Water Spirit Boyfriend: Juneau #2 (special preview)

He pulls himself up, resting so his arms are on the edge. “What’s the much more?” He peeks up at me.

I kiss his cheek. “I won’t tell you all at once, that would be torture.” He slowly eases out more and sits on the edge of the well with me. It’s the first time I have seen his legs. They’re long with tufts of white fur at his hips that trail down to cover below the knee. His feet look like fish tails with a heel. He also has a tail that curls around me.

I place my hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly, his skin is so silky that all I want to do is touch him.

“Careful,” he moans.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you out of your well,” I giggle. “How can I not touch such lovely legs?”

Juneau scoffs. “There must be something you find revolting.”

“Only that it has taken you so long to admit how much you like me.” I place myself in his lap. “Do you know how hard that was?”

Juneau places his arm around me. “I’ve seen how hard you worked. It was aggravating. Every day you came here,” he grunts. “But then some days you didn’t.”

I kiss his chest while rubbing my palm down his body. I find the soft mound between his legs that opens to a slit. “Is it ok?” I whisper to him.

Juneau’s eyes are closed with his jaw hanging open. He nods jerkily, opening his legs more as I touch him.

The mound has a slit that I ease my fingers inside. It’s hot and sticky there, but I feel something hard within. I lick his chest, easing myself down onto the ground. Standing there, I’m at the perfect level. Juneau eases his hips forward as I glide my tongue around the opening slit. I press my tongue inside and Juneau cries out loud.

I pull back and look up at him. “Are you ok?”

His lips tremble as he looks down at me. “Why’d you stop?”

I chuckle and kiss his thigh. “I’ll keep going.” I press my tongue back inside him until something presses against my lips. I take the tip into my mouth, sucking him while he gradually slips out from inside. The shaft is slimy, coated in a viscous fluid that makes everything that touches it glossy. The whole thing is a beautiful shade of blue with thick, pulsing purple veins wrapped around it like vines. It is curved upwards with a thick, hard knot at the base that has a finger like protrusion pointing towards his navel.

“Eilonwy,” he whimpers.

I stroke his cock as I admire it. “If I do anything you don’t like, push me away.” I take him back into my mouth as thunder rumbles in the distance. I moan against him, coiling my tongue around the tip while my hands massage the hard base. 

Juneau thrust his head back, moaning out loud as his thighs tremble. “Eilonwy, that feels so good.” His long fingers grab my hair and pull hard. “Eilonwy,” he breathes.

Behind me, the thunder becomes a threatening cacophony, it crashes and booms like war is on the horizon. I keep pleasuring Juneau, though. His veins pulse against my tongue, the tip trembles, almost vibrating. The base of his cock starts to surge up through his shaft, making the whole thing thicker and harder. He soon becomes too big for my mouth and, with a mighty roar, he releases on me. His thick cum coats my tongue and breasts. It’s a thick gloss filled with flecks of pearl like shimmer. Juneau moans loudly, nearly toppling backwards into the well.

“What was-” he moans. “Eilonwy, I-” 

I lick my lips and gulp him down. “At least you aren’t bitter.” I slick my fingers into the mess. “Did you enjoy that?”

Juneau’s eyes focus on the distance. As I turn to look, I see a massive storm has caused a fire on the mountainside.

“Oops,” he chuckles. “Look what you made me do, Eilonwy.”