Falling For that Sweet Scent

28 December 2016

21:35 Saul Ashle crawls onto bryce. MMmm warm fuzzy stone!

21:38 Bryce Daeless blinkblinks!

21:40 Saul Ashle also curls a tail around the otter, releasing a sweet scent all the while, though without the intoxicating pheremones of a female.

21:42 Bryce Daeless feels the tail surrounding him, and he squeaks as he shifts within the coil. At the scent that also surrounds him, though, he starts to sway, feeling a little light-headed...

21:50 Saul Ashle brings his head dwon and licks the otter on his cute little snout. "Arent you an adorable little guy?"

21:54 Bryce Daeless scrunches his nose, even as he leans against the lithe body, his head starting to spin now. "You're about the same size as me," he grumbles, putting a paw to his scalp. "'n I'm not cute..."

21:59 Saul Ashle shakes the paw off his head and then drags his tongue again across the otter's face, leaving a sheen of drool that nearly matches that of the creature's otter. "Bigger than you, if you include my tail." The thick musky sweet scent grows stronger the longer the salazzle lingers there, containing a light toxin that made those around him ever so slightly light headed.

22:06 Bryce Daeless acks and pushes against the creature, trying to take a step backwards, but the combination of the tail around him and the dizziness conspires to send him pitching over onto his rump. He looks up, squinting, his limbs starting to feel weaker, his stomach churning. "Doesn't really count..." he manages, before taking a deep breath, slumping.

22:15 Saul Ashle breaks into a chuckle as the otter tumbles down to the ground and then proceeds to mount the poor creature. A long toe gently traces across the furry sides as he meets him in the eyes. "It could count though, especially if I can in turn make you smaller still~" The salamander flicks his tongue out, tasting the heavy air and the smell of otter that lingers beneath it.

22:18 Bryce Daeless finds himself looking at a purple belly, marked with red swirls, and his eyes lift up even higher to find the long head of the salamander, looming over him, as a claw brushes through his oily fur, making him shiver and tense. "Very happy with the size I'm at, thanks," the normally cocky otter says in a quiet voice, leaning away from the stroking finger, and away from the long, flicking tongue. The tip of his tail twitches, betraying the depth of his anxiety, his nose still full of that sweet scent...

22:24 Saul Ashle leans down and meets Bryce's lips with his own, pushing them with a kiss while his tongue probes inside of him. A strange sweet residue is upon the salamander's tongue as he makes the kiss, which lingers for only a moment before pulling back. The digit moves lower still, till it rests between the otter's thighs. "Well then, if not a change in size, at least let me fill you with something and see if I cant convince."

22:28 Bryce Daeless 's eyes widen at the sudden, invasive kiss, but every time he tries to lean back and break the embrace, the salamander seems to lean with him, sinuous form letting him stay pressed up against the twitching muzzle and fill it with that long, sweet tongue. And when it does break, he's trying and failing to fight back a powerful blush, his shorts twitching beneath the finger, tongue instinctively lapping around the inside of his own mouth to capture the sweet taste. "You're coming on too strong..." he murmurs.

22:37 Saul Ashle feels his length beginning to slip forth from his sheath with the pointed head pushing up between the otter's length. The Salamander's natural mucous in the area provides an ample amount of lubrication as it smears over the otter's tailhole. "Well, I get that a lot, but I cant rather control my own scent can I?" He asks with a hum, steadily grinding his nethers up against the hips fo the otter.

22:57 Bryce Daeless gasps, not only from the grinding against the seat of his shorts, but the words of the salamander. His cream belly is pressed against a smooth, slick, purple gut, and his cheeks flame. "You mean... This is you?" he says in a breathy whisper, trying to keep his head from swimming so much. "Your...scent?" He squirms against the slick head, his own sheath plump and full under the two layers of fabric, and his little feet press against Saul's hips.

