Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Freshwater Awakening (Rania Lark and darkest_fate)

Yes, the girl was close, so close. Minthe kept working and teasing, expertly manipulating the bucking human girl. She knew all too well how to work an aroused female, after all. Each little movement went noticed. A toe curled at that spot, breath hitched at another. Minthe began mentally mapping out all Ivy's pleasure zones, committing them to memory as surely as she had the confines of the woman's mouth earlier.

A shriek made Minthe giggle. Talk about breaking will. Minthe saw the widened eyes, felt the buck. She rode the princess out, moving and bucking her in time. They spread, prodded. Then: the buck. Minthe felt the girl's convulsions, and she held. Held and worked fingers. The pads rolled the bucking hips, teased clit, pleasured flesh. They worked all around, kept right on going, kept enhancing. Fingers curled within flesh, nails just teasing inside the princess's tight entrance.

A sustained scream. Minthe bent, letting the princess essentially baptize herself. Magical waters swirled about her climaxing body. Minthe kept her surfaced, listening to the screma,s feeling the movements. She kept holding the princess, teasing down the rapturous orgasm. As the princess floated, Minthe watched. She rained a few more kisses along the maiden's jawline.

A sudden twist. A shock. Minthe wasn't quite ready for Ivy to start scrambling. The naiad flailed herself, falling back into her own waters. It splashed about her, while she watched the princess scrambling to shore, attempting to cover herself. Minthe's own romantic image: gently laying the princess back onto the shore to make love proper, faded as the naiad landed on the stream bottom. she rose up, brushing back her hair.

"Usually maidens relax after an orgasm," Minthe said, pouting. "You did orgasm, right? It's perfectly natural." she started moving toward shore, keeping her gaze locked on the maiden. "And it's perfectly fine that you allowed me to do it," she reached out toward Ivy, moving to brush back some hair. "Relax," Minthe cooed. She needed to finish: she hadn't taken the princess's cherry yet, and she felt that need deep within, deep.
 
Ivy's feet found their way to the rocky river bottom and she immediately struggled her way from the swirling turquoise waters of the wading pool. Pushing her way through the currents and the water, she scrambled her way onto the shore, her feet pushing her onto her hands and knees as she crawled away, the confusion of the previous events still swirling over her mind. Was she supposed to enjoy that? What was that feeling? What was pushing in between her legs? These questions and much more were running over her thoughts as she crawled away from the water and Minthe who followed her slowly.

The Princess turned herself over to her rear as she pushed away from the shore and from the approaching Naiad as the being attempted to calm the confused human down from the ledge. Reaching out, Ivy turned her head away, unsure of what she was feeling, of what had transpired between them as she had allowed herself to be taken like that. But she found she couldn't move fast enough as Minthe's touch found its way to a strand of Ivy's wet hair that was stuck to her cheek, pushing it away from her alabaster skin.

"I-I-I don't..." Ivy struggled to collect enough of her thoughts to speak coherently but found that her sentence was cut off mid-speech as the naiad's blue-tinged fingers continued to move into her hair, caressing her head and causing a tingling wave to overcome her body.

What had Ivy done? What had she released in her naive attempt to help such a creature? The confusion was apparent in her panicked state as her chest heaved, each breath apparent beneath the translucent tunic that exposed every curve of her body. The mounds of her pert young breasts, the darkened circles of nipples in the center along with the red carpet of hair between her legs along with the curvature of her waist, the slim hips, the slight muscular legs beneath.
 
Minthe fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead letting out another cooing noise. She kept stroking the princess, petting the poor maiden. The trembling maiden clearly couldn't comprehend, and her innocent mind likely spiraled in guilt. Minthe waited, watched as the girl shivered. Her eyes fell to that chest, taking in the beauty. Those breasts, so feminine. The wet tunic plastering to them, enhancing their natural beauty. Even the dark circles. Minthe's gaze traveled downward, raking across the princess.

"Ivy," she whispered. Minthe almost winced as she felt Ivy attempting to turn away again. She went back to stroking, petting again. "You're so pretty," she leaned down, lightly kissing the princess's cheek again. "You really have helped me," she kissed again, still stroking. She kissed toward the ear, whispering into the princess. "You've heard about nymphs, right? How they're always mentioning that we're free and frolicking, and how very, very, sexual," she whispered the word darkly, her bubbly voice making it almost pop. She gave Ivy's ear a nip, "We are," she breathed.

"It's all true," she said. A hand moved to start stroking the girl's trembling body. She let her fingers twirl around the trembling abdomen. "I love making love to delicate maidens," she kissed again. "I've been doing it for so long," another kiss. "But you," she kissed again, "are so very, very beautiful. One of the most beautiful maidens I have ever seen," she rubbed the girl's abdomen, working the muscles. "You know you want it," she whispered the last. "That trembling desire just there. Relax," she drew her hand back, "let the naiad show you how wonderful your body is."

Minthe hovered over Ivy now, waves of blue hair all but shading, slightly askew. She stroked again, lowering her lips, obviously aiming for another affectionate kiss.
 
Ivy's arms held up her body as Minthe continued to stroke over her wet, auburn hair, pushing all the stray tendrils away from her face, leaving it once again only framed by the circlet on her forehead. The droplets of water still clinging to her skin glistened in the light giving the Princess' skin an ethereal glow as her mouth opened slightly in an attempt to catch her breath.

