Hooking a Salamander

23 February 2018

17:37 < Saul Ashle> Minor glitch w/ bitlbee fighting f-chat

17:37 < Bryce Daeless> How dare it

17:42 < Saul Ashle> Heh, it would be rather amusing if a fishing otter pulls a salamander out of the water on accident :P

17:43 < Saul Ashle> unless mayhaps you have anothe ridea

17:44 < Bryce Daeless> Hehe, it might be. Teach him for trying to fish with a line instead of the old fashioned way :B

17:44 < Saul Ashle> :B

17:46 Bryce Daeless casts a line out into the river anyway, folks say a lot of good things about the relaxing powers of a quiet fishing with a good rod. It's a glorious summer's day, nice and quiet, and he's got a six-pack of guinness, so let's give it a shot!

17:52 Saul Ashle was lurking down in said river, enjoying the cool water to help moisten his slippery skin. His eyes catch sight of a glimmery fish that splashes down in the water, but he ignores it at first anyways. The lizard's tail swishes about in the cool stream while Bryce Fishes, laying there long into the Second, and maybe even third bottle of beer. Finally though, something happens in his mind and for whatever reason, as teh cast comes incredibly close to his face now, he finally takes that bait into his maw and gulps down on it, tugging on the rod in return.

17:59 Bryce Daeless has had a disappointing time of it by now; his second cast netted him a reasonable sized trout but that went down his gullet in quick time, and since then he's had nothing but stout to keep him full. Naturally, it's making him a little less steady on his feet, due in no small part to his diminutive stature. Still, when the line goes taut he reacts quick enough, hauling up to try and hook whatever it is that's taken the bait this time, before reeling in a little ways!

18:06 Saul Ashle is definately a little on the heavy side for what the rod is meant for. He feels the sharp pain of the hook catching in his maw, embedding in the raw flesh, causing him to pull away. Even as he fights t hough, and the rod gives some, he finds that the reeling has lifted him mostly from the floor of the stream, putting his entire weight on the rod as he squirms for his freedom. He's fighting hard, but still most certainly losing.

18:13 Bryce Daeless sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth as he heaves, little claws digging into the soft riverside soil, chest heaving, the rod bent almost double by the struggling weight on the end of the line! But he's in no mood to give up, for whatever's hooked must be a magnificent catch, if he can only get it up and out of the water. A deep breath, a little wiggle as he squares himself, and he gives another hard heave with all of his strength, hoping to bring whatever he's caught up onto the bank with that tug!

18:18 Saul Ashle finally splashes up onto the bank of the river, stunned by the pain in his jaws now, while the angry lizard burns, causing steam to rise up from the water that had been coating him. For the moment, his musky smoke is overwhelmed by the dousing water, which only contains traces of the Musk. The giant lizard is entirely on the bank now, hissing up a storm.

18:26 Bryce Daeless is prepared to cry out in triumph, to see just what sort of monster he's caught. He didn't expect to find himself frozen in shock at the sight of the literal monster on the end of his line! The rod falls from nerveless fingers, green eyes wide at the sight. His nose twitches very slightly at the hints of a sweet but musky aroma floating in the cloud of hot steam, but otherwise he's just...surprised!

18:31 Saul Ashle manages to burn up all of the water that had surrounded him, causing his musk to increase ten fold in potency, a sweet smokey concoction that had an intoxicating affect on all those who happened to breath it in. Though rather than seeming calm, the look of a fire burns in his eyes as he turns his attention on the rod that has him held by a line. He snaps at it several times, trying to break it as if that might get the hook out of his jaws.

18:35 Bryce Daeless stumbles; he doesn't realise it's the smell that makes him dizzy, but assumes it's a product of the alcohol hitting him faster than expected. The otter falls back onto his backside and watches at first, not sure if he really wants to call attention to himself. Not since he's the one who got that hook in the thing's mouth in the first place...

