A Fumble in Cool Waters

A Fumble in Cool Waters
B_25 & Delta

Luna sigh hard and then did so again harder. The contents of her day stretched in her mind only in a blur, a haze unable to be retained come the next day. She hated times like these. Work and duties accomplished in repetition.

Leaving nothing of Luna to herself.

And all of this—she could take. The boring nobles and their hollow words; towering paperwork mattering not for their place afterward would never be seen. Smile and wave. Give thanks to the maids. Keep yourself from going insane.

Then came the heat.

It flourished from inside and out, the winds blowing steam and her blood sizzling beneath her skin—drying both tongue and eyes. She was in a hair-trigger and knew it. Strokes of a finger across the furs of her wrist caressed her like a lover.

A damn sensitivity brought on by the heat.

Luna came to a pause near the end of the hall, stopping before the entrance to her room, not having seen it for a while. Slowly her forehead leaned into the frame, droplets of sweat sliding over her chin, everything clouding her mind.

When her hand then pressed open the door—she knew something had to be done about the heat tonight. Her fingers had failed so long ago and even the toys beneath her bed had lost their charm. Sauntering over to her bed, she turned and sat down, a slight elevation to her form in thanks to her tush.

Maybe I'll have some fun before work.

Luna turned in place while raising her legs, leaning her back into the mattress, feeling the soreness of her spine release in slow stings. It bore her weight and the mass of her crown. Sometimes you don't know how exhausted you are until you've finally decided to take a break.

And a break was what Luna took.

When her eyes closed and she broke into the Dreamscape.

A rather unflattering collection.

Luna stood within the epicentre of the luminescent dome as thousands of screens phased through the other in a curved spin from top to bottom. What was passed over then re-appeared with a new dream. All of them, somehow, seen or felt by the master of them all.

She'd never lay judgment on the drams of her subjects. Much less the ones that were wet. None were perfect, and that went for herself. All strove to do was pass wisdom to those struggling when she could. Beyond that, however, she was as filthy as them all.

And maybe more. None else had such a range of pornographic material like her.

Nothing caught her eyes. None of the men polishing their sceptres of ebony or couples losing their shame in a shower. One steamy and hot. Luna shook her head at the thought. Her body boiled. The idea of a hot shower nearly made her faint.

Or, at least, faint twice.

But in all the dreams and fantasies and unknown connections, of all the kinds of lust and love made into the one, diverse in the thousands of different expressions, scenes and situations read only in magazines... one, and only one, caught a gasp from the girl.

His eyes fixated upon the screen, causing the rest to fade from existence, allowing the one to enlarge. Through the millions of dots was composed of a cottage set before a lake. The air felt fresh and the water anything but chilly. Moonlight floated across its surface.

I... don't understand. Luna stepped toward the screen as the imagery had captured her. It was an escape. Freedom from society to breathe in the coolness of nature. The freshness of pine trees clearing the gunk from her lungs. Magic never fails on such matters. But... where is the pleasure of the place being gained?

Even if not the current answer to her sexual woes, the mystery of the scene would soothe her for now at least.

It was a single step to the other side. The image of the screen grew and zoomed in the close she'd come, lowering to the ground, facing the lake. By the time she'd been a step away, it'd turn to the view of someone gazing a few steps from the water. And when Luna stepped through the thin layer of the dense lighting of dots—she phased through into the exact location of the depiction.

Grass softly crumbled underneath her feet. Cool drills of wind glided over her skin. Inhaling, the freshness of springs swirling into her lungs. Richness stayed there, sending out the dried clumps and weights created by toxins and stress.

Freedom from her woes, even though temporary, accomplished by an imagination.

Though she was alone, something had caught her, the sounds of something bubbling. Glancing around to devour her surroundings, the girl then turned to the lake, walking toward it. Her head tilted as she focused on the surface. Bubbles rising and spreading and popping.

Until a mass shot through in the middle of them.

Luna stumbled back with a mouth slightly open. In the water, the man floated in place, long brown hair matted over his left eye. He was gasping, but in a way that was controlled. He kept kicking and moving his arms, accentuating his broad chest and chiselled abdomen, the slender form of a peak swimmer.

The woman found herself in a bit of a trance.

“H-Huh?” The boy glanced left, his exposed eye going wide. “P-Princess Luna? I... er...” He turned to cough out some water, clearing his throat. The movement was cute. Endearing even. “I would kneel or something, but, uh, kinda can't.”

