The Softness of a Lagoon (Lore Friendly Depths Story)

The Softness of a Lagoon

(A Lore-Friendly Depths Story)

Author’s Notes: First, don’t ask me to buy commissions for this in any form; No pictures, comics, nothing. No matter how you sell it, the answer is no.

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything when it came to the Depths. I’m not the creator, original writer, or any of the artists. But I’ve always known about Leilani, the original h’otter, long before the Depths came out. Then, when the series did, Kalea became my otter waifu, which meant I knew she would get as much attention as Leilani. But now, I have decided to try my paws at writing a story where Malana is the main otter focused on. After all, she also needs a chance to shine. Malana is a beauty herself, and while different than Kalea and Leilani, Malana shouldn’t just be sidelined. That said, I have stopped reading the depths quite some time ago. So while I don’t know what’s happened beyond where I’ve stopped reading, I should be able to nail down Malana’s personality. I hope you enjoy.

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While many islands in the Pacific Ocean were scattered like grains of sand on the waters, Bora Bora stood out as one of the glistening gems one could travel to. Those who came as tourists could enjoy the gorgeous tropical weather, the crystal-clear, pristine waters, and the wonderful food, music, and activities. Those weren’t the only things; visitors to this place would have a chance to meet the native sea otters who lived in the area they called home. While most would interact with a friendly wave, a hello, or have questions answered, only on the very rarest of occasions would something far more beautiful happen. Where one of the island otters would find something beyond any black pearl found in the depths around Bora Bora, native flower, or fish caught, something that couldn’t be bought with money.

In the area of Bora Bora where the native island otters lived, most of them were already up. Some were fishing out in the waters, others tending to other chores. But for one still sleeping, rudder bubble butt female, her morning had yet to begin. Her long black hair hung loose, messy with bedhead as the mustelidae slowly stirred, thanks to the beams of sunlight that filtered through the curtains of the bedroom window. “Mmmph..?” she mumbled. “Morning…?”

Slowly, her eyes opened, revealing pretty, yellow eyes. Shielding them from the light with a paw, a sleepy smile came onto the female’s face. “It is… a good one…” The otter’s English wasn’t as fluent compared to a particular native, so it came out broken at points, and a clear accent of the native tongue of the sea otters of Bora Bora. Still, this one could communicate and understand English fairly well.

The black-haired beauty slowly rose, stretching, the sheets of the bed sliding off her naked body. Years spent swimming had turned the otter into a powerful swimmer and diver. Her legs were strong, yet sexy and shapely like her bubble butt, with a thick otter tail to help the otter glide in the water like the rudder of a boat. Her C-cup breasts were lovely, like the dark, sandy tan color of her fur, the otter’s nipples being a pretty dark brown in color, just like the color of her mustelid nose. “Now where is-“ she began, but stopped when she saw the area of the bed on her left was empty of the usual occupant. Her paw felt the usual indentation made by the one who shared her bed.

“Huh… not here…” the otter said, wondering a little where the love of her life was.

The beauty rose from the bed, her naked body a lovely sight to see as the mustelidae figured getting ready would be best, and then figure things out. “I think today… Yes, he like that,” the female beauty commented, smirking, knowing the outfit she would choose would earn that smile of his that could melt her heart.

Today, the otter chose a strapless sundress, maroon in color, with tiny gold flower designs sprinkled on it. It was short, only going to her knees, with one side tied up to expose more of her right leg. Pleased with the choice, the beauty would then take time to get her long hair silky-smooth, free of all matted tangles from last night’s sleep. Once satisfied with the appearance, the mustelidae slipped on some panties before putting her sundress on. “Perfect,” she said, seeing her reflection in the full-length mirror.

The otter’s footsteps were softened as she padded barefoot into the kitchen, where the sounds and smells of breakfast being prepared filled the room. A male coyote stood, his paws busy, but his blue-eyed gaze met the otter’s yellow eyes with warmth and affection. “Morning,” he said, the canine’s accent having a heavy Cajun accent that could be understood. “Beautiful like you, no?”

The female otter, though surprised, pretended to be annoyed, crossing her arms with a frown. “And what, Remy, you up to?”

The coyote smiled. “Nothing, Malana, my wild sea flower, but breakfast for us both. Can’t have you run empty, can I?”

There was a pause that lasted a beat. “No… That won’t do,” Malana agreed, dropping her annoyed act and smiling. Walking up to the coyote, she kissed his cheek, churring. That noise was a bit like a purr, a bubbling, happy sound. The female otter’s nose rubbed against Remy.

“Still…” The beauty’s slender arms wrapped around the canine’s body. “You doing this… it nice.”

Remy’s lips kissed her black hair. “I can be nice, no?” he replied. “I love you… Malana…” The otter’s rudder tail wrapped around him.

“I love you too…” the beauty whispered. “So much…” Someone from five years ago, if they could look in on this scene, would never believe such a thing would be possible for the sea otter, like taking one look at Remy, thinking the coyote wasn’t the kind to love. But both beings in the kitchen were happy to be in a romantic relationship.

Whenever someone first met Remy, they would see his blue eyes, sparkling with mischief and fun. What also made him stand out wasn’t just his tan-colored fur and dark tan hair that was a little long, but the two earrings, one on each ear. Adding his attitude of being free, charming, and a flirt, Remy McCoy appeared to be the kind of canine who enjoyed life, taking on any challenge without a shred of fear, but also knew when to take things seriously, and when a task could be beyond his paws. Nothing seemed to bother him at all.

But that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Remy not only had a way of sensing when others were down and needed a listening ear, but he’d also be there. This was due to knowing what it was like to be alone, having grown up in an orphanage in New Orleans. Running away from that place at age 15, Remy had learned to steal to survive. One day, at 18, the coyote was caught stealing parts from a ship. This vessel, being half scientific and half cruise, was being prepared for a journey. Remy was brought on board, but instead of turning him in to the police, the captain of the boat saw something in the coyote’s eyes. Something that resonated with the older male, reminding him of his youth. So, in exchange for not reporting the canine in, the captain taught Remy the ways of the sea and being on a ship.

The coyote always knew that life had dealt him a lucky break, one that wouldn’t be taken for granted or wasted. Although Remy would never forget the hardships in his life before being taken in by that captain, the coyote learned to work hard, as well as try to live life to the fullest, for one only had one shot to make the most one possibly could. Eventually, Remy would be aboard a ship bound for Bora Bora. And it was there that the coyote met and became smitten with Malana, leading to love blooming between them.

For the sea otter, she was the younger sister of Leilani, both daughters of Chief Ahomana and his wife, Malina. The family of four had been very happy, with Malina being the glue that held them together. She was a loving wife and mother who saw all the other otters in the tribe as though they were her own children. But then, tragedy struck. One day, some divers got caught in one of the big nets used to catch fish. Malina had dived, and though she saved all those lives, the female sea otter drowned. By the time her body was brought to the surface, it was too late.