18:45 Saul Ashle grows increasingly frustrated with the fact that he cant get this out of his mouth, and then, the movement of the otter causes his eyes to focus on the other creature. He hisses at Bryce, in something just barely resembling the common tongue. "WHat have you done? Get this thing off of me!" Something about his voice, or maybe it was the odor, certainly made the otter a little more inclined to do so. Perhaps the lizard would be more agreeable once it was removed.

18:52 Bryce Daeless blinks, not having expected coherent speech from the thing. Or for it to have such an exotic - and obviously male - voice. A few moments later though he nods, for why would he have expected otherwise? Despite the funny feeling in his brain he scrambles to his feet and darts over to kneel beside the Salazzle. "All right, just lie still for a second, I'll get it out..." He reaches into the wide mouth, locating the hook, and with a few gentle motions he frees it and tosses the line away.

19:02 Saul Ashle narrows his eyes at the creature, still seething in irritation, but he does as he's told, opening his mouth and letting that paw push on in. His tongue reaches up, and licks over the arm, drenching it in a hot slippery thick drool. There's a tension and the lizard just about snaps his jaws closed on Bryce when the barb of the hook is wrenched from his flesh, adding another bit of trickling blood. His eyes narrow further though, and he doesnt act on his intentions. "Why do you hurt me with your shiny treats?" His hisses at Bryce, taking a step forward as the otter pulls away.

19:07 Bryce Daeless looks down along his drool-slickened arm with a little frown, but for a reason he's not entirely sure of he doesn't seem to think it's a big deal. Instead of worrying about it further he turns his gaze back to the angry advancing lizard and gives his best sheepish grin. "I didn't mean to hurt you in particular! I was just trying to catch some fish. If I'd know you lived down there I'd have gone somewhere else." His smile slips a little, though the sweet smell fills his nose still, sending a curious sensation running through his chest and, to his diminishing discomfort, his groin. "You're not...angry at me, are you?"

19:13 Saul Ashle lets out a deep breath he'd been holding onto, forcing himself to quell his rage at least a little bit as it becomes clear that the little morsel is now wrapped around his tail. Perhaps...perhaps no he wasnt so angry with him that he couldnt have a little bit of fun afterall... The lizard shakes his head gently, and advances till he's nearly snout to snout with him, and then runs a claw right over the otter's jawline. "No, no I'm not angry at you. Not anymore. I can see its a mistake anyone might make."

19:19 Bryce Daeless doesn't retreat back any further. He's not entirely sure why, after all this creature might still be annoyed, might wish to revenge upon him... But then the lizard thing strokes him, their noses all but touching, and combination of the scent that's so much stronger this close to him and the gentle touch of that long finger makes him shiver. "Oh..." he says very quietly. "That's good, I was a little worried for a while there..."

19:23 Saul Ashle 's breath is odd, but not entirely unpleasant, with an odd sweetness to it that that offsets some of its staleness. THe lizard strokes around that chin once more, and then begins to trace one finger down the other's chest, sliding between his pecs and down over his abs, stopping just above the swimsuit. "Mad at you? You're too precious to stay mad at. Besides, I'm not the type to hold a grudge."

19:28 Bryce Daeless is feeling far, far dizzier now, and the heat in his groin is increasing tenfold, to the point where he's both glad about and regretting the tighter speedos beneath the shorts. They hide the burgeoning erection but the squeezing bulge does rather hurt. It's all he can do to keep from fall back onto his rump again, especially with those claws stroking over him, across a soft belly that tenses under them. The otter is blushing now, and breathing hard. "Very...very good to hear, uh... Do you have a name, sir?"

19:34 Saul Ashle glances down to see the thick bulge in the other's pants, and with as tight as it was, he was pretty sure what exactly was going on down below. That hand moves down, before giving the package a gentle squeeze. "Yes, I've been given the name Saul Ashle by the people who I learned to speak from. "They'd always point and say, 'Oh look, its a Saul Ashle." he says, in a low voice, nearing a whisper, while his jaw moves towards teh other's ear. "Tell me, what is it you want now? Looks like something is stirring in that brain of yours~"

19:43 Bryce Daeless squeaks at the squeeze, hips making a little wiggle of...something. It's not quite protest, nor is it a simple motion in response to pleasure. The shiver that runs along his spine at the whisper in his ear, though, is just that. It makes him gasp, and every breath he takes puts more of that musk into his system, overloading his senses with it. "S-Saul, right..." he stammers, before considering the question. "I...I don't..." he starts. He doesn't what? Doesn't know what he wants? Doesn't think this is a good idea? Doesn't know what's happening? even he isn't sure of the answer...