“I... can see that.”

“Though I can raise my knee to my chest if it helps.”

“Do not fret,” Luna was quick to say upon regaining a step forward, “I do not come here as a princess. Rather I was exploring dreams of my subjects and noticed this one was rather odd.” Now it was her turn to look away, blushing hotter than her blood. “Forgive me as I did not mean to intrude. Something about this place drew me in.”

“I-I... see. Name's Delta by the way.” Delta turned in the water to fully face her—granting a full view of his front as well. How his swimming shorts covered a bit more than she'd like. “And this place was a cottage my folks used to have back in the way. Tends to be what I fantasy the most about.”

“Among other things?”

Delta laughed nervously. Sliding a hand through his hair, he slicked it back, revealing the sharpness of his face. The swept-back look of his air only accentuated all of his features. He kept his head straight but turned his eyes away. “T-Talk about wet dreams, hey? No way you made a mistake with that?”

“While I may fail,” Luna responded in a low voice, equally as nervous as he, unable to rid her blush, “my magic does not. Sorry if my introduction has left you feeling self-conscious.”

“N-Not at all.” Delta shook his head before swimming forward, reaching the ledge of grounding. His hands grabbed onto it while leaning his chin upon the cool grass. “Not many take an interest in my kind of thing from the start. There's a strange enjoyment in explaining it.” He chuckled. “Maybe not quite being caught in the middle of it. But explaining it for sure.”

“So you are acquiring sexual bliss here?” Luna clenched her eyes tightly and nearly zipped herself out of existence. “W-What I mean to say is you find a personal delight to be had in this dream.” Her eyes open, and she exhaled heavily. “I-I mean... you're enjoying yourself here?”

“If you mean in a personal or pleasure sense, then I'll say yes to both.” Delta pushed himself out of the water as his frame rose into the air, his feet planting into the ground. He towered several inches over her, water crashing bricks around him. “Now you got me talking strangely. But... seeing as how my thing is a little strange too... maybe we're meant for each other?”

Luna laughed though her eyes swirled up and then down, finding her eyes having been left edged closer to him. “Certainly a flirt, aren't you?”

“We all tend to be a bit more confident in our dreams,” Delta said with a smile. “It's the only time we can pretend to be something more. Might as well take my chance than never at all.” He coughed. Suddenly realizing shame. “U-Unless I took things too far, of course.”

“I think your previous words ring true after all.” Luna gazed back into his eyes and stepped forward, keeping only a few feet away. She was laughing lowly and freely now, enjoying herself rather greatly. “I don't know what it is you're concocting here. But whatever it is—everything here has me interested.”

Delta grinned sheepishly. “E-Everything?”

Luna's eyes raced up and down his body, a nod followed by a bow, finished by the licking of her lips. “Everything indeed.” She stepped toward him, placing a hand on his chest, the warmth of his skin, the broadness of the muscle beneath... all signs that assured she'd be enjoying herself tonight. “So why don't you return to enjoying yourself and explain your secret delight with me.”

Delta smiled as his hand pressed over her own, keeping it there for a second, basking in the warmth of their feminine form. Her slender digits he played with between his own. Their deepening contact causing mutual drunkenness for the other.

The thumping of his heart threatened to expose him, allowing the girl to know his nervousness, how he was keeping brave despite the suddenness of it all. But. But but but! Much like her—he'd been wound up too. Winding and winding beneath the water.

Simply waiting for release.

They both stepped into the water easily enough—explosions shooting up while their forms sunk down—as Luna changed her effort in a single spell. Her expression lightened after losing the load. Of the winds brushing over the furs of her taut belly.

Something which both brought them pleasure. Damn if she isn't slender.

Once they came to tread the water feet away from each other, they kept that way for some time, enjoying the water. It hugged every inch of their curved forms; it cooled the strands of fur close to catching fire. How it followed after their moments only begged for the two to be consumed by the all-encompassing bliss.

“So, your delight comes from admiring the other from underwater?”

“Something like that.” Delta scratched at his chin upon tilting his head, fighting to find the right words. Every explanation tended to express something a little different from the other. “It's the way how you float that creates a new kind of beauty for it, y'know? Feeling free, keeping your breath, feeling consumed.”

“I suppose there is something desirable about the imaginary.” Luna smiled. Her ethereal hair floated across the surface of the water, her breasts wobbling vertically every few seconds. The thinness of her top glimpsing at the hardening nipples poking through the fabric. “Certainly something I've never tried before. Shall we give that a shot now?”

