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Anthology Blast Prompt 8: Come In, The Water's Fine

for the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast Tips are appreciated! Contains: orgies, outdoor sex, anal sex, oral sex, naiad/magic holes, magic refractory periods, marathon sex, threesomes, platonic sex/friends-with-benefits

“Admit it, Ceki. We’re lost.”

“No, we are not lost.”

“Then what, exactly, are we doing?”

Ceki smacked a branch out of his face, cloven hooves crunching under grass and leaves. Their fairy lights bobbed overhead, lighting the path through the darkened forest. “We’re going,” he replied, annoyed at his friend’s annoyance, “to the naiad’s lake.”

“You keep saying that,” Aimar sighed, trudging along with his arms folded over his chest, “but I don’t see a lake or naiads.”

“We just have to follow the river!” Ceki gestured to their right, where the rushing current of Parelia River flowed downhill to Athendrolyn and into the sea. “It’ll take us right to the lake and then we’re golden.”

“We’ve been following the river for half an hour. Don’t you think we should have gotten there by now?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never been this deep into the forest.”

“Wait, hold on.” Aimar threw his tawny arm out to stop them from walking. “You’re telling me you’ve been leading us by guessing the directions?”

Ceki smacked him away. “You have any better ideas?”

“I do actually. Going home.”

“We haven’t even made it to the party!”

“No party is worth this—we can go to any dorm party!”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, my pointy-eared friend.” He threw an arm over Aimar’s shoulders, lightly nudging him with his long, curved horns. “We’ve both been in this city long enough to hear the stories, right? Naiad ‘parties’ where there’s nothing but sex and magic until the sun comes up? Everyone from anywhere can join in? They’re made of magic water so they can go all night? Come on, man, you know this is worth it.”

“You know what else I’ve heard, Ceki?” Aimar shifted his weight out from under his arm. “I’ve heard about the magic illusions naiads use to mess with people who get too close.”

“We haven’t seen a single one!”

“How do you know? We could be walking in circles thanks to one of them!”

Ceki pinned his ears against his head, flat against his white-blond hair. “Look, man, you can think whatever you want. I’m going to get laid tonight, so if y—”

Something twinkled in the distance, far past the range of their fairy lights. His ears flicked forward, squinting into the dark to make sure it wasn’t his imagination. Between the trees, deep in the dark, he saw a shimmering blue light.

“If I what?” Aimar prodded.

“Shh!” Ceki turned him around by the shoulders and pointed. “Look, do you see that?”

“Yes…”

“It’s a spell, right?”

“Seems like it.”

“So, we must be getting close!”

“How can you possibly know that?”

Ceki rolled his eyes and trotted on ahead. “You can head back if you really want to, but I’m going to the party.”

Aimar called after him, but he didn’t turn back, bounding into the forest toward the promising shimmer. He sent his fairy light a little ahead so he would always have a clear path, whacking branches and hopping over gnarled roots without taking his eye off the prize. He didn’t hear any footsteps behind him. Aimar must have left after all.

He huffed and scratched his beard. It’s not like Ceki needed him there to have a good time, but it would have been nice to have someone along with him. He hated showing up to parties alone, especially sex parties, but this was an opportunity he wasn’t going to miss. Maybe he should have guessed the more cautious Aimar wouldn’t have been as committed to seeking out the local naiads as he was. But they were best friends! Would it have killed him to give Ceki the benefit of the doubt?

The light was farther away than he thought. Or maybe it was moving? Whatever the case, he went a little faster. No more wasting moonlight, no more arguing with Aimar. He tried to convince himself he wasn’t disappointed.

At last, the blue light got bigger. Ceki grinned and picked up his pace even more. The closer he got, the wilder and closer together the trees grew. Low hanging branches tried to obscure his view every few feet, he squeezed between trunks, and climbed over rotting logs. With every step, the blue aura grew. It was so close now, he could almost taste it!

His fairy light flickered, at risk of going out. Ceki stopped to recast the spell. It fizzled out. So did his light, dousing him in near-complete darkness. He tried again, and again, and a few more times to recast the spell. His fingers didn’t even spark. The white fur on his legs stood up, ears pinned back.

“Weird,” he mumbled.

Ceki glanced ahead. The blue light was close enough now that it could brighten his way instead, the glow sneaking between the gaps in the trees. He gave up on his fairy light and reached for his goal.

