At the river spirit’s mercy

One moment, Lux is standing on the riverbed, mud oozing between her toes. Then her footing is gone. She’s swept up – but there is no up anymore, no down. The river’s current – or the nereid’s arms – grasp her and she is pulled along through roaring water.

Panic rises briefly, but she can feel the potion working, providing her with the air she needs. Besides, she’s in good hands…right? She was promised she’d be fine…right?

Through the rushing darkness, she sees the nereid’s face draw closer. Exquisite features drawn in a wicked smile. To think she’d been so afraid of a little kiss…

But it’s not to kiss her that the nereid moves, instead bringing her mouth to Lux’s ear. “I mean, I do like drowning.” Her words come in an impossible whisper, above the noise of water. “Kind of my party piece! But I’m not a one-note gal. For example…”

A slender hand squeezes Lux’s breast, stroking, teasing. A few bubbles of precious air escape from Lux’s lips, before she manages to hold onto the rest. She’s going to need that…eventually…

“…there’s venom. Did you know I had venom?”

A prickling sensation. A strange heat dancing on the surface of Lux’s breast, before sinking deeper in. More breath lost as she stifles a yelp. The sensation shimmers within her tit-flesh, all while the nereid’s massage continues.

“Just a tiny taste,” the spirit’s voice croons. “Have you ever seen a jellyfish? Such pretty, pretty, deadly things. Oh, but the sting!”

Pain lances through Lux’s body. Radiating out from her stricken chest. Her heart quickens, every sensation heightened. While other fingers slip between her thighs, teasing their way slowly…

“Orrr,” the nereid continues, “there’s always brute ****. All water around you can squeeze, and squeeze…”

Not all over at once, but first a hand, then a foot, then her other breast, weighing down on her ribs…pressure building and releasing, rising and falling, the river itself playing with her body like a helpless toy. Should it really feel so very good…?

“And what else? Oh, yes…”

The fingers toying with Lux’s entrance suddenly feel…less solid. What she can see of the nereid’s form in front of her enraptured face begins to flow, fade, vanishing into the current of water around it. And then—

Now Lux can’t hold her breath in as she feels the pressure of water flowing into her, hitting each sensitive spot as it goes – going deep, so deep, sending out shocks of pleasure that radiate to the tips of her toes, making them curl. Her whole body, inside and out, stroked and squeezed and teased until every nerve is afire with sensation. And in her ear, still she hears the spirit’s voice, now moaning and crooning as she gives voice to her own pleasure.

It’s more than Lux can bear, more than she’s ever felt before. The water-form of the nereid, unhindered by solidity but still very tangible, reaches further inside her than any mere penis could, stimulating at her very core, until— until…

Her cry of passion is lost in a plume of bubbles, washing away in the torrent of water. All awareness gone, her existence fusing with that of the lustful water spirit. She surrenders herself totally, knowing only sublime gratitude for this blessed state.

She has no sense of how long the cascade of climax lasts, how long before she sees the nereid’s divine face solidify before her eyes once again. Before small, delicate hands take hold of her head, draw her close, and their lips join in a kiss…

And then comes the feeling of cold rushing down her throat, the dull awareness of river-water filling her enchanted lungs, the water fey’s final, fateful gift.

“Mmm.” The nereid’s voice is a somehow breathy whisper. “You know, I actually like it this way. We are having fun, aren’t we. But we’re nearly where I promised to take you.”

Lux cannot reply. Her voice useless, her mind still blank. The potion suppresses the instinct to panic, letting her safely breathe – just for the moment. As the watery dark swallows all.

“You’ll be fine when I leave you,” the nereid adds. “And after that – well, at least, you’ll have a chance…”