“Let's keep it a few feet beneath the surface to play it safe,” Delta led as he prepared himself for the dive. “Get you used to being underwater. Usually, it takes a bit before you take everything in. But I assure you the feeling and sensation of being underwater can be so much more.”

Both nodded.

And then both inhaled.

The sucking of wind into lungs done like a final gasp before the duo sunk beneath the surface. The water rushed over them, submerging the place they once kept, consuming them utterly. Delta stroked his hands from thighs to his shoulder, both of them facing outward, sending him down at a decent pace.

When he glanced up to see Luna... he saw something of her meant for a little later on. She swirled a little in the water, regaining her balance, unaware her derriere was on full display. Broad and ample. Supple flanks barely layered over by fabric. The white strings of her bikini bottom tightly hugged to her sides—and no wonder why.

The girl had an ass worthy of worship.

There was more to her, he knew, that drove him into that daze, a gaze fixated only on her. From the power of her long legs, pale in their blueness, a cream-like quality almost asking to be licked. The mass of thighs was subtle to the eye, but commanding of it once found. Their thickness asked, rather softly, for his head to be wedged firmly between them.

And more than that. More than the blue orbs barely contained within the top, the fur covering it slick and sprouting... was how the black fabric clung to her crotch. Her mounds defined in an outline. Some of the material wedged itself into the slit made bare.

Despite the water around, Delta endured a dry mouth—an even dryer mind.

It took a few seconds for the girl to turn fully in the water. Slowly her frame sunk through the space, the wobbly world beyond her portrayed in the surface above. Moonlight shone through, illuminating the shallowness in which they occupied, casting its glow around her form.

How badly Delta wished to have it pressing against him.

Then her eyes opened. Luna's personal stars composed of the deepest blues. They shone despite the water, casting a glow maybe not imaginary. The greatness of her hair undulated in the vastness around her. How often did one feel like they've met a goddess in their life?

So much of her form reminded him of perfection and, due to the previous nature of this dream, Delta couldn't help but feel terribly turned on. Having such a beautiful girl more than enough to do it. But imagining her floating over his lap, allowing his hand to rest on her ass, the feeling aided by water, movement assisted by it—everything that could be done, that might be done wrecked him rather madly.

Slowly, he kicked his feet, swimming to her.

Luna was thankful for the body of water for, when the moan slipped from her lips, it did so in a soundless bubble rising to the surface. The coolness soothed her skin and quenched the thirst of her fur. Her previous woes had been solved. She sunk quicker, the pressure of the good stuff increasing, losing air by the second.

But one woe stayed.

The one between her legs.

She was perfectly aware of how much the limited clothing hugged her form. How her top curved much too over her breasts, squeezing them, bunching her cleavage through the opening. Its fuzzy crevice drew even her own eyes.

And it brought her joy when Delta's did the same.

They reached face to face within a matter of seconds, his swimming keeping with her sinking, the two balancing out. The weight of her breast ceased as the water carried them softly, their slow jiggles a tickle to her skin, a different kind of sensitivity arising. One far better than the last.

And the same was true of her ass how, even with the tight article, the clinging of the fabric squeezed her cheek in a way she needed. It wasn't the kneading she'd been needing but served to ready her body for the real deal. The fabric digging into her heated-slit, driving her eyes to go around. How it rubbed up and down, in and out, everything aided by the all pressing and filling coolness of the water.

Luna was starting to see the appeal of all this rather quickly.

She couldn't help herself. With the boy a few feet away, she decided to tease him. Done so with the first asset shown up. Twirling, her billows of hair swept around, strands reaching in every direction but leaving the sight below clear.

Luna glanced over her shoulder at the poor body stunned by her form, allowing his eyes to wander as they pleased. She'd guide them to where she wanted them to go if she had to. Floating in place, bobbing occasionally, her hands settled on the divot of her lower back.

Her lungs ached a little. Not hollow but touching upon empty. Slight burns came through from the lack of air. It didn't affect her much. Focused her eyes and mind a touch, causing her to be hyper-aware of every happening.

Doubling the intensity of the rising bliss over washing her.

Sure his eyes stared at her hands, Luna slid them down, slowly, the water's resistance slowly her down but accentuating every inch covered. It made the act more of a conquest—but feeling like one as well. Adding weight to something not normally there.

