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.