A long time ago in a kingdom which bordered the enchanted forest, A exceptionally beautiful girl lived with her father and mother on the edge of the forest, her hair was the color of molten gold and her lips the crimson of blood spilled on the snows of the north, her skin was so fair that even porcelain from the kingdoms of the east was said to not compare. Her breasts were full and ample and rose to an alluring swell under all the clothes she wore. Her name was Diane. One day her sister grew quite ill and none of the doctors treatments would cure her. In desperation Diane remembered a tale she had heard as a youth which spoke a lake which held water that could cure any ailment. She vowed to travel to the lake and retrieve the water at any cost so she could save her sister.
Thus Diane left and traveled the broken and twisting path to the lake. Not seeing the Naiad, she sought to quickly fill the vial and be on her way. As she turned to leave she heard a voice from behind her “What is this that has come to my sacred glade. Hmm a thief is it.” Turning Diane say a woman more beautiful than any she had seen before standing before her. The Naiad of the lake’s eyes were a deep alien blue like the deepest lakes. Her hair fell to her lower back and was the deep rich black of river mud. Her skin was a light tan like the sand on the shores of her lake and rose and fell with the shapely curves of her body. Her breasts although not as large as Diane’s were perky and barely hidden beneath a thin shift which appeared to be made of silk the color of lily pads. Stricken by the unearthly beauty which only the Fae can posses Diane was slow to respond. “N-o-oo-o” she stammered and hoping that the Naiad would let her go said “I was simply filling my flask on my journey and was unaware that the this lake was inhabited by one of the elder race.” The Naiad approached her and said “Child of man, if you seek to lie to one of the Far you will have to be more convincing than that” with this she laid her finger upon Diane’s perfect lips and continued “I must have a price for the water which was taken from me, Normally I would ask for you first born child, but it has been many a century since one as fair as you has stood upon my shores.” Closer and closer the Naiad drew to the still frozen Diane, her seemingly endless eyes holding Diane in a form of trance. Now barely a hair’s breadth from Diane the Naiad whispered in her ear “I think that I should like take something far more… precious from you.” Her breath caused a shiver to flow down Diane’s spine as her breathing began to grow heavy and she found that she could focus on nothing more than the gentle pressure of the Naiad’s breasts slowly pushing into her own and the elegant scent that emanated from the Naiad’s skin. An alluring scent of a post rain glade and the honeysuckle which grew on the banks of the lake. With a gentle nip of Diane’s earlobe the Naiad said with barely a breath “I think I would like your innocence as payment.” Still in a trance Diane swayed away and said “but I am to be married…. And we are both women.” “Nonsense” said the Naiad “He will never know, and besides the Fae find pleasure with whomsoever we deem worthy…” and with a hungry look at the peaks of Diane’s nipples which were beginning to show through her dress “and I certainly deem you worthy.” The Naiad then stepped closer to Diane and pulled her into a kiss. Surprised at the unexpected coolness of the Naiad’s lips Diane involuntarily moaned and began to kiss the Naiad back. After a time spent exploring each other’s mouths the Naiad took Diane’s hand and led her onto a soft bed of moss. She leaned forward and began to kiss Diane’s neck slowly moving down and upon reaching her collar she pulled back and stripped her shift off and began to remove Diane’s. Diane stopped the Naiad’s hand and said “It’d be wrong if were the only one to have all the fun now wouldn’t it” with eyes clouded by lust. She stripped her own clothes off and pushed the Naiad to the ground. She took the gentle swell of one of the Naiad’s breasts into her mouth and sucked on the teat. At the same time she mounted herself against one of the naiad’s legs and began to rub her moist slit along it. She continued to adore the Naiad’s breasts with her tongue as her slit slowly began to grow more and more wet with each pass. Diane suddenly stopped her sucking and looked up to the Naiad with a wicked grin. At the sudden cool of the evening air on her erect nipples the Naiad moaned and begged Diane to continue. Bringing her face down to the Naiad’s hairless mound Diane blew on it gently and said “I can think of something you would like more. But the question is do you?” Panting with desire the Naiad moaned gently “please…. Oh please.” The obvious desperation in the Naiad’s voice drove Diane even further into the throes of desire herself but she did not want to indulge the Naiad just yet. She took the Naiad’s perfect slit and spread it with the fingers on one of her hands while with the other she began to explore her own dripping folds. She brought her face closer and closer to the Naiad’s pussy and watched a single drip of juice fell onto the ground below the two of them. Unable to contain herself anymore and with the Naiad moaning above her Diane tentatively ran her tongue from one end of the slit to the other. The Naiad tasted like fresh pond water. Sweet, clean, and delectable. Reaching the top of the Naiad’s cunt Diane took her clit inter her mouth and sucked upon it gently. She was rewarded with a cry of pleasure from her partner. As Diane moved back to adoring the Naiad’s vagina the Naiad reached down and began to massage her clit slowly increasing her pleasure in time with Diane’s exploration of her nether regions. As they kept making love Diane began to hear whimpers and gasps coming from the Naiad as she began to feel the pressure mounting between her own legs. She swung her body so that her slit was facing her lover and committed herself fully to eating the Naiad out while the Naiad did the same to Diane. Eventually they both reached the brink and came. A gentle rush of fluid seeped from the Naiad’s pussy as she bucked and screamed, while Diane moaned deep as her sopping pussy convulsed around the Naiad’s tongue. Crawling up to the Naiad’s face Diane kissed her deep and tasted her own juices. Exhausted by their activities Diane laid her head upon the Naiad’s breast and fell into a deep slumber while the Naiad amused herself by playing with Diane’s hair.
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