Then her palms followed the curves of her rump, the supple texture of her cheeks supplemented by thin material, driving more feeling into her hands. Her fingers traced over the thickest swell of her behind, their mass splitting apart, the divide nice on the eye.

Luna arched her back and head slightly less than an inch upon grabbing her tush, kneading the squishiness into the gaps of her fingers, moaning in a series of bubbles locking her sound within them. They floated up as she sunk down, her perfect feet slowly kicking, keeping her beauty always fluctuating in place.

Satisfied with the air also floating out from Delta's mouth... she felt ready to move on.

Her body twirled, and her lungs burned a little more. There was a time limit on how much pleasure they could enjoy before going up. But it made them want to stay more. To endure the slowness despite the quickening of air, their chests going hollow, though the beauty and sexuality of it all filling out between their legs.

Luna brought her hands to the sides of her breasts and laid her palms against them, loving how slow everything moved, how much more weight was behind everything. She squeezed. Feeling them fill out. Two squishy balls dived with a thin layer of fuzz. How desperately her fingers worked into the softness, digging in, deeper and deeper, needing to be kneaded harder!

Something within her broke. The paradox of the water pressing all around her, yet allowing her to float freely, cast her in a craze for which there was no escape. Luna pressed her breasts together as the water licked ever greater into the space between them. Consuming more of her form as she went on.

And the burning in her lungs reached the point of starting a fire. The heat shot in spiderwebs across her body. Bubbles boiled in direct proximity to her. Everything within cast into a fire; everything outside cooled and caressed by the water.

The licks touched closer to her clit. How it seeped beneath her waistband, the placed filled out with water, also rubbed, licked, pressed. She nearly bucked her hips into nothing as it felt like a love was all around her.

Something becoming true in a matter of seconds.

Luna's arms and legs spread apart on their own, no longer abiding her mind, but rather, taking direct orders from her lungs. She swam a lap to the surface—until something gripped her ankle, firmly, and yanked it down.

The surprise lasted no longer than a second.

For within that second, Luna's eyes widened at the lips touching her own. Delta's face focused before her own, his eyes closed, passionate in the kiss. Her legs kicked a current once more... before settling into the peace now provided by the embrace.

His lips were firm against her own. Losing herself enough to kiss back, both of their bodies floated, holding to the other, suspended in nothing, surrounded by everything. Moonlight filtered all around them as their hairs strung in great volumes around them. Something new now made theirs.

Suddenly, slowly, together, their feet kicked together lightly, one forward and the other back, both in tandem, boosting their power together. Delta's tongue poked in-between her lips and, once she opened them air—refreshing, even if a little stale—blew into her lungs.

Granting her more life beneath the water.

Their arms circled over the other, slowly floating through the liquid, hugging the other close. The heat of the other's body was a pleasant surprise. How the warmth then warmed the waters in the space around it—touching the source, allowing one to feel a furnace without being burned by it.

They broke into the surface to gasping breaths—Luna more so than Delta—as their hairs also floated upward. They kicked in place, keeping still, their body still hugged beneath the current. They were laughing by the time their panting was done. What had gone into the lake then came out changed.

Drunk. They'd become drunk on each other. How the other felt in that different world below the soft licking of the waves. How there was a swirling against the back of their feet, constant tickles erupting. It beckoned them both to dive under once more.

Something that went without the saying of words.

Something Luna quickly learned from her first time being underwater—at least, like this.

This time it was Luna to throw herself at the boy, wrapping her arms over his neck as her lips pressed against his. She was intent on paying him back for that kiss. Half the job done as her bust flatten against his chest. Those bundles of slicked fuzzy softness rubbing over him. Driving something stiff to stake a tent within his trunks.

That great sight to be seen a little bit later.

Delta breathed in through his nose before they plunged beneath the water, both of them sinking easier this time, slowly exhaling, their speed of descent cinematic to the two. Her breasts were rising and dropping against his chest, the furs tickling his own, two balls of heat warming him gently.

Though this was about him showing his world to her.

Time to make good on that promise.

Delta broke the kiss and pulled back with a smile. He nodded at her confused expression, letting her know everything would be okay. Conversations beneath the waves were always spoken by the eyes. Sometimes, they were more honest and genuine than words could ever hope to be.

