Iskra
Although it sounds like bullshit, this new variant, he equally wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if she did alter an age-old game of skinny-dipping. She is creative in her methods of chaos, as has been her tendency well before becoming the trickster demigod.
It's for the best she opts not to trade; he prefers her just as she is now, entirely nude. Not to mention, he can't promise her bikini will return to her the same size he seized it, liable to stretch it out if he dons it. There's also no hope of containing his cock at this point, the half-hard length of it dragging along like a rudder as he cuts through the water, flushed by all the excitement as much as riled by the sleek shape of her, dripping and fire-lit as she clambers around the shore.
He takes a moment to pause in his assault to openly admire her, utterly weak to the sight. He flings her bottoms after her, the wet torpedo of them plopping down alongside the towel. His shout over to her is only half-motivated by competition, the other part belonging to his greed to have her back in arm's reach. She's generous in her response.
"No, no, Mel!" he cries out as she darts through the dark and launches, tits and hair sailing alongside her grin and his dismay. She's aiming right for him, and it's a furious series of kicks and sweeping arms that thrashes him out of her path, swamped by the answering splash that lifts him up and pushes him. Laughing, he floats along on his back, a hand splayed out for her through the water, glistening off the lantern glow. "Grab on!" They could ride the momentum while it briefly lasted, and from there, he hoped to claim and keep her more closely this time around, with no fabric left to distract her or busy her fingers with theft.
It's for the best she opts not to trade; he prefers her just as she is now, entirely nude. Not to mention, he can't promise her bikini will return to her the same size he seized it, liable to stretch it out if he dons it. There's also no hope of containing his cock at this point, the half-hard length of it dragging along like a rudder as he cuts through the water, flushed by all the excitement as much as riled by the sleek shape of her, dripping and fire-lit as she clambers around the shore.
He takes a moment to pause in his assault to openly admire her, utterly weak to the sight. He flings her bottoms after her, the wet torpedo of them plopping down alongside the towel. His shout over to her is only half-motivated by competition, the other part belonging to his greed to have her back in arm's reach. She's generous in her response.
"No, no, Mel!" he cries out as she darts through the dark and launches, tits and hair sailing alongside her grin and his dismay. She's aiming right for him, and it's a furious series of kicks and sweeping arms that thrashes him out of her path, swamped by the answering splash that lifts him up and pushes him. Laughing, he floats along on his back, a hand splayed out for her through the water, glistening off the lantern glow. "Grab on!" They could ride the momentum while it briefly lasted, and from there, he hoped to claim and keep her more closely this time around, with no fabric left to distract her or busy her fingers with theft.
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