Turning her head away from Minthe as the creature approached her to lay her lips on Ivy's soft cheek, her affectionate attentions not lost on the confused Princess as he moved to soothe the panicking woman. Whispered sweet nothings suddenly turned dark as Minthe revealed her true nature, she was a nymph and Ivy immediately regretted the decision she had made to help her. Nymphs were described as sexual creatures, constantly kidnapping maidens in order to ensure they gave into the carnal pleasures, taking them from their families into the fold, marking them as their own, taking their pleasures of them until they were deemed unusable and then they were discarded to become old maids. And the darkness behind the words 'we are' whispered into Ivy's ear solidified the trouble she had entered.

But Ivy couldn't move as Minthe's hand moved over her abdomen, rubbing over her flat stomach, essentially gently pinning the princess down as she explained what she did, what she thought of the Princess as her hand moved over her lightly covered stomach, tracing the muscles and around her navel, coaxing the Princess to allow her to continue, to allow the nymph to take her once again.

Ivy found herself frozen in place as her arms collapsed behind her onto her forearms as Minthe descended over her, her lips capturing Ivy's once again in a passionate embrace, pressing against the Princess' swollen lips as Ivy's arms gave way beneath her, forcing her to lie down on the beach, completely helpless beneath the wiles of such a seductive creature.
 
Minthe could feel the last bits of Ivy's resistance crumbling beneath her. The princess probably thought it was mystical, that Minthe had cast some sort of spell or used those waters. Some of that had leaked, but Minthe worked more magic with lips and fingers, magic that even mortals could manage. Now, her lips worked, gently kissing. The liplock was decidedly less demanding: giving as much as taking. Minthe worked her blue lips against the princess's own. One hand went up, cupping some more auburn strands that had come loose, tangling in it, holding the princess.

The naiad shifted slightly, pressing her body lightly against Ivy's. She could feel the princess's warmth seeping through her, could feel the girl vibrating beneath her. Minthe's fingers teased along that abdomen, dancing and swirling, drawing patterns. They just drew up, cupping the breast, giving it a slight squeeze. Minthe pulled back slightly, smiling.

"Ivy," she said, stroking hair again, "you are such an appealing young woman. So loving and kind, so giving," she kissed the girl again, pulling her lips up. "I know your body," she kissed her way down the jawline again. "I'm going to show you pleasures you haven't considered before," she kissed down the neck, before moving down.

Minthe shifted. Her hand moved down to Ivy's likely still trembling legs. "Now, gently part, my princess,' she said, kissing again. She smiled down at her, "If you thought my fingers had been splendid, just wait till I show you what my lips and tongue can do," she gave another kiss, before moving down toward the apex of Ivy's thighs. Her hands were already moving the edges of the tunic up, pulling it slowly to show the beauty that lay beneath.
 
The sudden change in Minthe's attitude towards Ivy served to confuse the Princess even more. The new attitude that was less demanding and more affectionate served to disarm the 'willing' victim even more as her mind flooded with droves of new questions. She didn't know how to resist such advances as she had never even had men's interest in her hand yet, and to be accosted by a woman in a way that she had never been touched or approached before. By a woman who seemed so 'free', so lackadaisical in her attentions over her 'prisoner' punched holes in every societal norm in which Ivy had been brought up.

And her hands moving shamelessly over the Princess' barely clothed body only served to break down Ivy's walls even more as her fingers tangled in her fiery red locks, holding her down on the ground as her other hand moved over her stomach, her fingertips brushing over the wet tunic sending shivers up through Ivy's body as goosebumps rose up all over her skin. Then the journey continued, moving up over Ivy's breast, squeezing it playfully as Minthe broke the kiss to smile almost diabolically at Ivy, not hiding her intentions in any way as her lips moved over the Princess' pale skin, kissing her gently as her body moved gently down.

Ivy opened her mouth to respond to Minthe's declared intentions as her hands moved over the pale thighs, her touch causing Ivy to spread her legs for the naiad as the words never escaped Ivy's lips as the movement of the wet tunic up over her hips to expose her trembling sex to the cool air of the forest caused her breath to catch in her throat. Ivy lay her head back down as her legs shook in the cool air mixed with the wet tunic that was slowly sending more and more chills throughout her body as she didn't know what to anticipate or expect from the mystical being who held such control over her.
 
Such a maiden, so plying, so willing. how many a man would've dreamed to be in Minthe's position? to see the treasure that lay between Princess Ivy's thighs. The naiad may not have known Ivy as a princess, nor known much about her kingdom, but she knew men, she knew their lusts and desires. A beauty such as Ivy would've been revered, respected, aye, but secretly lusted after. Minthe would bet that at least one lonesome individual pictured the strikingly pretty, previously untouchable beauty while enjoying themselves.

Yet she lay trembling now before the naiad. Minthe gently caressed a pale, trembling leg. Her fingers ran along the soft flesh, simply rubbing, taking it in. They trailed lazily up, before delving down again. Flesh parted, trembled, and Minthe gently encouraged. Just a slight prizing apart of the pale flesh to make the journey to the promised land all the easier. Minthe reached up, brushing back some of the waves of aqua that threatened to get in the way. She brought her lips to Ivy's trembling leg, planting a gentle kiss. "I can feel you quivering, beautiful Ivy," she cooed, kissing again. Her hands moved now, caressing the princess's thighs. They gently drew over the flesh, before softly digging in.