“Hello?” he called, pushing between two final leafy branches. “Anyone there?”

The blue light warped like a mirage before his eyes. Through the magic haze, he saw a figure. A beautiful figure, with a literal waterfall of hair, rushing down their back and ending in a spray of foam. Their curvaceous body and full breasts flowed with currents of water and magic, semi-transparent and lightly glowing. It took everything Ceki had not to jump and cheer.

“Hey,” he said, inching a little closer, “are you one of the naiads? Because I’ve been looking for you all—”

The figure disappeared. So did all the light. Which wasn’t a great sign.

“Uh. Okay.” Ceki whipped his head all around, but saw nothing in the dark. His spells still fizzled out. “I’m guessing this is one of those illusions I’ve heard so much about?”

A soft giggle brushed his ear, and sent a shiver down his spine. Unseen hands wandered from behind, around his waist, and up his chest.

“I don’t really know what’s going on,” he admitted, “but I’m down for whatever, so—”

The hands gripped the collar of his shirt and yanked. Ceki lurched forward with a grunt. Something crashed into him from behind, sending him to the ground with a yelp, and a dozen lights appeared before his eyes.

“What the fuck?” he demanded, shielding his face.

“Ceki?”

“Aimar?”

He squinted between his fingers and saw his friend doing the same. He also saw way more fairy lights than necessary hovering over their heads—his spells had been working after all. Ceki waved all but one away and scrambled to his hooves.

“I thought you left,” he said, a smile already growing, “what changed yo—what happened to your pants?”

Aimar, naked from the waist down, pinched the bridge of his nose. “The naiads took them. And your shirt, apparently.”

“What?”

Ceki looked down and found his pinkish chest bare, leaving him with only the fur on his legs and back to cover him in the night. As opposed to Aimar, who did not have the same coverage, leaving the near-hairless skin of his lower half very… exposed.

He snapped his eyes up. “What, uh—why are you here though?” he asked.

“I’ve been following you the whole time,” Aimar explained. “Or I tried to—you disappeared, and I just had to follow the light. And now we’re here.”

So he did want to come. Ceki brightened. “Well, let’s get a move on then. We’ve gotta get our clothes before heading back, but I bet we won’t be needing them.”

“I hope they didn’t hide them somewhere.”

After agreeing not to run off on his own again, Ceki let Aimar take the lead. They squinted deep into the forest for any sign of another blue light, or the figure of the naiad in the illusion. It was exciting to know they were close enough for the naiads to reach out with magic, meaning they were definitely close. Despite that promise, Ceki found it hard to concentrate, eyes inexplicably drawn down to the perfect, round shape of Aimar’s—

Head. His head, which was the only round thing of note to be looking at, long elvish ears poking out of his shoulder-length black hair. And Ceki wasn’t even distracted by it! Obviously! There was nothing to be distracted by.

He turned his gaze completely to one side, to dutifully look for the next sign of the naiads and no other reason. Between the trees, he actually saw something.

“Hey,” he said, pointing into the forest at another blue shimmer. “Is that what I think it is?”

Aimar slowed. “Could be.”

“Do you want to check it out?”

“Sure, it’s all we’ve seen so far.”

“Okay! Let’s—”

“Wait.” He held out his elbow. “We’re not getting separated this time.”

Ceki hesitated before taking it. “Y-Yeah, of course.”

They marched into the trees together, arms linked, and fairy lights bobbing overhead. Aimar stuck to his side like they were tied together, close enough for their hips to brush every so often. Ceki stared dead ahead at the soft blue glow.

Sure enough, it got bigger and bluer as they continued on. Their fairy lights went out when it was at its biggest and bluest, washing them in its inviting radiance. The illusory figure came back, the same voluptuous naiad with the waterfall of hair. When the two of them staggered through the trees, mostly naked, arm in arm, the illusion giggled at them.

“Hey, you got us!” Ceki said. “Really funny back there! So, uh—”

“Can we have our clothes back?” Aimar interrupted.

Ceki nudged him. “Dude, come on.”

“What?”

Before he could explain, the figure floated over the grass toward them. Despite knowing it wasn’t real, Ceki wanted to run his hands over the watery curves, run his fingers through the currents of hair. He caught his breath when the illusion put its cool palm flat against his chest. It hooked the fingers of its other hand around Aimar’s collar, tugging him closer. Even Aimar couldn’t stay stoic at that, wide-eyed as the naiad pulled him nose to nose. Ceki was almost jealous—then he saw the watery fingers tighten.

