"Here, grab the knot."

Ziel narrowed his eyes at the wolf, a grin tugging at the corner of his muzzle. "Shut up," he snickered, taking the rope from the wolf's paw. It had been tied into a series of knots to give something to hold onto, without any loops to get stuck in. 

Samuel just grinned and raised both paws in a shrug. "Hey, maybe you don't know your way around them," he said, fighting to keep his grin from widening.

"I think I can handle it," Ziel said, wrapping one of his legs around the rope. "Like this?"

Samuel leaned down and pulled the rope taut around the otter's calf, paws lingering a bit longer than he needed. "Yeah, looks good. Just hold on tight and only let go when you stop moving. Keep your eyes open."

Ziel took a deep breath and retightened his grip on the rope, stepping up close to the ledge. He wasn't the biggest fan of heights, but the wolf had pleaded so cutely to get him to try it, that now he was standing on a wooden deck overlooking a blue and green river below. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out, so he just nodded.  

The wolf stepped up behind Ziel, resting a paw on each of his shoulders. "You ready, little otter?" he asked, his muzzle an inch from Ziel's ear.

Ziel could feel his cheeks reddening at how close Samuel was, and he had to resist the urge to lean back. "Yeah, do it." With a steady breath he stepped forward, off the wooden platform.

Samuel used one of his paws to guide the otter far enough out from the platform while his other paw gripped Ziel's shoulder and pushed down and out.

The otter's heart was racing as he plummeted a few feet, the rope pulling taught against his chest and arms. The surface of the water rushing towards him as he followed an arc above the colorful, sun-sparkling water. Ziel's stomach felt twisted in knots as the arc took him back away from the water until his momentum halted. He let go of the rope, hanging in the air for barely a second before gravity pulled him back towards the water.

He was high enough up when he let go that he could see everything around the wide bend in the river. The water was more green than blue, and a handful of other people were swimming in the water below, or floating on inflatables. The cliff he'd jumped from was nearly double the height, but most of the cliffs here were lower, so he could see the cabins he and his friends rented for the weekend further up on the shore, almost entirely hidden behind trees.

Ziel took a deep breath right before his paws hit the surface. He cut through the water at a good angle and speared down into the water a good fifteen feet deep. Ziel clawed his way up through the water, breaking through the surface with a gasp. He kicked his legs to tread water, brushing his short, black hair from his face and looking around to get his bearings.

Cass, a husky with a red mane, was lying slumped over a large, inflatable pool toy three times his size in the shape of a cartoon husky dog and was only a few dozen feet from where Ziel had landed.

The husky was the only reason Ziel had come to this little outing in the first place. He knew a few of the others, but they were mostly Cass's friends. He swam over towards the inflatable dog, and the husky lazily lifted a paw and gave him a thumbs up. "Didn't think you were gonna do it," he said.

Ziel reached out to hold onto one of the inflatable's paws, using it to keep afloat. "Yeah, Samuel talked me into it."

Cass's eyes were hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses, but his muzzle split in a wide grin, showing off all his teeth. "Told you he'd like you," the husky said, groping around at the side of his big pool toy for a convenient little pouch he'd stuffed full of ice and a few drinks. "Beer?"

Ziel shook his head, then stuck his paw out anyway, taking a mostly-cold can of some brand he didn't know. "Thanks. And yeah, I know... he's cute, too." He took a sip of his beer, looking back up towards where Samuel was reeling the rope back for someone else to jump.

"But?" Cass asked, drawing the word out. He cracked open a beer of his own and had to lean up off the pool toy to get a good drink.

The otter just ducked his head down into the water, cheeks turning bright red under the dark grey fur on his cheeks. "Nerves?"

Cass choked on his beer and began coughing fitfully, almost dropping his beer into the river. "What? Dude, the guy has a weakness for otters. If he wants you, and you want him, just let him have you!"

Ziel rolled his eyes and half-glared at his friend. Cass was straight as an arrow, and didn't have to try to impress girls. "You make it sound so easy."

"Giving in is pretty easy," Cass said, shaking his head and taking another sip of his beer.

