~ Watercoloured nymph ~
In the deep murky waters of this pool, water nymphs lay entangled in a slumber.
Their limbs are mingled. Which is why it is unclear, who ends where, and where the other begins.
A gentle oblivion is their state of mind, until something stirs in the water.
Usually, in this state, what happens on the surface doesn’t matter.
Waterbirds may swim around, a deer may drink, or fish break free for a small splash, thus rippling the water.
Those movements go unnoticed.
However, this time, the line between water and air is rippling with other intend.
Each ripple that passes through the water speaks of desire and longing.
And that message is said with such conviction, that the water nymph Quiriverinn awakes from her sleep.
That happens slowly, since the mind of this Fae is so deeply emerged in that serene state.
Nevertheless, that sincere longing pulls her eyelids open. The oblivion has evaporated and awareness takes it’s place.
Who desires so much?
For it certainly isn’t one of her sisters, who still slumber.
The water, that passes this message, conveys that it is the surface, that is being handled.
Thus Quiriverinn lifts her head upwards.
Those ripples reach the edges of the pool. And return to the center.
Curiosity makes Quiriverinn break free from the soft grips, of the other water nymphs.
Some stir but none of them awaken, like she has.
And awake she is, because there is call to be answered.
At least that is how it feels to Quiriverinn.
Once the entanglement of her sisters is below her, does Quiriverinn truly rise.
Through the water, she floats towards the surface as her long hairs become a crown.
The deep murky water becomes translucent and light starts to greet her.
Fish flee away, as this water nymph makes her ascend.
It is as if I am being called.
And then, looking up, she sees the source.
The tip of a finger is dipped into the water. And it moves with a steady yet rapid movement.
If that tip would be pressed against a pearl, that is to be found between feminine legs...then it would cause more than ripples.
It would cause a quivering, and would be followed by shocks of pleasure.
And all the longing that spreads through the water right now, would love to bring that about.
Quiriverinn is certain about that.
And she herself would love to receive that kind of attention.
Yet, Quiriverinn holds her distance as that finger evokes some stirrings already.
Even from here, she feels that given desire awakens her own arousal.
It is a good thing the other nymphs are still in oblivion. Because, they would caution her... beyond a doubt.
Above the surface, there are humans. And humans are frightened of the fairy folk.
And in fear, a human can lash out unexpectedly.
Quiriverinn knows this, and would not like to startle the one, that deals out these sensual caresses. Caresses that the water transfers on to her.
The thing is, that longing is so enticing, and the need so intense. It resonates unto Quiriverinn.
Suddenly the water nymph makes a bold move.
She goes towards the water surface and levels with it.
If only, so that her own mouth can take the tip of the fingers in her mouth and suck softly on it.
Immediately the finger is pulled into the air.
Quiriverinn is below the surface and sees a shadow fall over the water.
From this side of the water, the image is broken into fragmented pieces.
“What was that?!”
Marbled and muffled do these words reach Quiriverinn’s ears.
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