“Uh, actually,” he realized, “hold on a sec—”

The illusion disappeared, their fairy lights reappearing in a blinding flash. When their eyes recovered, Aimar’s shirt was missing.

“Really?” he complained.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Ceki said. “They aren’t just going to give your clothes back, the whole point is that you have to go find them.”

Aimar sighed, staring down at himself, now completely naked except for his shoes. “I guess I don’t really have a choice now.”

The familiar giggle of the illusory naiad interrupted. Both of them snapped around to find its source, and saw the glowing blue figure waving Aimar’s shirt like a flag. As soon as it made sure they saw, it turned around and raced into the trees.

“Hey—wait!” Aimar called, and took off after it.

“I thought we were staying together!” Ceki protested, but ran into the trees after them both.

They chased the naiad illusion through a dense tangle of branches and roots. It was all Ceki could do to keep an eye on Aimar, much less figure out where the illusion went. More than once, they had to stop to catch their breath, but the naiad never let them stay lost. If they dawdled too long, it peeked out from behind a tree or a bush, whipping Aimar’s shirt around and taunting them with a laugh.

The illusion led them deeper and deeper into the forest, until the trees thinned out. A light appeared ahead of them, spilling between evenly spaced trunks as if it were day on the other side. At the very edge of the separating tree line, the figure stopped, shirt lifted over its head like a prize.

“Mine!” Aimar cried, leaping at the illusion with his arms outstretched.

It disappeared. He collapsed in the dirt, flat on his face. Ceki stumbled over his legs and crashed to the ground with an alarmed bleat. To the ground—and on top of Aimar, planting himself right between his shoulder blades.

“Ow,” he groaned.

“Sorry!” Ceki rolled into the grass. “Sorry, man, I…” He sat up and looked around. “I think we made it.”

“Yep.” Aimar struggled to his knees, shirt fisted in his hand. “Sure looks like it.”

The bright light they’d seen through the trees revealed itself to be a dozen fairy lights, floating high above the surface of a wide, clear lake. Or it would have been clear if it wasn’t absolutely teeming with creatures of all shapes and sizes, in the water, on the shore, and everywhere in between. Most were naiads. All of them were fucking.

There were dozens of people, all of them engaged in some act of passion or another. The only things louder than the splashes were the cries of lust that reverberated over the water, carrying off into the night. Ceki grinned at the scene, taking in his new surroundings with a growing heat in his belly.

“Hi there,” teased a nearby voice, somehow familiar.

“Uh, hi,” he blurted, before he even saw who it was. Then he gasped, jumping to his hooves. “You’re the—!”

The naiad from the illusion wiggled their fingers from the nearest shore, just as beautiful as the projection promised. They leaned on their crystalline blue arms, half in and half out of the lake, droplets scattering onto the grass from their watery form. They didn’t have eyelashes to flutter, but the twinkling lights that made up their eyes provided the same effect.

“You know,” Aimar said, getting to his feet, “you didn’t have to do all that.”

“Sorry,” they said. They slowly dragged a hand across one of their heavy breasts, tracing the enchanted curve. “Maybe if you join in the fun, I can make it up to you.”

“Works for me,” Ceki agreed.

The last thing he saw was Aimar kicking off his shoes before he trotted to the lakeside and jumped into the water. The shallow water near the shore only came up to his thighs, but it was warm—pleasantly warm, like a heated pool. The naiad from the illusion laughed in delight, throwing their arms around him for a full kiss. Ceki jumped at the feeling of their watery lips, as warm as the water surrounding them. The rushing currents of the magic that made up their body thrummed against his mouth, rushing over his skin unlike any way he’d ever been kissed before.

The same magic currents hummed over his body, the naiad pressed firm against him. Their tits squished against his chest, droplets of water skating down his torso. And now that Ceki knew they were real, he ran his hands over their enchanted curves. Smooth and frictionless, his palms skated over the slick surface of their hips. The currents pushed against his hands, but the surface tension was so weak he nearly dipped into their body. Curious, Ceki tried to grab their plump ass. He got two fistfuls of water and a loud moan.