19:50 Saul Ashle snickers at that and then darts his tongue out to taste the air, and grins in satisfaction. "Well...if I were a betting lizard....I can smell that warm masculine scent you're begining to emit even now. I think that maybe you're finding that this might have been a very fortunate encounter...even if what brought us together was so unfortunate~ But..." He gives anotther gentle grope, before then running the digit up Bryce's taint to prod at the otter's pucker, which bulged benath the tight fabric. "I think I wanna hear you say it."

19:55 Bryce Daeless swallows from a dry mouth. A sound that's half whimper, half moan escapes from him. Both the teasing fingers and the declaration that this Saul wants him to admit these thoughts to a stranger have him feeling that curious mix of apprehension and arousal. The arousal, of course, is taking control, thanks to the pheromones that are turning him into such a mess. "I want..." he starts, before he even knows he's speaking. "...your cock. I want to taste it. Please~"

20:00 Saul Ashle smirks as he hears that declaration and then shifts himself so that his hips are easily within reach of the other's muzzle. Curiously though, the slit which contains his hemipenis has yet to be swollen, though its likely the otter can take care of that for him. "Sure, you may take a taste, just know that I will take more than a taste of you later before we're finished here~" He responds, in a sultry hiss that maskes the lizard's true intentions behind them.

20:06 Bryce Daeless swallows again before leaning forward, almost hesitant to do what he'd just declared was his wish. The glorious smell is stronger here, as if he's narrowing in on the source of it, and that helps ease him down, pressing his short snout against the smooth, warm belly and lapping at it with a soft purring. He starts above the slit and works his way down, running his tongue across it to taste the musky flavours, hot and strong against his tastebuds, making his tail sway as he reaches back with a paw to loosen his shorts, working them down over his hips.

20:10 Saul Ashle 's masculine musk was, however, a tad bit different from that of his scent glands right beneath his tail, but even still, he was getting fairly close to tehm. Sauls body is much warmer down here than it had been up towards his chest, as heat radiates from the orange patches on his body. When that muzzle pushes down into the slick sensitive flesh beyond, it responds almost instantly, plumping up to the point where it glided against Bryc'es muzzle while it steadily shows and hardens. Saul tenses and makes a noise of pleasure at those sensations, though his tail wraps further around that of his litte companion. "Yes, thats it~ Take your fill~"

20:16 Bryce Daeless shucks his shorts, letting them slide over his hips and fall loose to the ground, while his lips part to let the stiffening malehood into his mouth, running his tongue across it. It's everything he was hoping it would be, and his paw moves between his legs to stroke at the bulge straining his underwear out, not even bothering to remove them as he slurps. The feeling of a fleshy tail tightening around his middle does nothing to dissuade him, either. It's not even an idea that Saul wouldn't hurt him, it just doesn't seem right to complain while he's nose-deep in the salazzle's groin~

20:20 Saul Ashle 's pre has a strange sweetness to it as the thick substance begins to flow from his tip into the otter's mouth while that shaft steadily swells. Soon enough it reaches its full size ,sitting partially out of the other's muzzle with the end of it pressing against his gullet. With the tail wrapped around him where it was, teh tip came to rest right above the other's groin. He dips in pas the elastic band to brush up against the flesh contained within. Then Saul gives a gentle thrust, forcing himself deeper into the otter.

20:26 Bryce Daeless moans around the shaft, rolling his hips forward into the touch of the tail, then making some small noise of discomfort when Saul's push eases the tip of his shaft into the otter's throat, making him swallow hard. The action suddenly seems like a suggestion to the otter, who makes himself go further, sinking his muzzle around the drooling length, his saliva oozing down around it, until his nose is buried in that fragrant slit once more, and his eyes cross in carnal delight.