Ziel rolled his eyes and looked back up to watch a lanky, tall racoon girl-Ziel thought her name was Chelsey or Kelsey or something-swing down on the rope and flail about in the air before hitting the water feet first while her friends cheered.

Samuel was a tall, athletic wolf with mostly silvery gray fur, though it darkened to brown on his tail and paws, matching the long ponytail he had tied back. Ziel had met him earlier in the day when they'd all arrived at the cabins and gotten acquainted, and Samuel had been a shameless flirt from the beginning, which just flustered the poor otter.

He could see the white wolf reeling the rope back in, the last one to jump. Samuel took a running leap, rope in hand, and leapt off and away from the platform. He swung in a wide arc, letting go just like Ziel had, except he flipped over and dove into the water hands first.

Samuel surfaced a good fifty feet from where Ziel was treading water next to Cass's inflatable dog. The wolf looked around until he spotted Ziel, and his muzzle broke into a cheeky grin.

Ziel was glad for the dark gray fur over his muzzle because his cheeks heated up and he looked away, though he was smiling.

Cass watched the whole thing from atop his pool toy, shaking his head. "Come on, too easy. You just jumped off a cliff! Letting some hot guy hit on you can't be harder."

The otter just glowered up at the husky and stuck his tongue out. 



Ziel didn't see Samuel for the rest of his time in the water, except for the occasional spotting from across the river. The otter spent most of his time hanging out with Cass, drinking beer, and enjoying the water. 

Ziel wasn't much of a swimmer. He was much more at home going on hikes than being in the water, but everyone was splashing around and having fun, and he didn't want to get out and go wander off on his own.

Reflected light and shadows played over the cliffs as the sun moved across the sky. Half of their group had already left for the cabins and Ziel helped Cass carry the large pool toy up along the switchbacks cut into the cliff to get back to the cabins.

The trees were thicker close to the river, and there was a small gravel road leading through the forest back to the main road. Four cabins were built around a large, stone firepit that someone had already lit. Two of their group were unpacking food from a cooler while others were wandering in and out of the cabins, chatting and drinking.

Ziel helped Cass cart the inflatable dog into the cabin they were sharing and dropped it on floor just inside. Samuel was the only other one staying in this cabin and was nowhere to be seen. The husky grabbed a change of clothes and disappeared into the bathroom to shower.

The weather was warm, so Ziel stripped out of his trunks and pulled on a pair of loose gym shorts and a black top. 

No sooner had he dressed when the door swung open, and Samuel walked in. His white fur was matted and sticking up in random spots from being in the water, giving him a wild and scruffy look. "Hey, how'd swimming go?"

Ziel felt his heart start beating quicker as he watched the wolf step across the room to the pair of bunkbeds. "Hey! It was fun." 

Samuel pulled his backpack up onto the bed, looking over his shoulder at the otter. "Did you enjoy the rope swing?" he asked, grinning wide.

Ziel ran a paw over the back of his head, laughing. "Ah, it was fun! Scary, but fun. I was surprised how..." the otter's voice trailed off as he saw the wolf tug down his trunks and step out of them.

Samuel glanced back at Ziel, grinning. "Scary butt-fun?" he teased, paws groping around inside his backpack for a change of clothes.

The otter's mouth felt dry as he stared at the wolf's sheath; it was thick, and his balls looked hefty. Ziel tore his gaze away, the insides of his tiny ears burning from embarrassment, and he didn't even catch the wolf's joke. "Yeah! It was, you know, high up." 

"Ah, I remember you saying you don't like heights. Hopefully I didn't push you too much." As he spoke, he pulled out a faded, green shirt and started pulling it over his head, turning to face the otter and giving Ziel even more of an eyeful.

Ziel stole a few glances at the wolf's package while his head was covered by his shirt, feeling his own arousal tingling in his shorts. "No! It's fine. Fun! I'd do it again, even," he lied, hoping not to have to prove it. 

Samuel grabbed a black pair of boxers and shorts, not in any hurry to cover up. "Oh! That's good to hear, then. Heights used to scare me, too" he said, slipping into the boxers.

The otter sat down on the bottom bunk of the other bed so he could hide his growing erection. "What? Really?"

