Drown With Me

When most people look at an outdoor pool, they see a fun, relaxing place to swim. You, however, might as well be looking off a sheer cliff-edge.

The very idea of drowning... you might be having second thoughts.

That is, until a warm, caring hand on your shoulder snaps you out of it. Sonata Dusk stands by your side, still garbed in her purple swimsuit. All the same, you nervously tighten the laces on your swimming shorts.

"So," she says, "how long can you hold your breath?"

"Two minutes at a push, but it's been a while." You resist the urge to step away from the water. The moment of truth looms closer and closer, but you know this is the best chance you have of freedom from the arcane.

"Cool. Here's how this is gonna work," Sonata's voice shifts to a more serious tone. "We're both gonna go under at the same time. I can hold by breath for four minutes on average, so twice as long as you can. That means I can keep an eye on you the whole time we're down. If I ever need to swim up for air before you, I'm dragging you up with me. If it's too much for me to stay under, it's definitely too much for you."

"I thought you were trying to drown me?"

"I'm trying to get you to survive drowning. Hell of a difference. You don't actually have to drown; you just have to be in enough danger for your brain's preservation instincts to kick in," she taps your forehead to drive the point home. "Might happen in a matter of seconds!"

"That's good."

"Or it might not happen at all and you'll pass out. Never tried this before. No way of telling."

"That's bad."

"That's why I'm joining you; if you do pass out, my superior lungs and I will be here to drag you back to the surface."

You nod slowly, taking a moment for that to sink in. Ugh, sink.

"Hey, Sonata?"

"Thinking of backing out? I'll understand."

You shake your head. "I just wanted to say thanks for being with me during this. I know you're against the whole near-death-experience tactic, but you're helping me through it either way. You're a good person."

She tilts her head. "A good human? Or a good Siren?"

"You heard me." You gently place a hand under her chin, and look into her eyes. "A good person."

"Good enough," she chuckles impishly. Her hand grabs your wrist and pulls your own hand away from her face. Then she leans in for a short, but welcome kiss. "You know," she traces your bare chest with a finger, "since this is pretty dangerous, we might not get another chance to be, well, intimate."

That word alone raises an eyebrow. "Should we put this drowning thing on hold for a few minutes? I mean, my bedroom's right over there..."

"We could do that," she seductively hums, "or if you like, I could make your time underwater a little more..." she presses her lips close to your ear and whispers; "...comfortable."

Huh. Suddenly you're a lot less nervous about being underwater with her. Funny how that works.

"I'm okay with that," you simper before turning back to the eerily still water beside you. "Mostly."

You take a few deep breaths to steady your nerves. Most people take something like breathing for granted right up until it's taken away. "I'm ready when you are, Sonata."

She gives you a small nod, and pulls you closer to her via your shoulder. Her hot breath warms your face as she whispers;

"Drown with me."

Drown with me.

You already feel your own foot stepping over the edge of the pool. There's barely enough time to take a deep gasp as you hit the water. At the last second, Sonata flings her arms around you, diving in tow.

A brief sting of chlorine invades your eyes. After a moment of blinking through the pain, your vision adjusts. Through the blur of the water, you see Sonata's eyes, already transfixed to your own. The very sight of her provides something to focus on as your panicked mind tries to reassert itself. Once you feel yourself hit the bottom of the pool, however, your situation is so very clear. So very real.

She must've seen the fear in your eyes. After all, she knew what you were going through. Her hand caresses your face and pulls it closer to her own. You slowly lean in towards her, clearly showing her that you intend to kiss her.

She got your intention, and then some. The taste of Sonata's lips push through the pool water with ease, causing your heart to beat just a little faster. Savouring the moment, you prop yourself back, making sure her lips are still busy with your own, until her whole body is over yours. She catches on and kicks it up a notch, pinning your arms to the pool's floor and pressing her tongue past your lips.

Your tongues turn into a hot, slippery dance, rubbing and sliding in a playful way, never once stopping to think about how best to kiss, but instead enjoying the love for what it is. Sonata herself gets carried away by it all, pressing herself deeper and deeper into your mouth. Without her knowledge - or perhaps she planned this perfectly - her body presses into your own as well.

For a short time, you enjoy the silent love that only an underwater kiss can offer, your own heartbeat being heard loud and clear in your head. But Sonata's tongue continues to delve into your mouth, almost to the point of it being partway down your throat. Instinctively, you press a hand against her chest, as if asking her to back up just a little. It hadn't occurred to you that your hand was on her breast until you had a big, soft handful of purple lycra and round, pale blue flesh.

