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Mkoll sat upon the bottom of the lake, legs crossed underneath him.

Eyes closed, his back straight, the black-furred wolf's fur drifted in the gentle currents of cool water. He was untroubled by the buoyancy of his own body, for he did not hold his breath, instead slowly breathing the water much as he would air. The water was cold in his lungs, but such, he found, added to the near deathlike stillness he experienced meditating deep underwater. He bore no gills, instead feeling and shaping the currents of mana about him - at this point an act so easy it was subconscious - to render the fluid just as nourishing as air would be.

The mage often lost track of how long he sat, his mind deeply relaxed so that time became meaningless and the structure of the universe about him became triflingly simple. Reshaping the world to one's whim is an art, not a science, as his teachers so often told him at the academy far above at the surface, of which the deep lake was a part of. Without anything but the occasional rational thought surfacing, his attention resting upon his slow, methodical breathing of the water, it was easy to feel the pulse and flow of the world.

He did not know how he sensed the other mage. Underwater, his senses were dull, his sense of smell stripped away and each sound seeming to echo from every place at once among the water pressing at his ears. Perhaps it was through this attunement to the mana flow about him that he sensed her - perhaps it was some ripple from the entry of another body into the still waters of the lake felt upon his fur. Whatever the case, his ear twitched, his reverie broken, and he looked upwards through the dazzling sunlight, blinking.

He caught sight of her just as the ripples and bubbles from her entrance into the water were disappearing, a dark silhouette, unmistakably feminine in shape, and yet it's features lost as a shadow cast within the rays of light coming from above. He watched her swim downwards from his perch upon the lakebed, with smooth, graceful strokes that spoke of an unhurried pace. This lasted only seconds before the figure pressed her arms in front of her and began to undulate her body, gliding towards the depths.

As he slowly pushed off from his seat upon the rock to stand in the low gravity, so as to get a better look, the angle changed, and she was no longer concealed by the sunlight. Another wolf, pure gray and white, black hair trailing behind her head, having shed her clothes to dive naked into the lake. It was not this that drew his eye, but the hypnotically graceful motions by which she moved, her dolphin-like stroke smooth and purposeful, carrying her downwards with what seemed like the barest of effort. She was pulling on no more magic than he was, yet surely she must be doing something to enhance her grace, he thought. Perhaps she was a mermaid. No, for the mermaid stories he heard were of ones who grew their tails upon growing wet, and she was still possessed of her legs.

Mkoll felt his pants - his only article of clothing - grow tight as he watched her nude, graceful form descend. He did not need to smell her. In that moment, he decided he would have her.

He swam upon his side along the silty bottom so as to stay below her and stay unnoticed, hoping that she would not sense him, his eyes locked upon her as he watched her descend. The wolfess leveled out only a few feet from the lakebed, kicking along at a gentle speed, her eyes closed. He altered course to come behind her, pondering as he did the relaxed expression upon her face. Perhaps she was here for the same reasons he was. He recognized the same deathlike stillness upon her face as he saw her chest rise and fall. Well, she had broken his reverie, now he would break hers.

He could not keep himself from smirking as his hands closed around her leg, ceasing her slow drift through the deep waters, and she started, twisting in his grip to look behind her as he pulled her downwards slightly. Her golden eyes caught his, her face surprised, now floating on her side in his grip, her lips slightly parted. "Do you swim this deep often?" Mkoll grinned at her huskily. The water did not impede his speech, and only shifted his voice further towards the baritone others had often said he was possessed of.

The response was a swift kick in the chest. Mkoll felt the water leave his lungs in a rush, not quite analogous to an "oof", more a gurgle. He felt her hands grip his shoulders as she spun into position, bracing himself for another strike - but none came. Instead, when he opened his eyes an instant later, he found her grinning down at him, the sun shining into his eyes. "Not usually with those so daring..." She responded, amusement in her eyes.

Mkoll squinted to see her face, her hair flowing about her head as he floated on his back with her above him, black strands concealing her bare chest from view. He did not bother to speak, instead wrapping his arms about her bare body and pulling her into a kiss. Their bare chests pressed against one another, and without even realizing it he found himself rubbing his still-clothed erection along her thigh. Her fur was wonderfully soft, flowing through his fingers as his hands roamed the wolfess' back.

He felt her lips part and her tongue probe at him, felt her taking warm water from his own lungs into hers, before she withdrew. Her eyes were hypnotic, and he found himself staring into them, briefly pondering whether she knew enough to access his thoughts. Perhaps it was simply the seductive look upon her face, but he could do nothing but meet her gaze. He hadn't expected her to be quite so eager. Her lips parted again. "What's your name?"

"Mkoll." He answered, smoothly, brushing at her cheek with a thumb, his other hand rubbing her side.

"Sandy." She answered back, grinning. He did not note her thumbs hooking into his waistline until after she had already motioned to remove his pants, sliding them down his legs, ducking downwards, forcing him upright again in the depths with a gentle push upon his legs. He looked down at her flowing hair as she came to engulf his shaft with her maw, his eyes rolling back into his head as she began to lick with her powerful, wolven tongue along the underside of his shaft. "Look at this big thing. This won't do at all." She teased him, withdrawing, rubbing a finger along his shaft. "The cold water doesn't seem to be holding you back..."

