All things considered?

Melanie is silent as you tell her about Flumen and what you’ve already promised the naiad, who now was standing at the foot of the bed, nervously rubbing her thighs together (to be fair the naiad was just masturbating so there is a small flood running down her legs). It a bit awkward for you to talk about how you’ve been sleeping with the naiad as you’ve just had sex with Melanie, but to you it’s better you get it all out into the open now. You still inside Melanie who lets out a strained sigh — and you hiss — as she straightens and dislodges you from inside her. She runs a hand through her hair and stifles a moan at the feeling of your cum sliding out of her.

“I can’t believe you promised to knock her up.” Melanie says at last, “I mean after all that talk after our first time...”

You rub the back of your head, “At the time, it was just supposed to be sex, but she wanted it and she said they would be naiads.”

You know Melanie was a bit caught off guard by the whole ‘I am knocking a naiad’ thing, though considering how pissed she could be, this is a good sign. Of course on the other hand, she may just be building up steam, which isn’t good.

Flumen lifts her hand and a steam of water from the fountain washes over you and Melanie, who yelps at the water washes away the sweat and cum from her body (her still sensitive pussy jolting at the sensation). You get a surge of energy and groan as your erection regains it’s vigor and Melanie bites her lip at the sight. Flumen walks to Melanie’s side of the bed and sits on it, uncaring of her nudity or the fact she is still leaking her cum on the sheets.

“I know you may not be sure about all this.” Flumen begins, a hand resting on the Aphrodite camper’s shoulder, “But I am genuine about my intentions with Jack. I know that reasonably I can’t be with him except for when he is in camp, so I can’t give myself over to him fully. I do want him as a friends-with-benefits if not a lover, and I fully intend to be with him when I can, if you allow me to be. You’d be able to be with him in all the ways I can and I cannot, and I won’t be offended if you don’t want to share.”

“You threw the whole exclusive thing out the window before I even asked.” Melanie groans.

“No.” You reply, and you cup her cheek again, “If you want me to be with you alone. I’ll agree to it.”

Melanie closes her eyes and finally sighs, “I don’t know if it’ll work, but I guess we can try to find out. I mean, Flumen is hot and I can’t say I mind a menage-et-trois, demigod relationships are a bit outside the normal boundaries at times.”

Flumen’s eyes light up and she pulls the startled camper into a tight hug. You really can’t help but notice the way their bodies slide and push against each other, especially as Flumen clamps her mouth on Melanie’s (much to her surprise). It doesn’t help that Melanie tentatively reciprocates and runs her hands through Flumen’s hair and down her back.

If your cock wasn’t at full mast before, now it as hard as adamantium.

As they separate, Melanie clears her throat awkwardly, “...You certainly don’t wait.”

Flumen grins as she kneads the demigod’s chest gently, causing Melanie to softly coo at the sensations.

“I am a naiad, we aren’t exactly chaste creatures, and we aren’t bound by human society.” Flumen boasts. “Plus, you are a beautiful demigod and I am well versed in pleasuring men and women.”

Melanie hums in agreement at that and turns to you before looking at your erection and giggling, “Really? You can go again?”

“You watch two beautiful woman make out as a guy!” You mumble, a bit an indignant and mostly embarrassed, “Plus I was drenched in water!”

Flumen’s smile is nothing short of lustful as she crawls over to you and gently begins to pump your cock, “These two beautiful women can do a lot more than make out. Especially with you in the room.”

Melanie gets to her feet and dresses herself, “I am going to think this over. Have fun, I said I wouldn’t mind but give me time to get used to it, I need a bit.”

You move to get up and at least kiss her when Flumen grips your shoulders, pushes you down, straddles you, and glares.

Melanie laughs at the naiad’s aggressive nature, “Oh just give it her stud. As much as another round sounds like fun, I’m satisfied for now as it is.”

With that, Melanie blows you a kiss and leaves.

Well.

You’re not dead, Melanie seems interested if nothing else, and Flumen is definitely about to fuck you so you’ll count the conversation as a win.

Flumen let out a moan as she moved to slide herself down on your cock, “Oh gods finally...”

Your breath hitches at the feel of yourself inside her, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You did.” She accuses with no heat, “So you’d better damn well make it up to me!”

You grip her hip and bring her up before slamming her down and lifting your hips up to meet the pull. She gasps and shivers as a small orgasm washes over her, probably triggered by the leftovers of her masturbation. You take advantage of the momentary pause and flip her onto her back without dislodging yourself from her. Within seconds, your holding a steady pace while Flumen bucks into you as your thrusts keep jolting her. Most of your sex with Flumen had been hard and deep, trying to fuck a child in her belly, to knock her up like the slutty naiad she is. But in lieu of her recent discussion with Melanie, you want to tease her with gentle motions, not the wild and rough sex she enjoys.

You lean over her to make out with her, sliding your tongue to tangle with hers. She whines into your mouth and submissively lets you conquer her mouth.

“Stop teasing me.” She whines as you draw away, “I’m not a blushing virgin or your wife to be gentle with, I am your slut, treat me like one.”

You sigh in amusement as you realize she loves the feeling of being used, and well, you can’t say you don’t like fucking with wild abandon.

“I’ll do a lot more than that.” You whisper in her ear.

“Oh yesss...” She hissed, “Ruin me.”

You slowly draw out of her until the tip is barely within her folds, and slam yourself as deep as you can. Your dick does more than knock against her cervix, and you feel your cock tremble as you use your powers to make water cling to her opening and wrench her cervix open so your dick can smash her insides. She arches her back as much as she can against the mattress as her eyes roll up and her mouth hangs open, a orgasm ripping through her senses. Judging by her reaction, she had probably never had someone try that to her and she was knocked senseless.

Her body clenching around you is more than you can take and you tense as your deposit a load inside her. With her dick lodged inside of her where it is, you know that there is no way she can’t be pregnant. A part of you wonders exactly how many days it’s been since you been filling Flumen up, but you’re not complaining. You draw on the water that around you and more streams onto you from the fountain as your stamina is once again full. Flumen gasps in exertion and seems to go limp to rest for moment, panting out a sound that may have been ‘wait’ if she was more coherent.

She always demands to be fucked like a animal or a slut, so you refuse to acknowledge that.

You don’t relent and keep going, the water that she had drenched you and you reapplied is enough to keep you hard and your orgasm rising. Each thrust makes her body jerk at the sensations as you relentlessly pound the slut wild, stretching out her orgasm and aftershocks. With a an almost animalistic cry, she suddenly latches onto you, hand grabbing at your back as her legs lock behind you. You wince as her nails dig into your back and her body trembles in another orgasm. You close your eyes and focus on the water that was still on your skin and doused the bed, winding them up and around her body to tug at her nipples and play with her clit.

“How can you fuck me so good?” She almost complains, “Not even the other campers I’ve ever fucked could do this to me!”

“I guess I can be a bit more ‘creative’ (you punctuate this with a sharp jab of water into her pussy) with my powers!” You growl.

She purses her lips as she tries to stifle a wail and buries her face in your shoulder, sucking desperately on the skin that connects your neck to your collar. She may not remember but hickies are technically bruises that water soothes away in a couple of sessions.

’Meh, thoughts for another time.’ You muse as you feel another orgasm welling up within you, ‘I’ve got much more pressing matters.’