Swim through the lake

You take a deep breath, and dive below the surface. You relish the feel of the water as your glide through it. Before long, you're approaching beneath a circular floating object with a large hole in the center. A single bipedal creature floats atop it, seemingly asleep.

You approach cautiously, not wishing to startle the creature; yet you need knowledge. You stretch out a hand and touch your knuckles to the creature's leg. The direct contact between your spikes and the creature's dermal layer provides an immediate connection; you feel the mind of this creature and begin to learn. Information floods to you faster than you can consciously process it; the planet, it's civilization, the species of this creature; human. You learn more about humans, psychology, physiology, motivations.

The one you're touching is a female, and she is indeed asleep. Her mind says her name is "Lauren" and she is staying in a nearby building as a break from the cycle of working that normally takes up the adult human day. Learning more about what makes her "female" is proving inherently exciting for you. In fact, you find your other hand is roaming her body atop the flotation device, touching more of her. With increased contact, you find the connection to her mind is exponentially clearer. You understand so much, both consciously and otherwise.

You want more, you need more. Carefully, you lower a hand to her bathing suit, sliding it up in the gap between her body and the inflated ring she sleeps upon. You brush some of her yellow hair aside in search of more skin to touch. Your hand discovers her right breast and moves the top of her suit aside to examine it further. You sense her nipples hardening as you stroke her and more of her body begins to react. You must know more!

You break contact with the woman's leg, your second hand makes its way up to begin kneading and pulling on her other breast. You raise your head above high enough to open your neck glands, and begin releasing your gas. You concentrate on her arousal and submission. More driven than ever to learn, one of your hands moves aside the lower portion of her bathing suit and you find her sexual organ; as the information from her mind indicated it would be!

Your finger brushes her opening, finding her body stimulated by this contact and beginning to open up for you. Without further invitation needed, you slide a finger into her waiting opening, noting happily that your claws can retract at will. Her body squirms a bit, but she makes no other indication of anything being amiss. You draw the finger back and push in deeper, finding her passage moist and flexible, eagerly stretching around you. You pull back once more and push in deeper. You haul your main body up above water and observe as your stimulation provokes her body to respond.

Under the water, your penis is so hard it hurts. You have no purchase and understand this creature can't breathe under water, so you begin kicking your legs in long powerful strokes, moving the woman's flotation device toward the shore.

She starts to moan and breathe heavier as you pick up the pace with your finger. Faster, you feel your own excitement building and cannot bear the thought of stopping. You need to "complete" this so very badly. With one more thrust of your finger, you feel her passage tighten and grip you in a new way.

This proves too much stimuli and the female is suddenly awakened. She screams; confused and unsure what is happening. She is too late, however, as you are close enough to shore to stand up. With one hand clamped over her mouth, your other arm holds her tight to your body. You almost spill your seed into the shallow water as her firm behind wriggles against your cock, and the feel of her small firm breasts on your arm isn't helping.

You tear away the flimsy bottoms as you walk onto land. Pushing the woman flat on her belly, one hand still clamped over her mouth, pulling her head back, you use the other to guide yourself into her wet warm folds.

Within a second, a blast of your seed fires into her waiting cavity, coating her inside. She shakes uncontrollably, her own sexual release **** by the chemicals in the seed you have laid within her.

Enthralled with the stimuli, you begin your thrusts, your weight helping to hold her spread against the muddy ground. You slow your thrusts on concentrate on the surrounding area, discovering that you are definitely alone with her. You want to see her breasts again, her pretty mouth, so you release your grip and flip the woman over, thrusting back into her in the same moment.

"N-no...stop...ugh...ugh...what is this...someone help!" she says as you keep thrusting. You take her in a tight hug, your hands grip her shoulders to keep her in place as you pummel her. Her words are lost on you as you're deeply into your own needs. Soon a second burst of cum is firing into her.

"S-s-stop! You can't! I-I..." she gasps for air as another orgasm overwhelms her. Her firm pale body shaking, she lies limp.

Not far away, you see the structure from her mind with a car parked out front. You've learned from her mind that such a thing can convey people and objects at great speeds.

You find the door to the building unlocked and carry the female inside.