A sparkling pool

Harriette followed the stream, walking towards the trees. The flowers she walked among smelled wonderful lifting her spirits somewhat, the anticipation of a cool bath bringing a smile to her face. Gonti and Aelia's antics has been keeping the fire in her belly stoked, and the cool reminders of the piercings made her aware again of her nudity, the shimmering blue field protecting her from harm, and her own hands.

Reaching the small wood, the air closed in and cooled under the shade. She sighed at the relief from the hot artificial sun and stretched her arms high, her hands brushing the low branches of the tree.

At last she found the end of the stream, which terminated in a wide and deep pool of crystal clear water, Harriette whooped with delight and ran up to the waters edge, she dipped a toe in the water, finding it pleasantly cool. Perfect she thought, as she slipped down into the water, sinking up to her chest and splashing the water over the sticky juice stains. The cool water quickly cooled her piercings further, bringing them back to the front of her mind she looked down to inspect her body.

Her eyes traveled over the shiny black straps of the harness, down to where it split to reveal her nethers, the brilliant gold ring sat, pierced through her clit, keeping it visible and prominent. A hand slid down her stomach, pressing against the blue shield, and hovering mere inches above the sensitive bud, she groaned in frustration, slapping at the field between her legs, but no sensation reached her. She slapped the water, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as the resulting droplets fell onto her face. She lay there for long minutes, listening to the babbling of the stream, and her heartbeat in her ears. A sweet smell began to waft through the glade, and she relaxed further enjoying the peace.

A drop of water hit her cheek, a drip of dew from the leaves above, she left it there, free to roll slowly down her cheek and into her hair. Another drop hit her forehead, bigger, she reached up to wipe it away, and found it smeared, rather than wiped. The sweet scent intensified as she cracked her eyelids to peer at her hand. The water wasn't water at all, it was a sticky green-white goo, and upon sniffing it she confirmed that it was the source of the scent. She mover her hand and looked up into the trees. She spotted a purple flower, with a short and thick green vine sticking out of it, that was the source of the sap. She sighed, and washed her hand off in the water, rising to splash it from her face.

As she leaned forward, another drop hit her in the lower back. She growled and stood from the water, she reached for the bow and it sprung to her grip. "That's enough of that." She said, deciding a moment of pain would be worth getting rid of the annoyance. She drew an arrow and drew back the bow, as little as she dared to still hit her target, then loosed the arrow, gritting her teeth. The phantom whip struck her buttocks and she grunted, but as the arrow struck home she felt a pulse of sensation in her belly. It broke her concentration, and she looked down. The throbbing in her pussy grew and she moaned out into the glade, the bow was rewarding her for hitting her target!

Giddy she looked up at the flower, she had struck the vine directly and it has been torn from the flower, impaled to a higher branch. She grinned, and searched for another of the flowers hidden in the canopy. She found one, and eagerly knocking another arrow, she pulled back further. Loosing the shot resulted in a very harsh slice of the whip on her behind eliciting a shriek. That shriek became a squeal of pleasure as the bow rewarded her once again the burst of pleasure, centered on her pierced clit brought her within a hairs breadth of cumming, her thighs pressed together and her eyes crossed. Eagerly she drew another arrow, aiming for a flower pointed directly at her, on the other side of the pool. She drew the bow as hard as she could, and the arrow split the flower in two. The slice across her ass elicited a deep moan this time, the pain numbed by the pleasure to come. She exploded, the pulse felt like a deep thrust from a well endowed lover, it washed over her sweet spots and echoed around her love canal, ending with a sweet pulse as a soft kiss to her button. She fell to her knees in the water, panting and satisfied.

She lay back on the bank, gazing at the flower impaled by the arrow, and closed her eyes again. she drifted into sleep for a short time.