"Still do! It's just fun, too. Scary, but fun." Samuel flopped down on his bed and started taking his hair down, combing it through his fingers to get it untangled. "Besides, it's easier when you have a good distraction," he winked at the otter as he stood back up off the bed. "I'm going to go help Jake and Erin with food," the wolf said as he headed for the cabin door.

Ziel's cheeks were red under his dark gray fur, and he couldn't get a reply out before the wolf slipped from the cabin. He looked down at the obvious tent in his shorts, feeling embarrassed. 

"Whoa, need a minute?" Cass asked, standing in the doorway to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and grinning at the otter.

Ziel threw a pillow at him.



Ziel sat in the camp chair a few feet from the dying fire. The sun had set hours ago and most of the crew had gone to sleep. Half of the group brought instruments along and they'd played song after song while others sang, or just chatted quietly with each other.

Samuel had pulled a rather oversized chair up to Ziel after all the food had been finished, bringing him a beer and some brownies. They spent most of the night talking about games, lightly flirting, drinking, and listening to the music. The otter found the wolf easy to talk to, though the beer helped lower his inhibitions as their maturity devolved the conversation.

"Right?" Samuel was saying, laying in his massive camp chair so that his head was hanging over the arm. "It's pretty gay. And I'd know, right?"

Ziel had tucked his legs up under himself and was turned to face the wolf, both paws holding a can of beer to his muzzle as he laughed. "Cass said the same thing. He thinks it's just masturbating, since it's a clone."

"Yeah, which is a separate body! That makes it gay," the wolf said.

"Agreed," Ziel mumbled, sipping from his sadly-empty can. "I've sucked enough dick to know what's gay and what's not."

Samuel's ears perked up and he craned his neck to grin over at the otter. "Enough? How many is enough."

Ziel's face flushed and he coughed into one paw. "Uh, I mean, I don't know. Enough?"

The wolf swung his legs back in front, sitting up in the chair. "Enough? Meaning... you don't want any more?"

"What? No! I-" Ziel's eyes widened, and he clapped a paw over his muzzle, laughing. "Shut up! You know what I mean."

Samuel's laughs were barely contained as he tried to keep quiet and not disturb anyone in the cabins. "Hey, I'm not judging. I'm just saying... if you haven't had enough..." he let the words trail off.

Ziel still had a paw clamped over his muzzle as he laughed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Ssh! Stop," he whispered through his fingers, trying to calm himself.

Samuel leaned closer over the arm of his chair until his muzzle was near the otter's. "Is that a no?"

Ziel gazed up at the wolf, letting his paw fall from his muzzle. "It's not."

The wolf raised an eyebrow. "Knot?" he asked, eyes glinting wickedly in the flickering firelight.

Ziel's nostrils flared as he drew in a breath, forcing down another laugh. He glanced around the clearing around the firepit, chewing on his tongue as he thought. Sometime during their talks, everyone else had gone back to the cabins. "And what would we even do if I said yes?"

There was a subtle shift in the wolf's attention that went from attentive to predatory. His nose twitched, pupils dilating and ears stilling. "Well, everyone else is asleep..."

The otter thought about what Cass said about giving in and nodded.

Samuel reached out and took the otter's paw, giving him a tug. "Come here."

Ziel allowed himself to be pulled from his chair, unfolding his legs and sliding over to the wolf's chair instead. It was almost large enough for two people to sit side by side, but Samuel pulled the otter down to sit in his lap. The otter shivered all over and strong, white-furred arms wrapped around him and pulled him close.

Ziel was half a head shorter than the wolf but straddling the wolf's lap made him loom over Samuel's head. The wolf just leaned his head back over the edge of the chair, grinning, and pulled the otter's head down to meet his.

The wolf's lips were hot against Ziel's, and he practically melted into Samuel's chest. He squeezed Samuel's shoulders in each paw, his muzzle meshing with the wolf's as a tongue teased across his lips. He parted his slim, gray muzzle and couldn't hold back a soft groan of pleasure as the wolf's paws pulled him closer.

Samuel let out a soft growl of excitement that rumbled through his chest, the only other sounds coming from the dying fire and the night life all around them. He teased his tongue over the otter's, exploring his muzzle and chuckling when he felt teeth tease him in return. The kiss broke and Samuel's muzzle nosed up beneath the otter's chin, teeth grazing over his short fur. 