23:08 Saul Ashle nods softly and then brings his toes down to slip underneath the layers of fabric that cover the otter's hips, coming up to rub his toes against the plumping member beneath him. "Oh yes, my scent, dont you just love it? Just bask in it and enjoy it~" He coos, and brings his lips down for another kiss, which he this time plants on top of his black snout. The salamander tugs gently upon the pants, slipping them ever so slightly down Bryce's legs.

23:12 Bryce Daeless is panting by the time the second kiss comes, those searching fingers drawing the hot tip of his shaft out from the swollen, fuzzy package of his sheath, and as his paws come away from the dark hips his own start to lift up without thought or input from himself, grinding the bulge and the long fingers against the greyish belly. "It's..." he starts, pausing as the shorts start to slide away, revealing the taut, bulging red panties beneath. "...powerf-ful?" he manages to gasp out, before his paws press against the salazzle's shoulders. "W-wait a second, I don't... What if I say no?"

23:15 < Bryce Daeless> [sub]Is that my fault? :p[/sub]

23:17 < Bryce Daeless> [sub]W00t[/sub]

23:23 Saul Ashle slips the pants all the way down to bryce's ankles before he feels the paws moving up to his soft shoulders. He pauses for a second and then meets bryce in the eye. "And do you want to say no?~" He asks, his breath semlling a strange mixture of sweet and stale that seems to cling to ones fur. The Salazzle brings his tip now between the furry cheeks, pushing gently between them. "You cant seriously tell me you dont want this~"

23:33 Bryce Daeless can feel the thick yet tapering head forcing its way up, parting his cheeks, forcing the thin, stretched out fabric of his underwear aside, and to feel that while his shorts are tangled around his ankles is strangely more erotic than just the cock itself would be. He looks up to meet the purple eyes, though, his own slack and out of focus, trying to conjure up the mental power to say something, to make his lack of consent clear. But he can't. Not with that smell fogging up his brain, sticking in his nose and mouth, cloying his senses. He just lets out a whimper at the weakness, the loss of control, and the agonising sensuality of this forced submission! As if to make an answer for him, his cock strains at the panties, a little spot of wet darkness betraying the drooling of precum...

23:41 Saul Ashle chuckles deep and heartily, licking over his lips. "See? I knew you liked it! Everyone likes it and you will submit just as well~" He coos. The pointed shaft slides between the fabric of the panties and the flech and pushes up against his tailhole. The slickened flesh presses up against the pucker, steadily sliding in till the knob of the head pushes between the sphincter, drawing a shudder from the salamander. All the while, his own fingers toy gently at the damp spot, drifint over the throbbing shaft but only through the silken fabric.

23:45 < Saul Ashle> [sub]mew candy? is that what you get when you send a mew to the professor to be ground up?[/sub]

23:50 Bryce Daeless feels himself tenses, despite all attempts to keep himself relaxed, the head popping inside almost like a canine knot, but placed at the start instead of the end. He shifts and squirms as he's stretched out; the salazzle isn't the largest thing he's taken there, but it's a unique feeling member, and with his mind so muddled the otter's senses seem somehow elevated. With a short, high moan his paws take a tighter hold of Saul's shoulders, but not to push him away, instead using him as a kind of support as his hips try to thrust up into the teasing finger.

23:56 Saul Ashle rumbles in pleasure as he feels his shaft spreading the tight rump out wider and wider. The fest of the shaft just gently bulges wider until he's hilted, slit against the hips of the otter. THe salamander stops there for a second, letting out a low mean as he lets his partner get used to the sensation. Saul smiles wider still and pulls his fingers up and away fromt eh arching hips, keeping just enough pressure to brush against the sensitive flesh

00:07 Bryce Daeless hisses sharp between his teeth, breathing hard, one eye twitching until the dark, salamander hips are pressing up against him, pushing his tail up against his back, making the dark patch in his panties spread out, and the scent of its musk reach Saul's tongue. The otter tries to bring his hips up further to follow the fingers, but with that salazzle cock buried so deep in his backside he can't really move very far, and it leaves Saul free to tease with impunity, and make the otterboy moan and gasp with desperation...

