It was a yearly pilgrimage. The nymphs of rivers, springs, lakes, they all traveled to the Ocean. At what point does a trickle become a stream or a puddle a pond? At what point do they become in need of a naiad? We mortals may never know, but every year fresh new nymphs join the pilgrimage.
The Ocean, where the great water oceanids roamed the salty water. Powerful and regal were they and they called for the beautiful naiads to come to them.
And come they would on that yearly pilgrimage in a great orgy of water nymphs of every variety.
Now imagine our fresh young brook—it’s her first pilgrimage! She is undiscovered, her naiad untouched by human or mortal. But our Brook feels the call. She must travel to the Ocean despite the trepidation building inside her… or was that something else?
Brook follows the call and meets a river. River recognizes immediately the wide eyed innocence of the other naiad. She recognizes it because she was just as innocent not too long ago.
“Here,” River says. “Come with me. I’ll show you how.”
They clasp hands and prepare to enter the Ocean together. “It will sting at first but you’ll grow used to it.”
The two naiads, hands still clasped, diving into the chilly waters of the Ocean. It stings like River said, but it truly was only passing pain. They sink deeper into the water, their nymph eyes adjusting to the rich darkness.
And rich the darkness was for there (in the darkness that wasn’t darkness to their nymph eyes) met all the beautiful and luscious naiads of every shape and form.
Still clasping hands, they approach, the younger naiad hiding behind her companion. Her eyes are wide, taking it all in, when an oceanid—naked but for a necklace of seashells—approaches them. The oceanid is tall, dark, with every inch of their glorious skin exposed in the blue lighting of the depths.
River steps forward. “It’s an honor to see you again, Ocean,” she says and kisses them on the cheek. Ocean grabs her around the waist and kisses her on the mouth, long and hard. Brook watches intently.
River breaks free of the kiss, very aware of Ocean’s hand trailing down her back to grasp her ass. “And this is my new friend,” she says breathlessly, gesturing to Brook. “This is her first year.”
The oceanid smiles. A brilliant and pure grin of teased desire. They blatantly take in the shy young naiad before them and she blushes.
“May I?” The oceanid asks and moves forward to embrace her when Brook nods. She’s never been touched like this before. It feels like fire.
Nearby a couple cries out in their passionate fucking. Brook squirms. “Don’t worry,” River says to her. She strokes the younger naiad along her arm. “We will show you,” Oceans says.
River slides behind Brook, her front to her back. “Let me show you what to do with this,” and she touches her mouth, “and this,” and she touches her between the legs.
Brook is lost in the sensation of River’s touch, her body now burning with a desire she’s never felt before. River’s fingers wander deeper, exploring the folds of Brook’s pussy. Ocean cups Brook’s face and comes in to kiss her again as River fingers probe inside her. “What do you think?” She whispers to the naive young naiad.
Brook giggles unintentionally and nods vigorously. “That’s a good girl,” Ocean coos and kisses her on the forehead.
“Now for your next lesson,” says River, disentangling herself from Brook. “Oral.”
River lowers herself so that she can kiss the younger naiad’s thighs teasingly, slowly drawing closer to her pussy.
Brook’s back arches as River finally kisses her pussy lips. Ocean watches, stroking their cock slowly.
Her tongue working over the sensitive clit, River slides a finger between Brook’s wet lips, to the opening of that deeper place.
After a while, they rearrange themselves so that Brook is on top of River. Brook shyly repeats the steps performed on her: she kisses the thighs of her companion, closing in on the pussy.
She hesitates, uncertain of herself, before closing in on the older naiad’s tender folds, but a reassuring hand on the back of her head encourages her.
Her tongue slides along the pussy lips and Brook can taste River’s wetness.
Eager to please, Brook listens intently to River’s noises, trying to find what she likes best. She knows she does a good job when the older naiad pushes down on her head.
[Originally posted on Twitter.]
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/f8demt/the_naiad_a_mythological_erotica_ffnblesbipan
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