"Can I have the bottom?" you ask.
"Of course," Genie says.
Your heart is racing, your palms are sweaty and a million thoughts are racing through your head. You never expected to make love as a female, let alone as an otter.
It would be easy to say no and stop here. But, it's not what you want. Your body is screaming for this and you can tell that his is as well.
You climb onto the bed and lie on your back. Genie joins you moments later. You gulp as you feel the weight of his body on top of yours. You take several deep breaths.
"You okay?" he asks.
"I'm fine, just a little nervous," you say.
"Do not worry of morale issues. Having the ability to take different forms has taught me that the body is but a conduit, a vessel if you will. It is a means to an end. The spirit is what really matters," Genie says. "Gender roles are societal thing. Even as a female, you can be as much of a man as any man. Enjoying sex as female will not degrade that."
You look at Genie, consider his words and nod your head. Truth is, you want him to make love to you. Perhaps you just needed some external validation.
"Thanks, I guess I just needed you to say that," you say.
Genie's body is warm on top of yours, his scent is musky and a bit dirty but that only enhances your arousal. You inhale his scent and run a hand down his soft belly stopping just short of his manhood. You've never felt an urge to let a male make love to you before but now you do; boy do you ever! Hormones flood your mind, you feel damp between your legs and your entire body feels warm. You want him and you want him *now*.
"Genie, oh my God, I -- now," you cry.
Genie smiles, his expression loving but you definitely see the lust in his eyes. But, it's loving, not predatory. He wants you to enjoy this. He cares for you, is grateful that to you freed him and wants to show it physically.
You lie back and brace yourself before he enters you.
When he does, you gasp.
This is happening, this is actually happening!
It's different then how it sexual pleasure felt as a man but in a delightful way.
it feels natural and right, as though you were always meant to be a female otter. It's bliss, it's ecstasy -- it's heaven.
Both you and Genie rock back and forth and moan in plasure. His pleasure only enhanses your own. Knowing you're giving another such pleasure makes you feel wonderful in ways you never knew existed.
Sweat forms under your fur, your tails curl around each other as though operating with minds of their own. It doesn't detract from the experience, it enhances it.
If all good things must end then you know what must happen to great thing. Both of your right legs quiver, you both gasp. You feel a familiar building.
It builds and builds -- and builds. You feel like you're going to explode!
Then your dance comes to an end with a climax that brings the house down.
You gasp and lose yourself in the moment, one that's worth every moment leading up it and indeed, every moment of life that led to it!
Genie withdraws from you.
You both need a few minutes to stop panting and for your heart rates to go back to some semblance of normality.
"That was wonderful," you say as you run a hand down Genie's nape.
"For me too," Genie says. "Thank you for allowing me to experience that. It had been so long and..."
Genie leans close to you. "It was wonderful."
"Thank you for letting me experience it," you say between breaths.
Can you go back to being male after this? You're not sure. You're not worried about that at the moment. But, you do wonder what happens next.