00:09 < Saul Ashle> [sub]a snackrifice![/sub]

00:10 Bryce Daeless [sub]thinks Arianna should be stuffed with nairs before being fed to Darastrix[/sub]

00:18 Saul Ashle pulls his slickened shaft back, making a light schlorp as it leaves the musky hole before he pushes the bulbous tip in once more, steadily growing into a rythym with the otter. His sweet breath leaves his lips in heavy pants, washing over bryce's face. The scent of the otter's musk mingles with that of bryce himself on Saul's tongue, causing a thick gobule of drool to dribble out and splatter across the brown chest. Mealwhile, the digits gently trace over bryce's eager shaft, pushing down on the tip and pulling up in time with the Salazzle's own thrusts.

00:25 Bryce Daeless whimpers and moans in time with the thrusting, wet pops coming from the shaft each time that thick head pushes its way into the otter and his tail flicks. The drool starts to run down along his body, the slick fur letting it slide easily, leaving a thin sheen in its way that matches the still damp fur of Bryce's head, where Saul's tongue had sampled his flavour. Hips grind against the salazzle, back twisting against the floor, as those fingers tease him, spreading the dampness precum across the front of the bulge. "H-haah... D-don't just... Give me a little more.." he starts to beg.

00:33 Saul Ashle gives an even wider open mouth grin at the otter. "If faster i swhat you want~" He coos before picking up the pace, pounding his shaft in and out of the otter's tail hole with lewd noises at each thrust. He can feelt he pressure building, feeling like he's on the verge of popping. While the pressure upon bryce's shaft doesnt speed up, the freequency of the strokes at least does, the gentle claws moving up and down the sensitive flesh through the silken underwear. The salazzle's belly rumbles up against his future meal, reminidng him to pick up the pace.

00:38 Bryce Daeless gulps at the soft, taunting words, mouth open to tell Saul that that's not what he meant at all, when the salazzle starts to really give it too him, hips pumping and pounding at the poor otter, who finds himself in some kind of sexual agony! As good as it feels to be stretched out like this, as good as the rhythmic pushing on his prostate is, the teasing fingers that just barely trace over his panties is enough to drive him wild, to make his little legs kick out, his tail thrash, his eyes squeeze shut and lips pull back into a snarl. Little yelps, whimpers, and half-formed pleas spill from him, his paws leaving the salazzle's shoulders to reach down to do the job himself~

00:49 Saul Ashle pulls his hands away to instead grasp upon those of Bryce's, forcing him to languish there in desperation while the salamander reaches his own peak instead of letting Bryce finish himself off. The pokemon gives one, then two more thrusts before pushing in all the way and shuddering. His body clenches up on top of the otter, settling the rest of his weight on top of him while hot sticky ropes of cum squirt out, splashign along his insides and filling him with the hot liquid. The salazzle cries out in pleasure, feeling his eyes roll back as he enjoys the sensation of sweet release. Meanwhile, the hot flesh of the salamander's belly rests down upon the throbbing shaft, twitching wiht his movements.

00:54 Bryce Daeless whines out at the unspoken refusal, his wrist taken in a tight hold but his fingers still reach out as if they could somehow stretch across the gap and give the otter the release he so desperately needs. But of course he can't, he can only flail uselessly and yelp with each powerful thrust until the heaviest yet, and he knows what comes next. Sure enough, a wave of wet heat fills him, warmer than he's expecting, some of it drool out around the buried cock to dribble down between his cheeks and over his tail. And as Saul slumps down on top of him he lets out a soft cry and a snarl, squirming beneath him, humping up into the soft belly. "You're...a horribly selfish...lover..."

