[God Quest] a stream too shallow

As Ronin moved against her, the friction of his body against hers caused her dress to slip further. Distractedly almost, Safrin disentangled one hand and then the other from his hair that she might shrug out of the straps of her dress, leaving them to float around her in the water like pale petals that rippled out from her narrow waist. Curvacious as she was, Safrin's breasts were palm-sized at best, though Ronin would find that they seemed perfectly moulded for the shape of his hand. Indeed the nipple beneath his wayward finger would seem to rise further beneath his ministrations as if serving as a teasing reminder for the parts of him that might do the same if only they were touched. As he raised her from the water, the weight of her suddenly so real as the pool tried to keep her for itself, Ronin would find the transparent cloth of her gown clinging to her in lurid perfection—every curve and swell sculpted beneath the fabric. Pulling away from her it would be to see comet-trails of heat scattered across her cheeks, her long lashes fluttering with a strange sort of uncertainty that coloured her far more mortal than the coral of her blush. Her lips parted with a soft sigh, fingers tight with tension in his hair before releasing him as he guided her down. Laying back, maiden-like and vulnerable, Ronin would find that the strange amalgamation of divine and mortal aspects of Safrin continued between her thighs. Though her kiss had been star-bright and divinely tantalizing, he'd find her wetness did not taste like summer rains and morning dews as one might expect. No, this was a decidedly human taste, and if Ronin played his cards right, he'd find the outcome of his efforts would yield decidedly human screams of pleasure as well. Safrin