“That’s good?” he asked, just making sure.

“Yes,” they laughed, running watery fingers through his hair. “You’ve never been with a naiad before, have you?”

“Not until now.”

“Oh, good.” They grinned, lifting themself up by his neck to cross noses. “I love teaching the new ones how to play in the water.”

Ceki shivered. “I—I like learning. I love learning.”

The naiad took his arms and dragged him back to the shore. On the way, he saw Aimar tangling with a different naiad, back-to-chest with them as the naiad felt him up and teased his cock. His stomach lurched for some reason, and he quickly turned back to his own partner.

“We can play with your friend later,” they assured him with a smirk.

They laid back against the shore dragging Ceki along. They placed his hands on either side of their head, so he was hanging over them, hips pressed together. Ceki shivered again as the enchanted currents raced along his furry crotch, providing stimulation without anything actually moving. He sighed hotly, pressing forward a little. It wouldn’t be long before his cock pushed out of his sheath, already warm and bulging with arousal.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked, before he forgot.

“Kleodora,” they said. “You’re Ceki, right?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

They snaked their arms around his neck again. “You’re fun to watch.”

That did it for him. Ceki groaned as his cock dropped free, hard and already dripping. Kleodora reached down to stroke it, and he gasped at the feeling of their currents buzzing over his shaft. They palmed the head of his cock, and he jerked his hips. He fucked right through their hand, and they both gasped. It was a weird visual, Kleodora’s hand skewered all the way to the base, but they didn’t seem to be in pain. They weren’t even uncomfortable, teasing him by moving their hand up and down his shaft, fucking it. Ceki whined a little, not sure how to feel about it but unable to ignore the pleasure that spiked through his body.

“Want it to feel even better?” Kleodora asked, dragging their hand up to palm his tip again.

“Y-Yeah, for sure,” he stuttered.

They put their arms over their head and spread their legs, showing off a totally blank crotch. There was nothing different about it compared to the rest of their body, a semi-transparent, featureless surface made of water and magic. Ceki glanced down, then back up.

“Do I just… go?” he asked.

“Mhm.” They arched off the shore. “Just fuck me like you’d fuck anyone else.”

That seemed a little too easy, but he wasn’t about to complain. Ceki angled his hips and thrusted forward, cock breaking the surface tension of their body like it did to their hand. His mouth dropped open, hands fisting in the grass.

The currents of Kleodora’s body tightened around him like a muscle. He watched the water swirling in their hips change directions to twist around and around his cock. They seemed to be enjoying it, too, breathing a fluttery sigh as they swirled his cock with their whole body. It was a whirlpool of pleasure so strong he struggled to come to grips with it.

“Ho-oly shit,” he gasped.

“Good?” Kleodora asked, but it seemed like they knew the answer.

“Y-Yes, yeah.” He laughed breathlessly, still a little in awe. “This is crazy.”

“Tell me about it while you get moving, hm?”

Ceki nodded, swallowing thickly. He pushed out, shuddering as the currents dragged against his shaft. When the head of his cock threatened to break to the surface, he plunged back in. They both moaned, Kleodora tightening around him again, currents spinning faster. Ceki thrusted again and again, trying to keep an even pace without losing his mind.

Each time he fucked into them, the currents clenched harder, twisted faster. More and more water inside their body change the direction of its flow, diving down to circle his cock. Each thrust was easier than the last, pulled deeper and faster by the strength of the water’s pull. A small vortex tried to trap his cock inside them, trying everything to make him stay.

“Y-You know,” Ceki said, watching himself get sucked inside, “nobody’s hole has ever fucked me back before.”

Kleodora giggled, stretching their legs wider. “Never?”

“Not literally.”

They sighed as he thrusted again. “I’ll make it a good first time for you.”

Ceki groaned, pressing inside them deep, but he wasn’t about to be outdone. He braced himself, planting his hooves in the soft sand and dirt of the lake bottom, and snapped his hips. Kleodora gasped and moaned, their body spinning up a stronger whirlpool for him. He fucked them hard, hips slapping together. Water droplets scattered off into the air and across his body, but Kleodora either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Harder,” they moaned, arching high off the shore. “Yes, harder!”

