly, but for now it was best to be cautious. If the city Guards were summoned it would make for an awkward meeting indeed. She stooped for a moment to pick up the otter's loincloth and flick it behind some broken crates.
She had seen this happen many a time before. Redfang, the other wolverine in the General's house, could not do this, but a wizard named “The Maker” had given Ripper the ability to swallow large prey whole and the evil beast enjoyed few things more than sending a screaming victim into the acidic cauldron of his gut. Sometimes he would start eating during sex, curling up on himself as he humped his meal into his jaws. Celicia had seem him do that to the point that his own cock was down his throat, albeit inside his latest victim. She didn't know whether the otter was lucky or unlucky to be spared that.
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