Ziel's chest was pressed to the wolf's as he knelt over Samuel's lap. The otter's excitement was quickly swelling in his shorts to press into the wolf's stomach, and one of the wolf's paws found the otter's thigh and started sliding up under the flimsy mesh material.

The wolf's paw found the otter's balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. "No underwear?" he murmured, nosing along the otter's jawline towards his ears.

Ziel laughed awkwardly, leaning into the nuzzling. "I forgot to pack extra."

Samuel began to snicker but let out a soft yip when one of the otter's paws reached down and pinched his nipple through his shirt. "Ah!"

"I'm serious!" Ziel said, giggling and then gasping as the wolf's paw moved further up to squeeze around the middle of his shaft. A thumb rubbed up over his foreskin, teasing it back and forth.

The wolf's chest rumbled again, and he nibbled at the edge of the otter's small ear. "Rrf, you're kinda thick, too. Bet it's hard to hide a boner without underwear," Samuel mused.

Ziel squirmed and leaned back, his cock throbbing in the wolf's paw. "Don't you dare. I'll just steal yours and wear them."

Samuel twisted his wrist and pulled the otter's cock out through the leg of his shorts, barely able to see anything with the dying fire and thick tree coverage. "Hmm, I thought that was hoodies, not boxers?"

"I think that's only if it's your boyfriend," Ziel said, face flushed as he squirmed in the wolf's lap.

Samuel leaned back in the camp chair, sliding one paw up under Ziel's shirt to tease across the short, gray fur. His other paw slowly jacked the otter off, fingers teasing his foreskin back and forth. "Mm, I think I'd let you steal my hoodie."

Ziel's shivered and looked to where the wolf's paw was teasing him. His flesh was the color of smudged charcoal, and the wolf's white paw was a stark contrast. "Really?" he asked, cheeks hot. "I would, too."

The wolf let out a quiet chuckle and squeezed the otter's dick. "You're adorable, you know that?"

Ziel let his head roll back, eyes closing as the wolf's paw continued working over him. He did his best to squirm lower into the wolf's lap, but a palm pressed up between his legs, forcing him to sit up higher. Warmth engulfed his length a second later and Ziel gasped and lifted his head to look.

Samuel had craned his neck forward, wrapping his lips around the first few inches of the otter's cock, tongue dragging across the leaky head. The wolf's eyes flicked up, meeting Ziel's, and he leaned further in, swallowing more of the otter's length. He kept one paw right up under the otter's balls, the other on the small of Ziel's back, keeping him steady as he bobbed his muzzle back and forth.

Ziel's muzzle hung open as he watched the wolf go down on him, his rudder tail swaying back and forth behind him from the attention. He had both his paws on the arms of the chairs now to support himself, and he bucked lightly against the wolf's muzzle, trying to get himself deeper.

The white wolf held out for as long as he could, but their position in the chair wasn't exactly comfortable. He pulled off, muzzle jerking when a warm splash of the otter's pre landed across his bottom lip. "Starting to make my neck ache a bit..."

Ziel took the initiative and leaned down, kissing the wolf again, tongue darting forward to enter the wolf's maw. He settled forward in Samuel's lap and grabbed both of the wolf's ears with his gray paws, deepening the kiss. 

Samuel growled into the otter's muzzle, one paw running up under the back of the otter's shirt to claw lightly through his fur, the other finding the otter's cock to begin stroking it again.

They kissed for a few more minutes before the otter broke it off and slipped carefully from the wolf's lap to kneel on hard-packed ground next to the firepit. His paws snuck beneath the hem of the wolf's shirt, and he tugged down on the waistband of the wolf's shorts. Even though he'd already seen the rather large bulge in the fabric, when the wolf's hefty, white sheath flopped into view sporting several inches of slick canine length, it made his mouth water. He made quick work removing the wolf's shorts and boxers to get at what he wanted.

Ziel's nose pressed into the base of the wolf's scrunched up sheath where he could see the telltale swell of his knot. It was damp with pre and smelled intensely of the wolf's earthy, heady scent. Ziel let out a soft groan and nuzzled further into it, one of his paws pulling the wolf's cock upright so he could nuzzle up against it. 

