Elementals Quartet 2- Water

Another story retrieved from the binary graveyards! Huzzah!

 

(C) A.L. Nathan

 

 

The darkness was lit by the faint glow of the spring, and the light it cast allowed her to see things shimmering, and glimmering. The rushing sound of the water, bubbling and languid, reached her ears, even as the scent of musk, myrrh and jasmine flowers made the air sultry. The mere sound caused her secret, warm and aching places to pool with desire, as she watched the steam rise from the magical pool before her. Her nipples budded again under gold silk. She quickly removed her silk caftan, moving her long, curvy and deeply tanned form into the water. She sighed, almost purred with pleasure as the water curved around her form, shaping itself to her body like a tender lover. Her large, dark brown nipples, sore and slightly reddish from repeated suckling moved under the healing pressure of the water, aroused, but not painfully so by the movement of water, by the surprising pressure of it on her skin. She sank in deeper, sinking below the surface to let her hair be wet, even as the silky flows of water slid over her skin, and into her mouth. She rose again, feeling the water slide into the caverns of her mouth, swirling in it ardently, hungrily, just like the water that seemed to slowly invade the moist caverns between her thighs, hidden by her thick and curly down. The Woman moved her hands over herself, fingers tangling in her wet curls, her yearning lust an active and palpable thing in the silence of the pool, imagining, wishing she was not alone. The water moved around her, as her busy and callused fingers slowly and insistently worked at her love-bud.

A faint whisper of sound was in the air. Light and steam seemed to come together in the pool, as the pressure of the water grew more insistent. Slowly, slowly, she could feel its healing wash over her, even as a dozen pleasure points in her body erupted in want and need, as the water seemed to shoot out dozens of currents and jets of hungrily lapping tongues at her. She let herself be buoyed by the sensation of pleasure, until she suddenly realized that something was not quite right. The water, that had been such a pleasant sensation between her nether lips, working on that ultimate pleasure-nexus, was now mimicking the suckling of a mouth. It seemed to be shaping itself around one breast like a two well-formed lips and tongue, with a slow and knowing suction driving her wild..and strangely enough, water seemed to be seeping inward, and upward, into her not-so-virginal passage. It felt smooth like water should be , and warm, but was really insistent, pushing upward like a finger, turning to find her secret spots of pleasure until she hissed in surprised, almost affronted pleasure.

It seemed to know exactly where and how she wanted to be touched, and granted it with excess. Then the flow of water grew, longer, harder, firmer and expanded within her. As it grew larger, and more insistent, she could almost feel the membrane inside her heal, only to have that soreness replaced by acute pleasure and need. “Unnnhhhh…” She tried to say, around the force of air that slowly invaded her mouth, to duel insistently with her tongue, even as the water formed like vice-like hands around her pushing her against a stronger, and insistent body of water. Desire and Water, both invaded the woman, as pure pistons of hard liquid slid in and out of her melting front orifice, even as she contracted the mouth of her womb, and keened at the pleasure shooting through her woman parts straight to her brain, impaled uncompromisingly on that lance of pleasure as she was impaled by this surprisingly hard…and hot flow of water.

Her legs were rudely pushed up by the lubricating water, to wrap around what seemed like the muscled hips and thighs of the water-entity who was a demanding lover who pressed his water-formed hands around her waist to span it. Other mouths seemed fixed around different portions of her skin, suckling hungrily at her taut and excited nipples with an insistent pressure that would never let up, even as an insistent flow of suckling water moved around her hips, driving her wild as the thick hard rod of forceful water pounded smoothly into her like an automaton, one that healed even as it drove her to the brink of explosion, before slowly receding, then leaving her wanting for more, as the mouths dragged her beneath the water, with only her head jutting out, with her thighs splayed in a slightly sitting slightly squatting position as though she were sitting astride atop a man, in lotus position.

She felt the water build arms around her to clasp her to its chest, even as, behind her, a different pressure of water built. This one was cooler, much cooler. It made her shiver and grow goosebumps as it curved to her back, even as the cool flow of water cupped around her round, lush buttocks that jutted out, plumping it into its cold and merciless fingered grasp, squeezing till she gasped, before a cold flow of water was inserted in between her cheeks. She moved mindlessly, at the pleasure at the water moving inside her unbreached orifice, remembering the time she had been bathed, when fingers had washed and tickled the entrance, while one soaped finger moved slightly inside.

Now this audacious finger of cold water, washed, tickled and did more. It slowly probed her untested portal, and pressed upwards uncompromisingly, waiting for the tight walls to slowly, reluctantly, give way. Then it darted out again, and morphed into a swirling pressure.