Minthe kissed again, looking up the trembling form, wanting to see every little reaction, to read the slightest tremor. "It's going to feel wonderful," the naiad promised before laying another kiss. "I know it may be hard, but if something doesn't feel good, let me know," she kissed lower. "Or if something feels quite pleasant, well, you have ways of letting me know," she kissed lower still, moving to gently part the legs. Her hands moved to stroke Ivy's thatch of hair upon her pubis. Minthe always found it so cute that humans grew bits of hair there, and she absently stroked it now, almost combing it with her fingers.

The naiad took another breath, and lowered her face. She drew up, and gently, softly, blew upon the princess's trembling lips, still holding to her thighs, fingers just gracing hips, eyes watching every slight movement.
 
Each touch sent a new wave of pleasure up through Ivy's sensitive skin as she inhaled sharply, hissing through her teeth as her back arched slightly from the sensation. Each movement of a stroke up and down her inner thigh coaxed the Princess' legs to open even more, exposing her most intimate area more and more to the naiad kneeling between her legs. Then Minthe's head lowered, her lips disappearing from view as her fingers were replaced by the moistness of Minthe's mouth as she suckled over the pale flesh, running up her thighs, her hands moving to the outside of her legs to dig into the soft skin, holding her legs in place.

Ivy's breath came in short spurts as her chest moved up and down quickly as she planted her head against the cool stones as her teeth trembled lightly from the sensations between her legs. Then Minthe began to speak again, explaining what was going to happen, that it would be difficult for the Princess. Ivy remained silent as her words abandoned her, her mind not understanding what Minthe had meant with her words.

Then her fingers found their way into the small mound of hair laying over her womanhood, stroking the red locks as she had the hair on her head as the attention was turned from her legs to the sensitive slit joining her two legs. Then Minthe's face disappeared between Ivy's legs and the Princess felt her folds being spread before another cold wind blew over her slit, causing a moan to escape her lips, her hands gripping two smooth stones on either side of her hips as her body trembled beneath the attentions, her legs still held apart by Minthe's hands and unable to resist whatever the naiad had planned for her new pet.
 
Such trembling, quivering flesh. Minthe kept stroking it, feeling the anticipation and desire and confusion reverberating in the flesh. Her own body quivered as it so often did when she took a new maiden. Her face lowered a little more, so that her cooling breath puffed against Ivy's sex. She held there for a few seconds, savoring the moment, the smell, the sensation. Her hands moved to gently stroke, lightly petting and moving the young princess's flesh. Then a hand gently moved up, pushing slightly down upon the furred mound.

As Minthe pushed, she lowered her mouth. Lips circled sensitive flesh. The drew a kiss, just a simple plant at first, lips to lower lips. Minthe's cool blue would have felt strange even if Ivy had experienced such a sensation: she'd heard that from a few of the more daring visitors to her river. But she knew that a virgin like Ivy's head would spin. She planted several more kisses: short, simple pecks directly upon the quivering flesh. The hand not stroking the light pubic fur moved to gently spread Ivy's lower lips, baring that sweet little pearl. Minthe adjusted, and she gently pursed her lips. She lightly kissed Ivy's little button, just pressing her lips against it for a moment.

A few short kisses, and then Minthe's tongue snaked out. She lightly flicked the button, before letting out a short giggle. Lips rained more kisses in the general area, showering Ivy's virginal loins with affection. The hand not pinning moved to gently tease, stroking the area. Delicate digits moved flesh while a dexterous tongue lowered. Minthe lapped at the royal sex. The curled blue tongue drew over it, shot across like an eager child sampling a sweet. Short bursts, teasing licks. Then long, steady ones drawn straight down the center.

Minthe paused, shifting again. Her hand lowered, cupping under Ivy's bottom, gently feeling that flesh. A short temptation to tease there as well drew in the naiad, and she did let her fingers feel the soft padding. But for now, she was mostly adjusting Ivy, getting the maiden into prime positioning for the true feasting that was to come.
 
The cool breath didn't stop as it moved like the tiny tendrils of a twig over Ivy's exposed slit. Each new breath caused another shudder of arousal as her body reacted with her slit glistening with her juices as her breaths came in struggled audible gasps. her hands gripped the smooth river stones tighter as her back arched slightly, her hips moving forward slightly. Then a pressure came down atop her slit, pushing her hips down onto the ground as it pushed between her nether lips, spreading them to welcome her lips once again as Ivy's body trembled with the sensations.

Then another sensation overcame Ivy as Minthe went to work between her legs, her lips kissing gently over her most intimate region as her cool lips sent trembles of pleasure inside and up through the Princess' body. The gasps turned momentarily to moans as the cloudiness once again descended over Ivy's mind, blurring out any sensible thought as her hips bucked forward gently against the sensation. Then another hand made its way to the same spot, pulling her outer lips further open to expose the moistened flesh and the hooded pleasure nub. Then Minthe went in between her legs, her lips closing in over the nub, coaxing it out of its protective layer, intensifying the sensations Ivy was already feeling.

The gasps soon became continuous moans and cries of arousal and pleasure as Minthe continued her ministrations between her captive's legs, her tongue snaking out to claim its prize as she pressed and stroked up and down the length of the Princess' untouched womanhood, pushing her body further and further into the unknown. Ivy's eyes closed as her moans grew louder, the slight echo reverberating off the trees surrounding the clearing as the river babbled happily past the entwined women.

Her hips bucked forward once again, lifting her rear off of the cool stones and Minthe's hand found its way to one round cheek, holding her up, pressing her slit to Minthe's teasing mouth as the pleasure took over Ivy's mind, her only desire to satiate the arousal at the hands of the naiad who was wasting no time in taking her pet to the limit once again.
 