01:04 Saul Ashle still breathes hotly over Bryce as he begins to recover from his wave of pleasure and licks his purple tongue over his lips. "Hah...you think that's the most selfish bit? You know why there arent many male salazzles right? Because when one finishes with teh other, they eat their partner~" He coos and draws that same tongue over Bryce's snout once more, leaving a warm layer that seems to steam the moment it comes in contact with the air. It feels like the water from a hot spring, if instead of being just wet it was also sticky and oily. "And, I think I'm feeling just a tad famished~"

01:09 Bryce Daeless already has an idea of what's coming from the moment the salazzle licks at his lips, seeing the glint in those purple eyes. It's the sort of glint that the otter's had before, when he's been in the mood for a more substantial meal than the usual fair. The words that follow are only the confirmation, and when the thick tongue slides over his muzzle, those soft and dreadful words sending a shudder down the back of his neck, he starts to struggle as much as he can, spitting the thick, hot slime away, cringing. His legs kick out, his arms pull at the hand that grips them, his tail thwaps against the ground and the salamander's...

01:20 Saul Ashle grips the the otter's paws a little tighter still as he feels the creature begining to struggle within his grip. "Just relax. It'll all be over soon~" Before Bryce can even reply, those jaws gape wide open, revealing the purple flesh inside that then begins to creep down around his head. The slick flesh presses against the soft oily fur for only a moment before Saul gives his first swallow. The muscles reach forward and clench along his head, pulling him back into the hot slippery sauna of the salamander's taut throat.

01:28 Bryce Daeless would very much rather it not be over soon! But before he has a chance to make this clear, mouth open and eyes wide, the jaws descend over him, and he's treated to the sensation he's given to so many others; the feeling of a throat, clenching around the back of his head, forcing him to slide inwards. He lets out a muffled squeal, a high-pitched sound of shock and fear that would have embarrassed him so, if his mind weren't on more pressing matters.

Around his head, the muscular walls are slippery, tight, hotter than he'd thought as they coat him with drool. In the maw, though it's looser and cooler, it's no less unpleasant, the tongue tasting over him. Despite it all his cock is still hard inside of its restraints, throbbing and pulsing, and the muffled squealings are shot through with shameful moans, as his face makes a very visible impression in Saul's bulging neck...

01:36 Saul Ashle shifts his head down further on the otter, allowing his shoulders to begin to bulge out the salamander's cheeks and so locking his arms loosely to his sides. With that done, the salazzle brings one of his hands up to run gently over the slowly sinking form of the otter, which bulges quite a bit in the otherwise narrow neck of the creature. The saliva grows less sweet the deeper Bryce gets and it grows hotter too. The tongue roams over the oil chest, slickening it up for a journey that honestly the otters oily fur would be likely be slippery enough for. Each swallow draws bryce deeper still until the sharp teeth along the sides of his mouth push up against the otter's soft belly.

01:43 Bryce Daeless 's paws, now that they're free, try to push against the salazzle's chest, but with his shoulders pressed into the cheeks and about to be forced into the throat itself, all he can do is press them lightly against the smooth skin, pads sliding one way and the next, doing little more than give the lithe creature something of a frantic massage. Another swallow, and the shoulders are making a larger bulge as the otter's head sinks in deeper, and he starts to kick his legs, twitching against the tongue that explores him, tastes him, prepares him for the trip... He can start to smell something within Saul, a sour note in the once sweet air, his head clearing just in time for another swallow to squeeze around him, and for the walls to get warmer against his fur. Teeth nip at him, his hips just shy of the salazzle's lips, and with them comes his still-needy cock, still neatly wrapped up, cum drooling from a rump that's half-covered by the panties...

01:51 Saul Ashle snakes out his tongue and pushes it into the tight underwear that the otter still wears as that too enters his mouth, grinding his slick flesh up against the throbbing member to keep it teased and eager while Bryce kicks and fights. THe salamander shifts back and tilts his head up, freeing the legs from beneath him and letting them slowly sink down. The otter's head pokes past his sphincter, getting greeted instantly with the acrid stink of the bile that fills the inner chamber, a liquid whihc his head is soon submerged within.
It seems Saul has only paused where he was long enough to readjust however, as he resumes his feast, leaving the silken panties on as they are soiled with his hot drool and then drawn down into teh throat. The muscles grip on those a little bit better than bryce's fur, pulling it up tight into his crack as the flesh massages around him. Finally the jaws slam shut behind the otter's hinds, sealing him away in the hot sauna of a lizard.