Samuel squirmed and tried not to make too much noise as the otter played with his shaft. It pulsed and grew from his sheath until gray fingers tugged back the white pouch exposing his barely swollen knot. When the otter took him into his muzzle, he shivered all over and went limp in the chair.

The otter's eyes were closed as he spread his lips around the tip of the wolf's shaft. He felt the tip pulse against his tongue, watery pre spraying directly into his maw. One paw was tangled in the wolf's fluffy, white belly fur under his shirt while the other squeezed just under the wolf's swelling knot. Between his legs, pre drooled from his uncut shaft to the ground below.

Samuel cupped the otter's cheek in one paw, brushing across Ziel's muzzle with his thumb before sliding it up along the otter's face and into his hair, toying with one of his small ears. "You're really good at that, little otter..."

Ziel's eyes opened and met the wolf's. He pulled back, letting the wolf's shaft pop free from his mouth. The tip dragged across his cheek, wetting his short, soft fur. "Told you I had sucked enough dick..."

Samuel growled softly and lifted his hips as the otter's muzzle pressed back down over his cock. "Mmm, so you've had enough?" he teased.

The otter gave him an unamused look, though the corners of his muzzle turned up in a smile as he pushed lower. His tongue cradled the underside of the wolf's fat length until his lips met the swell of the wolf's knot. His constant squeezing and bobbing had made it thicken up until it was almost the size of his fist, and the tip of the wolf's length was pressing insistently at the back of his throat.

Samuel's eyes were half-closed, head leaning back on the chair as he stared up at the darkened tree canopy overhead. He could feel the otter's tongue wriggling against his sensitive flesh, a paw squeezing down over his engorged knot and making his body tingle. "Cause, you know... if you've had enough, I can think of some other things we can do."

Ziel's paw squeezed down on the knot in his paw, feeling the wolf's cock throb against his tongue and spray more watery pre into his maw. There was enough that it ran from the corners of his slim muzzle to leave tracks on his chin. He pulled off the wolf's cock with a soft gasp for air and let it rest against his lips where it made more of a mess of his dark gray fur. "Here?"

"Why not? Everyone's asleep," the wolf said, looking around the clearing at the cabins. No lights were on, and it was quiet except for the bird and insects that thrived in the night.

The otter stared at the wolf's shaft and the intimidating knot at the base, but his own cock pulsed determinedly from where it was still sticking out of the leg of his shorts. Without a word he stood up, pushing his shorts down and kicking them aside. He was about to kneel back in the chair like he had, but frowned, thinking.

Samuel watched the otter hungrily, one of his paws raising up to toy with the otter's shaft. "Maybe if you turn around?" he suggested.

Ziel chuckled awkwardly and turned around. "Ahh, my tail's a bit in the way, don't you think?"

The wolf leaned in and wrapped his arms around the otter's thick tail, nuzzling at the base before giving it a quick nip. "I love it. Otter tails are my favorite," he mumbled, petting along it. "Here, let me just..."

Ziel watched the wolf pull his tail through the arm of the camp chair before he was tugged backwards. With a soft yip he fell back into the wolf's lap, caught by strong, white arms. "N-now wait, let me-Ah!" Ziel clenched his teeth as he sank down into the wolf's lap, the tapered tip pressing just inside his tight ring.

Samuel's chest rumbled, both arms carefully wiggling from the otter's butt to his thighs, helping guide him down as slow as he could manage. "Ngh, sorry, this isn't exactly the best spot," the wolf teased, another inch spreading the otter's insides. 

The otter lifted his chin and sucked in a breath through his teeth. "F-fine. Just go slow," he whispered, paws gripping the arms of the chair to keep himself from sinking lower.

Samuel nuzzled the small of the otter's back, wanting nothing more than to thrust up into the otter. "You feel really good," he said, teasing his teeth at the otter's back.

Ziel slipped down another inch and whimpered, trying to clench down on the thick wolf shaft inside him. It was quite slick, and the otter's arms shook to keep himself from going lower. He let his arms give way and sunk down in the wolf's lap until the wolf's fat knot was wedged between his cheeks. Ziel clamped a paw over his muzzle as he held back a whine, though his cock bobbed between his legs and oozed another thick line of pre down over his balls.