"With a mage as lovely as yourself with m-Ah!" His question was cut short as she engulfed him once again, beginning to suckle at his length. She curled her body between his legs, gripping his thighs to hold her position, leaving him to tread water and keep the two from sinking, a task he eventually failed at. Soon Mkoll was standing upon the silty bottom with the wolfess knelt before him, rocking needily into her mouth as she made slow, deliberate strokes with her tongue over his length, gripping her head, stroking her ears with his thumbs. As the moments passed, he realized with a mixture of dread and frustration that the other mage did not intend to finish him or even drive him far towards climax at all. Her attentions were slow, deliberate and forceful, and yet complete, teasing every inch of his length.

Mkoll let her tease him just a little longer, before he stooped to loop his arms underneath hers and crouched, pushing powerfully off the lakebed and kicking upwards, drawing her in front of him. He buried his muzzle in her breasts as they swum together, teasing each of her nipples with his own tongue, feeling her warm against him in delightful contrast to the water. He heard her moan as he slipped between her legs with a finger to tease her in turn as she had teased him, though he knew he could not do so nearly as masterfully. His shaft throbbed, stimulated merely from their swim as the water teased at him, so warm from her mouth and now so rapidly cooling, that it drove him mad.

He could not stop himself from grabbing her forcefully and turning her about, just as he could not stop himself entering her, his hands seeking purchase at her sides, gripping her as she came to float facedown in front of him. She parted for him easily, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist, behind herself, anchoring herself tightly to him. He began to thrust into her warm innards like a man possessed, and he saw from the grinning on her muzzle, canted to the side in pleasure as he took her in the weightless environment of the lake, that this was her end goal all along. Tease me to within an inch of your life and enjoy the aftereffects, he thought. Well, then, I'll give you what you want...

Sandy wrapped her arms about herself, rubbing at her own breasts, and Mkoll watched her eagerly even as he thrust into her warmth, feeling her tighten her walls about his shaft so as to slow him down. Instead, he sped up, merely finding this even more orgasmic than her folds had been to start with, and she countered by squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, never letting him know what level of pressure he would have upon his shaft. She raised her hips, lowered them, twisted slightly to continually vary the experience. Even taking her from behind, he was teased like this, and each time, it only drove him onwards.

Mkoll noticed midway through that she was no longer breathing, that she had let her arms float above her head, and yet she was still conscious, still teasing him with her powerful muscles, still rubbing gently into his thrusts. Floating weightless in front of him, she seemed to almost enter a meditative state akin to his own, a deathlike trance. Mkoll felt her will make itself known, felt her cast something, felt the mana flow about them, and for a brief moment he glimpsed into her mind what she felt. She was flying, flying while being taken from behind, flying into the depths as the two sank, floating weightless upon a cushion of water, not breathing...

He realized he had once again stopped kicking, and felt his knees make contact with the lakebed. She unwound her legs from his waist and instead pushed her knees against the silty bottom, pressing her rear upwards, lowering her head to the bottom. It was then that Mkoll felt his knot form, felt his endurance waning. He twisted, suddenly, wrapping his arms about her torso and drawing himself to her back, rolling the two onto their left sides as he suddenly spooned with her upon the lakebed, using the leverage to thrust deeply into her, and he could hold back no longer. He felt her chest spasm as she breathed the water once more, sucking in a gasp, as he felt her climax begin. He let out a grunt as his shaft spasmed, releasing, filling her deeply, squeezing her reflexively. Her walls pressed in once again at his shaft, spasming, squeezing, taking it all from him, as she squirmed in his arms, groaning into the water...

Mkoll opened his eyes slowly as he felt himself relax, feeling her squirm in his arms, the other mage's orgasm not quite subsided yet as he felt the last rumblings of it tease his sore shaft, still inside her. "Well." Mkoll whispered into her ear, as she finally fell still, leaning back against him. He traced along her ribs with a claw, her hand coming up to fondle at her breast. "You've dove naked into the lake, no doubt to meditate as I have, and instead had sex with another mage upon the bottom. Are you pleased with yourself?" "Very." She growled, wiggling in his grip, but his knot held her fast from pulling away. He gave her a teasing nudge of a thrust, and she yelped. "I think I have seen you before upon the grounds." He chuckled lowly. "If I had known that you were this eager..." "Ah, but that's just it. I prefer it to be a surprise..." She smiled to herself. "So am I not the only one..." "I can't say that you are, no. You're certainly quite skilled, though..." She squeezed at his thigh.