Delta then leaned back to her cheek, taking the spot between his lips, tasting watery-blueberry on his tongue. The furs were wet—not surprising—and the skin smooth. Everything bettered with the abundance of moisture reinvigorating every inch of their bodies.

But Luna's cheek wasn't the end of his journey, but rather, the start of it all.

What began at her cheek then flitted down to her jaw, kissing across the line, following it without having to move her. Luna had floated onto her face, the underside of the surface greeting her above, adding an ethereal charm to it all.

Because of the lack of gravity, Delta was able to float around her form, lowering himself with precise swiped of his hands, gliding across her body, delicately, like one would with a goddess. Flying over her perfection, coming in close only to pay his dividends.

His kisses reached her chin, which he spent a few seconds longer on. Before long he lowered to her throat. It was here the nips were risked. The taking of skin into his parted lips, tugging on the smoothness with the tips of his teeth, blowing out air in small bursts.

The bubbles tracing across her skin, racing over her furs, popping against the soft underside of her jaw—those last one drew a wiggling of her hips. Light flicks coming true. He nipped at the skin before letting it free. Bringing his mouth to that same underside, he blew more bubbles, each exploding upon contact with her skin, causing the poor girl to writhe in the desire for more.

And he made up for his crime in kissing the spot before diving back down further across her body.

Delta's legs floated above his head as he kept himself at an angle, this allowing him greater access to her body, his smooches of contact collecting down the lane of her collarbone. He was fully aware of where he was going. And both of them were getting warmer upon his arrival.

Knowing the first stage of foreplay was now over, Delta kicked his foot, only once, drawing his face an inch away from her chest. Those two mounds of creamy blue floated, barely off her sternum, natural delights also wonderfully full.

More than the furs made fuller and darker by the water, or their massive size and teasing of softness were the breasts proudly outlined in the material of her bra. They poked an inch or so, an impressive, attractive miniature tent.

It seemed both of them were getting hard in some way.

Delta pressed himself into the broad surface of her left breast, enjoying the way how it rose around his face—but loving the quivering tit sucked into his lips. There wasn't much he could do. His lungs burned from the air escaped by before. Though that only intensified the free taste of the tit on his tongue.

All while his hands floated around her back, finding the laces to her bra, done in only one knot—just as easily undone. He moved over and kissed the second nipple. It quivered beneath his lips, beneath the fabric, inching bigger.

Delta leaned back upon finishing with his hands. Because of the water, they still clung to her breast but, after a few seconds, the subtly uprising current took hold of them. The article lazily floated upward, slowly revealing what had been hidden, the darken blue of her areola, the bubble-gum pink of her nipples.

Each of them widened his eyes and caused his mouth to water... no metaphor intended.

Luna looked down at him from below, her eyes giving him a knowing look, teasing, not at all annoyed but mouthing the words boys. He chuckled, losing more air, given to a shrug. Though there was something better he could be doing with those escaping bubbles.

Delta dived back into her left breast with it now exposed, taking the whole of it into his mouth, swinging his tongue in the area around it. Slowly, he exhaled, blowing minuscule bubbles into her tit, allowing them to explore in violent tickles on the sensitive place.

An act impossible to make sexier.

There was only so much time he could spend sucking and suckling and, even though hearing the muffled cries of the girl, done through the veil of dense water, Delta knew his efforts were needed elsewhere. Seeing the giant bubble of her yelp, curving continuously around its shape, sparked confidence in his heart.

Physical proof of goodness he was evoking in the girl.

Though the arching of her back only made for Luna to float differently, it also caused her legs to come apart, further than even what a bed would allow. The zero gravity aspect was quickly becoming addictive. How she could float in the middle of everything, her body on display, allowing for the boy to attack it from any possible angle—both to him and to her.

Having Delta swim up, maybe after some time away, and kiss one of her cheeks while she floated asleep... well, that was enough to cause a different kind of wetness. All the ways he could please her now sparked a few fantasies of her own.

Luna stared off into the ceiling of quivering waves, seeing the sky, her sky, painted in thousands of glittering stars. Her moon wobbled through the waters. Though its shine shone through clearly despite it all. The feeling being otherworldly.

Her bra wisped around above her, the two cups far apart, floating on some invisible current upward. She laughed internally at seeing the article swim away. The crushing pressure of cooled water caressing every inch of her breasts. Both of them expose, wobbly in zero-gravity, pressed by a dense layer all the same.