Losing Malina didn’t just affect the whole tribe; it shook up the family dynamic between Leilani, Malana, and Ahomana. For the chief, not only did he lose the only female he loved, but it was the love of his life. To this day, he had never been remarried. And with a great teacher gone, one to help Leilani become the eventual leader of the otter tribe of Bora Bora, her father had to focus most of his time and attention on her. While the eldest sister was saddened by Malina’s loss, the youngest child took it hardest.

Malana was the closest to her mother out of the two sisters. But with all of Ahomana’s attention on Leilani, teaching her, Malana felt like she had been pushed to the side. Now it was all about her older sister, leaving the other sea otter feeling lonely and left out. She began competing with her sibling, as it seemed everyone was focused only on the future ruler of the tribe. This made Malana hurt and resentful, and yet, she never could fully hate Leilani, nor would she go to any lengths to kill her sister. Even if it seemed the eldest sibling got the best of everything.

When Remy McCoy arrived on Bora Bora, the coyote was with some others. Two males in particular also stood out. While Malana didn’t care when it came to Kalea, Leilani’s best friend, with whom that otter hooked up with, once again, the older sibling got the better deal in the younger sister’s eyes. That was because Reno Palm, the group's leader who came to the island, was not only a male sea otter but also tall, black-furred, a different island native, and overall seemed like perfect dating material. But instead, Malana found herself stuck with Remy.

This was because Malana didn’t believe his words, thinking the coyote was just a player and a teasing flirt. Plus, some of his words, that he actually cared, weren’t something the beauty was used to. And with how he was, it just rubbed Malana the wrong way. That, and how, as time passed with this group visiting Bora Bora, Malana’s bitterness grew. Finally, it boiled over into a fight. But that had been needed, because after all was said and done, the sea otter finally broke down in tears, venting her anger, frustration, and hurt that had been building up for years. With that, Malana’s sister and father, realizing what they had done, were able to come together as a family once again.

The sea otter felt better than she had in a very long time. And while the change wouldn’t make the mustelidae do a complete 180-degree change, she was certainly more friendly and open. This allowed her and Remy to really talk and bond. Finally, the island native saw that perhaps she and the coyote had more things in common, and clicked better. But then, Remy and the rest of the group, having spent months on Bora Bora, had to leave. This was extremely difficult for Leilani, who was with Reno, Kalea, who had fallen in love with one of the guys, and Malana, because she realized she had fallen for the blue-eyed canine.

To Malana’s surprise, Remy then came back. He arrived as a surprise, and he would live permanently on Bora Bora, having fallen in love with the island native. However, Malana had lashed out in anger, slapping him hard across the face. The mustelidae were angry with being hurt by Remy’s leaving and not telling her he was coming back. That’s when the coyote pulled her in for a kiss. The beauty had pushed against his shoulders to get him off of her until something in her brain dislocated. Malana kissed the blue-eyed canine back. Confessing their love, the sea otter dragged his butt to her favorite lagoon, where the two made love.

Ever since then, Remy and Malana had shared the same bed and home. Both were the happiest they’d ever been. A whole year had passed, and neither would change anything. From laughing, snuggling, and swimming, to all the times having sex, the sea otter knew the coyote was the best thing in her life, pleased that after everything, she finally had a love all to her own, that she would never want to let go. And the coyote knew the sea otter was the girl who could make him happy for the rest of his life.

Back in the present, Malana was gazing up at Remy, her yellow eyes sparkling as she gazed into her blue peepers, her arms and tail wrapped around him. “Thinking of things, no?” Remy replied, his right arm around the otter’s body.

“Mhm,” she churred. “As well as you don’t make me change…” Malana loved that about the coyote, that he loved her for who she was, temper, faults, and all. The male never forced the island native to do anything she didn’t like. Nor did the canine ever take the love they had for each other for granted. Even when things came up that the couple disagreed on, they were always able to make it work.

Remy’s lips kissed her black hair. “So, we eat now.”

“Fine. But…” Malana then reached up to peck him on the lips. “That first. Now eat.” The canine’s tail swished with happiness. “I love you…”

“Love you too, wild flower…”

The couple was soon at the dining table. “Here,” Remy said, getting some of the smoked salmon that was cold off his plate and holding it in front of Malana. “Say ahhh…”

Her eyebrows went up with a little confusion and suspicion. “Um… you feed me? Why?” she asked.

“Silly otter, it’s to be romantic.”

Malana chuffed, similar to a huff, and crossed her arms with a frown. “Me not silly, don’t call me that!” she said. “How romantic?”

“Know how Kalea and Nicholas will feed bites to each other like Reno and Leilani?” The otter nodded her head. “It’s just romantic gesture, like a hug or kiss. Just humor me…” The smile Remy was giving the mustelidae was the kind that she couldn’t ignore, as the charm and love made her heart melt.

“Fine.” Malana was fed the bite, and she found it wasn’t so bad. “Do I do to you too?”

The coyote nodded, and the island native fed him a bite back. “See? Not so bad, no?” the canine said.

“Guess not.” Malana smiled. “I see why couples do that.” She then booped his nose. “Now shut up and eat, enough mushy stuff.” While the beauty loved her beloved, she was still a badass, tough sea otter at times.

“Yes, ma’am.” The two ate and finished up breakfast with grins.

As soon as breakfast was finished, the dishes were promptly dealt with. Remy was ready to head out in cargo shorts and a blue sleeveless shirt. “You have special thing for us?” Malana asked, the smirk on her muzzle lovely.

The canine grinned, petting the right pocket of his shorts. “Always. Best to be prepared, no?” This was due to him and the sea otter having a lot of sex outside of their house. Leilani was like that with Reno, and Kalea was like that with Nicholas.

The beauty let out a happy churr, taking his left paw in her right paw, squeezing his fingers. “Mmm… Always ready… Good of you…” Her yellow eyes sparkled with affection. “I like you for that…”

His lips kissed her cheek, making the otter wrap her thick, rudder tail around his canine tail. “I like and love many things about you too…” Malana sighed with happiness, rubbing her head affectionately against Remy’s shoulder as the couple began their walk.

As the couple walked along the housing where the other sea otter tribe members lived, Malana and Remy smiled and waved to any mustelidae who passed. A few, who were married, had their little pups out. Currently, there were four children, no older than five, curious with their stares when they saw the coyote with two ear piercings. “Cute,” Remy said and let go of Malana’s paw so he could crotch to get to the little one’s level. “Hello…”

The pups burst into smiles, coming up to get a closer look, their tiny rudder tails whipping. Their parents burst into smiles, even Malana. Seeing the coyote being so loving and gentle with children could make even the badass and tough-as-nails sea otter’s heart melt. Remy petted all four little heads with kindness before the kids returned to their parents, the blue-eyed male waving goodbye. “You good with them…” the yellow-eyed beauty commented. “Kalea usually handle them.”

