Confused, her eyes swiveled about. She seemed to be standing on a raised platform somewhere along the jagged, upper lip of the tree’s innermost trunk. The center of it had been hollowed out by time and, resting some ten to twenty hands below them, the cavity had filled with rain water.
Arx was standing to one side, her chest heaving. Strangely, a number of tears had appeared along the edges of her blouse, and she was covered in welts. As though from combat.
“I was right,” she said with a growing smile. “He is here.”
“He… he is?”
Mia approached the lip of their platform to look down. The pool beneath had been cast into shadow by the hollowed shell around them, but that did nothing to obscure its clear waters. She could see every nook, every knotted whirl below its surface. And sure enough, a man was there.
His muscled back appeared as though through a glass lens, magnified and shining. Moving with a casual grace beneath the still waters.
Abruptly, her eyes crossed, and—
The water was at that perfect temperature. Just warm enough to feel like a caress against the skin but, so long as I did not exert myself too much, it was not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
I never wanted to move again. This was heaven. I just allowed the water to flow about me, letting it fill my lungs only to expel it, and the stress of the day, without care. But my relaxation was soon disturbed by the sound of splash behind me.
Surfacing, I turned to find a woman floundering about, coughing and sputtering. She did not seem to have the ability to breathe the water as I did and, with her black, skin-tight dress binding her legs, she was finding swimming difficult.
Confidently, I stroked toward her until I could nestle her soft form into the crook of my elbow then pulled the two of us over to a log that was conveniently floating nearby.
For a few moments, she seemed disoriented, but then she scrubbed some of the mud from her face and looked at me. Whatever she saw there, her eyes widened in shock.
“Hello, beautiful,” I rumbled, the bass of my voice causing tiny ripples to appear in the water. “And here I thought I was already having a nice day.”
Her mouth opened, but the only thing that came out was a nervous little giggle. She was beginning to shiver, I noticed.
Concerned now, I pulled her closer to my warmth. The water was cold, after all. A slip of a girl like her would catch her death in a pond like this.
Silence stretched between us. But not the awkward kind. We were simply lost in one another’s eyes while the afternoon breeze moaned through the branches above. God-rays slanted through the shadows of our hollowed out pool. The deep blue of the water, so rich and vivid, seemed pale and insignificant when viewed from the glorious reflections within her eyes.
Icy blue nearly to the point of being gray. Yet ringed with red. Familiar to me, but no less enticing for it.
“M-my lord?” she whispered finally, her gaze twitching as she searched my face. “Is… is that y—?”
I silenced her questions with my lips. There was no need for words.
She did not fight me. Not even for an instant. Instead, she pressed herself to me all the more. Eagerly. And with growing hunger. Her fingers crawled over the swollen muscles of my arms, her claws raked uselessly down the ridges of my back, and into my firm buttocks.
I returned the favor. She was so incredibly soft. So deliciously curved. My fingers sank into her skin, into the smooth, graceful orbs of her own backside. The mounds of her chest were crushed indelibly against the hardness of my own.
We did not need to breathe. There was only the kiss. Tongue exploring tongue. Lip to lip. Cheek to cheek. Stretching into eternity. But then her legs began riding up my own, seeking higher purchase.
I rose to meet her.
The base of my rod nestled against the slick heat between her legs, and she almost sobbed at the contact. Lazily, I slid my way backward, savoring every finger’s width of delicious friction. Her folds came alive against my hardness, seeking to draw me into her, but she could find no purchase.
Nor would I give her the satisfaction. Not yet. Just before lining up my tip with her entrance, I paused, drawing out her anticipation, then reversed course. Simply dragging along the outside of her lips.
Over and over, I repeated this. Each time, her cries of frustration rose higher. Plaintive. Begging. Her claws dug into me. She bit at my tongue. She screamed.
Finally, I allowed our kiss to end, just to see what she might do.
Her eyes had gone mad with lust. Her lips curled over her fangs, snarling with anger, but she was panting so wantonly, it only made her all the more enticing. Then she took my length into her hand.