The chorus of moans and gasps coming from the princess encouraged Minthe. The naiad knew the type before: a poor maiden simply too overwhelmed by the experience to do more than simply let it wash over her. Minthe fully intended to continue that sensation, continuing to trample Ivy's structured resistances. After all, she'd have to convince a princess to let her be her first, and that would take some doing.

Less so with those moans. Minthe kept lapping, adding a wet countermelody to Ivy's continued groans. She lifted the princess's delicate form slightly, before sliding back, her own feet starting to touch her home waters. Minthe shifted her grip yet again, sandwiching princess flesh between her two hands. She dipped her head then, mouth wide. The lips closed, sucking tender flesh between them. A wet slurping could be heard from between Ivy's legs as the naiad suckled upon her, taking in the sweet taste of virginal fluids. The naiad simply slurped for a few seconds. Hands gently pressed as if she could juice the poor girl.

Her moved then, working along the girl's nether lips. They expertly worked the sensitive flesh, eating without teeth, gumming the tender area. She let her teeth graze a few times, just nudging against sensitive areas. Once she drew her mouth up, just let a bit of teeth touch upon that shocking button. Then Minthe sucked again, her own cheeks caving in.

The hand above shifted. It still pressed palm down upon furred mound, but now fingers moved to spread. It pulled at the princess's tight entrance, rubbing gently in small circles. The naiad's mouth descended, and her tongue slid into the girl's sex. Short, frantic motions, sawing back and forth rapidly at just the entrance began. In, out, in, out in a frenzy, teasing that first bit. Then she started curling, drawing intricate shapes within the girl (Minthe had learned the elfish alphabet was the best for tonguing a maiden). The dexterous tongue twisted and turned inside the princess, working her virginal sex, letting wet naiad drool and spittle intermingle with whatever drizzled from between those royal thighs.
 
And trample she was. Ivy's struggle to end the tryst between her legs was proving more difficult with each passing moment, her clouded mind breaking down her thoughts to submerge her within the pleasures at the behest of all else. She was not thinking clearly as her hips gyrated against the sensations pouring over her womanhood, the naiad's skills all too evident in her treatment of her new treat. Ivy couldn't resist as her body took over from her mind, her carnal, primal desires taking over her rational thoughts as Minthe continued to move her tongue up and down over the entirety of her sensitive slit.

The mixture of the water swirling and babbling past them intermingled with the light slurping sounds as Minthe lapped gently at Ivy's soaking sex created a song that rose up into the air as it mixed with the struggled gasps and moans of the Princess as she succumbed to the naiad's movements. Her body slid limply closer to the water's edge as Minthe moved her hands once again to press Ivy's rear and her mound together as her mouth continued its movements over their victim's nether regions, ensuring that Ivy felt the entirety of each flick of the tongue, each suckle of the inhales, each nip of teeth over her sex, pulling her further and further down the rabbit hole.

Then her teeth moved over Ivy's newly exposed pleasure nib, nipping it at it to illicit a cry of pleasure as her breath escaped her chest in a deep exhalation. Then the fingers of the hand holding her hips down spread out, pushing down over her clit, tracing over it to keep Ivy's state euphoric as her tongue moved inside the Princess' womanly tunnel, tracing over the inside of her body as her finger insisted its movement to ensure that Ivy remained in the state of confusion and arousal, completely oblivious to everything going on around her, at what was happening to her. All that mattered then was her arousal and the release that Minthe seemed to hold onto between her legs, coaxing Ivy to give up control of her body to the naiad.
 
Minthe could almost taste Ivy's mind crumbling and giving way to the pleasures. That almost always happened: the girls coming to realize that their bodies were not something to keep under wraps, something to contain. That they should free themselves, especially if they were strikingly beautiful, such as Ivy. The princess deserved to have someone like Minthe supping upon her beautiful sex. To have a naiad consuming her virginal fluids and working her into a true sexual frenzy. Far, far better this than some bumbling noble who hadn't a clue what to do with a woman.

A cry: yes, the little spice of nibbling the bit helped oh so much. Minthe was almost tempted to feast solely upon that, to work it till Ivy all but screamed in agony. But she knew that a poor course in general, particularly for a virgin. There was so much more of a body to work, and Minthe went about playing the princess's body expertly. Fingers pressed, creating an outside physical tension to better augment the internal that must be raging within the princess's loins. The naiad could already feel Ivy's tight sex gripping, and her slight, constant pressure would only close those walls further, force the pleasure down further into her core.

Minthe's tongue began curling and swirling, flailing in practiced letters. Spelling "Ivy" in Elfish proved particularly intriguing, resulting in several intricate loops and fancy swirls, all contained within a virginal sex. Minthe drew back, spittle and bits of princess juice connecting. She took a few sucking breaths, shifting again. The upper hand began massaging the hood covering that tender button, working it. Steady motions contained a constant pressure. The mouth descended, lips wrapping tight. Slurping, feasting noises came from Minthe's connected mouth while she worked. Her tongue slid as far within, stretching to fill the princess as best it could. Fingers dug to alter, to give her the best angle. Minthe's tongue did not simply flail: it explored, sought forth Ivy's most tender areas to tease and work and move. All the while the lips outside gently moved, the fingers massaged, every bit of Minthe worked along Ivy's hips and loins, teasing princess flesh where she could reach.
 