Now the cold flow of water worked like a tongue, circling the small hole, before dipping into it in an audacious gesture that left her gasping. It nudged in deeper, deeper, swirling around, letting another warm flow of water ready her inner walls, pushing yet one flow, then another flow of water in. She felt incredibly stretched, front and back, because as this was happening the warm water-being she was sitting on had moved to adjust her to meet its rude and hungry strokes up and into her warm, wet and waiting channel. She closed her eyes and let it pump into her, feeling as though her mind was torn in so many different directions of pleasure, with the mouths suckling hungrily at her aching nipples and those rude, rude tongues lapping at her pleasure nub and at her unbreached orifice.The phallic flow within her womb moved and expanded, growing bigger and bigger as it filled every inch of her tight love-passage, which was now wet with both the healing and lusty waters of the spring, as well as her own love juices.

A sexy and watery chuckle seemed to meet her ear. The Woman gasped and whimpered at the mindless pleasure, even as she heard it echo around the smoky silence cavern, where it disappeared into the sound of ghostly chuckles, even as the finger-like flows of water slowly tormenting her posterior entrance abruptly disappeared, to be met by a cold, blunt tip of *something* that nudged at her untried passage…pressing deeper and deeper until she wanted to scream her head off at what was about to happened, and yet shuddered at the thought of this forbidden pleasure actually occuring. The solidness of the water was allayed, and aided by the lubricating presence of softer, warmer, flows around it, thus building her acceptance and pleasure at this intrusion to an unacceptable level. A cold, hard, entity of water moved behind her back, and she found herself sandwiched between both the unseen beings, her legs and arms wrapped around the warm flow that was invading and still pumping into her front passage, her breasts spread and flattened against that uncompromising surface, where water met it, and continued spreading, suckling, nibbling.

The other, more sinister body of water pressed its coldness against her back, mimicking the muscled and nippled chest of a man rubbing across her smooth back, even as a teeth, and mouth-like flow latched onto her neck to nibble and suck, applying a clit-tingling pressure on it. She felt her ass-cheeks part beneath the force of the cold-water rod, feeling it move insistently in as she sobbed unbelievingly, filling her completely with a soothing yet agonizing sensation even as it parted her, even as it started pumping into her slowly, and confidently,giving her a pleasure she had never thought to associate with this part of her body. She tensed around it instinctively. Coldness wrapped its arms and muscled legs of water around her and the warm water entity which she was half straddling, half crouched over. She remained trapped between them, feeling a swirling, watery tongue wrap around her mouth, while another mouth assailed her neck, and two others tug at both nipples, swirling around, teasing, and suckling while two pistons of water, one hot, the other cold, moved into her, violating her with inhuman pleasure as she wrapped around one body as tightly as she was wrapped around by the other.

Harder and harder they dueled, two thick, thrusting rods fighting for attention, almost meeting within her voluptuous frame, leaving her unbelievably full, unbelievably panicking, even as her pupils dilated and her breath came out in small, agonized pants. She was moved like a rag doll in between these forces of nature, and she moved in turn clenching her womb walls around one while pulsating around the other, feeling, unbelievingly, vital energy stream into her even as she felt her insides being spread, and pushed, spread and pushed, and unbelievably stretched, again and again. Finally she gasped as both seemed to tighten around her, grasping her with a strength that left her gasping. Chest to chest pressed against her back and chest, with the slight impression of masculine sacs touching her bottom, both back and front. The unbelievable force and friction , and the incredible titillation of the awareness of what was being done to her, exploded around her even as she exploded in an orgasm that left her threshing and screaming and moaning. She felt wave after wave of it hit her form, from her toes to her clit, even as she slowly, gently sank, and floated just beneath the surface of the now warm water, her face pushed up so she could breathe.

She soaked there in a mindless state, feeling tiny pinpricks of pleasure and lassitude work through her, even as watery flows, now mimicking gentle hands, massaged her from head to toe, slowly keeping her afloat as she rested, and regained her senses. Slowly, ever so slowly…she came to herself, even as the watery spirits of the pool discreetly left her alone. She sat up in an abrupt movement, then crashed down as nothing held her up. Her bottom hit the rocky floor of the pool, and she splashed and spluttered upward, gasping. She stood on shaky legs that didn’t seemed to belong to her and stared at the tranquil, glowing and steaming surface of the pool that now swirled around her waist. What had happened here? She felt rejunevated, and at a strange sort of peace, even as she felt her womb contract in remembered pleasure. She was healed, but not sated. The water had shown and taught her unearthly pleasures, but it left her hankering for the comfort of lusty flesh and blood. She shakily came out from the pool and rubbed herself dry, lingering over parts of her body with her own thoughtful, sometimes questing, sometimes curious hands. Then, slipping the gold silk caftan that barely reached her knees over herself, she left the cavern on wobbly legs.

Behind her, she thought she heard a dozen husky voices chuckling and telling her to “Come back soon, dearie”. The Woman shuddered once, and then stumbled into the green light of the woods, still seeking some form of civilized sanctuary from this strange, wild place she had been stranded in.