20:31 Saul Ashle gasps as the otter takes his suggestion to heart, burrying himself deep in the slippery flesh of his cloacal pouch. As if to reward his little treat, the tail darts back and forth over bryc'es sensitive head. Meanwhile, The claw moves around to rub in circles over the musky hole that adorns the creature beneath the tail. "Yes...thats it....get me nice and lubed up so that I might sheathe this where it really belongs~" As if to enphasize the point, saul pushes the fabric against his pucker down a little harder, before letting up.

20:36 Bryce Daeless 's mind is starting to slip with the extended exposure and the wealth of new sensations breaking down his barriers. He's barely even thinking for himself any more, obeying the hissed commands immediately; he starts to bob his head, swirling his tongue tongue around the already slick length, making it even more so, all the while making soft little sounds of delight and swishing his thick tail, pressing himself back against the invading claw.

20:41 Saul Ashle nods his head in approval and uses his other hand to dance across the scalp of his new toy. Its almost a shame that such an obedient creature had harmed him ,for he had no choice but to exact revenge in the end. Still though, for the moment, they both get to enjoy each other. The sensations draw out a building pressure as drool dribbles out across his ntheres. Soon after Bryce falls into a steady rythym, teh salazzle puts some pressure on him as if to get him to stop. "I think...we're good enough here. Why dont you turn around for me~"

20:45 Bryce Daeless glances up, and now it's clear how deep of an effect the pheromone cloud is having on him; his irises are ringed with pink, eyelids drooping, pupils seeming to struggle to focus. He pulls off as ordered, though, with swiftness despite his obvious wish to stay down there, and turns to present his backside. His chest goes down, paws on the floor and legs apart, his cock still nestled within its tight red home, but the waistband pulled down enough to make sure he's nicely exposed.

20:50 Saul Ashle strokes the otter's body as he turns, releasing enough of him with his own tail to ensure that his plaything can turn around. When he's presented with that bright red speedo, the salazzle pulls the band on the back down, just enough to expose the starfish beyond. He pushes forward, so that his self lubricating, and otter slickened tip presses right up against that ring. He eases himself forward, spearing the pucker with his pointed flesh till he feels it give, drawing out the first true moan from teh lizard Bryce had heard yet.

20:54 Bryce Daeless parts easily before the cock, his tailhole relaxing to give it access to the insides that embrace it. Bryce isn't as warm as the Salazzle, but he's tight and easy, soft enough to wrap around the cock but firm enough to make sure Saul can [b]feel[/b] it. While the Salazzle might only now be moaning, the otter has given more than enough already, but still makes those drawn-out noises, pushing himself back as if he's trying to take Saul all the way to the hilt on the first push, staining his underwear with precum.

21:00 Saul Ashle can feel just how much his toy wants it, and so pushes in hard, keeping that pressure against the smooth flesh beyond the pucker as he feels it spreading wider and wider around him. Even as he encounters a little bit of strain, Saul continues to press on, eager to take exactly what his pet wants to give him. With some effort, that warm slit presses against bryce, smearing the slick fluid across his tail and his taint where it kisses. Saul wraps up Bryce's arms, securing them such that he's unable to reach his own shaft to give it any attention beyond the tightness of his elastic fabric.

21:02 < Bryce Daeless> (Mm... I think I'm gonna have to stop here for now, actually)

21:02 < Saul Ashle> (Getting tired? Or too throbbing to ignore? :P

21:03 < Bryce Daeless> (More of the former, but sorta losing the mood more than getting really tired)

21:03 < Saul Ashle> (Not my fault is it?

21:05 < Bryce Daeless> (Nah, just not really feeling it anymore)

21:05 < Saul Ashle> (Alright!

21:05 < Saul Ashle> (Hope you've enjoyed so far?

21:05 < Bryce Daeless> (Mhm~)