[F] Reagents by the Book [fantasy] [bstent] [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts]

As the sun began to set the drizzle grew more insistent, and seeking to get out of the weather for the night Mara Mara found a likely tree to scuttle up. Safely nestled in the branches she placed herself against the trunk and looked over her travel notes. Researching a new ritual she had come to realise she needed living water, and searching the college from top to bottom (or at least as well as could be done) she had come to realise that none was available.

Help had come, as it often does, from an unusual place. While the book containing the descriptions and steps for the ritual had provided no clue as to where it could be found, and the most helpful book on the subject of magical reagents had simply outlined its properties and profundities, it had been an altogether less scholarly work that had finally put her on the trail; volume four of an eight-volume work on magical creatures and how their lusts and greeds could be put to use for a mage willing to do what it took to gather rarer reagents.

A most particular beast, she had learned, lives in the forest, willing enough to impart living water on travellers willing to join with it. The book had been uncharacteristically quiet on the details of what exactly that meant, but had at least put her on the trail of _where_ the beast may be found, and what she had been able to piece together from other sources left her somewhat certain that she would, if nothing else, be able to spot it when she saw it.

After stowing her notes she sat for a while in the branches, watching the dark red sunset, before dozing off in the bough. This wasn’t her first nap in the treetops, but she hoped there wouldn’t be many more before she had at least found what she was looking for. This deep part of the forest was wild and magical, and as she dozed her dreams were vivid and not a little stimulating; when a trickle of water running down the trunk she was sleeping against snuck between her neck and the fabric of her grey wool tunic she found she very much needed to finish the path her dreams had set her on before she managed to make her self drop down through the branches and into the thick undergrowth.

Between the sweat the morning ritual had put on her and the warmth of the summer sun through the leaves, Mara Mara soon found herself in desperate want of a cool bath, and fortune, as it always did, smiled upon her; climbing over a gentle rise she found the forest opening up into a sizeable clearing, a large, tranquil pool at its heart. The petrichor seeping from tree and grass gave the glade a deep, heady smell, and indeed taste, and Mara Mara, regarding the water, found she wanted nothing so much as to slip into it.

Without further thought she was quick to slip out of her leathers and tunic, and depositing them in the damp grass slipped naked into the pond, finding the water both warmer than she would have expected and more shallow than its colour would suggest, but she paid neither much heed as she lowered herself into it, her entire body tingling softly as she was submerged and the wear of the road drained from her.

For a while she sat quietly, eyes and ears closed to the world, blocking out aught else but the warm feeling of the water on the skin, before a realisation dawned on her.

“So this is living water…” she mused quietly to nobody in particular, her eyes shooting open as she heard a soft giggle from behind her.

In a flash she was on her feet in the middle of the pool, looking wildly around, but nobody was to be seen behind her.

“Not quite.” a soft, bubbly voice came from behind her, and again she spun around to find nobody.

“This is… well, me.” the voice continued, its source unseen, as the water rose up and embraced her from behind. “But I could part with living water, as you call it, for a price.”

The grip was light, so it didn’t take much for Mara Mara to free herself and spin around to finally get eyes on the source of the voice. A column of the water had risen to about her own height, vaguely human, or rather elven, in form, at least until the waist, where their form softened and spread out into the surface of the water. Their soft features were not so much those of a man or a woman, but more a strange amalgamation; an imperfect imitation such as an inexperienced sculptor might make not realising that the illustrations they had for reference represented two different things.

A hundred questions were racing through Mara Mara’s mind, but in the end only one seemed of particular value.

“What price?” she asked, looking the creature over.

The soft creature gave her a soft smile. “As much as I appreciate my solitude, the occasional wanderer affords me a much relished opportunity for some… fun.” it said, gesturing vaguely. “Join me for a bit of fun, and I’m sure I can fulfil any need you have.”

“And when we’re done”, it continued with a grin, “you’ll even get to leave with the living water you are after.”

“What kind of fun?” Mara Mara asked, already having a pretty clear idea, strengthened by the sudden tingling of the water against her sex.

The creature giggled again, dropping into the water to reappear behind Mara Mara once more, wrapping its arms around her waist, surprisingly solid lips on Mara Mara’s ear.

“The kind of fun you sought in your dreams last night, perhaps?” the creature whispered, sending a shiver up Mara Mara’s spine.

Even seeming made from water, everything about the creature, at least where it chose to assert itself, felt like flesh where it met Mara Mara’s own, and where its small breasts brushed against her back she felt as if its heartbeat, or something like it, throbbed against her.

“You can see my dreams?” Mara Mara asked, trembling as she realised the fun had already begun; a sliver of the watery flesh had formed below the tranquil surface of the pond and was idly exploring the folds and shapes of her sex.

“After a fashion.” the creature purred. “When you seek out the forest spirits in your dreams we can influence, or, for someone particularly attuned, join.”

“And as a mage, well, there are hardly anyone more attuned than you…” it continued. “The part where you turned into a doe and was mounted by a stag, that was me.”

“Was it?” Mara Mara panted with a nod.

“Did you like it?” the creature asked with a nibble to Mara Mara’s ear.

“It was certainly…” Mara Mara panted softly, weighing her words carefully, “a new experience.”

