It was pretty hot actually...

Aster couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from the voluptuous sprites...and their new gravity defying additions. The way the pale skin curved into such perfect globes...there was something so compelling about the way they bounced...Aster blinked. What was she doing here again? There was a reason...Oh. right. Safety of the meadow. She caught sight of Bowen staring slack jawed at the eroticized water sprites, completely oblivious to Aster's presence. Hm...maybe it wasn't a good idea to look too closely...

Aster cleared her throat, trying her hardest not to look back to the water, "Uh...right. Um, how did...that...happen to you?"

The pale blondes giggled happily at Aster's obvious discomfort, their lovely voices drawing her unwilling gaze like a moth to a flame. Tittering, the sprites slid closer together, hands reaching out to caress each others bodies. Though they kept their beautiful bosoms hidden below the waterline...barely, though they seemed to be taking unnecessarily deep breaths. Aster instantly lost her train of thought as their breasts pressed together, trapping water in their combined cleavage.

"We were, like, waiting for the ice to thaw when this, like-"

"-smelly stuff came from upstream. We tried to get away from it but-"

"-the, like, ice was too thick and when we got to the pond it was, like, full of the stuff."

"So we majorly freaked at first but then-"

"We just started feeling so, like..." She paused, trying to think of the right word.

Aster was barely listening, mouth hanging open much like Bowen's, and it took a long time for the sprites to find the right word. She didn't care so long as they kept squeezing together like that...

"-Sexy..."

"Mmm, yes you are..."

"Oh, you're so bad..."

The sprites mashed together even closer and passionately kissed, letting out little moans of need while their hands slid under the water. Their moans got louder, and they gasped for air despite not needing it. They forgot their coy games and started to slide back under the water, taking their sexual magnetism with them. Aster suddenly found herself at the waters edge, cold liquid lapping at her ankles. It startled her back to her senses, faeries hate water, but her senses were desperately telling her to jump in after the disappearing beauties, still locked in a lovers embrace.

Not...right...want to...have to...can't... her thoughts were a confused jumble of **** instinct and heady need. She became dimly aware of Bowen wading in behind her...