And the kisses. Luna rolled her head around with greater freedom as those firm lips settled in the belly beneath her chest. Little pelts of bubbles exploding against her skin while his lips kept the charge contained. Energizing. The tickles different in nature.

Not to mention the waiting. Luna lifted her head to see the boy working down her belly, his face pressed against the spot, smooching longer than needed. Her form was something he'd become drunk upon. Unable to get enough of how taut her middle was. She didn't mind the appreciation in the slightest.

Neither when it reached her abdomen.

Delta paddled his legs downward, allowing them to slip in the space between her own, curving his body to the slope of her bottom. This was the place he'd seem the most intent on reaching. A site of pleasure for them both. And with seconds, if all came right, that would then be the case.

Luna kept her head lifted to gaze down at the boy now blurred by the water, everything feeling in a different sense, a different feeling, a different world down here. An escape from everything hard and tense and contraction, contrasted to the cool, floating, hugging freedom of this special place beneath the lake.

She smiled at him and, with a nod, he did the same.

Delta bobbed up before diving down, giving confusion to the girl, that was, until she could feel movement, the treading of water sweep around her form. Obviously, he was still there, swimming around, keeping close but never touching.

The suspense was killing her more than the pleading of her lungs. They burned for air. To break above and gasp in precious oxygen. Though in the fires lighting her body, her form twitched again, hyper-aware for the pleasure that would also be heightened.

Then came the hands. Floating up and pressing in soft, curving to the slope of her butt, cupping the rolling hills of pale blue. Hot blushes sizzled across her face. Of course he'd go for that first. The first affection of her teasing.

There was something about his hands that hers couldn't do. It wasn't like she had to do anything anyway. The boy could access her regardless of angle, able to take her suppleness for the sake of itself, not needing for them to sway or wobble, but rather, softly float in place.

And there came the dense and curved fabric clinging to her cheeks. They didn't allow for much breathing—constricting, bunching them together, the water fighting to get in, to lift them up, hold them from all around. It was bikini-bottom in the way now.

Something that had to go.

Luna quivered. Her teeth biting her lips. Something the same gracing across her right leg, the strand tied in a knot now pulled down her thighs, a struggle of tugs, all to get her fat-bum out from the waistband. This was a difficultly neither seemed to mind.

Within a few seconds of tugging, the bottom came over her cheeks, pulled between her legs, made taut by how far the latter was pulled apart. They floated in place, inching up and down, another weight needing to surface.

Here were things turned interesting.

Delta balled himself beneath her, his knees lifting to his chest, feet sliding across her thighs, reaching the opening of her panties. It was here he slowly pressed against them. Sliding them down while keeping his face exactly where he wanted to be.

Luna was moaning into low bubbles, swaying left and right, far more than what a bed would allow, the bliss of being in space experienced. She couldn't help losing her last bits of air. Not when the burning of her pussy was crushed by the immense waters, cooling and filling across, mounting in subtle pressure.

More was the boy working on her behind.

His hands settled over the bare cheeks exposed by the water, their naked form amplified by the magnifying glass of the body of water surrounding them, drenching their slope and furs with utter moisture.

And then gave them a firm squeeze.

Luna moaned his name. The bubbles might as well have formed in every letter in the noun of 'Delta.' His fingers pressing into her softness, digging her plushness around, spreading each mass, letting them close, rocking them up and down—kneading to please her.

If the boy wasn't careful, then those cheeks may very well become his pillow, given a chance at another dream. But keeping in playing with her ass, both to his and her delight, his foot pressed her bottom off her feet, allowing the material to float upward to the shiny ceiling above.

It floated, up and up, inch by inch, twirling in the air, its blue darkened into near black, hazing as it reached above. Within seconds it was away from them, leaving her bare, breasts shifting in place, ass mounted just the same, crotch free from the woes of heat.

And Delta had his fun with her behind.

It didn't take him long to rise between her legs once more—only his head coming up between her thighs as comical as it was sexy. There wasn't worry for posture or positions, needing to move or twirl or expend effort to accompany it. Luna's body might as well been laid on a pedestal for him to admire.

Delta loved the way how things raised. Keeping with the view of her slope cheeks inches away, with a single kick of his legs, he pushed up, losing them to the replacement on thick blue thighs on either side. Their volume supplementing the vast crotch set before him. That, and the sprawling belly reaching to the hills of blue in the distance—along with the girl gazing down at him.

And how her hair greatly billowed behind and around her.

There was no better work than pleasing a goddess.

