I Love the Water
I love the water.
That's nothing special, you say. I...
I love the water.
That's nothing special, you say. I beg to differ. Of course, you've never paused by a drainage ditch to listen to the melody of the muddy water running over the stones and through the dead leaves. You've never sang a duet with a waterfall. You've never stood out in the rain, soaked to the bone, just to revel in the cacophony the falling water makes as it beats the earth mercilessly. And you've obviously never visited my swimming hole.
I admit it's hard to find. But if you're a weary traveller, looking to rest for a moment, or a hiker lost in the glories of the mountains around you, it's easy to stumble upon. That's what happened to me - but I'm different, somehow, from all the others. I can find it again.
Guidebooks say that it's the oldest mountain range in the world. Millions of years sand-blasted the peaks until they were little more than hills, covered in moss and birch and rhododendron. I like to think that Mother Nature took her time creating Eden. The air smells clean, and the only thing you can hear besides the birdsong is the wind blowing through the trees.
The path I have to take is like a lot of the others around here. Not much more than gravel and weeds that crackle and pop under car tires or even bare feet like mine. The trees form a sort of canopy over it on one side, wildflowers creating tiny pink and yellow and orange explosions among their roots. And on the other side, an open gorge, and at the bottom of a rocky cliff a roaring, frothing sheet of white.
It's a river whose thundering rapids can be heard echoing off the sides of the gorge's mountains. As the road winds back and forth in tandem with the gorge you can see brief glimpses if you look down sharply enough - sharply enough to feel dizzy and fear for your life.
An hour's way upstream, deep into the mountains, and the water has quieted. Small pockets of lush green meadow are threaded together by the common thread of the creek. Here's where my pond is! Sorry about the sudden stop. I get distracted easily by the scenery. The pond is right off the road, here.
See? Through those trees.
Heh... I never noticed before, but you can see the dirt track where I've walked. I forget how many times I've come here to masturb... to come here, but you're the first visitor I've brought with me!
Look at that. Those exposed rocks make a nice place to sit, especially in the summer when they're warm. I guess you could count the summer months as a rainy season - the water does seem to rise, and when it does, there's a nice spring that bubbles out of that crack in the stones right there and runs down that cleft until it pools in the pond. See where I'm pointing? Look, the stones are discolored because the water runs in the same place every year when the spring appears.
Don't splash me! It does look inviting, though. Heh. It's nowhere as beautiful as you are. Isn't the water cold? I think it is, but that's why it's nice. Cold, clear mountain water and all that. You can even drink it; you don't have to boil it or anything. Heads up! Awww, I got you all wet, didn't I? You...
Oh. That. Yes, I kind of... have a boner.
Don't mind me, it's just the water! I told you I loved it, didn't I? There's nothing like rubbing one out in total privacy here. It's only a few yards from the road, but no one can see us because of the trees. Although, I wouldn't mind if they did. I bet they'd have the same look on their face you do right now. Even though it's not like you've never seen it before.
Mmmm... I'm so hard.
Goddess... sometimes even I'm surprised by my arousal. I'm shivering. But I don't think it's the water. And it's not cause I'm naked, cause you're just as bare as I am! Four feet of dragoness cock does that to a girl...
H-hey!
Hey! Don't rub... Oooooooohhh...
Fuck, maybe I'll let you jerk me off... just this once. It aches. See it jerk? Look at how much precum is coming out. I need this, I'm so horny...
Don't can't stop now. It feels so good. I don't care if we get cum all over our scales. I love the stuff anyway. I love to roll in it, smear it over my tits... Damn... mmmm... I can't... it feels so good. Your fingers... y-you really know me by heart, don't you? You're pressing all the right places. Unf! Y-you're driving me wild!
You can feel it... You can feel the heat of my cock in the water, can't you? I guess you can, I can smell your pheromones. You're even lifting your tail!
G-Goddess... f-fuck! Y-you... even slowing down, that feels good. B-both paws, yes. One on my cock... put the other on my balls. T-there. Oh! Yesss... J-just squeeze them. L-like THAT!
What a naughty girl... are you in heat, or are you just happy to see me? I- NNNNnnnnnh... by the Goddess. There. Right THERE. That's the spot! You like it, don't you? I bet you f-feel really naughty, pawing your mate off out in the open like this, surrounded b-by nature... Nnf! D-don't stop! Not now! W-we're almost there! Under the glans... K-keep rubbing... I-I'm g-gonna... I'm c-CUMMING! YES! Oh Lord, it's s-so much, too much! A-all over my chest, a-all over my breasts... ohhh...
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I'm sorry. I covered your face in my spooge again... And look, the water's all white now. But it's so pretty... the cum and clear water are swirling together! Doesn't it look just like a lava lamp? There it goes. Down the falls and into the main creek. Do you think any of it will reach the ocean?
I mean... When the creek reaches the river it has to go through, like, ten or eleven reservoirs before it does. And most of those supply drinking water to nearby towns. Gosh, that means someone will probably drink it, won't they? Well, if they do, their mates will get a BIG surprise in bed that night!
...I'm sorry, I can't help enjoying puns. A...
Oh my. Look at you, presenting yourself like that. Such a slutty dragoness. What did I ever do to deserve you, my beauty? Come here...
Let's fuck. The only thing I love more than the water is you.
For Verda