She’s more a ‘nymph’omaniac than naiad...

You both take some time to sloppily make out and bask in the afterglow before the naiad insists on giving you a clean up blow job — as she calls it — before she lets you go. You grunt as it’s honestly a struggle to leave as your cock once again rises at her ministrations. She blinks as she is caught by surprise by your instant recovery and her lips curve into a grin as she sees.

“Sorry...” You awkwardly say, “Just with the water and a sexy naiad sucking me...”

“By the gods...” She mumbles, hand once again stroking your cock, “You keep that up and I’ll mount you again!”

You groan but manage to stop her before you give in to the urge to throat-fuck her, “I have to go! If I am found here Tantalus will kill me!”

The naiad groans at his name and pouts, “I hate him even more.”

She then brightens and runs over to the creek before scooping up some of the water and focusing on it, making it glow brightly. Right after you tuck your erection away and straighten your clothes, she passes the water to you and you hold the shimmering globe of water, a bit of your water-manipulation power keeping it from falling.

“Pour that in the water that’s in your cabin,” She instructs, smile sultry, “and I should be able to travel from here to it. After all...”

She presses up against you, “You promised me baby naiads, and you better deliver!”

You smile wolfishly, “I just hope you can keep up.”

She giggles as you jog to your cabin and waste no time in pouring the glowing water into your cabin’s fountain, making sure not to spill a drop. The water gleams brilliantly and writhes out of the fountain to form her in your cabin. And to your delight, she is wearing a grand total of nothing whatsoever. She looks around and grins at you, hands moving to cup her modest chest. You step forward and yank her towards you into a hungry kiss. Her hands tangle in your hair as your hands grip her hips, most likely leaving bruises under your fingertips.

She moans against your lips and you growl in desire, she is yours, she will stay yours, and you will breed her as many times as you damn well please.

You probably should go to dinner, but you don’t feel hungry whatsoever and besides, you have something much more... fun to take care of.

You pull away from the kiss only to pick her up and head to your bed. She doesn’t protest as you toss her onto the bed and climb over her, latching your lips to her neck. She lets out a breathy moan as you nibble on the sensitive skin and your hands move to play with her breasts. You give no warning as you once again slide your pants off and jam into her with a grunt. She stiffens at the unexpected intrusion and cries out as you jackhammer into her.

Before, you were gentler in your limited sexual experience, but this isn’t plain sex or lovemaking. This is breeding and fucking. You are going to knock her up and she is going to love it. Over and over. Rutting like nothing more than animals and molding her pussy to your shape and making her womb only accept your seed. You crash your mouth against hers to stifle her cries or you will get caught, and you really don’t want an interruption. Her pussy clamps down as the heavy pounding pushes her into an early orgasm, your own wells up but you won’t let her off easy. You want her to admit what she is for you and make sure she isn’t opposed in the slightest.

“What do you want?” You whisper in her ear, “I’ll stop unless you make it clear and say it again.”

“Cum in me!” She pleads, “Breed me into your babymaker! I want you to fuck an army into me, every drop, as many times as you want!”

You grunt as you fill the slutty naiad’s pussy with your cum and finally feel the drag as you lay on top of her trembling form. You can’t help but smile as you fall asleep as the naiad strokes her belly and purrs is satisfaction.