Immediately, I crushed her to me, trapping her arm between us, and she gasped, betrayed. Yet still she squirmed, seeking to draw me in. I was having none of it. My arm was as steel, unyielding and firm.
Eventually, she realized the futility if it, and she looked up once more, her eyes swimming with need and frustration. Tears began to shine within her eyes.
“Pl-plea—“
Abruptly, a pair of feet thumped onto the log we had been resting against, sending a new set of ripples through the still lake. I let my eyes drift upward but slowly. Enjoying the sweeping lines of this new, gray-skinned goddess until I met her eyes. They seemed to sparkle with an indignant sort of rage, peering down at us over the generous mounds of her chest.
The one in my arms hissed at her with naked threat. It was a long and slow sort of thing. Wild, yet no less full of meaning. To interfere was to lose an arm. Or worse.
Amused, I hooked her lower jaw with my thumb, and she instantly bit down. But when her teeth found no purchase, she began to lick… and then to suckle upon me. Lewd, ecstatic moans began escaping her throat until she became lost within a fantasy of her own making.
And the hand encircling my manhood began working in tandem.
“What is this?” the other rumbled, her black eyes hard.
I quirked an eyebrow and let an easy grin slip over my features. “Well, now. I suppose that depends on you. I was just enjoying a nice little soak in this pond before the two of you showed up, but you are welcome to join me.”
She sucked in a breath as my words passed through her, as if their vibrations had each individually caressed her body. Her anger became uncertain. Brittle. Until her once confident posture drew in on itself.
“That might be f-fun. Or… or no, I…” She paused to allow her eyes to rove my form. I could see the battle playing out behind them. “No, this isn’t… it isn’t right. Not like this. I want… I want…”
The other froze, a look of horror stealing over her features. “No, don’t!”
“I refuse this!” the gray one shouted. A sudden wind rushed through the hollow, fanning her beautiful white hair into a frenzy. “I want my Donum!”
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Confused, her eyes swiveled about. She seemed to be standing on a raised platform somewhere along the jagged, upper lip of the tree’s innermost trunk. The center of it had been hollowed out by time and, resting some ten to twenty hands below them, the cavity had filled with rain water.
Arx was standing to one side, her chest heaving. Strangely, a number of tears had appeared along the edges of her blouse, and she was covered in welts. As though from combat.
“I was right,” she said with a growing smile. “He is here.”
“He… he is?”
Mia approached the lip of their platform to look down. The pool beneath had been cast into shadow by the hollowed shell around them, but that did nothing to obscure its clear waters. She could see every nook, every knotted whirl below its surface. And sure enough, a man was there.
His muscled back appeared as though through a glass lens, magnified and shining. Moving with a casual grace beneath the still waters.
Abruptly, her eyes crossed, and—
The water was at that perfect temperature. Just warm enough to feel like a caress against the skin but, so long as I did not exert myself too much, it was not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
I never wanted to move again. This was heaven. I just allowed the water to flow about me, letting it fill my lungs only to expel it, and the stress of the day, without care. But my relaxation was soon disturbed by the sound of splash behind me.
Surfacing, I turned to find a woman floundering about, coughing and sputtering. She did not seem to have the ability to breathe the water as I did and, with her black, skin-tight dress binding her legs, she was finding swimming difficult.
Confidently, I stroked toward her until I could nestle her soft form into the crook of my elbow then pulled the two of us over to a log that was conveniently floating nearby.
For a few moments, she seemed disoriented, but then she scrubbed some of the mud from her face and looked at me. Whatever she saw there, her eyes widened in shock.
“Hello, beautiful,” I rumbled, the bass of my voice causing tiny ripples to appear in the water. “And here I thought I was already having a nice day.”
Her mouth opened, but the only thing that came out was a nervous little giggle. She was beginning to shiver, I noticed.
Concerned now, I pulled her closer to my warmth. The water was cold, after all. A slip of a girl like her would catch her death in a pond like this.