“Yeah.” Remy stood up, dusting his palms on his shorts. “Maybe you as well?” The sea otter let out an amused snort.

“No, I…” The mustelidae firmed her lips. “I more fight, you know?”

Remy smiled and placed a paw on her shoulder. “Well, if a child come to you, just call on old Remy, kay? I’ll help.” His girlfriend nodded. Malana, usually being a bit of a loner, had long since learned that there were things even she couldn’t handle on her own.

“Enough talk; we keep walking,” the sea otter churred, grabbing Remy’s left paw with her right, her thick rudder tail wrapping around his canine one. The coyote nodded, the pair continuing where they left off.

The pair kept walking past the houses where the island's native sea otters lived. Soon, they were on one of the many walking paths on Bora Bora, walking past tropical flowers, bushes, and palm trees. This wasn’t the wildest part of the jungle found on the island, but it still offered another kind of untouched natural beauty to see, besides the water. “Kinda nice, no?” the coyote asked. “Just us, alone…”

“It not bad,” Malana said softly. Her yellow eyes softened, an uncommon sight. “Peaceful. It good at points.”

“Yeah.” The two smiled at each other. “But… we not just walking, right?”

“Mmm… Maybe more,” Malana teased. The sea otter wasn’t as much of a teaser as her sister, Leilani. But even the younger sibling knew how to flirt and tempt at points.

“Then, wild flower, lead me on…” the coyote said, and the beauty leaned up to nuzzle and kiss his cheek, churring.

Their walk eventually took them by some very familiar flowering plants and trees, for Remy and Malana had come here many times. The sound of a waterfall nearby was heard, and the pair got wicked grins. “Thinking what I’m thinking?” the canine asked.

“Think so, know so,” the otter churred, her thick, rudder tail wrapping around him as Malana felt hot and bothered.

“Then let’s go, no? Have more fun…?”

“Oh, you so bad!” Malana teased, giggling and pulling him towards the sound of falling water.

The couple’s walk continued for a couple more minutes. Then, after pushing aside some palms, the two had arrived.

“Never fails we come here, no?” Remy asked, his paw holding Malana’s.

“Mmm, but we do,” the sea otter churred, her yellow eyes holding affection, a rare sight. “It special.”

“Yeah.” The two stood there, looking at the beautiful lagoon that lay before them.

A natural waterfall fed a lagoon, whose sound added a sense of peace to the area. The water was crystal clear, so clear that one could actually see the bottom of the lagoon. It was deep enough for a sea otter to get a sense of being in the liquid, like the deep end of the pool, yet not so deep that it would be too dangerous to dive into. Tropical flowers of all colors and sizes surrounded the body of water, along with other bushes and trees. It was peaceful, yet private, a little slice of personal heaven, within paradise.

“Still the same, like first time…” Remy whispers in Malana’s ear.

“Yes…” The sea otter looked at him with burning adoration. “Day you came back, we come here and did it…”

“And all the time… our spot…” The couple turned to face each other, rubbing noses.

“Love you…” Malana whispered as she kissed the coyote, her tongue meeting his.

“And I love you…” the canine replied softly, his paws on the otter’s bubble butt.

“Naughty,” the sea otter teased, playfully slapping his paws off of her. There was no bite to Malana’s voice. She loved it when Remy grabbed her ass.

“Party pooper,” the canine mock-pouted. This made the island beauty giggle with amusement.

“Just wait, I do this…” she said, stepping away from the blue-eyed male.

Remy got confused as Malana made her way to the edge of the lagoon. She looked over her left shoulder and, with a lustful smirk, began to sway her hips, running her paws up her body. “Oh god…” the coyote whispered, knowing what she was doing, and couldn’t believe it.

“Yes…” Malana whispered. “I… strip-tease? Leilani said she does for Reno. Now I do for you…”

The coyote sucked in his breath. The sea otter had never done anything like this for him before. The thought of getting such a steamy hot show from her made the canine’s tail swish with excitement. The male also felt something below stirring. “Then… let me enjoy…” Remy whispered.

The sea otter churred, her eyes narrowing with love and lust, a wicked grin on her muzzle. “Oh, you do more…” She lifted her tail, hitching her sundress up to flash a view of her bubble butt and lower half covered by some kind of panties the island native females wore. Her sandy tan fur stood out among the beautiful plants. “Then watch…”

“You know it…” Remy took his top off, stripping down to just his boxers, his clothes placed at the edge of the lagoon, his blue eyes never leaving Malana’s gaze or her body as her strip-tease performance began.

The sea otter’s hips swayed faster as she hugged herself, running her paws up and down her arms. Then, Malana stepped, as though doing a welcoming dance, passed down for generations by the tribe, for Remy. But every movement, with the beauty’s tail lifted, graced the coyote more of that darling bubble butt, the flash of the garment protecting her lower half. Her yellow eyes saw already the tent in the canine’s boxers, making her churr. Feeling his blue-eyed gaze on her made Malan’s flower open. The mustelidae could feel a dribble of excitement leak out, and it was no wonder. Ever since hooking up with him, that smirk and gaze could make Malana sopping wet with just one glance when the coyote turned his full charm on her.

“You love?” Malana whispered, sinking low, getting on all fours, to stick her sexy rump out and wiggle it at him.

“So much…” Remy whispered, the urge to jerk off rising, but the coyote held back.

“Then… you love even more…” The sea otter flipped over so her front was up, spreading her legs, her smirk burning with adoration and lust.

Getting to her knees, Malana rose, wiggling slowly, like a piece of kelp waving lazily in the sea. With a devilish grin, she hooked a finger over the top of her strapless sundress, teasingly pulling it down. As her C-cup breasts spilled up, Remy saw that her pretty, dark brown nipples were hard points. The sea otter ran her paws behind her head and through her hair, looking at the coyote with her signature smirk. “God damn… so gorgeous,” he whispered.

“Mmm… nice comments only go so far,” Malana churred. “But you right… thank you…” The sea otter did love that her coyote, though she was gorgeous, made her a happy otter. As the beauty’s ladies jiggled back and forth, she shimmied out of her dress, the article of clothing pooling at her feet. Stepping, Malana hooked her fingers into the last of the barriers protecting her, bending over to show Remy her bubble butt as the island native stripped fully naked. He could see, as the rudder tail hitched up, her beautiful, tight tail hole, and delicious flower, the petals already opening, aroused and bothered.

She stood up, fully naked now, and stepped to the water’s edge, Malana’s hips sauntering with purpose, the bubble butt swaying east and west, as the mustelidae looked over her left shoulder. “Come…” the island native churred. “Dive with me…”

The coyote didn’t need an invitation and stripped fully naked. His canine cock, red, swollen, the knot glistening, was massive. Malana could still remember the shock of seeing him the first time and the size of what he wielded. There was no doubt that the male had the biggest adult toy the sea otter had ever laid eyes on. “Down to the depths,” the canine said.