01:58 Bryce Daeless 's legs twitch and jerk at the teasing, the tongue grinding over his cock for just long enough to make the otter think he's about to be granted release before it withdraws, leaving him just as pent up, but now with a slick covering of silk that slides over him with each struggle and kick, not enough to push him over the edge but enough to make him wish his paws were free, instead of tucked away inside the long, tight throat. His head disappears for a moment into the slim chest, but as he's slowly packed into the belly his form is soon showing itself once more; on reflex he takes a breath before his head plunges into the unseen liquids, and almost regrets it as he feels the urge to cough on the baked, caustic air that fills the stomach.

To anyone watching outwith, the last part of the otter they'd seen that isn't packed into salazzle skin is his tail, that follows a pair of twitching paws down into the darkness, and a few moments later the tightly-curled form of poor Bryce is easily visible swelling out Saul's gut, the otter making little whimpers as the motions make the slimy panties slide over his cock...

02:04 Saul Ashle toys with the shorts that help to bind the otters legs together with his tongue for a couple moments, before he finally draws his tongue back and gulps the rest of the otter down in one final swallow. The claw follows his journey down till the bulge disapears inot the other shapes that round out his stomach. "Ahhh~ You were rather tasty~" He hums, before sliding his way back over onto his sunning rock. The salazzle settles his weight down on bryce, cosing his eyes and enjoying the motions.

02:09 Bryce Daeless catches what breath he can in the confused, tumbling motions before Saul settles down once more, and then the stomach itself starts shifting and pressing on the otter, who feels the thick slime seeping through the oils that waterproof his fur, letting them start to press against his skin. Goggles slip down to around his neck, and his paws slide between his legs, his mind torn in two between the horrific situation, and the aching cock between his legs. The latter is too strong an instinct to ignore, and so without even pulling the panties down he slides his paws over his cock, once and then twice, before he shoots. His own meagre load splatters out against a wrinkled wall that's squeezing around him, leaving only his arms with enough freedom to move, and when the orgasm dies down the otter starts to flail as little as he can. The acids are starting to tingle against his skin, and the constant reminders from the sounds around him that he's packed away inside of the salazzle's gut do nothing to calm him. The imprint of his face, or a paw, show from time to time as he struggles, making pleading, whimpering sounds...

02:17 Saul Ashle pays no attention to the wiggling fighting form in his stomach other than to offer it an occasional squeeze with his claws. His stomach walls take a far more active role though, squeezing and rolling over hte poor creature's form and ensuring that every bit of him is covered with the stinging goop that he couldnt get away from. In what is certainly all too soon for his meal, the salazzle lets out a loud belch, purging the rest of the air from his stomach before allowing himself to steadily drift off to sleep in a powerful post feeding post cloital haze. Bryce now found himself plunged underneath the surface in all but an incredibly small pocket, completly surrounded in uncomfortably hot liquid on all sides which seeped into his fur.

02:23 Bryce Daeless 's fight doesn't last all that long; despite his fear, the powerful will to survive, to get free from this monster's belly, the otter's strange starts to fade after only a few moments in the horribly hot, caustic chamber. His skin itches, fur falling away in lumps, and as Saul curls up to sleep in the sunshine the otter is getting short on air. But he's learned to survive on very little, so the salazzle's belly keeps shifting and whimpering for a long while yet, even though Saul himself may not be awake to feel and hear it. Whether or not Bryce will still be there when he does wake, and what state he'll be in if he is, is anyone's guess~

02:29 < Bryce Daeless> [subTime for beds now. Be sure to give Saul's belly a poke throughout the night, see what's going on in there~ ;p[/sub]

02:29 < Bryce Daeless> [sub]Time for beds now. Be sure to give Saul's belly a poke throughout the night, see what's going on in there~ ;p[/sub]

02:29 < Bryce Daeless> >.>