Morning to some issues...

Waking up is a quiet affair, you yawn and shift only to realize your naiad is draped across you, her body pressed up against yours. Your cock twitches at the sensation of her slim body against your side and you try to push the urge down. You glance to the small clock you see and wonder whether you should groan in annoyance or sigh in relief as you are well ahead of the alarm’s ringing. Either way your eyes drift to the slumbering naiad and you can’t help yourself as you gently run your free hand across her cool cheek.

You feel conflicted about events playing out with the naiad.

No doubt she was an amazing lay and you are very very happy she wants this, but with the amount of times you came in her you probably impregnated her. You had fully intended it and she was more than happy with that, but you never wanted to leave a child of yours without a parent. She had insinuated that she would give birth to naiads, but you were sure that when god had a child with women or spirits they did sometimes end up as demi-god of sorts. If she does give birth to a human/naiad child who looks human, you would never forgive yourself if you abandoned it. Thanks to your insistence yesterday, she was going to get impregnated by you if she has her way, and frankly you just don’t have the willpower to refuse.

Which was another thing, what the hell is up with you? A little seduction and suddenly you lose every shred of self-control?

You bite your lip and try to ignore the worry when you feel the naiad shift and smile sleepily at you.

“Hello.” She says.

“Hi.” You greet back, smiling a tad nervously.

You both chuckle at the impersonal greeting after the events of last night.

“Well...” You scratch your cheek with your free hand, realizing something rather important you had overlooked in you haze of lust yesterday,“I suppose we never got properly acquainted so I’ll go first, I’m Jack Langnan.”

She blinks and laughs, “Of course! Sorry, you can call me Flumen.”

You nod and she nuzzles into your neck, and her hand drifts to your hips, “Well Mr. Langnan, how do you intend to start your day? Maybe a shower with yours truly?”

Your dick begins to harden as you imagine fucking her in the shower, her cries and gasps echoing in the bathroom. She smiles excitedly as she palms your cock and gently begins to pump you erection, her gentle ministrations coaxing you to full mast in seconds. You groan as you tilt your head to make out with her for a few seconds before you pull back. You really need to ask before you go farther or you’ll forget and probably be too preoccupied to remember. You run your hands down hers and grip her wrist just as she lowers your boxers past your erection.

She looks up at you in surprise.

“You said you can take care of a baby?” You inquire.

Understanding dawns on her face and she giggles, “I probably didn’t explain too well. Naiads can reproduce sexually — like when a demigod with a insane sex drive knocks us up — or if something as small as a split in our stream technically shaves off a bit of our water to create a new stream. Either way, a new naiad is created, and I can raise them. No strings on your part and frankly you can pay by making sure I start showing soon.”

You sigh in relief and lets go of her wrist to press her mouth against yours in a hungry kiss, “In that case, you’d better be ready to be filled till you pop.”

She licks her lips after you separate, “Oh you’d better make sure of it.”

She rolls off of you and gets on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass enticingly.

“Fuck your bitch.” She giggles, “by the time you leave for breakfast, I want my womb to be bloating.”

You grin and grab her hips, your dick straining to enter her, “With pleasure.”