(CW: drowning)
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I looked out into the forest clearing, light shining through the trees and bouncing off the pond, the water sparkling in a beautiful manner. However, there was something far more beautiful in this clearing. Sitting upon a smooth stone within the pond was the most radiant woman I had ever seen. Her beauty was beyond human, and rightfully so. She was a water nymph. A naiad. Her lithe physique was toned from endless swimming. Her smooth, flawless skin glistened in the sunlight, and unnatural yet alluring pastel shade of teal. Her long hair was much darker, and seemed ever so slightly more green than that of her flesh.
“My love I have come for you!” A distant voice declared. A man had burst into the clearing on my left. I skirted further behind the tree concealing me, but still kept the pond in sight. He was well dressed. A nobleman of some kind? His clothes were disheveled, perhaps from running to this clearing.
“Oh my love won’t you look at me?” He implored, approaching the edge of the pond. I turned my attention back to the nymph. Her body language had taken a complete turn. She had gone from basking openly in the sunlight to reserved and she, her back turned to the newcomer. She moved her hair behind one of her fin-like ears, clearing that side of her face as she turned to half face the stranger.
“Yes! This way! Oh you are even more beautiful than I remember!” The man had climbed upon a rock at the edge of the pond, and was jumping from stone to stone toward the naiad. “Please won’t you grant me your hand in marriage?” He cried out, his voice wavering. Clearly he wasn’t an acrobat.
In my numerous visits to this pond to observe the water nymph from the shadows, I had never seen her smile. Except now. For a split second I saw her grin and her mouth was full of sharp, pointed teeth. I could only observe for so long before she dove underwater.
I gulped. I didn’t know why the sight surprised me with how almost human the nymph already was. I was sad to see her ago. A shame this obnoxious intruder ruined my observation. He had leapt from one final stone to the one the nymph had retreated from. “My love?” He called out. “My love?” He cried even louder.
A hand colored a pastel shade of teal reached out from the water, grabbing the ankle of the lovesick man, pulling him off his feet. His cry of shock was quickly silenced when his head struck stone and his body was pulled beneath the water. I watched in confused awe as the shimmering water settled. There was a splat of blood on the rock. Minutes went by. He was surely dead.
The moment I decided to leave, the nymph returned to her seat, as lax as ever. I watched as she slid her finger along the blood on her rock, bringing the finger to her mouth. I gulped, slowly beginning to back away.
“You don’t need to hide. I know you’re here.”
I froze in place. It was the first time I had heard the naiad’s voice. It was light and melodic. Amiable. Impossible to ignore. I slowly stepped into the light.
“Go on. Take off the hood.”
I complied, removing the hood of my cloak. The nymph looked at me, her eyes widening slightly.
“A woman?” It seemed more to herself than to me. I saw those shark-like teeth again as she bit her lip. A display both unnerving and erotic. The nymph sinks herself back into the water, keeping her head above the surface as she swims to the edge of the pond, kneeling in the shallows. She was even more beautiful up close. Only now did I realize that her eyes were a vivid shade of amber. “Come on, sit with me. I’m not gonna kill you.” She said.
I hesitated. “And why should I trust that?” I ask wearily.
She shrugged and rolled onto her back, keeping her eyes on me. “Don’t worry, it’s not like you’re annoying me at all. I haven’t had the company of a beautiful women in *ages*.” She winked at me. Her closed mouth smile was almost too charming to bear.
I took a slow step forward, removing my cloak and kneeling beside the naiad.
She moved onto her knees as well. No matter where she situated herself, she was always at least partially submerged in the water. “You’re bound to the pond, aren’t you?” I asked. I could so easily pull her out, and such an act might just kill her. Was she really putting herself in such a vulnerable position for a stranger?
She moved closer reaching a hand toward my face. I leaned away slightly but not enough. Her fingers danced around the edge of my pointed ear. I had to suppress a shiver.
“You’re an elf?” She asked, her face drawing nearer to mine.
