Curiously

As the mysterious creature resembling a woman stared up at him from the water, Orus was struck by an overwhelming curiosity. He dared leaning closer, lifting a hesitant hand out toward her. “Who are you?” he asked, a wondering frown on his damp face.

She lifted a very human-looking hand to twine a strand of thoroughly wet and exceptionally red hair around a long finger. “Who are you?” she replied, voice flowing like water as she studied him with wide blue eyes.

He cleared his throat, unable to resist glancing down at her breasts floating just under the water's surface. “I am Orus, of Ilustoria.” As he spoke, a smile slimmed her eyes, and she drifted closer.

“Hello Orus of Ilustoria,” she said, leaning forward in the spring, “I am called Naiira, of...” Her deep blue eyes skimmed the steamy space around them. “...this spring.” She let out a bubbly laugh.

Orus had the thought of keeping his distance when she appeared, but her kindly demeanor hardly seemed dangerous, and so he remained in place as she drew nearer. “You live here?” he asked. “In this spring?” He glanced about, seeing little one could call shelter.

Her bubbly giggle echoed through the mist. “It's far bigger than it seems from all the way up here.” Slowly, she drifted even closer, now just inches from his withdrawn knees. Her eyes roamed his body. “You are a man, yes?”

A slight frown came to him at her change of topic, though he nodded all the same. “Indeed,” he answered, curiously observing her as she swam so close. She was far enough out of the water now that her breasts were mostly visible, reddish nipples blurred by the shifting surface.

Naiira broke into a grin at his response. “Oh, I so rarely meet men!” she exclaimed, rising out of the water on her hands as she suddenly moved closer still. Her dripping breasts hung free between her outstretched arms, knees sliding up into the shallows behind her, lifting a shapely pink rear just past the water's surface. “It gets so lonely living here, with only my sisters to keep me company. I don't suppose you have a... cock?” she asked, eyes wide with a curiosity to match his own.

Orus shifted his close-drawn legs as he was reminded of his nakedness, bare loins hidden under the pitifully shallow water. Naiira's similarly nude form was a firm reminder of the answer to her question, but however little she seemed to care for modesty, it was not a lost virtue to him. Still, he was infinitely... curious.