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Author's Note:  Sometimes waiting for reports to run on a hot sunday afternoon drives dragon's brain in strange directions.

Water

© 2000, dragon

Sleep.  Taja sank into a deep, restful slumber.  She lay on her bed, her long legs kicked out from under the covers, the night being warm.  Her hair haloed out around her head against the pillow, the red strands vivid against the pale cotton fabric.  Even in the dark, her skin was translucent.  She shifted in her sleep, the shirt she wore in case of emergencies arising in the night, shifted, exposing the curve of one small, firm breast, the curve of a pale skinned hip.  She dreamed.

As always, Rayden was just  there suddenly.  Taja grimaced at him in exasperation.  "What are you doing here?"

Rayden glanced around the secluded glade with it's inviting spring fed pool.  "I wasn't aware this had been put off limits," he responded lightly.

"Off -- what?"

Rayden leaned forward slightly, until he could smell the spicy scent of her.  "I wasn't aware I was unwelcome," he said softly.

Taja felt her color rising.  She pulled back a little.  "I didn't mean -- " She made an exasperated noise.  "Trouble is usually brewing when you show, oh Lord of the Cryptic Statement."   She was surprised when he laughed.  

He reached out and smoothed a loose strand of hair back from her enchantingly flushed face.  "Most of the time it is.  But not today."

"Not?   No warnings?" He shook his head.  "No half recalled things or people who might be a problem?"  Another shake of his head.  "Not chastising me for taking some time off from training and selling stuff?" This time he smiled and shook his head in negation.  "So -- why are you here?"

He looked around again.  "This is a very pleasant place to be."

"Oh."  Talk about an anti-climax.  Talk about putting a downer on her plans.  "So, are you staying long?"

He sat down on a convenient rock outcropping.  "For a while."

"Oh."

He grinned at her and laughed again.  "Don't let me put you off from enjoying the spring."

"Right."  He regarded her steadily, his dark eyes fixed on her bright blue ones.  He watched her color heighten under his gaze.  This was a god.  To hell with it.  She turned and walked to the spring, shed her clothes and dove in.  A god could be and do anything he wanted, one naked, wet ex-thief turned martial artist wasn't anything to him.  She would enjoy her swim.

Rayden watched as she stripped out of her overshirt, skinned out of the leather trousers she wore and removed the breast band that barely concealed her small, firm breasts.  The cool air caressed her, cooling her heated skin and making her nipples stand out in reaction.  Rayden let his gaze travel over her as she moved into the water, and then through it. She was a strong swimmer, reveling in the water as it played over her skin.

He wondered what she would do if he joined her.  He hadn't gone swimming in --- a very long time.  He moved to the far edge of the pool as she reached it.  Squatting down, he looked into her face, and no where else. "Mind if join you?"

::Blink:: She gave him an uncertain look and shook her head.  "No."

"Good."

Somehow, it hadn't occurred to her that he would also strip to enter the water.  She retreated to the far side of the pool as he removed his outer tunic of blue, the under tunic of white and then his trousers and boots. Gods apparently didn't worry about chafing.  She found herself surprised by the long, lean muscled body.  Well muscled.  She ducked under the water, hoping he hadn't noticed her noticing him.  

He entered the water in one smooth dive.  He surface, his pale hair plastered to his head.  This was -- very nice.  Very -- nice.  He sank below the surface again, heading toward the bottom to investigate the rocks, the boulders that lined the pool.

What was that?  Something moved in the murk at the bottom of the pool.  He was aware of Taja's lithe body cutting the water above him.  Looking up, he could see the pale skin broken only by the dark triangle of red curls at the juncture of her long legs.

Movement.  Near him.  But not Taja.  He looked again.  A tendril, almost water colored, was sinuously snaking its way toward the surface.  Toward -- Taja.  Rayden frowned.  He started to gesture, to fry the intrusive tendril, then realized he was under water.  A lightning bolt could as easily harm Taja as it could the tentacle.

He shot toward the surface, gathering Taja to him as the tentacle made it's move on her.  The transition from water to land was a shock.  Finding herself in Rayden's water cooled, strong arms was even more of a shock. Skin slid against skin as he set her on her feet and turned to face whatever was living in the pool.

Taja watched, open mouthed, as a translucent tendril shot out of the water and toward the two of them.  She eeeped slightly and was glad she was standing behind Rayden.  Then it occurred to her, that neither of them was armed.

Zap.  Crackle.  Lightning flared from Rayden's fingertips.  It struck the tentacle.  Instead of frying the thing to a crackly crunch, the power was ignored.  The tentacle continued forward, toward the shore.  Ignoring Rayden, it went for Taja who was diving for her clothes and a dagger. This did not look like time for any of the techniques she had learned.  

Rayden, frowning, was watching the tentacle cautiously.  Anything that could resist his powers was to be treated with respect.  Yet, the thing seemed intent only on Taja.  The tentacle reached the girl as she reached her clothing.  It wrapped around one of her legs with a speed that was approaching godly in its own right.  It seemed to slide up in an undulating, pulsating flow until the tentacle tip reached all the way up her thigh.  It continued to flow upwards, leaving a good bit of the tip of the tentacle loose.

Taja struck at the thing with her dagger, it parted like the water before the bladed, flowing closed behind it.

"Rayden!" she yelled in fright.  The questing tip of the tentacle was exploring upward, brushing the taut skin of her belly, the undercurve of her breasts, her already stiff nipples.  The touches were -- almost caresses.  What the hell?