Sonata pulls herself out of your mouth, and glares at the offending hand on her bosom. You recoil your hand away, but of course, it was too late. Her own hand lunges out with inhuman reflexes and tightly grabs you by the offending limb's wrist. Her expression changes, her face displaying the most devious come-hither eyes you've ever seen. You make no attempt to struggle against Sonata as she guides your hand back to her breast, and squeezes them both together.

You don't need to be charmed to oblige her; you continue taking a bountiful grasp of her buxom breast, your thumb tracing the spherical curve of her swimsuit until it catches the faint hint of a nipple. From there, you massage her seductively, enjoying the small stream of bubbles that trickle from her nose; she's enjoying this far too much, and is trying her best not to sigh from the indulgence.

If you pleasure her just enough, she might cave in to the needs of her own lungs before you, despite the fact she can beat your own lung-power twice over. And since she specifically told you to drown with her, your charmed brain considers that a challenge.

Sonata's leaning forward, letting you get an even better grip of her ample chest. Her eyes are closed, letting her focus on the sensation of your massaging thumb across her nipple. She's close enough for your lips to reach her soft neck. Naturally, you start kissing her, starting just under her jaw and working your way lower. She squirms ever-so-slightly, her pearly grin telling you not to stop.

Sonata removes her hand from your own and slowly peels back the swimsuit from her shoulders. The fabric drifts downwards as she pulls it lower, revealing her breasts in full. The titillating sight causes you to lose a small sigh of air, not that you're bothered. Your hands eagerly reach forward and playfully fondle her breasts as your fingertips feel them bob and float in the surrounding water.

It's almost enough to distract you from the discomfort in your lungs.

Without warning, your chest convulses with the need for air. You can only watch as a small cloud of bubbles escape your lips and rise to the surface. Sonata stops her sensual playing with you for a moment; this might be the time your charm finally breaks.

You briefly think about going up for air, but despite the rising sense of desperation, you still have no desire to swim upwards just yet. You shake your head at Sonata; Keep going for now. The look she flashes you is one of genuine concern, but she obliges. Seems like you might have to push yourself to your limit before the survival instincts kick in. If they kick in. Good thing she's here for you.

You give her a short, reassuring kiss to let her know you're alright, before raising your hand back to her breast. This time you're a lot more gentle, softly caressing her and playing your fingers over her exposed nipples. Her left hand envelops itself around your waist, while her right hand slowly drifts downwards towards your swimming trunks. With a practised pinch, she pulls on the trunk's cord and loosens it using only one free hand.

You push the trunks down, letting them float away. For a moment, you enjoy the cool water drifting freely around your member, but that sensation's cut short by something far more tantalising; Sonata's careful fingers curling meticulously around your tip one at a time.

From there, she delicately massages your cock with her fingertips, teasing you to the rhythm of your throbbing pulse. Despite the ache of your lungs, your growing lust wants you to see this through to the end. Pushing your need for air to the back of your mind, you savour one last squeeze of her breast before gently sliding your hand down towards her hips. And from her hips, you head lower, to her inner thigh, and slowly start caressing upwards.

Before you go any further, you give Sonata a wordless glance, checking for her approval. You can tell just by looking at her vivid, blushing cheeks and her half-lidded eyes that she has no objection to it; in fact, she shuffles through the water in an effort to get within easier reach of you.

With that, you mirror her own pose, your left hand supporting her back while your right hand slides under the lower part of her swimsuit, and into the warm and eager opening between her legs. In that moment, you time your tender caressing of her clit with the ebb and flow of the water around you. Your left arm brings Sonata's body closer in for an embrace, and she does the same in return.

She brings her face forward for another kiss. You happily oblige, enjoying both the heat of her tongue and the rubbing of her fingers around your cock, while you try to keep a steady rhythm with your own busy hand.

Part of you wants to stay in this sublime moment forever. Another part of you starts begging for sexual release. And another, much louder part of you is begging for air.

Another convulsion. You're forced to break off the kiss and cover your mouth with your free hand. Try as you might, a stream of precious bubbles escape and rise to the surface without you. Sonata pauses a second time to make sure you're okay. She's such a perfect girl.

No. The burning in your chest wants you to go for the surface right now, but your mind wants none of it. It's like trying to move with sleep paralysis. You try to let Sonata know how you feel with a single look, one of apprehension and worry. She nods towards the surface. You shake your head. You can't. The charm won't let you. Not yet.