"Do you?" He rumbled at her after a moment, still teasing at her breast. "Do I what?" "Do you actually do this often? I would meditate more often if it meant meeting you in the depths..." "When I feel like it..." Was the gentle response. Her leg rubbed backwards along his. "Then you will have to start taking me along." Mkoll nudged the back of her neck with his nose, brushing her hair out of his face. "Oh? Planning ahead to repeat performances?" She teased, squeezing her legs together. Mkoll yelped, then grinned. "I would dive a thousand leagues into the ocean if you would wait for me upon the bottom." "I'm also plenty good on land, you know." She turned her head to look backwards at him, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, but I think you and I share a special affinity for deep magic..." He tilted her muzzle backwards with his hand, and kissed her, licking at her lips. She seemed to agree, as she entangled her legs with his, and the two relaxed there, naked and knotted, upon the cold lake bottom, for a long moment...

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Still upon the bottom, cuddling with one another, they spoke and talked of their experiences in the academy far above. She was a water mage - naturally, he thought - in contrast to his own more generalized studies of the art, and yet her aptitude extended somewhat beyond her affinity, as he watched her light a bubbling, oxidizing flame underwater, purely to spite him when he teasingly insinuated that she could not handle the other elements. She dove naked often and often looked to the lake for a sense of tranquility, much like himself. She was a recent entrant to the academy, having been largely self-taught before then, in contrast to Mkoll, who had been a part of the academy since his teenager years, when his abilities first manifested, and they spoke of her adult life in the waterfront city she called her home.

Despite still being inside her for half the conversation, Mkoll refrained from taking her once more upon the bottom, for he far too much enjoyed the gentle banter with his impromptu sexual partner. As time went on, though, Mkoll grew cold, the waters of the lake having taken their toll, and began to shiver, but then Sandy spoke a word and the waters were warm once again, and they lapsed back into gentle conversation. Mkoll felt himself lulled once again into a trance as she then pressed herself against him, but this one of warmth, and not of cold stillness as it had been before.

Eventually, not really thinking about what he was doing - a first for Mkoll, as he normally considered himself stoic - he drifted off from conversation, his arms wrapping about underneath her as he righted himself and pushed off from the lake, letting her rest sidelong in his arms against his chest as he began to kick steadily upwards, towards the surface. She put up no resistance, and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling upwards at him. "Normally I'm the one playing the mistress of the deep sea, carrying people to the surface in my arms..." "Perhaps you'd enjoy letting another do the work for a change, then." He teased her, licking at her nose. He swore he could taste her scent in the water upon his tongue, by some sorcery, perhaps her own.. "Still. Surfacing so soon? We were having such a delightful chat..." She arched her back, stretching in his arms. Mkoll felt himself stiffen once more underneath her. "And I would keep it going until the lake was pitch black, but..." He paused. The rational side of him wanted to speak of how they would be missed at the academy, about how someone might discover her discarded clothes - assuming she even brought any - of how it was late and he wished to retire, but he cared little about any of those things. There was only one reason he could think of. "I wish to breathe you. Smell you." She kissed him. "You might catch my scent any time... You mightn't catch me in the lake again." He licked her lips after she withdrew to spoke. "I will catch you as I caught you here even if I must become a fish to wait." "Impressive dedication, Mkoll..." She let a hand trail lazily below her as they swum upwards, and Mkoll felt it brush against his bare shaft. He shuddered. "Let's see you put it to use." "You wish to go again? I might never taste air again at this rate." "Fine with me." She answered, letting go of his neck.

Before he could react, she inverted herself, "crawling" downwards towards his groin. Mkoll stopped kicking, instead treading water. As the wolfess' mouth came to engulf him again, he thought, amused, that it would be pleasant to never surface again if it meant more of this, as he felt the delightful contrast between her warm mouth and the tepid waters halfway to the surface. Locked now in a vertical, weightless 69, he spread her legs apart and buried his nose into her folds, licking at her clit, as he felt her suckle hard upon his shaft. There was no teasing this time, merely building mutual pleasure, and he rocked his hips forwards into her mouth with gleeful abandon as he blew jets of cool water onto her slit, teasing her. He dove into her folds with his muzzle, licking ferociously at her inner walls.

He considered it something of a badge of honor, later, that he forced her to come first, feeling her shake in his arms as her slit contracted about the edge of his muzzle. He withdrew it from her and licked gently at her nub as he felt her muscles tense, then contract. He had to admire her composure, for she did not stop her attentions upon his shaft for an instant, and he sighed into the water as he came again, gently releasing into her mouth, feeling her drink it down...

A deep sense of relaxation overcame him. For a moment, he pondered sinking back to the bottom with her, as they had already started to descend once more with neither of them swimming, but she twisted out of his grip. She stroked downwards and then curved her body to swim past him and upwards, and he admired her form from below when she paused just a few feet away, beckoning him upwards. He followed her towards the surface, an amused expression on his face as he felt the sunlight on his naked body.

He breathed out the water from his lungs, grabbed her, and felt his head break the surface as the two took in a gentle breath of air for the first time in what felt like days and had probably been hours. The air bit at his lungs as he coughed the last remnants of water out of them, letting the enchantment subside, and he kissed her before she could say anything. Wordlessly, Sandy held her lips to his as she began to drag the two of them towards the shore. Mkoll went willingly, thinking, bemused, that he could always retrieve his pants later...