Delta decided to be a naughtier than usual. His lower-body raised until he was floating straight and, from there, brought his form around her leg. Hugging himself around it, the rest of his body tailing away after her foot, her one leg held all of his non-existent weight.

Placing his face against Luna's inner-thigh, Delta took a moment to pay his appreciation, to love its firmness, its thickness, the coating of wet fur and the mass of skin still warm against his cheek. Another great pillow to rest against. Only, there was only so much time he could stay here.

Delta turned to the crotch of the girl, the candy looking pink of her folds fully exposed, her slit looking tight, narrow, and absolutely delicious. He dove close, starting with her crotch, kissing the spot, working down, this time with quicker speeds than before.

But as his last kiss was destined to make contact with the quivering clit doing so in need... he floated before. Luna had rolled her head, left and right, fighting to her legs from closing, not wanting to force his head against such a place.

Why had he stopped? Luna wondered why only for a few seconds. In the next, there they came, the blowing of air into bubbles, the smallest possible, each trailing over the curve of her crotch. And then the assault began in a way that did make her legs close.

Luna cried another large bubble of air lowering her slightly, feeling the ones blow by her lover floating over her slit, blasting over her folds, tickling them ferociously with every explosion—the trio beating against her clit sending her thighs to either side of his head.

Delta was a little surprised to feel two barrels of plushness crashed into the sides of his head, yanking him forward, lodging his face in the place between her legs. They didn't rub together yet. As if giving him a chance to make up for his persistent teasing.

Luna's pussy. Exposed to him via the inches of water separating them. It seemed more succulent underwater. Parts of pubic-mane floated above, clearing her entrance. Her thighs tightened on his sides. The first cue to work.

Delta nudged his snout into the folds, the muffled sounds of blowing bubbles sounding in his ears, everything accompanied by the subtle shifting of water. The body of the lake kept alive in its own ways. The life beneath the way always singing lightly into their ears.

Even Luna's laughter sounded the same. The fumbling of bubbles choked on the endless liquid. Everything soundless. Only the noises of life coming through—although doing so still mumbled. She loved the feeling of the face buried into her crotch. The feeling of locking the floating boy by the thickness of her thighs.

Delta decided to attempt a long, slow lick, bottom to top, sliding slightly inside, pushing against the butter of water to caress her inner-folds. Though her taste had been watered down, and smell not a thing to be smelled—the heat, that burning within that sphere of water drove him crazy in a different way.

It was impossible to smell, and yet, within that heat, that area of warmed water, her scent came through. Musk dense from being trapped in the furs once draped over her mounds. Everything grew warmer the closer he drew—a tucked away sauna tucked away within the interior of her cunt.

Somewhere Delta was more than happy to explore.

The first lick was enough to send a shiver through her spine, the rest of her body arching up and down in the water, free to fully perform the demands of her body. Everything was fully expressed and ridden out. No fear for gravity to limit what their bodies then desired.

Delta continued his assault of licks. There was burning within his chest, tightened everything to the inside of itself, demanding of his soul to go upward. Being locked by the impressive thighs scared him as much as it did enthrall him.

He couldn't outright swim. It would take seconds, maybe even moments to get out of her lock, to break for the surface and a few seconds more to actually breathe in air. But that only served to work harder now, to be released of the natural means of her body.

The time placed on the act only intensified the process.

His tongue kept lapping at her cunt. Bottom to top. Sipping in deeper and deeper. The taste started to change. Lake water to something bitter and then sweet. The girl tasted of blueberries. A perfect contrast of flavour, drying his tongue—though the water around assured it'd never go like that completely.

Though, on having his face firmly wedged into her pussy, licking and sucking, blowing air and tickling bubbles into the confines of her insides... Delta felt something change. The woman rose in the water, sitting up, causing her crotch to pull back—though his face to follow after it.

Everything made sense within seconds.

Luna sat up in her floating seat, both of them suspended in the middle of the water, her eyes gazing down at him from above. Her mouth was open, though she didn't care for the water seeping in. Not when her tongue was so wildly lolled out.

Delta quickly became aware of what she was planning when both of her hands came out to play. One reached to settled on her right breast, kneading at her hills made of dough, pleasing herself, all while the other snaked its way downward.

Settling on the back of his head.

Delta didn't mind upon feeling the pressure of her hand aided by the thighs, knowing he'd wound up the girl so badly as to make her desperate—desperate for him to do more. And that he was willing to do. Letting his eyes closed, and allowing his head to be guided, up and down, he moved to please.