She understands. Resuming her adept handjob, she brings a free hand to your face in an effort to calm you. Through the water, you can see her mouth the words everything will be fine. You smile back at her. Of course it'll be fine. She's here for you.

She brings her hand to the back of your head, and gently starts pulling you back towards her. At first, you think it's for another kiss, until she starts guiding your head lower and lower, until you find yourself eye-level with her still-exposed breasts. You gratefully bury your face between them, as if you were hoping to find air somewhere in her cleavage. Of course, there's no such luck, but that doesn't stop her pushing your face deeper, as if she's trying to suffocate you in her gorgeous bust. A pointless endeavour; you're suffocating enough already.

That blissful feeling of your face in her breasts, so close you can feel her quickened heartbeat, is almost too much to take. Her swift yet gentle working of her hand on your cock brings you closer to the point of no return. Losing your common sense for a moment too long, you sigh in ecstasy, letting a small cloud of bubbles float away.

Almost immediately afterwards, you start to regret it. Despite the sudden sting in your lungs, you hold back the reflexive need to inhale. Surely your survival instinct would've kicked in by now? Why aren't you swimming upwards? Why are you willingly drowning? The charm still has its claws in you, even as you grow more and more desperate.

At this point, signalling for Sonata to save your ass just means you'll be back at square one. Your oxygen-deprived brain reaches a sour conclusion; if you aren't going to make an attempt at surviving this, you might as well go all the way with her. There probably won't be another chance.

Lifting your head away from between her breasts, you gently push her shoulders, causing her to lean back until she's lying on the bottom of the pool. With a careful finger, you hook a lose part of Sonata's half-removed swimsuit from around her waist, and experimentally drag downwards. Sonata, to your delight, lends a helping hand, pushing her swimsuit down her legs and kicking it off a foot, letting it float away.

You admire the beautiful, naked form of Sonata lying before you, but only for a moment. Every muted heartbeat in your ears reminds you how little time you might have. You catch a small hint of Sonata's stomach convulsing, but only slightly. If Sonata's showing signs of struggling at this point, who knows how long you've been under?

Not wasting another moment, you push yourself through the water until you're floating just above her, looking into her bright, violet eyes. Despite the rising ache, you bring your hips closer to her own, until your cock, still twitching and eager, finds its way between her legs, stopping just teasingly short of her labia.

Sonata's arms reach out and envelop around your torso, dragging your chest to her level until you feel her skin on yours, before she thrusts her hips forward of her own accord, sliding your cock into a warm, soft state of bliss.

Any and all figments of control you had fades away in that moment. Instead, your eyes bear witness to the rest of your body falling into the passion and blur of natural desire, thrusting and writhing and groaning the last few precious bubbles away. In the fleeting moments of pure, sexual liberation, air doesn't even matter anymore. The charm doesn't matter. Nothing matters except you and Sonata, drifting through the water where up and down is irrelevant.

Pure exhilaration pulses through you with each thrust, driving your cock deeper and deeper into her, making her hair and breasts sway calmly in the encompassing waters. Even Sonata, as great of a breath-holder as she is, has to raise a hand to cover her mouth between titillating moans.

Your vision starts to blur the closer you get to your climax. Perhaps it's the lack of oxygen. With a renewed vigour, you thrust harder and harder, chasing your sexual zenith before you lose consciousness, all the while refusing the urge to release early; you can tell Sonata's close to finishing as well, and you've no intention of stopping her.

Your tip starts to strain almost as much as your lungs as you continue pounding, grasping, caressing, chipping away at Sonata's endurance. The rhythm of her own hips against yours starts to grow faster as more and more bubbles escape her lips. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as they clamp down hard, bracing against your body to thrust faster and faster, the last thing you see before your vision blurs completely is her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Despite the lack of sight - or perhaps because of it - your other senses catch every little detail. The muted, garbled scream of climax from her echoes through the pool. You can feel the stream of bubbles from her drift past your face. The warm lubrication from her climax mingles with the water around your cock, causing your last hint of resolve to break. With one more thrust, you pass the point of no return and let yourself come, the sexual frenzy wrecking your body with each passing heartbeat.

Finally, the orgasm fades to a low, numb throb. Your limbs are too heavy to drag to the surface. There's nothing left in your lungs at this point. Your eyes are hardly working at all.

Despite every nerve in your body telling you not to breathe in, your reflexes betray you.

You weren't expecting, however, to be breathing the sweet, summer air.