Ivy couldn't think straight as more and more new feelings exploded with each movement of Minthe's lips and tongue. Her body responded in kind, her hips bucking forward, her back arching as the naiad explored her insides, her body tensing around the tongue, pulling it deeper and deeper into the Princess' core as her carnal desires moved her body, her moans and cries of pleasure rose up to the sky as her body was lifted further into euphoria. Her core begged for more attention, her loins craved the touches of Minthe's fingers as they moved up over her thighs and hips, holding Ivy close so the naiad could take her more and more.

Ivy's tight womanhood pulled and tugged at the invading appendage as Minthe took her time to ensure that every inch of Ivy's sex was taken and explored by her mouth and tongue, ensuring that not one cell of her womanhood was a stranger to her attentions. There was no turning back for Ivy as her body gave into the attentions as she was sent on a careening path towards an explosion. Ivy's hips swayed back and forth as her spine arched up completely off the ground, her body reveling in the touches, the massages as Ivy's hands worked up over her hips, pressing her sex harder against the invader within while goosebumps rose all over her body, her hands tensing up alongside her shoulders as her head turned back and forth as the pleasure invaded every inch of her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff of climax that Minthe evidently wanted to push her off. The water still glistening over her pale flesh was starting to mix with the saltiness of sweat as beads began to run down over her skin, her toes curling under as her cries turned to struggled shrieks of pleasure.
 
Hmm, it took longer than Minthe would have anticipated. Perhaps so much tension had built within the sheltered princess that it was about to snap beautifully. The thought nearly made Minthe giggle again, and likely were her mouth not preoccupied, it would do that. Instead she shifted, sucking and licking and extending her tongue all the further. She could feel the aching need within that sex: to be filled, to be teased, to be taken. Sometimes it was quite nice to use fingers and tongue, and some women certainly preferred it. It seemed as if Ivy may be one of those.

But ah: they were only in the first act. Minthe smiled, her tongue shifting. It swirled and drew, curling up, hitting the roof of Ivy's sex. It twisted in serpentine coils, writhing within the walls. Minthe glided her tongue in and out then, pushing down hard against the sex. She lifted trembling bottom, she pressed rubbed atop. Her mouth shifted angle, diving deep, deep as her tongue could delve into a virgin sex. The tongue plowed now, teasing forsaken for raw, passionate tonguing. It fucked the princess, ramming back and forth into her with almost machine-like precision.

The tension above increased. Minthe pressed just a bit harder, now moving from massaging clitoral hood to gently grinding, working against it. She added pressure, increasing it ever so slightly only to let it ebb. Then increase. Then ebb, sometimes moving in time with the thrusting tongue. Her lower hand began squeezing the bottom, as if she could further knead or wring out the girl's aching climax.

Cum for me, my pretty, kind princess, shower my mouth with your ecstasy.
 
Ivy's cries of pleasure only seemed to heighten Minthe's movements both within and outside of the Princess' wanting womanhood. Each flick of the tongue sent new waves of pleasure up through her insides, while the expert movements of the naiad's hands served to ensure that any external movements on her skin, flicks of her fingers over her pale skin was enough to keep Ivy in a constant state of arousal as the climax came ever closer.

Gasps and sharp inhales mixed with the cries of ecstasy as Minthe shifted her movements again, this time her tongue beginning its probing straight into Ivy's womanhood, moving in and out in a steady rhythm that began slow while speeding up with each thrust. The naiad's hands then moved to flick and press on her upturned sex, creating a sort of sexual dance between the two to ensure that Ivy's climax would come and would explode with a force the Princess had never experienced before.

And that fall off the cliff of climax did not wait much longer as Ivy's hands pressed down on the ground along with her head as she released one final scream of pleasure as every muscle in her body tensed, her toes and fingers curled under, her eyes closed tightly as her hips lifted up. The first true climax resulted in an spray of juices that exploded from Ivy's slit, showering Minthe's mouth with exactly what she wanted.

The orgasm came hard and seemed to last for an eternity, zapping every ounce of energy from the Princess to achieve it. Her screams of ecstasy lasted just as long until she did not have the strength to speak or even utter a sound. Ivy collapsed down onto the cool stones as her chest rose and fell with each struggled breath as her legs fell to the sides, keeping her soaked womanhood completely exposed as the euphoria made her mind blank as her muscles relaxed, refusing to move as she lay there on the riverbank, obscenely splayed and barely dressed, completely lost in her climax.
 
Minthe felt the bucking princess jerk within her yet again. A sharp scream, a tensed body, all alerted the careful naiad to precisely what she wanted. She moved in time, stuck her tongue out deep, curled it, drawing out that orgasm. A steady spray of juice followed, and Minthe slurped up as much as she could. More of it splattered against the naiad's face, ironically wetting the water nymph with virginal fluids.

But Minthe didn't let it end with that spray. She kept coaxing, moving her tongue, twirling and pressing and squeezing the bucking princess. She felt screams more than heard, felt them reverberate, felt them lift her mouth and jerk hips toward her. All the while Minthe remained glued, kept her mouth stuck to convulsing sex, kept her hands holding, pleasing and squeezing. Minthe moved in time, not resisting, but guiding, turning motions inwards for greater pleasure or letting them flow out. The naiad all but conducted the girl's orgasm, stretching it with expert skill and timing.

Finally, there would be no more. Minthe kept locked, gently lapping about the sex, cleaning it. She helped lower Ivy to the stone, letting the princess bask in post-orgasm bliss. The naiad took another sip of sweet juices, before pulling up. She looked at the panting, blissed princess, smiling. Her hands moved to gently stroke Ivy's sides, while she shifted slightly. Doubtless Ivy thought their coupling over, an illusion that Minthe had every intention of dispelling quickly.