It started slow. Up and down. Going it her pace. A face rubbed against pussy. He floated in a slow curve, fighting through the water to keep with her slope, both of them fighting to increase their speed. But the added weight behind their movements applied the same when it came to the rising heat building in both of their crotches.

Though their times were coming to a close. It was shown not only in the bubbles spawning from the moving of their bodies, from their positions fluctuating up and down, by inches and feet, done every few seconds. But rather the bubbles escaping from their lips. The showing of less and less air was within them.

Delta's head was lifted to her clit, which he plunged into, taking the pearl into his mouth, suckling on it gently, licking across it smoothly. Luna thrust her hip without control, and, despite the movement being reduced to half speed—every flick carried the same power as more bubbles surged from around her rocking form.

But he endured. Taking every thrust by shifting himself back, tending to the itches of her clit with the utmost care. Lick and lap, suck and suckle. Nuzzling his face against the place, throwing as much of himself against there was possible. Warmth to heat. It might as well have been a hot-tub around her pussy.

And after a few seconds, came the last cry of the girl, closing her legs fully and pressing against the back of his head with full force, shoving the boy there. Every inch of his face was smudged against the cunt and crotch and clit. Something thin and baking came thinned out around him. Little flicks still came from Luna's hips, though they slowed, losing force, power gone for pleasure had been gained.

Delta was able to pull out from the lock of the legs after a second, the water becoming cooler as he pulled away from the zone—one heated by thighs and her special place. He nearly swam back in to feel the heated scent of the girl once more. But if his lungs were bursting inside of him—thinking of hers worried him.

But there was still reason for him to enjoy himself on the way up.

Delta ignored the white line of cum as it lazily floated above, exuding a heat by itself, nearly glowing in the water. Swimming in over Luna's body, she laid back, tired and lost in bliss—consumed by the feeling though drunk from the lack of oxygen. She was in another place. It would be up to him to drag them both back up to the surface.

That's why he took her arms and threw them over his shoulders, feeling her hug him out of instinct, her bare breasts meshing against his chest, the sensation reminding him that the world's hardest erection was still straining the front of his swimming trunks.

He'd spent far too long being teased and doing the work to not take a little bit of a reward for his efforts.

That's whey that, when it came to taking the girl back to the surface, his hands went for her bare cheeks instead, loving the way they filled across his palm, filling out between his fingers. Such fatness keeping taut somehow. It was a paradox he wasn't troubled by in the slightest.

With hard kicks of his feet, he guided them upward, slowly, gaining speed as they went along. The undulating surface beckoned him to breach, teased him with the sweet oxygen scented with pine, that warm airs would brush across his skin.

Promise met upon the first sounding of a splash. One not slow nor muffled either. The crashing of water loud on the night, as were the gasping breaths and the coughing lungs, the hacking of things swallowed without knowing.

They kept like that for some time. Luna recovered after a few seconds, though, due to the climax underwater, it had slowed the effects on the body. The goodness concentrating in her crotch kept locked by forces pushing inward like a circle. Keeping it locked, suspended, though keeping the please lingering all over.

And when she came to the surface, breathing air, for now, she was free, that goodness lodged within slowly speed out, tingly across her frame, the festered feeling unleashed better than ever before. Limbs twitched as the pleasure wrecked her. Kicking to keep on floating filtered the feeling even more.

Luna became aware that her breasts were free in the water, barely covered by the surface of the water, hidden not at all when peered below. The same was true of her cunt. The crotch exposed beneath the water. The juicy sight was not one she was ashamed of at all.

It was at gazing at her friend turned into something more that different feelings arose. Though most of his body as bare—his bottom was now. Those trunks kept around him, though, to the pleasant lick of her lips, seeing the mass of his cock straining its front created a deep hunger for it.

If such a beast could barely be contained in there, hard enough to pitch the highest tent she'd ever seen, a single throb nearly pushing the trunks up and down... the joy she would have it on and inside of her. Sliding through the valley of her tits, floating in that heave just down below, any kind of angle now available.

Luna treaded the water and blushed at her thoughts. The boy had been kind enough to show her his world. Her pleasure ensured and enacted. Everything that could be done, would be done, all showed and helped by his hands and other things. With the stiffy that threatened to burst through his trunks—surely she owed him something of the same.