Firestorm

I’m doubting my sanity. Her kiss was so powerful that it pushed me over the edge and I came. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t ignore the electric feeling that seemed to grow stronger between us.

When she doubled over in pain, I feared I was losing her. My heart squeezes with something I’ve only held for my parents. Dad’s last words were that he hoped I’d meet someone and fall in love. If only this were real. I keep telling myself I’m dying in the middle of the desert somewhere and this is a hallucination before I die.

“Storm?” I wasn’t sure what to do, so I grabbed her. It seems to work as whatever is happening to her subsides.

The intensity of her gaze ignites a primal response within me, causing my senses to awaken. It’s as if she has cast a spell over me with just one look, and my body is unable to resist her.

She swam us over to where she first took me and where I freaked out. This time, though, I’m captivated by her.

“Touch me. Show me what love is,” her delicate voice sings to me.

My shaft was already stiffening once more, aching for another round with her, but I was at a loss how to convey my desire; after all, she had no legs. My eyes lock onto her form, drawn to her creamy white breasts, which seemed to beckon me to touch them. The scent of her waterlilies fills the air, intoxicating my senses and driving me wild with need.

With a shaky hand, I reach up and run my fingers over her stomach, which also looks like there are fewer scales on them, as if she is shedding them. That should creep me out somewhat, but it doesn’t.

As I move my fingers up and around her breasts, she exhales sharply, a gasp escaping from her lips. I feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips, and I can hear her breathing becoming more labored. As I reach her nipples, I gently pinch them between my finger and thumb, feeling the texture of her flesh and the hardening of her nipples.

“Oh god,” she cries out, her voice full of excitement.

As I gaze at her, I notice the delicate flutter of her long eyelashes and the way her mouth falls open in a state of pure ecstasy. The sound of her soft moans fills the air, making my heart race with desire. The warmth of her skin under my touch and the faint scent of waterlilies drives me wild. I realize that its strength grows with her arousal.

As I watch her in bliss, my dick throbs with anticipation and my balls tighten with every passing moment. The raw intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear.

As I fixated on the fervor etched on her face, I failed to detect the slight motion of her hand. It wasn’t until her fingers coiled around my member that my vision blurred with a kaleidoscope of stars, and I had to suppress the urge to climax on the spot. The sound of our ragged breathing filled the air, and the scent of arousal lingered like a sweet perfume. The sensation of her grip tightened, sending electrifying jolts coursing through my body, leaving me helpless to her touch.

“Ah, fuck!” I squeezed her nipple a little too hard, and she yelped.

I can feel the warmth of her breath on my neck as she pumps my hardening cock. The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the air, mixed with the occasional moan of bliss. The smell of sex hangs thick, and I can feel the sweat beginning to form on my skin. She knows just how much pressure to use, her fingers expertly working my shaft. It’s clear that even though she’s inexperienced, she’s a natural at this.

Our mouths collide in a passionate kiss. Tongues fight against each other and our hands move in unison with the passion between us. Every pump she does has me ready to fire my load.

As I trail my lips from her mouth to her nipples, her moans reverberate throughout the cave. The sound echoes off the walls, creating an ethereal chorus. Her cries escalate from soft, intermittent gasps to wild, frenzied howls that fill the air with a heady mix of desire and desperation. The scent of her arousal permeates the space, mingling with the sweet air of the cavern. My body responds to the heat and humidity, sweat trickling down my back. Holy fucking Christ.

The surrounding air is suddenly thick with a deafening roar as a massive explosion rips through the air. The ground shakes beneath us, sending vibrations through our bodies and rattling everything in our vicinity. It’s a moment of pure chaos, but Storm encourages me to continue.

She leads my hand down her body, and I feel the smoothness of her scales. The green shimmering of her scales drift and float on the water, creating a mesmerizing effect. A rainbow of colors reflect across the cavern. It fills the atmosphere with an enchanting aura.

Another thunderous roar fills the cave, and our breathing matches the tempo of our hands. I suck her nipples harder and move my other hand over her body faster in a circular movement. Her hand pumps harder and faster.

“I’m going to cum,” I cry out.

“Yes,” her moans match mine.

All of a sudden, an explosion of sensations takes over. My hot and sticky cum shoots out with a force, splattering everywhere. Her body quivers and shakes, a deafening cry eluding her lips, echoing off the cave walls. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of our heavy breathing.

With no warning, the ground beneath us begins to shake and rumble, causing shockwaves to travel up and down our spines. The pounding of my heart increases in intensity as I consider the possibility that what we are feeling is an earthquake. Bits fall from the ceiling, splashing into the lake we are in.

The sensation of my orgasm was beyond anything I had ever felt before. My body trembled with the intensity of it all. Suddenly, the sound of larger falling rocks jolted us out of our reverie. Storm grabs my hand and leads us quickly back to the outside world. The rush of cool air against my skin was a stark contrast to the heat of the moment we had just shared.

The atmosphere has shifted, and currently, the air is thick with a sense of foreboding. Gloomily, dark clouds loom overhead, casting an ominous shadow over everything below. The sound of birds and insects has dwindled, replaced by an eerie stillness that hangs heavily in the atmosphere. Moisture and dampness fill the air, as if a storm is brewing nearby.

“What’s going on?”

She doesn’t speak, only swims over to where I have my clothes drying. “You must dress and take your horses and leave.” Tears spring in her eyes.

“Why? What is going on?” My heart squeezes with an unknown pain.

“Things will work out, you’ll see.” She places her palm against the side of my cheek.

As the first set of raindrops pitter-patter on the lake’s surface, I notice they fall in sync with her tears. A soft, melancholic melody fills the air, as the raindrops hit the water, creating ripples that spread out in all directions. The scent of wet earth and grass fill my nostrils, as she places a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.

She then turns and dives into the lake, the cool water enveloping her in a tight embrace. I can feel the chill in the air as the rain continues to fall relentlessly. My heart sinks as I watch her disappear beneath the surface, her body becoming one with the lake. The sound of her splashing and the raindrops hitting the water slowly fade away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I’m left in a whirlwind of emotions. Should I take a chance and attempt to reach her? I climb out of the lake, the cool droplets of water cling to my skin as if part of her doesn’t want to leave me. As I dry off and get dressed, the gentle whinnying of the horses surrounds me, their warm breaths tickling my neck. Lipton nudges me, and I rub her nose. Life is back inside of them and it gives me a glimmer of hope that the ranch will recover from the drought. Now I have the trek home, and my heart is heavy once again of the heartache I have to face on my return.