She another.
We continued like this until I was fully submerged and she was swimming in the deeper waters. I swam out to her, she was waiting for me. Her lips were still parted, but now her eyes were full of lust.
I came close to her, reaching out and pulling her against me. Against my hard cock. We began kissing passionately, feeling each other, and grabbing our bodies with hungry hands.
She searched for my cock and began stroking it slowly, while I fondled her breasts as we swam. I got frustrated and swam backwards, taking her with me. I found footing so that I could stand, and pulled her close again.
She giggled and it rang around the room like music…
We resumed our intensity. My hands searching all over her body, finding breasts, curves, and corners. She went straight for my throbbing member. I squeezed her ass in my hands and pulled her upwards against my chest. I pressed my face into her breasts and slid her down my shaft.
She moaned with every inch she took.
I was groaning into her shoulder. Even in the water, she was so wet. Or maybe she was wet because of the water? I’d always heard they were magical.
Either way, I continued to thrust slowly. Taking her up and down with my arms, in and out with my cock. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeper. I felt myself twitching inside of her. I was getting close…
With eyes staring right into mine, she slid one hand down to her clit and began massaging. Watching me as she began to moan, as the sounds began to sing in the chamber.
My cock was throbbing like crazy.
She was groaning louder. Taking me deeper. Harder. Her breasts were splashing in the water. She was pulling me with her legs into her–
I jerked awake. Felt the mattress at my face and not the soft skin of Feyra’s breasts. The sweet smell of her hair was gone and all I had were the ashes of the small fire Roman had used to make Feyra’s potion.
I swallowed, felt the tightness in my pants and adjusted my erection under the covers. I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Roman was already packing the horses, the sun had been up for an hour.
I rose slow, sneaking upon him and greeting him with a bear hug.
“I heard your eyes open,” he said.
“Oh come on,” I said. “No way.”
Roman smiled, tightened the saddle on his horse. He was more tired than me but refused to sleep. I understood why, we had another monster of Lady Skol’s on our trail now.Merls.Beasts like the Siren Singers, except all they did was attack and feast on flesh and blood. Lady Skol had brought them out of the Warlands, from whichever dark recess she’d come from. They were large reptilian things, flew faster than an eagle and had claws like wolves. Worst of all their saliva was poisonous and paralyzing, they didn’t need to worry about anyone running away if they’d bitten them.
“I’ll go wake Agatha, let her know we’re readying to leave,” I said.
Roman nodded. “She’s been up again, talking to herself. I can never hear what she mumbles, but–” he said no more.
“It’s unsettling,” I said, taking a look at the tent.
“Yes. Something about her… I can’t put my finger on it.”
I slapped his shoulder. “Eat some food, maybe have a micro sleep before we go.” He snorted and shook his head, began patting his horse.
I walked up to the tent, my hand hovering before opening. Every morning I hoped that Feyra would wake. Or that she’d woken in the night. I was pinning for her. I felt so distant from her while she was in this induced sleep. That was the downside of the potion Roman made, but I suspect he made that particular potion because of me.
If I’d had the opportunity to be with her in her dreams…
I opened the cloth door and saw Agatha already up. She lay quietly, watching her friend. “Any change?”
She shook her head. “She just keeps sleeping,” she said.
I couldn’t help myself from watching the slow rise and fall of Feyra’s breasts. They were how I’d dreamed, perfect, round and–this was no time to fantasize and waste time. There were monsters after us, and all the progress we’d made towards Jebra had been slowed because of this transformation. If we were to take Feyra to the ruined city to fulfill her prophecy, then we were needing to make haste.
Agatha’s face was distraught. I doubted whether she was sleeping at all. She was so overcome by her friend's condition, she’d barely left her side. She was able to be what I yearned for. She was so caring, and yet… As Roman had said, she had something I couldn’t put my finger on.
“We’ll leave as soon as possible. Is she ready?” I asked.