That was a tall order. Ceki panted, thighs already shaking from his work and the way Kleodora did exactly as they promised—they fucked him back good. The vortex of their body was tighter than any hole he’d fucked, sucked him stronger than any mouth, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last. Waves reverberated throughout their body from how hard he thrusted into them, and they wanted more? Kleodora moaned as the waves rippled up their body, crashing and breaking over their tits—and that gave him an idea.

He propped himself up on one hand and grabbed through one. They nearly screamed as he played around in the currents of their body, caressing and swirling around in the water. He ducked low and licked the other, tasting fresh, crystal water and feeling the buzz of magic against his tongue. Kleodora sobbed in ecstasy, currents clenching tighter after each of his fast, messy thrusts.

It was getting to be too much. Ceki moaned with a mouthful of watery tits as the current pulled his cock along. He tried to pull out, to thrust again, but he couldn’t. It was too strong, the vortex sucking him in too hard. He squirmed and whimpered, cock trapped in the whirlpool of Kleodora’s body.

“Just a little more,” they breathed. “Just a little more, I’m so close, I’m gonna break…”

Ceki didn’t know what that meant, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved his hand down and jerked himself off. Splashing through the water of their hips, he fisted his cock through the relentless currents. He moaned into their chest and barely heard Kleodora gasp as he came inside of them. His hot cum streamed out of his tip and got sucked away by the vortex, spiraling through their crystalline body.

“Oh shit,” they moaned, currents spinning faster than ever. “Oh shit, oh shit!"

Kleodora jerked their hips up and the currents broke—and now Ceki knew what that meant. The vortex snapped apart, reverberating through their body down to the very tips of their watery fingers. Ceki watched, transfixed, as his cum raced around inside them and shot out, scattering over the grass.

“That was fun,” they said, melting on the shore.

“Yeah,” Ceki agreed. He leaned on his elbows, catching his breath. His cock shrank back into its sheath, tucked up between his legs.

“Wanna go again?”

“I, uh… I think I need a second?”

Kleodora smiled up at him like they had a secret. They pushed on his chest, and he was too tired to protest, letting them roll him onto his back. They straddled his hips, sitting pretty on his damp, furry thighs.

“Drink,” they said, and tapped their fingers against his mouth.

“Drink… you?” he asked.

“You already got a taste, right?” They wiggled their fingers. “Why don’t you have another?”

Assuming this was some kind of naiad foreplay, Ceki opened his mouth and sucked. Their fingers collapsed easily into a mouthful of water he could drink, so he swallowed it down. The magic shot through his nerves and he twitched, zapped with energy. He stared wide-eyed at Kleodora. They just smirked.

“Keep going,” they said.

Ceki was about to protest that he’d already drank their fingers—and what a weird thing to almost say—but his tongue met their fingers when he tried to speak. He sucked them down, shivering from the shock of magic, and felt the water regenerate the shape in his mouth. He sucked them down again, spine tingling. Now it was foreplay.

“There’s a reason we have to stay in the water” Kleodora said, watching drink him drink their fingers down with lustful eyes. “Evaporation, drought, splashing our bodies down. But I love letting other creatures like you have a little piece.”

Ceki moaned. His body buzzed with energy, magic coursing through his nerves, and it only took another mouthful before his cock popped free of its sheath. Kleodora sighed hotly, already sitting right on top of it. They took their hand back to fondle themselves, brushing their tits and grabbing their thighs. Ceki jerked up, aching to feel their currents again

“Mm, so excited,” Kleodora said, starting to rock. “Stay put, I’ll give it to you.”

Ceki couldn’t resists reaching out to grab their hips, but otherwise let Kleodora ride his cock all they wanted. Their currents were less intense this time, more of a tease, caressing his shaft with little bursts of energy. Kleodora rolled their hips against his and rubbed their own body down to give him a show, making little waves as they bounced. He lolled his head on the grass, breathing heavy already.

Not too far away, he saw Aimar again, with the same naiad as before. His naiad had him bent in half at the waist on the shoreline, pounding his ass with what must have been an enchanted watery cock. Aimar didn’t notice him, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and moaning. Ceki couldn’t hear him, there was too many other moaning voices on to pick out a single one. He sort of wished he could hear Aimar’s, though.

“Excuse me,” said a voice on his other side. Ceki turned and saw a halfling, soaking wet from head to toe. She ran a seductive finger down his face. “Is this seat taken?”

“I’m down,” he said, glancing at Kleodora.