Samuel couldn't keep the otter's weight from dropping into his lap and the sudden warmth and tightness around his shaft made him snarl in pleasure. He bit down on the otter's shoulder and hugged him back against his chest. His hips rolled in small circular motions, grinding his knot against that stretched hole while the otter in his lap squirmed and whimpered.

The wolf was thicker than the otter had anticipated, and it stretched him quicker than he'd liked. Even so, it pressed hard against his prostate in this position, which helped distract him from the discomfort. "Hold up... I think I might need a second," he whispered, shuddering against the wolf's chest and raising a paw to pet the wolf's snout.

Samuel unclenched his jaw and gave the otter another hug, trembling beneath him. "Me too," he said, nosing into the otter's neck and giving it a tender lick. "Probably for a different reason-hey, don't squeeze!"

Ziel grinned to himself as he felt the wolf's cock throb inside him, the knot grinding up against his hole and making him wince from the pressure. "That's what you-eep!" The otter arched his back as one of the wolf's paws closed around his shaft and stroked upwards. His foreskin bunched up against Samuel's fingers and a thick dollop of pre rolled out over the wolf's knuckles. Ziel forced himself to relax.

Samuel had almost hit his peak and had been holding his breath, but when the otter relaxed, he exhaled. "Good otter," he breathed, nuzzling at Ziel's neck and slowly stroking the otter's dick.

Ziel churred pleasantly and tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck while petting over the wolf's head and ears. "I like it when you call me that," he admitted, closing his eyes to enjoy the warm night air and the full feeling under his tail.

"Otter?" Samuel asked.

Ziel nodded and gave a testing squeeze to the thick member lodged up under his tail. His own cock was squeezed in response, and he could feel the wolf's chest vibrating through his back; Ziel giggled. "Yeah. It just sounds... possessive."

Samuel slipped one paw up under Ziel's tank top and hugged him tight against his chest. He growled into Ziel's neck fur and rocked his hips up to grind his knot under the otter's tail. "Then when I wedge this up into you and you can't get away?" he teased, stroking along the Ziel's cock.

The otter gasped and dug his fingers in against the arm of the chair, other paw tangled in the wolf's hair, keeping that muzzle against his neck. "If it'll even fit." He whimpered and pushed back against it, wanting to feel it inside him, even if he wasn't certain he could take it."

Samuel's paw slipped out the top of the otter's tank top, gripping his shoulder and tugging down, hips thrusting up. "Oh, it'll fit," he growled, feeling it spread the otter's ring before he pulled back and tried again. He kept stroking the otter's shaft, smearing gooey pre along the dark length as it dripped from the tip.

Ziel gritted his teeth as he felt his hole stretch wider, his body tense all over. "Ngh, you think?" he sucked in a quick breath when he felt that knot breach his entrance again, a bit further than before.

The wolf huffed and tugged the otter down into his lap, feeling his knot squeeze into the otter, but not far enough. "Just have to relax," he said, kissing Ziel's neck.

The otter was breathing quickly through his nose, his length twitching in Samuel's paw. "Trying," he whispered. He took a deep breath and forced himself to hold it for a couple seconds before letting go, relaxing as best he could.

Samuel tugged the otter down into his lap one last time, hips jerking upwards to meet the otter's. His knot wedged wetly up against that stretched ring before it finally popped in. The wolf let out a woof of expelled breath as that thick bulb of flesh was suddenly clamped down on by the gray otter in his lap. He bit down on Ziel's neck to muffle his snarl as he began squirming around, hips locked with the otter's now. 

Ziel saw stars, both figuratively and literally, as his eyes went wide, staring straight up into the sky. That thick knot spread him wider than anything he'd taken before, and the discomfort was only bearable because of how Samuel's knot mashed against his prostate. It tugged at his insides, grinding and prodding at every sensitive spot while fingers flew over his shaft.

When Ziel came his body jerked hard, hips trying to thrust up against the wolf's paw and held fast by the knot securing them. The first rope of cum shot across out into the firepit before the wolf's paw aimed everything back towards them. The otter's body convulsed in the wolf's lap, body trembling all over as his cock shot cum up over his shirt, neck, and face.