The naiad all but mounted the splayed princess. She moved to cup the chin, directing the princess's mouth. Without a word, certainly without permission, Minthe took those trembling lips in her own. She kissed the princess gently. Yet her tongue slid, letting a little of those virginal fluids enter the shivering girl, letting her taste herself. Minthe held for moments, parting slowly, mouth turning into a smile.

"Dear Ivy," she all but purred, stroking auburn hair. "I know you feel so splendid now,' she let a hand trail down, playing along Ivy's abdomen, "so spent, so happy," she reached and gripped one of the girl's hands. Gently Minthe drew it to her own aching sex, the deep blue slit aching and moist. "But now I ache and want for you, and," she drew the girl's hand over her slit, before moving to kiss Ivy's chin, "I want to be your first," she whispered, sliding a little intoxication into the words. "I want to finish making love to you," she shifted, pressing her own sex dangerously near the princess's, letting her feel it, "but I want to hear you ask for it," she kissed Ivy again, shifting so that she loomed over her. Both arms extended to either side of Ivy, and the flow of aqua surrounded her like a curtain. Violet eyes shimmered with affection and lust, looking down upon her. Lips and cheeks still glistened with juices. Delicate, decidedly feminine hips, slightly canted against the princess's own, gently asking permission while also demanding the princess give way and admit to what she experienced.
 
Ivy remained lying for only a few moments before she felt the cool presence of Minthe moving up over her body, resting her hands on either side of the Princess' head as she didn't allow her to regain her strength. Ivy couldn't fight as Minthe claimed her mouth again, dripping salty liquid down Ivy's throat, her own body tasting her own juices from climax as Minthe ensured that her pet consumed a part of herself as she was pulled to the bottom of the rabbit hole of pleasure.

But it was not over for the exhausted Royal as Minthe broke apart the kiss, just as Ivy's eyes opened, her vision glazed over in the post-climax bliss and exhaustion. Her words were muffled, as if they were coated with a soft, plush fur as Minthe took a gentle hold of Ivy's hand moving it between her own legs, pushing the Princess' fingers against her own warm, dripping slit as Minthe spoke softly, almost comforting, about wanting to be Ivy's first. It was a question that Ivy was wont to comprehend. Opening her mouth to ask, the words wouldn't come as Minthe's words invaded her mind, pushing her down further onto the ground, her body splayed and wanting what the naiad offered. To finish making love to her.

Thus the questions did not emerge. Instead the cool feeling of Minthe spread over Ivy's exhausted body coaxed a response from the Princess that even she did not see coming. Her word flowed from her mouth in a long, drawn out, breathy phrase as if Ivy had consumed too much wine to walk. "Please, be my first," they were the only words Ivy could muster, her own mind not understanding exactly what she was asking for. How she was asking it. It was the last step to give in to Minthe, to cleave herself to the other woman with her entire being.
 
"I so love those words," Minthe whispered breathily. She seized Ivy's lips, kissing her hard. The motion almost didn't match what one would picture upon hearing "kiss." It was a claiming of sorts, an assertion. Lips bursting passion down upon an oh so willing girl, seizing forth. As Minthe kissed, she altered her position. Her blue body seemed to almost meld over Ivy's gliding over her. Fabric scrunched between them, rubbing against flesh soft and wet. Minthe could feel her breasts pressing down against the girl's, their nipples nearly touching one another, dragging across it.

Minthe's sex didn't quite land where she wanted. She could feel it grazing against a thigh. The motion made the naiad groan in frustration. Her own hips had started bucking, swaying and gently rocking, her need starting to leak out in bodily motions. Even now she smeared nymph fluids along royal flesh, anointing the princess with what only a few lucky mortals experienced. Minthe didn't look, let instinct and rhythm guide her. The rocking hips soon collided. Minthe could feel her aching loins glide, but not along Ivy's own, not at first. Instead she ruffled the red fur with her lips. Minthe broke her kiss to chuckle, rocking her hips a few more times. She wet the princess's garden of hair with her own juices, before arching slightly, almost catlike. Her eyes certainly took on a predatory gleam.

Her hips rolled down, pressing against Ivy's own. The motions weren't quite aligned, but were close enough for hot princess flesh to feel the weeping naiad's. Minthe drew her hips, half expecting to see steam. She hazarded a glance, seeing bits of fluid connecting her to the virginal princess. Not quite enough. Minthe let out a slight grunt of frustration. She bent down, moving and shifting the princess. Their legs interlocked with one another, Minthe all but straddling the princess, both slightly twisted.

"There we go," the nymph breathed. She reached for Ivy's hands, grabbing them in her own. Her own hips ground then, this time landing home. She pressed and pressed hard against Ivy's likely still tender, still virgin sex. The naiad rolled her hips pressed down hard for pressure. She leaned her lips up, kissing first, then taking a bite of lip, pulling out while she ground back. She clenched her hands as she released lips, before pulling hips forward again, sliding her wet, wanting body over the princess's. Minthe could already feel the tension coiling within her, her breathing deepening, flesh coloring a blue-violet as her own arousal became all the more apparent.
 
Ivy couldn't move as Minthe claimed her lips, this time with an assertion the Princess hadn't experienced. It was almost as if the naiad was taking her as her own, marking her as property, as belonging to the mystical creature. The coolness of Minthe's body spread over Ivy as she lowered herself down onto the human lying beneath her, her movements sporadic, yet still calculated as she first landed across Ivy's thigh, spreading her juices out over the exposed flesh as her hips rocked back and forth with need as their mouths remained glued together during the movement.

