Pleadingly say you don't want it (the Nekt smiles ⁑] )

"P...please. I can't help it. I swear it means nothing. I don't want anything from you." This doesn't seem to dissuade the Nekt however from where it sat on your hips. Straight backed and looking proudly down at you in all of it's beautiful naked glory. It brushed its fingers in a a graceful fan like motions with a feather light touch against your heated cock.

To your mortification, the caress illicitness a breathy pant on your part. The Nekt’s watery green eyes, glitter meaningfully and its smirk deepens.

You feel your blood boiling under your face with embaresment while arousal wars with fear and cloud's your thoughts.

"Please let me go. I'll leave your lake and won't tell anyone that I saw you or anything." You mentally kick yourself. You shouldn't be reminding it of the reasons it shouldn't alow you to depart this lake alive.

No sooner do you think so than you see the Nekt's smirk wane and disappear.

Fear hit you like a bucket of icy water.

Delicately the beauteous creature leaned over your chest, it’s nimble fingers sliding down along the firm stomach of your hardened leather armour.

Because your in the water it is almost to late, destracted as you are with it’s mesmerisingly severe gaze, that you realise what it’s doing.

With your armour loosening around your torso you try to stop it bringing up your hands to grab its wrists.

It instantly casts you a withering glare and you wilt. Showing your hands in a gesture of non-**** and submission.

With a final tugging on some buckles your armour loosen and slid off you to sink into the lakes depth. Leaving you only with your tunic, leather pants and sword.

The mythical creature runs its hand's appreciatively up your sides over your soaked tunic which molds itself to your skin. It toys briefly with the loose lasses keeping the V neck of your shirt closed and caresses the little exposed skin over your sternum and neck.

You wonder if it'll try to remove it next.

Unfortunately your belt buckle was the Nekt's next target.

"No! Please!" you cry grabbing at your pants hem. No sooner have you said the words that you suddenly plunge into the water.

The delicate hands of the mythical creature are vice like, and as weightless as it had been it had now become as heavy as lead. Rapidly plunging you deeper into the unknown depths of the lake which your armour had just entered.

Your pants were halfway down your buttocks along with your underclothes even as you hold on with a white knuckled grip.

You quickly realise that they shouldn't be your main priority, however, as the water around you grew darker and the light from above grew ever fainter and smaller.

There is no question about what the right choice is. Between your pants and your life, you'd chose your life.

You let go of your belt and trousers hem, desperately kicking to get out of your clothing which has suddenly become a **** trap.

You are enormously relieved when your feet finally slide out of your trousers and you swim upwards for all your worth. The deeper and colder water currents caressing your now bare thighs and still throbbing cock, which pointed skyward towards the light.

The air is sweat in your lungs but fear courses even stronger through your body, and the darkness below you feels like it is alive and sucking you in.

You feel a touch against your ankle and you kick and shout in fear. Sure that you are going to soon submit to the same fate as all of your worldly possessions. You'd even lost your sword!

The vice like grip extends to your other ankle and they may as well have been shackled together. You try your best to stay afloat with your arms, your breathing laboured with terror and look down along your body.

You see the Nekt staring up at you, its face as beautiful as ever, its eyes as soul stirring as when you had first seen it and it's long golden hair swirling around it like an etherial halo against the black abyssal backdrop.

Somehow, even given the danger you are in, you are mesmerised. It's delicate hands caress up your hairy calfs and shin. It continues to rise the fingers running up over your knees and thighs. Pressing its flat chest against you. It's own slender, smooth legs coming up to entwine around your legs.

Its palms caress your buttocks where they take a firm grasp of each cheeks. And you gasp at the sensations. Suddenly remembering to breath.

The arousal entered in your groin suddenly gives you a stark reminder about what state your dick is in.

It's face is very close the base of your stiff pole, and to add to the matter the Nekt had begun to hump against your leg. You could feel a suspiciously firm appendage sliding between your locked shins. And its pale, and plump but poked out from behind it's shoulders in tandem with its rutting.

A slow mischievous smile spreads on the beautiful face beneath the water's surface, and it opens it enticing lips, making sure you catch sight of its tongue just before it pulls a long, slow lick up the length of your cock. Hooded eyes staring smoulderingly up at you.

You moan, momentarily sinking under the waters surface as you'd forgotten to swim but swiftly rise back up agains, spluttering and arm's thrashing.

You suddenly realise what its game must be. It would probably torment you sexually until you were too far gone in sexual bliss or too exhausted to keep yourself afloat. After which you'd meet your watery grave.

You swallow down a thick lump in your throat in despair, seeing no way out of this.

Even as you had just figured out it's cruel game, it swallow you down it's tight throat. The heat and constriction of the new sensation entered you in a world of bliss your mind going white your mouth opening to make a sound you can't even register and your hands moving instinctively to grasp at the Nekt's delicate head and tangle your fingers in it's golden locks.

Not only do you end up sinking into the water again, the Nekt's hands on your ass tighten to an almost painful degree though it doesn't remove it's warm mouth from around your cock.

You claw yourself up to the water's surface again. Hacking and coughing and gasping for breath. The Nekt was till curled around and rutting against your legs. It's lips, flushed a delicate red after popped off of your cock, though it down not let up on its cruel ploy. Moving on instead to give small teasing kitten licks and nibbles against the length of your shaft.

When it reaches your throbbing cock's head it gave a long hard suck which makes you weak in the arms. You desperately try to focus on staying afloat and taking deep breathes.

It goes down on you swallowing your entire, not at all insignificant, length in one go. You almost sink again, barley managing to keep your noes above water and struggle again to regain some hight with your arms.

It pulls off of you then sucks you in again. And again, and again. You walk a tightrope of pleasure and restraint. Although you can't help yourself from sometimes thrusting into the Nekt's honeypot of a mouth or squirm and tense from the sweet rapture zipping through your body you know also know that **** lies that way and you need to conserve every drop of your strength so that you can cling on to life for as long as possible.

However, even if you'd experienced orgasm by Squirmies, you were still a virgin and all too soon you were about to cum. You can't stop yourself from franticly anticipating the climax.

The shock of cold water and the sudden pull on your testicles is almost enough to make you completely sink into the water dark depths again.

You gasp hoarsely as you resurface, sobs are hidden in your spluttering for air, as you realise with more clarity how hopeless your situation is. This Nekt has absolute power over you and is just toying with you.

It would easily drag you into the depths but it is instead having you submit to **** yourself by sheer overwhelm from bliss. You might not even manage to climax before your ****. You think bitterly. It could keep you on the cusp until the very moment you were too exhausted to fight for air.

The Nekt, with a great deal of grace. Lets go of your legs and swirls over to your hind side where it straddles you and forces your to float on your front side.

You instantly realise that this position will tier you out even quicker as you need to flex your back and crane you head in order to breath air.

You feel it begin toying with your again by using the arch of it's delicate feet to jerk your cock, it's toes teasing the delicate tip to great effect. You gasp and pant trying to keep your noes at least above the water.

IT's slender hands slip under the hem of your tunic. Lying with its front pressed against your back it runs its hands appreciatively up and down your toned abs, then over to your chest where it plucks at your hardened nipples.

The new sensation makes your shoulders go weak and your head momentarily sinks into the water. But at least you hand't been breathing in at the time and only bubbles leave your mouth

You lift your head for a deep breath, then through the pleasure and exertion you suddenly feel it.

The Nekt had begun thrusting it's delicate but very much erect cock in your ass crack. It's dick, occasionally snagging against your tightly clenched backdoor entrance.

[readers choice will decide if in the next chapter our protagonist will fuck or gets fucked]