Samuel thrust what little he could back and forth inside the tight otter. He felt the cock in his paw start throbbing and a few strands of cum land against his cheek and neck. He snarled as he came, cock pulsing and twitching as he spilled hot wolf seed inside the trapped otter.

Ziel's toes curled, and he squirmed around, locked to the wolf's hips by the fat knot stretching him wide. Cum drooled out over the wolf's paw as it squeezed down on him, milking the last bit from his balls. He had one paw pressed to his lower abdomen, feeling the tip of the wolf's cock buried deep inside, filling him to the brim.

The wolf held onto him, keeping him still as they rode out the rest of their respective climaxes, far sleepier than they were just a few minutes ago with all the energy having been drained from their bodies. 

Samuel settled back into the chair and pulled Ziel with him, cuddling the otter as close as he could. "Mmm, you feel... great," he mumbled, petting Ziel's chest with one paw while the other slipped under his shirt, smearing cum everywhere.

Ziel laughed and batted at the paw on his chest, feeling his fur grow sticky in different spots. "Hey!" he said, wincing, but smiling, as his movements shifted that thick bulb under his tail.

"Hey, it's already all over both of-"

Samuel's words cut off abruptly as the door to one of the cabins opened and Cass walked out, bottle of beer in one paw and phone in the other. 

"You two are still up?" the husky asked, yawning as he walked in their direction. 

Ziel's heart began beating rapidly and he pulled his shirt down over his lap, face red under his dark fur. "We, uh..."

Cass flopped down into the chair that Ziel had been using earlier, staring at the fire and taking a swig from his bottle. "Was just talking-"

"Cass?" Ziel asked, cutting the husky off before he could go on.

The husky looked over at the pair. He saw their awkward faces, the wolf's paws under the otter's shirt... his eyes flicked down to the otter's bare thighs, then down to the discarded shorts on the ground near the firepit.

A look of comprehension crossed over the husky's face and his nostrils flared. "I..." He stood up and looked back to the cabin, then back down at the couple. "I'm going to, uh..." he pointed at the cabin, words failing him, and hurriedly walked off towards the cabin without another word.

Ziel covered his face with one paw, groaning while Samuel snickered behind him. "He's gonna make so much fun of me."

Samuel squeezed his eyes tight, body shaking as he held in laughter. He shook his head and kissed Ziel's neck, accidentally getting some of the otter's cum on his nose. "He looked so embarrassed. Maybe he has a thing for you."

Ziel laughed and then gasped when that made his insides tighten on the knot in him. "No way, he's straight."

Samuel flexed his cock, drawing a cute gasp from the otter. The fur around his sheath was warm and damp and he knew he'd filled the otter to the brim. "Well, he can't have you, anyway."

Ziel shivered and pressed his fingers against his lower abdomen again, feeling the tip of the wolf's cock. 

They sat quietly for a few minutes, holding onto each other while enjoying each other's warmth. Ziel ran his fingertips over the wolf's arm, occasionally squeezing down against the wolf's knot to see if it had shrunk any. Samuel would growl and flex his length in response or find the otter's cock and give it a squeeze in return.

"We really should do this in the shower, unless you want someone to discover a cum-soaked chair in the morning," Samuel said giving the otter's hip a few gentle pats.

Ziel sighed and looked down his body to where his cock hang in front of him, half hard. He hadn't gotten completely soft yet with the wolf's fat knot wedged inside him. "What about Cass?"

Samuel grunted and carefully stood up, legs wobbling under their combined weight. He gave a playful tug of his hips, making Ziel whimper. "He can get his own otter."

Ziel snorted and reached back behind him to hold onto the wolf's neck. "Funny."

"Look, he's a canine. He'll understand," Samuel said, carefully adjusting his hold on the smaller otter. It wasn't hard to carry the otter he was tied to as long as he went slowly, though each jostle made him throb.

When they got to the door, Ziel reached down and gripped the doorknob and gave it a turn. It was locked. He exchanged glances with Samuel, who was smirking at him. With a sigh, the otter tugged his shirt down to cover himself as best he could. He knocked.