Some say the most memorable sex is when you let yourself get carried away. Losing all inhibitions, nothing is off limits. And some say spontaneous lovemaking is the best, dropping everything and devoting 100% of your attentions upon one another.



Either way, for the two otters, Luke and Pearl, it was destined to lead to a perfect combination of the two on one lazy afternoon. They had set out a picnic not far from their home. The sunny channel banks were not entirely a private place, and both otters were dozy from their lunch, but as newly bonded lovers the intoxication of each other's presence quickly became too intense for the pair to resist.



So there they were, bared to the world, entangled and so engrossed within each other that the did not see the ponderously large shape looming within the water nearby, creeping ever closer.



Pearl was perched on top of Luke, rocking and swaying, her motions milking sweet pulses of pleasure from the length buried deep within her.

By the time she looked up to see what was disturbing the water, it was too late to do anything. The beast that had its eyes upon them was a master at stalking, and obscenely ancient. It did not get so incredibly large by allowing its prey the luxury of warning. Luke grabbed at Pearl, unaware of what was about to happen, aching from the sudden pause of his companion's attentions, he was so close-



And in the next instant, the pair was snapped up into a monstrous set of alligator jaws.



Luke opened his eyes just in time to see the sun become obscured by a fleshy pink ceiling, and then Pearl's face was jammed into his as they were both enveloped into a dank dark world.



The otters kicked and thrashed in tandem, momentarily stuck at the antechamber of its gullet and most definitely stuck to each other. Luke' erection raged on within Pearl's enduringly slick depths and the continued movement began to drive him towards an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy. The spasms of mortal panic and fear were only intensifying everything and anything else the pair was feeling!



The alligator tossed its head, trying to hasten his cheaply won meal towards where it belonged. His throat clamped down, sandwiching the otter's rumps tightly together. Pearl gasped and felt the beginning of a tremulous climax as she took Luke to the very hilt. Her legs quivered and jutted out suddenly as she began to squirt- definitely not the kind of orgasm she was used to having! As her warm juices soaked Luke's balls, he came just as well, the gushing his seed like he never had before, splashing out in great gobs, thoroughly basting his mate with sticky ejaculate.



As the sexual fervor dissipated within their bodies, the alligator was able to finally get them down with a few more tosses and gulps. The pair grasped each other as they were passed down, no more than fodder for the monster that had chose them, too exhausted to hinder their descent. Yet the terrible, dark cradle of its throat was a comfort, almost soothing, far from the brightness and heat of the outside. Luke and Pearl locked lips, not allowing this ultimate interruption to change anything now. There was a macabre appeal in knowing they would be even closer still, once nature took its course. Besides, how could they ever imagine having such earth-shattering sex ever again?



As they settled into a post orgasmic haze, smooshed and mashed up against each other in the burbling insides of the gator, it was all too difficult to resist sleep at this point... and so they did not.



Its meal secured, the alligator pushed back off the bank and into the dark deep waters of the channel. Off it would swim, through the network of waterways it knew so well, to find a much more secretive bank- a perfect place for digesting the tightly packed pair in the last of the day's sunshine.



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Commission for coon .

Thanks for being so patient <3