The sea otter took the plunge first, her body diving in, straight like a furry arrow. There was hardly a splashing sound as Malana went under, Remy going up to the edge of the lagoon. He could clearly make out her nude form underwater as it moved like a ribbon. Malana then surfaced, thinking she could pull him in, but the coyote was just beyond her reach. That didn’t deter the island native. Water droplets flowed down her black hair like tiny rivers. “You come? Or you afraid?” the beauty teased.

Remy got a smirk. “Just waiting for the pretty otter,” he said and dived in, also a straight arrow, surfacing right beside her so the coyote could boop her sea otter nose with his canine sniffer.

“Ah!” Malana squealed and laughed, giggling, a rare sound for her. The sea otter was so happy, though, that she couldn’t help herself.

“Now, we swim.”

“Yes.” The beauty got a loving smirk. “Catch me!” She took off, ever one to compete, but didn’t mind teasing her coyote love.

Remy rolled his eyes with amusement, but decided to play with Malana’s game. They both knew good and damn well that in the water, the sea otter could swim laps around the canine. It was all part of the teasing and loving fun. “This female,” he muttered to himself, before taking the plunge with her.

While the water in the lagoon was clear and freshwater, the canines’ eyes couldn’t see anything as they weren’t designed to see underwater like an otter. And if this body of liquid had been saltwater, goggles would have been needed. For someone like Malana, salt water and non-salt water were no problem. She could see well in both kinds of water found on Bora Bora. She saw all of the coyote’s glorious front. “Now… I’ll have some fun with him,” the beauty thought to herself in her native tongue.

Remy, because everything appeared blurred, could only make out her shape, and badly at best. Still, he could see her approach, then pull away at the last second, feeling the tip of her thick rudder tail touch his abs before swimming away. The canine could imagine his love’s wicked grin. “Just you wait, no,” the coyote thought in his head. “I’ll catch you yet.”

Remy could only stay underwater a bit longer. Being that he wasn’t an otter, his lungs weren’t designed to hold air in as long. While he had been able to extend the time, Malana would always have him beat. So, the coyote had to surface with a gasp. The sea otter, though she could have stayed under longer, chose to surface to tease the coyote. “I win,” the island native said.

His blue eyes saw her yellow ones narrowed with love and lust. “I don’t mind, no,” he said. “You swim more, kay?”

“Fine. But…” Malana got closer. “We do more than... swim…” The coyote grinned, hearing the sexual innuendo behind her words. The blue-eyed canine nodded, and the otter took to the depths of the lagoon again.

Remy got a smile, for even though he knew his island native love could outswim him, the coyote had a plan to catch her. So instead of going underwater, the coyote decided to get out, the water running down his naked body like tiny, sparkling rivers. The male canine then waited at the edge of the lagoon, waiting for Malana, who was still underwater, with bubbles coming off her fur and hair. The sea otter noticed, getting a little confused. She then surfaced. “Why you-“

Malana was cut off as Remy, who had been waiting for her to surface, got the mustelidae with a kiss on the mouth, full, his tongue finding hers, making a muffled gasp come out of the beauty. The coyote pulled back, with a smirk, and booped her otter nose with a finger. “Gotcha!” he declared, scrambling back so Malana couldn’t grab him.

“You!” she exclaimed, but wasn’t angry, as she began to laugh. In the past, a move like that would have ticked off the island beauty. Still, Malana wouldn’t let Remy get off that easily. Malana pulled herself out of the water, the tiny, sparkling rivers seen on her naked body like her love.

As soon as the sea otter hit land, she found herself in Remy’s arms, their lips in motion again. “I love you…” Malana whispered when they broke apart.

“Love you too...” The pair kissed again as the otter dragged the coyote’s butt back to the water, where the pair took the plunge.

As their tongues tangled and danced, the beauty could feel his paws travel across her sides, then her thighs, before cupping her bubble butt cheeks, squeezing and fondling them. Such an act made Malana shiver despite the warm liquid. A dribble of excitement leaked out of the female’s already aroused flower, feeling his cocked sandwiched comfortably between their bodies. But just feeling it wouldn’t be enough. “Now the real fun…” the mustelidae thought in her head.

Knowing the coyote couldn’t last nearly as long holding his breath, the sea otter began to push on his body, a signal to move. Remy, pulling back from Malana’s lips, felt her paws on his chest, recognizing her intent. The canine swam back and up towards the surface, the edge of the lagoon now against his backside. Remy’s head came up, shaking his head, with water droplets spraying. “Now what-“he began, looking down to see her in the water, but then stopped, shuddering and moaning.

Malana had pushed his body against the side of the lagoon to help stabilize him, one of her paws around his thick cock. The canine was so massive that even both of her paws couldn’t contain the rod of flesh. Her eyes saw every detail in the water, the red color and swollen look, to feeling it throb in her palm. The coyote felt so warm, and the sea otter knew what she wanted. “Time to feast,” Malana thought, blowing bubbles onto the canine’s throbbing member.

What the sea otter was doing was dubbed bubble play by Leilani. Just like how a paw or a teasing lick and kiss could be used on a cock as a way to warm up and begin the sexual pleasures, blowing the bubbles on the length was just one more fun way to pleasure. But while the play with those happened, Malana’s paws were busy slowly jerking Remy’s massive length. “Ugh…” the coyote moaned, above the water, looking down to see what the sea otter was doing. His blue eyes saw her black hair, all the loose strands floating like seaweed, around Malana’s head like a halo.

The sea otter’s mouth found the head of the coyote’s cock, kissing it, before swirling the head with her tongue. “Mmm…” the mustelidae moaned in her head before taking him into her mouth.

Remy felt the explosion of pleasure as his love began to give him a blowjob. “UGH!” he hissed through clenched teeth, his right paw coming up to run his fingers through her long hair. “So good…” Although Malana couldn’t hear him due to being underwater, her eyes and Remy’s blue ones met as she looked up above, even when submerged.

Seeing the look of pleasure on his muzzle caused Malana to do her best. Even if the view underwater made things a little wavy, due to the motion of the liquid, her eyes could see how he looked above, as clearly as how his cock and body were being submerged in the water. The sea otter bobbed her head up and down, slowly and lovingly, the fingers on her right paw delicately tracing every line and curve of the canine’s nut sack. And the taste of Remy certainly was to the island native’s liking.

Malana’s rudder tail lazily swished east and west, her shapely legs kicking at the same speed to keep her in place. The sea otter felt his paw on the back of her head, giving her loving pats and playing with her hair, rather than keeping her pinned or guiding her. The beauty appreciated that as her paws were giving the part of the coyote’s shaft that couldn’t get into her mouth a pawjob. Remy was too big for Malana to envelop him fully, but the mustelidae didn’t mind. There was plenty of tasty cock for her to suck on. “Mmm… he tastes so good…” Malana moaned in her head, feeling the bead of pre-cum ooze out of the tip.