“H-Half.” I reply, glancing away. A mistake in retrospect, for when I brought my gaze back to her, she was close enough to force her lips upon mine. I let out a mewl of surprise, my hands supporting her weight against mine. As soon as I made sense of what was going on, things only escalated. Something poked at my mouth and slipped its way inside. It was warm and moist and rubbed against my tongue as it invaded my mouth.
I practically gasped for air as the naiad pulled away, her long pointed tongue hanging out of her mouth. A strand of our shared drool held us connected for a final second before disappearing. She giggled. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself with such a cutie.”
My face felt hot, and was no doubt a bright shade of red. I cleared my throat and wiped my mouth. “N-No it’s fine.” As soon as I finished speaking, the naiad had closed again, kneeling up and looking down at me.
“Good.” She took my head in her hands, tilting it up to face her. She kissed me again, and didn’t hesitate to find her tongue with mine. She made its length well known as she wrestled with my tongue and then extended hers down to my throat. I let out a muffled moan into her mouth as the tip of her tongue slid down my throat. I felt my eyes roll back in my head. The whole sensation was invasive, mind numbing.
She pulled away, leaving me panting, drool dripping down my cheek. I wasn’t sure if it was mine or hers or a mix. Whatever words that would have been uttered were morphed into a shrill yelp as the naiad’s tongue found my ear, sliding over and around it. Shocks of pleasure ran through my body. I could only whimper as her tongue teased me, her hands wandering about my body.
“Ugh. You people and these… things! Take them off and come swim with me!” She said, sliding back into the pond, and onto her favorite rock.
I took a moment to collect myself, looking across the bond to her. In a moment of lust driven stupidity, I stood up and undressed fully, stepping into the pond.
“Yes!” The nymph cried in excitement, jumping from the rock to the water, and meeting me halfway. Her arms wrapped around my waist to help hold me aloft in the water and our lips crashed together.
I pressed my chest against hers, my arms wrapped her neck. I welcomed her tongue back into my mouth, and eagerly met it with mine. It wasn’t long before she dominated the kiss, her tongue beginning to invade my throat once more. I clung to her as she had her way with me. I could barely even continue to kiss her.
She pulled her lips away, but my mouth was still full for a brief moment as her tongue followed. She flashed a sharp grin and swam us to her rock in the middle of the pond, laying me upon and looming over me. I looked up at her, breathing heavily. Her expression was sinister, yet sultry.
She moved down, dragging her teeth along my skin. I whimpered at the feeling. Much more force and she would have broken skin. But instead she expertly scratched at my flesh with her mouth before she reached between my legs. The thin tip of her tongue flicked at my clit and I gave a shrill mewl, shivering at the feeling of it.
Her lips fastened themselves around my clit and I moaned out, arching my back. She sucked, and probed me with her tongue, her teeth nicking me from time to time sending quick shocks of pleasant pain.
When she took her tongue and dragged along my sex, I shook in pleasure. “Oh gods…” I whispered, basking in the unbelievable pleasure. I shut my eyes, whimpering and moaning. I arched my back yet again, moaning without shame. She had found my entrance with her tongue and was prodding in and out with her tip.
Her hands caressed my stomach and hips as I squirmed in ecstasy. Her tongue filling me up and stimulating every nook and cranny it could reach. “Oh fuck… oh fuck… Ah!” It was too much. I couldn’t bear it. I writhed and moaned, completely at the nymph’s mercy. One of her hands moved between my legs, her thumb coming to my clit. My hips rose against her, rolling in desperation for more stimulation. Her thumb rubbed circles over my clit, moving in sync with my hips. I felt my entire being tighten as a wave of pleasure crashed through my entire body. I groaned shakily, my body quivering. I felt myself clamp down on the nymph’s tongue as she pulled away, leaving me to my climax.
My chest rose and fell as I slowly tried to catch my breath. My head fell to the side and I finally opened my eyes. I blinked a few times before I noticed a small splatter of blood right next to where my head lay. I could feel the nymphs hands on my hips, slowly sliding down my thighs. I could hear the faintest disturbance in the water. Then I felt a strong pull. My cry of shock barely left my mouth before it was filled with water. I wouldn’t be catching my breath anytime soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jt8bc1/beneath_the_pond_ff_monster_girl