Under the glow of the moon in the grotto, the blue-skinned royal from the deep glided through the water toeards me. Her hips were wide, and her bottom shapely as she flexed her elegant calves. Her finned toes were surprisingly dainty. Blue eyes and white teeth shined bright as she smiled at me.
I was naked, and my body already accustomed to the cold of the night waters. Only my physique, the remnant of heat from the summer day, and the thought of Delaur had kept me warm as I lounged against the mossy rocks of the grotto. Now, as she slid her hands up my thighs, my chest, and to my face, I felt the heat that kept her people warm under the darkest waters. I kissed her, her full lips, as buoyant as her bust beneath her bronze, coral corset. The water began to steam at our embrace.
“I have missed you, Delaur,” I said to her, my forehead and hers touching.
“And I have missed you, Jos” Delaur replied.
I felt the mild toxin in her lips begin to flow through me, elevating my senses, and making me hard in the water.
“Do you want me to sing today?” Delaur said. Her eyes looked so innocent as she asked, even though I knew she could see her people’s natural toxin work in me. I brought her closer, her soft, supple flesh warm against mine.
“Yes,” I breathed into her ear.
An effervescent glow spread up from her cleavage and into her throat. All at once, the grotto was filled with the reverberations of the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard. Immediately, I was euphoric, the darkness turned to light, the traces of cold in the water turned warm, and Delaur … Delaur was ever the goddess I’d known.
She kissed me on the neck, the texture of her lips both supernaturally elastic and smooth at the same time. Between the toxin on her lips and the song she sung without moving her lips, my body was alight with her touch.
“Delaur…” I begged.
She held my head with her finned hands and looked at me with her sweet eyes. Even if her mouth did not move, she could not speak, yet her look said everything. She kissed me on the lips, pulling me in.
I clasped my hands around her coral corset and pulled. The coral broke away into the water as voluminous boobs floated in the water. Her areolas were just a shade darker than the rest of her body, and her nipples almost purple in the night. I squeezed them; a squeal of delight bounced off the grotto walls as her song was punctuated by her response to my touch. Pliable, firm, and shapely, her breasts felt good just to touch.
She gripped the shaft of my member and caressed it gently under the water. I groaned, her toxin’s aphrodisiac effect at it’s maximum in my veins.
The water sloshing around us, I pulled away at the fine silk of her skirt to reveal her mound.
I looked into her eyes. The innocence I had just seen was now accented with a dreamy lust. Floating effortlessly higher, as I sunk my body lower, Dalaur maneuvered her hips above mine. Clear, viscous fluid flowed from a tiny, blue slit.
I gasped, as she sheathed my hard cock with her tight hole. She, herself, did whimper as her pliable sheathe was stretched pleasurably. The ridges inside her slit massaged the shaft of my cock as I went deeper into her. Delaur had once described each ridge being as if it were like the walnut-shaped button inside human women. The rolling back of her eyes, the shaking of her body, the resonance of her song, only hinted at the cascade of ecstasy that was pulsing through her even as I reached deep inside. Lifting her at the hips, and pulling out halfway, sent a spasm through her body that made her wrap her legs around my waist as the otherwordly suction of her sheathe sought to elicit my seed. In the next thrust, our entangled climb to a summit of bliss began.
The water splashed. Her breasts squeezed against my chest. Her body, made of pliant flesh rippled with the force of my thrusts. It’s elasticity responded with an equal reaction that vibrated and massaged our bodies entwined in passion.
“Jos,” Delaur crescendoed with her song as her inner folds and ridges contracted and sucked in response to her climax.
I was immediately behind her, as my cock engorged and my seed was kneaded out by her pliant hole. We held each other in our arms as our lips danced in and out of each other’s mouths. We floated there for what felt like forever, yet couldn’t have been; for when the twilight of dawn broke through the natural windows of the grotto, my underwater goddess pulled herself reluctantly away, back into the water, until they could meet again.
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