And then Minthe began to slide her hips up over Ivy's thighs while moans vibrated through the locked lips to entrance Ivy even more within the climactic embrace. Ivy couldn't resist the naiad as she then moved her slit over the human's mound, pressing down over her small tangle of hair, spreading her juices over that as well, dousing them in the salty, sticky liquid as it dripped from her own wanting womanhood, marking her again.

Then Minthe broke the kiss, releasing the quiet moans into the air once again as Ivy's hips bucked forward, pressing against Minthe's as she moved her own back and forth over the Princess' sore, tight tunnel. Then Ivy felt the steady drip of Minthe's liquids falling over her womanhood, mingling with her own spent cum as she hissed in inhalation, her insides being claimed by the naiad as well as she moved over her human. Then Minthe moved again, this time tangling their legs together in some form of loving embrace, locking the women together in the throes of their arousal as Minthe found her core.

Ivy's hands were pulled up from the ground as Minthe then leaned down, claiming her mouth again with a rough kiss, her tongue exploring the cavern of Ivy's mouth before releasing her mouth to take hold of her lip, forcing Ivy's head up off the ground as her lip was stretched slightly upwards, trapped between the being's teeth as she took her willing prize. Their hands clenched in rhythm with the movements of Minthe's hips as she slid over Ivy's slit, rubbing against her wet womanhood and spreading the naiad's moisture all over it as the sounds of pleasure filled the air.
 
The princess wanted it, bodily if nothing else. Those canting hips told Minthe all too clearly that the royal was more than willing to give her virginity, that precious commodity, to the mystical spirit. The idea sent a shiver through Minthe, letting more of her core drizzle juices onto her near prize below. She felt another tremble soon follow, less out of some mental desire, and more out of her own building lust.

A messy frenzy took Minthe as she ground. Her hips moved almost wildly, pressing against her human lover. The naiad arched and rolled, shoving Ivy's body down onto the rock. She leaned forward, rolling hips as she did to provide the most possible friction to her quivering sex. That sex wept, more juices intermingling with the human woman's to create a mixture. Minthe painted their loins with that fresh coat. Both female's lower halves glistened with their own arousal, the heat of their slippery coupling nearly forming curls of steam.

Minthe took another overeager bite, before parting, panting as she looked down at the human below. Her hand moved to stroke that quivering face, momentarily releasing. "Such a beautiful creature," the naiad breathed, shuddering again, hips jerking. "Royal beauty raised ever so carefully," she all but slammed her hips, grinding hard. She moved to kiss again, pulling back, realizing that she'd been a little too rough there: lovemaking, not fucking, always lovemaking for the first time. Still, Minthe's fingers twitched, eager to twine in those auburn locks and fully take her willing princess. "You're going to cum for me, Ivy," whispered Minthe, kissing hungrily again. "I want to hear you crying out in pleasure as you give yourself to me," she breathed huskily, rolling hips, moving the free hand down to encourage Ivy. Hook around the naiad, prepare for the true climax. "Let me hear you," she bit the lip, before kissing at the jaw, quivering in raw anticipation for her lover's immanent release.
 
The grinding of the two womanhoods and the smell of the mixture of their juices as it coated both of the their lower bodies made Ivy's body move ever faster, grinding her own sex against Minthe's as her body was willingly giving up it's innocence, her virginity to the naiad who had claimed her mouth once again. Moving faster and faster with each slide along each of their sexes made Ivy's moans all the louder.

Then Minthe claimed Ivy's mouth again, pushing her body down hard against the ground as she claimed her prize. Ivy's strength was still sapped as her body was sent once again careening towards a climax. Her muscles spasming beneath the attentions as Minthe whispered huskily, darkly about Ivy giving herself to the naiad. Of demanding her body to explode for her. Minthe's fingers went back to their work between Ivy's legs, splitting her womanly lips to run and flick over the sensitive nub that was still tender and exposed from her previous climax as Ivy's moans began to slowly turn to screams of pleasure. Her muscles trembled as Minthe leaned down again, claiming Ivy's open mouth, biting and stretching her lip out from her mouth again to avoid muffling the heigthened sounds of pleasure.

Ivy careened back towards climax as her toes curled, her fingers curled to grip Minthe's as her screams echoed up into the trees. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she came again, her own juices exploding once more from her body, intermingling with Minthe's steady drip as her arousal took over her thoughts, her body taking over her mind as her salty liquids began to form a small pool beneath her and coated her sex and legs with the glistening, sticky, white liquid. Her screams of pleasure were echoing throughout the clearing as her voice left her, her breath the only husky sound that could escape her lips as she collapsed once again, this time barely conscious from the exhaustion Minthe had caused as their bodies remained tangled together, Ivy's body completely given to Minthe.
 
Minthe felt the princess's spasms. They shook her own body, jarring the tension in her lower abdomen. She quivered, her sex leaking a little more onto the overwhelmed princess. My, was the princess suddenly vocal! Those sharp cries ran down Minthe's spine, making the naiad tremble in raw delight. She felt them quivering in her loins, her own orgasm starting to well up from within. She bit the lip, she heard the cry.