Remy felt her lick and swallow the salty pre-cum that had leaked out. “God… she’s amazing…” the coyote groaned in his head. “Not sure how much longer I’ll last…”

His blue eyes saw the sea otter run her tongue up and down the whole length, jerking his shaft off. Malana swirled the head of his canine dick before popping it back into her mouth, sucking harder and faster as the water resistance would let her. “I can feel it; he’s close…” the beauty moaned in her head, feeling the telltale sign of Remy’s climax by the twitching and throbbing of his cock.

The coyote felt his abs tighten as the explosive climax built further and further. “Just… a bit more…” he panted, even though Malana, who was underwater, couldn’t hear him. The coyote’s toes were curled.

The male canine then burst, his delicious, hot, white seed erupting. “Oh gods…!” Malana gasped in her head as she tried in vain to swallow every drop. “Remy…! He always gives so much…!”

There was just too much for the sea otter to handle. So, she pulled back, jerking his canine cock off as the rest of his seed came out in cloudy bursts of white. Malana smiled, pleased with herself at another job well done. Once every drop had been released, she slowly surfaced, grinning, her yellow eyes sparkling with mischief and affection for Remy. “You love?” the mustelidae churred. “I do well?”

The coyote got his breath back, cupping her left cheek. “You do well, always,” he said softly, before leaning in to kiss her forehead.

The rudder tail of the island native wrapped around him, as Malana gave him a loving cheek nuzzle. “I do,” she whispered, before kissing his left cheek. “I love you…” Her old self would have scoffed and bragged, something about being the best. But that version of Malana was gone.

“I love you too…” The couple hugged, treading water, staying that way for a bit, loving the feeling of their bare fur against each other.

But it wasn’t long before both felt frisky, wanting more. After all, it wasn’t fair that Malana pleasured Remy, but he didn’t give her pleasure. The coyote was thinking this, for his paws drifted down to her bubble butt, gripping the ass cheeks. His touch made the otter shudder and moan. “My turn,” the canine growled softly in her ear.

“Ah!” the sea otter squeaked when feeling his fingers slip past her cheeks, to rub her pussy and tight tail hole. “R-Remy…!”

“Just relax… Let old Remy take care of you…”

The coyote gently pushed Malana against the wall his back had been up against. The otter’s chest was above the water, so Remy didn’t have to submerge yet. She heard every arousing growl from the coyote as his tongue not only began to lick her fur, but his teeth left tiny nibbles as well. It felt so primal, to be claimed as Remy’s this way, as his fingers began to finger the sea otter’s pussy and tail hole in unison. “O-Oooh…!” came out of the island native’s mouth in a loving, pleasure-filled moan. The dual sensation of Remy treating her holes was heavenly.

“Mmm…” Remy growled playfully, his mouth moving from the otter’s neck to her collarbones, his digits up her treasured golden areas, fingering her faster and harder, making the sea otter squirm, her thick rudder tail swishing under the water.

“Hooo gods…!” the beauty moaned louder as her body trembled, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter.

Then Remy did something that made Malana throw her head back, her tongue lolling out as the female’s eyes rolled up. The sea otter had a glorious ahegao face as the coyote began to suck on each of her delicious and pretty nipples, teasing them with his tongue and teeth as the canine’s digits up her holes were wiggling back and forth. “AH! OH!” came out of Malana’s mouth.

“Mmmm…!” Remy growled, switching between the sea otter’s nipples. The island native’s body tensed up.

“I’m…! I’m…!” the mustelidae gasped, her tone getting more high-pitched. She then screamed, Malana’s mouth open, as her body shook and trembled, her orgasm clashing in her veins like thundering tides. Her excitement released in tiny clouds of white in the water.

As the sea otter recovered, being supported by Remy’s strong left arm, his right paw stroked her cheek, as the coyote’s lips kissed her forehead. “Old Remy’s got you,” the canine whispered.

The island native managed to get her breath back, her yellow eyes soft with affection as she smiled with warmth at him, cheek nuzzling the coyote’s right cheek. “Mmmm…” Malana churred. “You do well… So well…”

“I do, no?” Remy replied, his ego stroked. “But I’m hungry… for more…”

“Wha-“ the sea otter didn’t get the rest of her question out as Remy growled and playfully bit her neck, making the beauty moan for him. The mustelidae felt his paws push her out of the water and onto dry land, with tiny rivers of water running down her naked body, sparkling in the sunlight.

“So beautiful,” the coyote whispered as he saw this sight of Malana on the ground, her long black hair fanning out like a halo. His paws found Malana’s c-cup tits, fondling them and playing with the nipples, which were diamond-hard points.

“R-Remy…!” Malana moaned, squirming as his touch was electric and magical. His fingers sent tiny bolts of pleasure to the sea otter’s core. It made the island native crave more of the coyote’s touch and love.

“I love your cute moans and sounds,” the canine whispered, licking and kissing down her front.

The sea otter giggled as his tongue and lips made it to her belly, making her squirm adorably. “That tickles!” Malana said, her eyes sparkling with love. While not known to be silly or cute like Leilani or Kalea, this island native could be when she wanted. It was a rare sight to see her behave that way.

“Oh?” Remy teased. “The tough, badass otter is ticklish? A weakness, no?” His blue eyes glinted with amusement and love.

“Shut up; lick down there!” the sea otter shot back, playfully scolding the coyote, sticking her tongue out at him. Malana was being unusually affectionate today and didn’t mind. What she loved about the coyote was that he wouldn’t see her as any different for this. Plus, the island native wouldn’t be seen as being weak by being that way every now and then. Malana was still the badass, tough-as-nails mustelidae she was known for.

Remy didn’t need to be told twice, as his tongue made it to her flower, swirling the petals, hitting her clit. “Mmm…” the coyote moaned, licking up the sea otter’s juices as though they were the most delicious thing in the world.

“A-Ah!” the island native gasped before arching her back, moaning loudly. “OH REMY!” No matter how many times the blue-eyed canine licked her holes, Malana couldn’t get enough. The coyote was just too good at eating her out.

“So tasty…” the male whispered before sucking the sea otter’s clit. “You taste so delicious, wild sea flower…”

“He’s… he’s too good!” Malana moaned in her head as the stimulation of her love hole caused the island native to start groaning out her pleasure in her native tongue. Remy knew when the sea otter was doing that, his job was being done well.

The coyote then pulled back. “Here,” he play growled, flipping the beauty onto all fours, her rudder bubble butt stuck up in the air.

“What are-“ Her words were cut off as the male stuck a finger up her pussy, fingering her while his free paw pulled her right ass cheek to the right, so Malana’s tail hole, so tight and lovely, was exposed. The canine’s tongue began to lick and rim that naughty area, something the pair loved very much.

“Mmmmm!” the coyote growled, stimulating both of her holes in unison, the slicking sounds of fingering her mixing with the noises of his tongue on Malana’s tailhole.

“Uggghhhhh! Oh gods!” the sea otter moaned, shaking uncontrollably. “R-Remy…!

“I can’t get enough of her!” the male thought in his head. “I’ll never tire of doing this…!”

Malana’s juices were flowing more vigorously, her thick rudder tail swishing, as the otter’s body trembled, so close to another delicious orgasm. Remy had switched his tongue to dive deep into her wet tunnel, hitting the beauty’s G-spot. Her tail hole was being finger fucked as Malana’s eyes rolled up, her tongue out as a sheer blissful ahegao face came onto her muzzle. “I’m… so close…!” the mustelidae gasped.

Remy was now tongue fucking her cunt in addition to her tight anal passage, his muffled growls arousing and hot. “That’s it, cum, and let me taste you, no,” the canine thought in his head.

“I… I’m…!” Malana then screamed as her orgasm hit like a violent storm, gasping and shaking, as her love nectar rushed out, shiny drops of it falling to the ground as Remy lapped up his succulent reward.

The coyote then pulled back, a triumphant look in his blue eyes and a smirk on his face. “I win again, no?” he teased, but his voice was full of affection for the sea otter. But the canine waited for Malana to recover from her high.

The island native got her breath back, her yellow eyes a mix of mischief, competition, and affection. “I give you that. But I better in water!” Malana then moved and pounced on Remy, knocking him flat on his back, looming over him with a wicked, victory grin, her thick rudder tail swishing.

“You always were, wild flower…” the coyote replied. His right paw came up to cup her left cheek, and the island native nuzzled it, churring.

“Mmm… I love you…” she whispered, kissing the palm.

“Love you too…” Malana then rose, allowing Remy to rise, their naked bodies glowing in the hot sun.

They were so close that the coyote was able to reach out, cupping the island native’s ass cheeks. The sea otter playfully smacked his chest, which was a sign Malana wasn’t angry. If she were, she would have most likely punched or thrown the canine to the ground. “Remy, off!” the beauty scolded, but there was teasing playfulness in her voice.

“Aw… Ruining the fun?” he mock-pouted when the pair both knew Malana loved it when Remy grabbed, fondled, and played with her rudder bubble butt. “But you love it, no?”

“I-“ The snapping retort died on the mustelidae’s lips as both of Remy’s paws began to fondle and squeeze her ass cheeks, making Malana weak in the knees, and letting out a soft moan.

“Mmm…” the coyote growled and bit the side of the otter’s neck, making her let out a sharp chirp.

“Hoo… gods…” the sea otter moaned, unable to take it before kissing Remy hard, her tongue finding his with a hungry growl. The pair were liplocked, tongues dancing out in the open before ripping apart.

The canine’s middle right finger then went up Malana’s tight tailhole, wiggling it, causing her to snap as she couldn’t take it anymore. “Sex up there; NOW!” Malana gasped loudly. She was a bad sea otter who loved to get anal from Remy, finding joy and pleasure in having that tunnel stretched as much as her love hole.

Chuckling at how eager and needy she was, the coyote let go of her, going to his discarded shorts to find the special thing in his right pocket. It was a tube of lube. “Does old Remy get a little show?” he asked.

“Hm…” Malana pretended to think on that, a finger on her lips, before a wicked grin sprouted on her muzzle. “Yes! So you get hard!”

“Sure, you wild flower…” The canine gave her room for the sea otter’s naughty performance.

Malana swayed her hips and rudder-bubble butt in front of the canine, looking over her shoulder and hugging herself. Seeing the sea otter moving got Remy hard, the coyote lubing his rod up to get up her back entrance. “Love?” she churred, a teasing smirk on her muzzle.

“So much…” the male whispered. “But, what pose would you like?”

“Hmmm…” Malana hummed before turning to face the coyote, moving in a sexy strut, her front as gorgeous as her backside. “Ride you…” The island native licked her lips, eager to be speared by Remy’s massive cock.

“Whatever the sexy otter wants,” he replied, getting comfortable on the ground, his cock ready to be buried up her ass.

Malana crawled on all fours, grinning a predator grin, and slowly made her way up to the coyote. “Mmm…” the island native churred, seeing her huge and delicious prize. “So big…”

Making it up to her canine, the mustelidae raised her crotch. The beauty then sank, the lube helping as Remy speared Malana up her tight anal passage. “A-AHHHHHHH!” the sea otter gasped, feeling the heavenly stretching of his mammoth of love up that hole. Unlike the first time with anal, where there had been pain, now there was only pleasure in being filled up her ass by such a large object.

“Ugh!” Remy grunted, feeling the heat and how Malana’s anal tunnel felt. “Gorgeous, you’re still so tight!” He began to bounce her up and down, the sexy female rolling her hips and ass to get her coyote in deeper, wanting every massive inch to stretch her back entrance passage.

“MMMM…! YES…!” the sea otter moaned, a look of utter bliss on her muzzle, her yellow eyes meeting Remy’s sparkling blues.

As the motion continued, the female’s C-cup tits jiggled. “So sexy on top!” the coyote moaned.

“Oh…? You think…?” the island native churred moaned, wiggling her sexy hips and ass as the male’s paws ran up her thighs.

“I know so!” The fire of affection lit up in Malana’s eyes, all for the male below who could have chosen any of the sea otters, even her sister, but Remy chose her instead, despite everything.

“Then show… Show…!” the beauty demanded, in a tone that showed devotion and affection.

Remy’s paws gave the otter playful spanks on her ass cheeks, making her let out a startled chirp. The coyote never would do humiliation or BDSM with Malana, as she wasn’t keen on that either. The spanks were more to be the good kind to spur the sex on. “Love it?” he teased.

“Naughty…!” Malana playfully scolded. “Bad boy…!” Her eyes were ablaze with yearning. “But I too am bad…! More…!”

Remy gave her more playful spanks on her ass, making the mustelidae moan and tremble. “Just how you like, no?” he moaned.

“I do…!” the island native groaned, thrusting up and down faster.

The loving smacking sounds of hips against crotch, of the pair doing anal, mixed with their other noises, created a beautiful melody, the paradise of the island creating a gorgeous scene. There was nothing lewd about this, just a shining light as the coyote and sea otter were lost in the pleasurable sensations and each other. Anyone watching would have gotten a show, but luckily, Malana and Remy were in their own private slice of heaven.

“Mmm…” Malana then sighed, slowing down. This confused Remy.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Just changing…” the sexy sea otter churred, his cock emerging from her anal passage with a delicious wet pop. “Ride you other way…” Malana meant reverse cowgirl. “Maybe you hold legs up…?”