“And isn’t knowledge what mages seek above all else?” the creature whispered.

“I suppose…” Mara Mara got out with a soft squeal as the sliver below the water wrapped itself around her sensitive bud.

“This should be of particular interest then.” the creature said with a giggle, dissolving suddenly into a great splash of water; the teasing tendril disappearing as well.

Drenched, Mara Mara stood in the heart of the pool, looking around in confusion. Before she could come to think the creature had disappeared, however, it reasserted itself, this time as a pair of thick, snake-like tendrils shooting out from below the water to wrap up her arms, a second pair forming out of the water below and ensnaring her legs.

_Don’t worry_ a quiet voice whispered into Mara Mara’s mind as the tendrils lifted her from the water to keep her suspended above the surface of the pool, _I’ll be gentle._

_At least_ the voice continued with a giggle, _at first._

As Mara Mara hung above the water as if on fours but suspended in mid-air, new tendrils rose from the surface, slender and probing ones, one returning to its explorations of her cunt, two others snaking themselves over her back, their tips seeking back and forth over her pierced nipples, pulling gently at the golden rings. Another two took to exploring her ass, one particularly interested in the round of it; the other toying agonisingly with her, gently probing her as if exploring her limits and weaknesses.

Yet other tendrils sprang; two wrapped themselves gently but firmly around her neck, constricting slightly every now and then as if to gauge her reaction; another fractally bifurcated two carefully exploring her face and hair.

_Such an interesting form._ the voice whispered again as Mara Mara hung breathless in exquisite agony as another tendril rose to explore her pierced navel. _Metal in flesh, a strange idea._

Mara Mara could only moan as the tendril exploring her sex grew more vigorous.

_The time for gentleness is over_ the voice announced, _but now the fun really starts._

It took Mara Mara a moment to realise what the creature was talking about, but soon enough it became clear. The larger tendril that had risen from the water unseen by her plunged itself deep into her dripping wet cunt to a loud and sustained moan; throbbing and quivering waves along its surface carried from the pond and deep into Mara Mara, before turning back, meeting new waves propagating along it as they did to fuck her as convincingly as any cock she had ever known without ever moving from her depths.

It was only a moment before Mara Mara orgasmed with a loud and heartfelt scream of pleasure.

_Fun!_ the voice intoned with glee, the tendril buried deep within Mara Mara quivering slightly before growing just a little thicker.

Mara Mara nodded weakly, and staring down into the water below she saw another snake-like tendril slowly rising.

Wordlessly, the voice made it clear to Mara Mara what she wanted, and Mara Mara was quick to oblige, slowly parting her lips as droplets of the pool water mixed with her own sweat and drool fell from them. Gently the tendril made its way down into her ready and waiting mouth, tasting of forest and nature, warm and covered in some slippery substance of the creature’s own making, letting it slide deep with her.

At the same time, yet another unseen tendril dove down upon her, this time burying itself in her ass; Mara Mara tried squealing but found her mouth full, but as soon as the initial surprise passed she found that there was no pain.

The waves that propagated along the tendrils began again, more wildly this time, and by the way the three of them filled her up, Mara Mara had the unsettling sensation that the one buried in her gullet and the one buried in her ass might somehow have met in the middle and joined into one; the size and strength the three had between them did little to assuage this.

As time passed, the creature seemed to grow increasingly confident and practiced, and exploring Mara Mara’s limits now turned her over in the air to have the midday sun shine down on her face, then pulled her under the water, somehow still letting her breathe as the whole of the pond seemed to fuck every inch of her at once.

By the time the creature dissolved into a mist of shining droplets of water, dropping Mara Mara half her height into the water below, Mara Mara couldn’t say if she’d come a hundred times or a one, and only the setting sun let her know how many hours had passed in the creature’s embrace. Too spent and too tired to make her short way to the edge of the pond, Mara Mara tranquilly sank to its depths, trusting the creature to give her the air she would need not to drown while she slept.

As the sun rose she awoke in the soft grass next to the pool, feeling refreshed and thoroughly satisfied; a feeling she had been too tired the evening before to really appreciate.

“Fun, right?” the creature said with a smile as it formed from the surface of the water.

Mara Mara nodded with a smile against the warm sunlight.

“I found your vials and filled them with living water.” the creature continued. “Well, except for one.”

Mara Mara arched an eyebrow, grabbing a couple of her vials from her travel pack. Two of them were filled with rich water that glittered in the sunlight, but the third was filled with a thicker, darker substance she couldn’t begin to identify.

“When you get back to your…” the creature said, pausing to frown and think. “Well, you’re wherever you’re from”, it continued, “you can pour that into a basin of warm water.”

“What will it do?” Mara Mara asked, holding the vial up to the sunlight to see small motes flitting about within it.

“It’ll make living water easier to get in the future.” the creature said. “As much fun as you are, well, I appreciate my solitude, and wouldn’t want you to make the journey here a regular thing.”

“So…” Mara Mara said, looking over at the creature.

“So I would ask of you, as I ask of all travellers here, to omit the specifics of what you have learnt her, and instead take that.” the creature said with a smile. “Poured into a basin about the size of this pond, it’ll give you your very own source of living water.”

“Another one like you, you mean?” Mara Mara asked, and the creature nodded.

“After a fashion.

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