A curl, a break, legs shaking against her own. "Yesss," Minthe hissed, stroking her lover. One hand through hair, abandoning the other's hand. The other moving to pet that lower thatch of hair. Minthe could feel the girl exploding beneath her. She arched back, pinned down, as if to absorb the orgasm. Minthe let out her own sharp groan as she trembled down. A hand left the princess to pink her own nipple, drawing the mound into a sharp burst of dark blue. Minthe's lip curled as she bit, thrusting down, cumming hard against her new lover. It burst forth, running down and anointing their conjoined loins. Minthe felt it, felt her body shake, jerk, spasm, once, twice.

Another powerful shake took her and she ground against the princess, running her own quivering sex over the princess's, not caring if Ivy was still cumming or not. The orgasm shook and guided, until Minthe pulled back, still trembling, watching the panting princess. "So pretty," Minthe cooed again, once more stroking Ivy's cheek. She gave the princess a light kiss before giggling. "Now," she reached up, grabbing Ivy's circlet of gold, still tangled in her hair, "I'm going to take this,' she reached up and placed it on her own head, before rising up. Her legs were unsteady, sure, but Minthe suspected she'd need to move. This time, she couldn't very well expect the princess to just wander off and leave her, like Minthe regularly did. Plus, Minthe had waited long enough to leave.

Still, the naiad brushed a hand over her still quivering abdomen. "OH, you were so lovely," she bent down, pushing fingers into the princess's open mouth, giving her a taste before pulling back. "Technically, you're not a virgin pure anymore: we just made love. However," she tapped the princess's abdomen before rising, "I didn't tear anything. At least, not on purpose, so you should be alright for a clueless noble. Just tell the truth: you've never lain with a man before," Minthe strode over to her stream, looking at it, primping slightly as she readied herself for her new journey.
 
Ivy felt the cooling explosion between her legs as Minthe shared in the orgasm, exploding over her as well as her hands moved over Ivy's nearly naked body. Ivy couldn't move as her hands fell back from the exhaustion after being released from the naiad's grasp, as the Princess lay splayed out on the ground. Her legs felt like wet noodles as Minthe's orgasm subsided, her own voice husky as she scrambled to catch her breath as well, though the naiad's recovery was a lot quicker. Ivy turned her head slightly to press her cheek into Minthe's cooling touch on her face but that too was pulled away as the naiad moved to pull the golden circlet from her head. Then the sudden invasion of sticky, salty fingers invaded Ivy's mouth and her eyes widened in surprise as Minthe ensured to coat the inside of the Princess mouth with the mixture of their juices.

Ivy couldn't fight back as the last piece of royal decoration was pulled from her, leaving her unrecognizable as a member of the monarchy. As she lay panting, she appeared just as any peasant would who had just been ravaged, her legs splayed open as Minthe left her to lie alone as she explained that they had just made love. Ivy had never felt such a sensation before and Minthe's words rang with a muffle as the Princess struggled to collect her thoughts.

Ivy lay for a moment as her breath slowed to that of relaxation. She struggled to turn onto her side, the tunic still pulled up over her hips as her legs were coated in the sticky juices of their collective climax as Minthe left her to tend to her own appearance, primping herself as she placed the circlet upon her own head, shifting the balance of power in her favour, away from Ivy who struggled to sit up. Her arms felt like jelly and seemed to refuse to obey her thoughts as her body continued to tremble, her muscles screaming with exhaustion. There was no way she would run and Ivy didn't think she would be able to walk for a little time as well, so she remained seated, her expression a mixture of confusion over Minthe's words of their tryst and the euphoric state post orgasm.
 
Yes, Minthe looked quite lovely now, basking in the afterglow. Her skin had a flushed, almost shimmering quality to it. The naiad quite liked the dotting of moisture around her nethers as well, enough that she ran her fingers over it, sampling. Ivy was quite appealing, as far as pretty little things went. Likely she would be quite trainable, malleable, as it were. Some lucky noble would get her and likely break her. "Pity," the naiad said, shrugging. It certainly didn't matter to her.

If her memory served, she had a stash of various trinkets stored just a short trip upstream, at one of her preferred lodgings. She'd simply swim up that way, gather her things, and likely be on her way from there. Minthe turned, giving the princess another look. Poor Ivy didn't look in her right mind, which did pull at the naiad's heartstrings slightly.

"Princess," the naiad said, walking back and kneeling, "you look quite a mess," she reached up, stroking back some hair from the princess again. "Here," she tucked it back, nodded, then looked down. Didn't most humans prefer to cover themselves? Well, Minthe thought that silly. Far more important to make sure that beautiful hair was properly attended to. Minthe spent a few seconds combing it out with her fingers, frowning as she did. "I have a comb nearby. I was intending to go there to gather some things before I leave my river," she smiled, leaning to peck Ivy on the cheek, "you released me from the river!" she let out a giggle, reaching up to brush back hair. "So I'll get it, help you get all prettied up then."

With that, Minthe turned and gracefully dove into the water, the motion perfectly smooth. She shot upriver without any worry or stress, paddling up and up until---

sudden searing pain. Minthe shrieked, bubbles rising up. She paused, panting, staring at the water. Her body momentarily dissolved as she pushed forward. She knew this sensation: it was the pain of leaving her life source, of leaving the river. But she was in the river. Minthe felt the draining sensation again, less pain, more an ebbing of her very life. Frowning, she reared back, pulling out of the water and to the shore, panting. Yes, she was fine with the water. It was like... a circle and---

"Oh no," Minthe mumbled, rubbing at her face. "Oh no, oh no," she'd... "That princess!" the snarling naiad dove back into the water swimming like mad back toward where she left Ivy, suddenly finding that locating her was proving all too easy.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom