She asks a question.

She rushed back up to the surface and began to tread water, her breasts floating on the surface.

"How is your penis still hard?" She asked with shock.

I blushed "I honestly don't know, usually the cold-"

"No" she said almost shouting "this pool isn't just cold, it heals all wounds and makes men..." she seemed struggle for a word when my dick brushed against her knee. She started at the touch and seemed to realize her own nakedness for the first time. She quickly climbed out of the small pool, giving me an incredible view of her ass, as it bounced with each step and had a trickle water run down the crack. She hastily put on her dress and turned around.

Where before, it hung loosely around her voluptuous frame, her wet skin now held the dress to her body. The fabric clung to every single curve, fold, and crack on her body, turning it into a skin-tight white dress that was completely see-through.

She seemed to study me for a second, her brow furrowed when she saw that my cock was still hard under the water.

I brought my hands down to cover my throbbing member, feeling embarrassed at her intense gaze, but her eyes glowed a vibrant blue that seemed to shift through a thousand shades as she said "Put your hands down.".

I could only lower my hands and nod as if that was my plan from the beginning.

"Get out of the pool" she said,"and stand in front of me."

Once again, I felt as though I had to do it, and walked to right in front of her. Her shining eyes searched mine and traveled down my body. I followed her gaze down and looked at myself, still pale under my shirt, still just not enough muscle to have a six-pack, but I had that dick. How the hell did I get that?

"How indeed" she muttered as her eyes alighted on the falis in question. She studied it for a while before she knelt down in front of it. "The better question, I feel, is how is it still hard? The pool is meant quell any lust in a man; after all, it's the sacred healing fountain of the Goddess of Feminine Lust." She reached out now, almost without thinking, and grabbed it, her hand got two-thirds of the way around my it, and just stopped there.

God that's hot, seeing her hand not even wrap all the way around.

Once again, Katrina blushed and took her hand off my cock, but then I felt something in the back of my head.