Rayden wrapped his hands around the tentacle about half way between the water and Taja.  His hands cut into it, the substance flowed around them, never truly breaking.  He frowned.  This was not something he had met before.  He moved to Taja who was standing, but stuck.  Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled, gently, trying to get the tentacle to slide back down the girl's leg.

The tentacle just lengthened.  It's curious probing included the god for a few moments.  Odd sensation that.

Taja let her weight rest against Rayden.  His skin was cool against her back.  And his shaft seemed to be getting more engorged the longer it lay against the upper curve of her ass.  Oh, boy.  She was -uhm -- hmm.  The tentacle seemed to be having some effect on her, as well.  She could feel her lower lips swelling, her clit becoming sensitive to her own movements as she tried to free herself, gently, from the tentacle that held her.   Rayden's arms around her, his hands on her skin just below her breasts, were playing havoc with her.  The tentacle slid over Rayden's arms and touched Taja's breasts again, this time with more intent, sliding over her nipples with enough pressure to cause a reaction.

Taja squirmed in Rayden's arms.  "This is -- getting -- uhm --"

Rayden suddenly realized that not only was he reacting to the thing's caresses, but Taja was as well.  He could feel her temperature rising, could smell the changes in her chemistry as she became aroused.  He became conscious of the cheeks of her well rounded ass resting against his upper thighs and the base of his now truly engorged cock.  He touched his lips to the nape of her neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin along the edge of her neck.

Taja gasped as she rode the feelings engendered by the god.  The tentacle slid down across her belly to the juncture of her thighs while Rayden's hands moved to caress and fondle her breasts.  She arched back, her legs parting further to keep her balanced.  She dropped the dagger in favor of reaching back to Rayden.  Her fingers tangled in his hair as she shifted her head enough to bring his mouth within reach of her own.

The tentacle drifted across her mound, between her swollen labia to touch her clit.  Electricity coursed through her body.  In spite of her worries about the tentacle, she was reacting to the touches on her body.  She ground her ass against Rayden's pulsating cock.  She could feel him reacting to her, swelling more.  The tentacle played over her clit, sliding back to her opening, touching the moisture gathering there.  It slid inside, filling her, then withdrew and slid further back, finding Rayden.

The tentacle slithered around his member, wrapping him in cool liquid, squeezing, bringing him closer to need.  Taja turned in his arms until his cock lay between their bellies.  Her mouth was hot on his, demanding, devouring.  He picked her up, pulling her flat against him, holding her as her legs wrapped around him.  He slid inside her, the tentacle seeming to evaporate as he entered her, as he filled her, as she became the pulsating star center of his universe.

Taja gasped as he entered her, filled her, stretched her.  He was -- perfect.  She arched back giving his mouth a chance at her aching nipples and breasts.  He suckled at her breast, pulling almost all of the sensitive skinned mound into his mouth before releasing the one to work on the other.  She rode on his shaft as he pulled her toward a peak she seldom reached.

He could feel her soaring, tightening as she slid up and down his shaft.   The tentacle seemed to be pulsing with them, surrounding them, urging them onward until suddenly, blindingly, they surrendered to the hard pulsations of climax.  He could feel Taja pulsating around him, her body wracked by the spasms of release.  Then he joined her, his seed spilling white hot into her waiting womb.  And the tentacle seemed to join with the rhythms of their release.

Taja's arms were around his shoulders, her mouth gently on his, resting on him, his not quite so engorged cock still lodged within her.  She disengaged slightly and looked him in the eye with longing.  "Again?" she said softly as the tentacle withdrew and disappeared back into the water.

Rayden smiled at her, and took his time letting his kisses tell her just how much she was appreciated.

Taja shifted in her sleep, her hips arched as though to meet something, her hands drifted over her breasts, caressing them in her sleep, she moaned softly as her fingers found her clit and teased it into erection, yet there was frustration in her movements, a lack.

Rayden, aware that he was summoned on some level, twinkled into the darkened room.  He could smell Taja's musk heavy scent, knew her need almost immediately.  He studied the girl with a frown, then expanded his awareness into her dream.  Ah.  Hmm?  He had not considered that she might find him attractive on that level, or any level at all, considering how she normally treated him.  

He watched for a few moments from outside, the dream Rayden and the dream Taja, then, with a wry smile, he joined the dream Rayden, becoming one with him.  Taja gasped in her sleep as Rayden changed his touches, became more intense, more skilled, more -- her fingers rested against her clit, but it was the dream that sent her into an orgasm of incredible intensity.  She moved in climax, soft sounds escaping her as the sheet between her legs became soaked with the flow of her juices.  She relaxed, deeply, completely.  The tensions of which she had been hardly aware waking, were gone now, taken into relaxation, relieved completely.

Inside the dream, Rayden wrapped his arms around a content Taja, still buried within her, they drifted off to sleep on soft grass beside a cooling spring.  Rayden parted from his dream similacrum.  He frowned at the pool.

The water flowed and changed until there was a transparent, water colored being hovering just above the surface of the diminished pool.  She smiled at him.   So, I'm not the only god playing with mortals.

Rayden colored and then paled.   Leave them alone.

Laughter.  And she was gone, from the dream and from the reality outside.   Rayden twinkled back into the room with a frown.  Taja seemed much more quiet, resting.  Well,  that was not one he was going to share with anyone, rusty memory or not.  He left as silently as he had come.

--Finis--

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