Silence stretched between us. But not the awkward kind. We were simply lost in one another’s eyes while the afternoon breeze moaned through the branches above. God-rays slanted through the shadows of our hollowed out pool. The deep blue of the water, so rich and vivid, seemed pale and insignificant when viewed from the glorious reflections within her eyes.
Icy blue nearly to the point of being gray. Yet ringed with red. Familiar to me, but no less enticing for it.
“M-my lord?” she whispered finally, her gaze twitching as she searched my face. “Is… is that y—?”
I silenced her questions with my lips. There was no need for words.
She did not fight me. Not even for an instant. Instead, she pressed herself to me all the more. Eagerly. And with growing hunger. Her fingers crawled over the swollen muscles of my arms, her claws raked uselessly down the ridges of my back, and into my firm buttocks.
I returned the favor. She was so incredibly soft. So deliciously curved. My fingers sank into her skin, into the smooth, graceful orbs of her own backside. The mounds of her chest were crushed indelibly against the hardness of my own.
We did not need to breathe. There was only the kiss. Tongue exploring tongue. Lip to lip. Cheek to cheek. Stretching into eternity. But then her legs began riding up my own, seeking higher purchase.
I rose to meet her.
The base of my rod nestled against the slick heat between her legs, and she almost sobbed at the contact. Lazily, I slid my way backward, savoring every finger’s width of delicious friction. Her folds came alive against my hardness, seeking to draw me into her, but she could find no purchase.
Nor would I give her the satisfaction. Not yet. Just before lining up my tip with her entrance, I paused, drawing out her anticipation, then reversed course. Simply dragging along the outside of her lips.
Over and over, I repeated this. Each time, her cries of frustration rose higher. Plaintive. Begging. Her claws dug into me. She bit at my tongue. She screamed.
Finally, I allowed our kiss to end, just to see what she might do.
Her eyes had gone mad with lust. Her lips curled over her fangs, snarling with anger, but she was panting so wantonly, it only made her all the more enticing. Then she took my length into her hand.
Immediately, I crushed her to me, trapping her arm between us, and she gasped, betrayed. Yet still she squirmed, seeking to draw me in. I was having none of it. My arm was as steel, unyielding and firm.
Eventually, she realized the futility if it, and she looked up once more, her eyes swimming with need and frustration. Tears began to shine within her eyes.
“Pl-plea—“
Abruptly, a pair of feet thumped onto the log we had been resting against, sending a new set of ripples through the still lake. I let my eyes drift upward but slowly. Enjoying the sweeping lines of this new, gray-skinned goddess until I met her eyes. They seemed to sparkle with an indignant sort of rage, peering down at us over the generous mounds of her chest.
The one in my arms hissed at her with naked threat. It was a long and slow sort of thing. Wild, yet no less full of meaning. To interfere was to lose an arm. Or worse.
Amused, I hooked her lower jaw with my thumb, and she instantly bit down. But when her teeth found no purchase, she began to lick… and then to suckle upon me. Lewd, ecstatic moans began escaping her throat until she became lost within a fantasy of her own making.
And the hand encircling my manhood began working in tandem.
“What is this?” the other rumbled, her black eyes hard.
I quirked an eyebrow and let an easy grin slip over my features. “Well, now. I suppose that depends on you. I was just enjoying a nice little soak in this pond before the two of you showed up, but you are welcome to join me.”
She sucked in a breath as my words passed through her, as if their vibrations had each individually caressed her body. Her anger became uncertain. Brittle. Until her once confident posture drew in on itself.
“That might be f-fun. Or… or no, I…” She paused to allow her eyes to rove my form. I could see the battle playing out behind them. “No, this isn’t… it isn’t right. Not like this. I want… I want…”
The other froze, a look of horror stealing over her features. “No, don’t!”
“I refuse this!” the gray one shouted. A sudden wind rushed through the hollow, fanning her beautiful white hair into a frenzy. “I want my Donum!”
Seleroan
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Here's the standard plug for the Patreon. I know, I know. How tiresome. But I've got bills to pay, and starting out as a writer is not so easy.
But, hey. Extra content, right?
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