The coyote’s eyes lit up as they had done the full nelson position. “You want it rough, no?”

“So rough… so good…” the island beauty moaned, her back to the male, getting a wicked grin as she looked over her left shoulder. Standing up, she wiggled her ass back and forth before lowering herself, spearing her anal passage once more with his mammoth of love.

“AH! NGH! OH!” the beauty moaned as she was taken reverse cowgirl up the ass.

“Ugh…!” Remy groaned, the smacking and loving sounds of anal resuming. Malana was stimulated to a point where she didn’t even have to finger her pussy. The coyote then grabbed her legs, lifting them into a nelson position, not quite a full one.

“You love that?” he growled.

“I DO!” Malana exclaimed, eyes starting to roll up from the bliss and pleasure of his large cock stretching her tight anal tunnel deliciously. “MORE!”

Remy growled, and suddenly, the otter found herself on all fours. “Like this?” he teased, giving her a playful spank on the ass with his paw.

“Ah!” Malana squeaked, feeling the loving smack. “I didn’t-!” The coyote spanked her playfully again, making the beauty shudder and moan. “UGH! Don’t… stop…!”

The male growled and began to thrust harder. “Never, my sexy otter!” he moaned as the beauty began to finger her tight, wet hole, looking over her left shoulder at him. Her face, pretty with blush, was a work of art.

“REMY!” Malana moaned, her tongue out as her eyes glazed over with satisfaction from their carnal activity, the knot so dangerously close to slipping and tying the canine up her tight anal passage. “I… I…!”

“Cum for me…!” the coyote moaned. With a powerful thrust, a wet pop was heard, and then his knot slipped in, tying him up her ass.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Malana screamed as she orgasmed harder, her juices staining her fingers that were pleasuring her slit as her body shook and trembled, eyes blown wide open, her tongue out in a lovely display.

“Mmm…” Remy moaned, his paws running over Malana’s bubble butt, fondling the ass cheeks, his knot keeping every massive inch up her anal love hole. “Ready?”

“Just… just fuck…!” the sea otter moaned, begging, wanting his cum up that hole. The beauty rarely begged, but the look in her yellow eyes showed how much she needed it.

“As you wish…” The canine thrusted hard, giving her playful spanks on the ass. Malana was shaking, in an abyss of pleasure, her tongue lolled out, as her peepers were glazed with adoration and lust, the smacking sounds of anal love mixing with her chirps and moans.

The couple was lost in ecstasy and paradise. They could be watched, and wouldn’t care, not even if it was Malana’s sister, sitting right in front of them. Hell, even the two’s father could catch Remy with his youngest daughter, and neither the female sea otter nor canine would have cared. Their loving sounds mingled with the natural noises and the music of hips smacking against ass.

“I can’t… believe how… tight you are…!” Remy gasped as his thrusting got harder and faster.

“AH! OH GODS!” Malana moaned, shaking.

“Still tight… even now…!”

“I took… care of… that place…!” the beauty replied. “You special…! You get it…!”

“Mph…! Damn right I am…!” His blue eyes and her yellow peepers met, the love and affection passing between them like heated bolts of lightning.

Neither was sure how long the anal love fuck happened until Remy’s cock began to ooze pre-cum, slicking up Malana’s tunnel. “So… close…!” Malana moaned, her fingers frantically rubbing and finger fucking her flower, as more of her succulent juices sparkled in the light.

“Me too…!” the coyote gasped, his cock throbbing.

The smacking and thrusting reached a fevered pitch, and the sea otter broke first, orgasming with a scream, which made the male canine explode up her ass. “UUGGGHHHH!” the male moaned, busting a nut in her as the beauty’s face was an utter mask of pure unadulterated pleasure, her ahegao face saying all by visuals.

Rope after scalding hot rope of coyote seed overflowed Malana’s tight anal tunnel. The sea otter wiggled her bubble butt back and forth quickly to drain Remy. The excess bubbled, oozing out of that well fucked hole, dripping to the ground as the pair were glowing. “So… So much…!” the island beauty moaned, giving Remy a look of utter adoration, content, and happiness.

“You and your naughty ass…” The blue-eyed male grinned. “Worth it, no?”

“Mmm… Yours…” Malana just basked in feeling his cock twitching and throbbing in her anal tunnel, loving the feeling of being full in that part of her.

His knot then shrank, and the coyote pulled out with a wet and loving pop. His cum trickled out of the sea otter’s ass hole, causing the beauty to sigh with pleasure. “Mmm…” Remy hummed, leaning in to kiss and lick her left cheek.

“Mmm…!” the island native chirped happily.

“So… water next?” the male asked as they had yet to have underwater sex.

“Stupid…” Malana playfully scolded, pretending to be annoyed, but wasn’t, to tease Remy and stuck her tongue at him. “In other hole…”

The sea otter rose to her feet, Remy’s cum still dripping out of her tail hole, leaving a beautiful white mess between her inner thighs. The beauty could sense his eyes were on her bubble butt and backside, turning the sea otter on. Even now, Malana couldn’t get enough of the coyote and doubted she ever would. And while not as charming as Leilani or Kalea, the female mustelidae could still be like a siren. Not to drown Remy, but to lure him in for a love fuck.

“Come…” Malana said, her voice softer than usual, the glowing, longing look in her yellow eyes lovely. “Dive with me…”

Remy got up, following her to the edge of the lagoon. “Always…” he whispered, giving her a playful pat on the ass.

“Paws off!” Malana playfully scolded him, more pleased than ticked.

“Maybe it’s worth it, no?” the coyote shot back.

“Mmm… Keep up,” the sea otter said before shifting her body to dive into the lagoon.

Like a dart, Malana dove into the depths of the body of water. There was barely a splash as her form glided through the liquid, at home under the surface. Her long black hair released tiny bubbles, the sea otter’s thick rudder tail guiding her. “So… will you follow…?” Malana thought, slowing to look up and seeing his face looking down.

The next thing the island native knew was that he was diving, but in an explosion of bubbles. All the coyote saw was a blur that was the beautiful female. He tried grabbing her, but Malana was too quick. He could only imagine the loving smirk on her muzzle. “Damn!” he grumbled in his head.

Suddenly, the canine felt Malana tackle-hug him from behind. While not a teaser like Leilani could be and definitely not a flirt, that didn’t mean the tough-as-nails otter had no clue how to be. Just like both beings in the water were well aware that Remy, with the canine knot that was part of his dick’s anatomy, would always tie her to him, and that could be deadly when fully submerged underwater. Luckily, the couple knew how to have underwater sex safely without someone drowning.

Just as Remy turned his head, the male found her lips on his, not only to swap tongues and taste, but to give him more air to stay down longer with her. Even so, their paws didn’t stay still as hers jerked his massive rod, while his found her crotch, slipping a finger into her love flower. “I can’t hold it back…” Malana moaned in her native language inside her head.

