Oren visibly rolled his eyes at the little otter squirming in his massive webbed paws. “This isn’t really safe little one.” 

“You’re way too careful! What’s the worst that could happen? And stop smooching me so much!” The little golden otter wiggled more, wrestling with his friend’s fingers. 

The otter pressed Aelius into his whiskery lips. Bomba was too cute not to give signs of affection. His lips pressed into the little otter’s frame, covering up most of him even though Aelius tried to push them away. But against such a gigantic, whiskery-lipped being there was no escape. After Oren was sated he put the little yellow being down at his knees. The otter rested on the beach enjoying the waves with his little friend.

“You know that loincloth doesn’t really hide anything when you’re standing, right?” The otter walked a bit between the legs to wear the tarp sized loincloth was hiding Oren’s massive bits. 

“That’s why you’re not allowed to walk on your own,” the big otter chuckled a bit as he watched his little friend inspect his loincloth. 

Aelius crawled under the thick cloth and started toward the aromatic bits of the massive otter. When he was almost there a pair of gigantic fingers pinched his little rudder and pulled him back into the light. That wouldn’t do. He was a proud individual; he could do what he wanted. Why should a giant, uncivilized being tell him what to do? Fine, if Oren didn’t want to do anything he would just sit down and not do anything. 

“You have to be safe, you’re so tiny. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Orren spoke in the sweetest of voices. 

“How about we barter? You give me what I want. And I’ll give you what you want.” The golden otter stood up, still completely dwarfed by the thighs of the resting Oren. 

The black otter thought about just what he wanted from his little friend. “Okay, I’ll let you do whatever you want if I get to kiss you for as long as I want.”

“This is entirely acceptable!” Aelius jumped up in happiness; finally he was going to indulge in Oren’s gigantic sized loins. 

It wasn’t every day that one could find a giant, more so find a giant that was completely enamored with you. Oren was very affectionate and that may have rubbed off on the little otter between his black furred thighs. Aelius was very fond of the giant on this secluded island. The little yellow mustelid still hadn’t figured if it was more than lust or not. Either way, Aelius wanted to show Oren that he could show more affection than just being picked up and man handled into submission by smooches. 

Aelius was positively giddy at the prospect. He stood in front of his prize as the gigantic otter blushed over top of him. With a hand Oren lifted up the cloth and allowed the otter to enter the tent that housed his’s private bits. It was hot, and the scent was very pleasant. And waiting, perfectly posed for his interaction, two plump orbs held up the sheath that housed the sexual organ of the gigantic being. The whole set was even bigger than himself. Somehow it was quite humbling for Aelius; this was only a little part of the bigger otter surrounding him. 

The golden little pressed himself against the balls, feeling the fur between his webbed hands and against the side of his face. The musk surrounded him before the loincloth was put back down. There was very little visibility. Climbing up the bits the mustelid began to feel the mountain of otter he was climbing shift; it seemed that just his presence so close to him was enough to get the mountain of otter going. He felt around for the opening to the sheath only to be greeted by the emerging member. This was Aelius’s chance. 

The little otter grabbed the warm head of the dick as it slid past his opening. Surprisingly enough it was strong enough to lift the little otter into the air. Aelius hung by the strength of his arms. It seemed that he had caused a little tent in Oren’s loincloth. The little otter wanted to do more, for the otter, but he also didn’t want to fall down. He couldn’t very well climb himself up the organ without messing with Oren even more. His hands started to slip. The height wasn’t too big for him to hurt himself. But it was high enough for Aelius to consider calling for help.  Luckily he didn’t have to call; the loin cloth pulled up revealing a panting otter blushing profusely. 

“Okay, no more. Maybe later?” Oren asked.

Without waiting for an answer a massive outstretched webbed hand grabbed him up; that palm was all the little otter could see. Aelius thought that Oren was going to indulge the little otter more, but then they left the private parts of the otter and went up towards his face. That’s when the little golden otter start to fidget and kick. He wasn’t done, Aelius wanted to do more! 

“I-It’s my turn,” Oren said. The hand opened, open palm towards the massive whiskery face of the giant otter. 

“Wait, I wasn’t done! The deal w…” The golden otter was cut off when the hand he sat in rose towards the maw of the otter. 

A textured tongue slipped out as the jaws opened up. This wasn’t his regular little pecks, this was an actual kiss. How could he make out with a giant? How would that even work out? The slimy muscle washed over him. It was a mixture of the otter’s moist humid breath as well as the tongue that rained down over him. In a second the mouth enveloped over half of his body. His torso and legs were completely drenched with Oren’s tongue.

That wasn’t the weirdest feeling for the little otter. The tongue returned back into the maw, leaving the lips pinning him down. A gust of wind from the otter’s nose blew into his face as his upper half felt free within the maw. Soon the tongue came back, in a more explorative way, pushing into his chest and moving under his own lips over the little otters head. Aelius didn’t know if he should be grossed out, or accept this token of love from the otter. But when a tongue is big enough to cover your whole face it makes you question some of your life choices. 

The tongue brought the little otter back into Oren’s maw; Aelius could smell this morning’s fish as the tongue explored his entire body. The muscle rubbed into his fur, pushing him all over the inside of that maw. Aelius tried his best to ride it out, even trying to swim away. But the tongue dictated his actions in this humid and moist prison. He knew nothing of the outside world. The little otter had no idea what Oren was getting up to. 

A loud moan escaped the gigantic otter, but for the person inside his maw it was beyond loud. His world shifted as the tongue pressed him against the ridged roof. The pressure of the maw kept him pressed against the roof as the tongue licked him. No place was off limits for the tongue that tasted his every being. Aelius couldn’t do anything about it, Oren did say the he would go as long as he wanted.

The mouth opened up as the otter moaned again, making a gigantic squeaky roar. Aelius fell back from the roof to the back of the otter’s throat.  It was the weirdest, most surreal thing that the golden otter had ever felt. The tongue really worked him up good. He had given in to the situation and lay limp. He was battered and bruised. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to indulge himself. The muscles in the throat convulsed all around him. 

In a second the little otter felt the slimy throat all around him. The esophagus pressed into him, as it pushed him down further into the otter. The deeper he got the louder the thumping of the massive heart could be heard. The little otter tried to climb himself back up, but no matter how he wiggled or swam up it was a descent into the otter’s stomach. This was positively scary on its own; he never would have thought Oren could swallow him whole. 

He was worried, but this place was so warm, no way could Oren do something bad to him. After all, the otter loved him. He protected him from harm. He helped the little otter get acquainted to the customs of his giant people. That effort wouldn’t be made in vain. Besides, the big black butt needed to indulge him with everything he had. The little otter yawned in the sauna like conditions of the stomach, hearing the hypnotic heartbeat thump in a rhythm that slowly lulled the little golden otter to slumber within a massive, black otter.