Remy shuddered, her paw feeling so good on his member. He could still remember the first time having underwater sex with the sea otter. No matter how many times the pair did it in the ocean or bodies of water like the lagoon, the thrill of taking her was still there. The sensation of floating, enveloped in the warmth of the liquid depths with someone the canine cared for so deeply, was up there with doing the deed with her in their bed or on land. “God… perfect…” was all he could moan in his head.

His body was gently pushed against one of the walls of the lagoon. Malana spread her legs, her flower open, aroused, a cloud of white from her tail hole being seen as Remy’s cum from the anal creampie was still up that hole. In one movement, the two were joined, his massive cock entering her, up to the knot, filling the sea otter with love and light again. “Ugh…!” the blue-eyed male groaned internally as Malana was still so tight in her love tunnel, like her anal one, even after all this time.

“AHHHHHH!” came out of Malana’s mouth. Or that’s what it would have sounded like, but instead it was a gurgle and bubbles issued forth from her mouth. It was an even greater pleasure to feel his massive rod stretching her inner wet tunnel.

The pair found each other’s mouths, an erotic, underwater French kiss seen, tongues dancing out in the liquid as his paws cupped her bubble butt, bringing Malana in closer. She wiggled and thrusted herself, the loving movements of sex in the lagoon filling the sea otter with delight. “He’s… he’s just so big!” the female moaned in her head, amazed her body could still take every massive inch of Remy’s cock.

Remy ran his paws from her ass cheeks to her c-cup breasts, playing with the pretty nipples. “Mmm… She is perfect, no…” he thought.

The two pulled back from their kiss, which had been less about air and more about exchanging tongues and taste. Remy’s paws were back on Malana’s bubble butt, pulling the cheeks apart as her paws were on his chest, looking over her right shoulder to see his cock sliding in and out of her. The island native’s hair tumbled and waved like gorgeous black seaweed in the liquid. Malana’s limbs wrapped around Remy, being what Leilani had dubbed otterpus. Meaning an otter would wrap the arms and legs around another like an octopus. It was an intimate way of being connected, like the pair in the lagoon was.

Her eyes looked to Remy’s face, and she saw by the scrunching of it that the coyote was beginning to run out of air, so the sea otter blew some more into his lungs while kissing him. Despite the passion and desire to have the canine finish in her underwater, it quickly became apparent this time that they would have to do it with their heads above the surface while their bodies were submerged. The beauty booped the male on the nose with a finger to get his attention, pointing up. The two nuzzled and reluctantly came apart. Holding paws, the pair swam up to the surface, Remy gasping.

“You good?” he asked, cupping her right cheek with a paw.

“Yes…” Malana breathed, churring and nuzzling his cheek. “Just… no drowning…” The dazzling smile on her muzzle was breathtaking.

“Mmm...” The two kissed, and the coyote got his cock back up in her love tunnel again.

“Hoo… gods…” the sea otter moaned, feeling his massive thing stretching her tight body so deliciously.

“C’mere…” Remy growled, his teeth mate biting the sea otter on her neck. Not enough to break the fur and skin, but to place another mark of his on her.

“Haaa…!” came out of the beauty’s mouth in an adorable squeak.

“So tight…!” the coyote growled through his teeth. “You’re… tight… so much…!”

Malana’s eyes rolled up, a beautiful ahegao face appearing on her muzzle as she was utterly lost in the heavenly sensations. She barely noticed his paws were on her bubble butt, spreading the cheeks, his right middle finger up her tail hole, wiggling the digit. Her excitement began to leak into the water of the lagoon, a tiny milky cloud of white seen as another orgasm for the sea otter swiftly approached. Then Remy shoved his knot into the beauty’s love hole, tying them, every massive inch buried all the way to the hilt. The island native screamed, her love nectar rushing out with her release.

“Mmm…” Remy growled, letting go of her neck, licking and kissing her face all over.

“Hoo… gods…” the sea otter moaned, her body shaking as her blissful orgasm crashed in her veins.

“Malana…” the coyote whispered and booped her otter nose with his canine one.

“Mmm…” she churred and cupped his handsome face. “Fuck… now…”

The two locked lips, his grip moving to her ass cheeks, squeezing the lovely fur and curves. His dick was throbbing, pre-cum oozing out as her rudder tail wrapped around the coyote. The pair’s tongues danced and fought out in the open in an erotic French kiss. “Ahhhh!” Malana moaned as they came apart, a strain of salvia breaking.

“I… I can’t… hold it… much longer!” Remy moaned.

“Same…!” the sea otter gasped, her look of love and need. “Cum… inside…!”

Remy thrusted as hard as he could, despite the water resistance. The couple burst with their shared orgasm; Malana got a gorgeous ahegao face again, her tongue lolled out, eyes rolled up from the sheer pleasure. Her juices rushed out, soaking the coyote’s cock, leaking out in a cloud of white. Remy moaned as his cock exploded, a tidal wave of hot, white canine cum overflooding her body. His fat knot couldn’t hold it all in, as it bubbled out of the sea otter in another cloud of white. It was okay to cum in the beauty, for like with Leilani and Kalea, Malana was on the pill. Even if Remy was a canine, and the island native a mustelid, they could still have children, something neither had immediate plans for at the moment. Malana always made sure to take the daily birth control every morning, just as she had while getting ready today.

“So… much…!” the sea otter moaned, feeling the warmth of Remy’s seed. “You… give much…!” Remy always did, no matter how many rounds the two had sex.

The coyote was being so sweet and affectionate in the tender aftercare. His paws stroked Malana’s long hair, back, and rump, peppering her face with lovely kisses and licks. “Mmm…” he hummed before the two kissed with affection.

After what seemed an eternity, the pair smiled, kissing softly. Malana wasn’t exactly the most romantic sea otter, but even she could be kind, loving, gentle, and sweet when needed and to a point. “Good…” she churred.

“Like always?” Remy whispered.

The beauty nodded. “Yes…” Her yellow eyes were sparkling. “But… better in water…” Malana’s cocky grin came on, but it was all in good fun. The coyote booped her otter nose, making the island native giggle a little. His knot then shrank, allowing the male to pull out of her.

“I know…” The coyote kissed her wet forehead, using a finger to gently push some of her wet hair to the side with affection. “Love you…”

“I love you too…” The sea otter and canine kissed again. Though neither was sure where the future would take them, Malana and Remy knew they were in this together, for the long term.

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Author’s notes: It felt good to write this, and hopefully, something that can stand with the other things I’ve written involving the other two sea otters from the Depths series. I’m sure I’ll do more. But at least now all three ladies, Leilani, Kalea, and now Malana, have something. I’m looking forward to writing more things in the future.

-Co-lord44