“Go ahead,” they agreed, not even slowing down.

The halfling—Ceki forgot to ask her name before she sat down—rode his face while Kleodora rode his cock, and he forgot about anything else but being drowned at both ends. He worked her cunt with his tongue and Kleodora reached out to grope her a few times. They had to sit up to reach her, leaving their currents spinning on the very tip of his cock. Ceki moaned into the halfling’s thighs every time they left him hanging, desperate to have his cock swallowed up again.

When they’d all finished, the three of them moved on. Kleodora set Ceki loose to “play in the water” while they waited to greet any newcomers, and off he went. After a drink from another naiad’s body, he found out what a magic water cock felt like—sort of like a vibrator, but more malleable—hooked up with another satyr that liked to lock horns while they fucked, and eventually found himself in a deeper part of the lake, getting handsy with at least three other naiads.

Ceki let them go wherever they wanted, moaning and leaning against the nearest body. He’d asked for their names, but couldn’t remember any of them, mind reeling from all the orgasms he’d had that night. The one thing he couldn’t stop remembering was how Aimar had looked getting spread and fucked on the shore.

He tried to stop himself, but his eyes always wandered back that way. Aimar never strayed far from the shore where they started, letting other people come to him instead of going out of his way. Ceki saw him now, laying there by himself, resting. Basking in an afterglow, maybe? Was he done for the night? Ceki never even got a chance to…

“Need some help?” one of the naiads asked.

“Huh?” he mumbled.

“I think he needs some help,” a second agreed.

“Wait, help with w—”

A huge wave crested under his back and shoved him away. The three naiads waved cheerily as he catapulted toward the shore with absolutely no control over his journey. Ceki held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for impact.

The wave broke and shoved him against another body. Water rushed over their heads and left them both sputtering and coughing as it receded.

“Sorry,” Ceki said, “I don’t know why that happened.”

“Well that was about to be my first question,” said Aimar.

Oh fuck. It was Aimar.

Ceki scrambled up to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He wasn’t, a semi-drenched Aimar staring up at him from the shore. And Ceki had a hand on his chest. And they were both naked. And this was awkward now.

“S-Sorry!” he spluttered, trying to slink away. “Sorry, man, I didn’t—uh, I didn’t mean to—”

“Why?”

It was so unexpected he froze. “It’s… I didn’t want to interrupt you, so I’m… sorry for that?”

Aimar cupped the back of his neck and dragged him back down. Ceki’s heart jumped into his throat, too shocked to argue.

“Don’t be,” he said, lacing his fingers behind Ceki’s head.

“Okay,” Ceki squeaked.

Aimar laughed, so easy and relaxed, nothing at all like he was before. He ran a thumb across Ceki’s bottom lip, and it was so electrifying that Ceki almost didn’t notice they were kissing.

When he did notice, he returned it hungrily. He dove for Aimar’s mouth and messed up his hair. It made him so frantic he was almost nervous—he didn’t realize he wanted it this much, but now that he had it, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Ceki kissed Aimar until he mouth dropped open to moan, then peppered his neck and chest to hear more. With a whine, Aimar dragged him up by the horns to find his mouth again. He didn’t try to separate again.

Buzzing with excitement, Ceki didn’t notice how long they were making out until he felt his cock drop from its sheath for the dozenth time. He shuddered, forcing himself to break the kiss.

“Do you,” he started, hesitantly. “Do you want to, uh—”

“Yes, obviously,” Aimar told him. His thin lips were swollen and flushed, eyes dark with lust.

He nodded quickly. “Okay, cool, cool. How should I…?”

“I’m so loose right now, you probably won’t need any help” He scooted down and spread his legs, his own cock hard against his stomach.

A loadbearing chunk of Ceki’s brain shut down. “I’ll—I’ll be careful. Just in case?”

Aimar chuckled and shrugged. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

He had absolutely no idea what it would make him feel, but he knew this was what he desperately wanted. Ceki lined up and slowly pressed himself into Aimar’s ass.

It was true, he was very loose. He must have been messing around with more than the naiad tonight, because the inside of his hole felt slick already. Ceki bit his lip hard, clenching every muscle so he didn’t ram in at full speed. Aimar, on the other hand, had a relaxed and pleasant smile on his face.

Ceki bottomed out and he lurched forward with a gasp. Aimar arched with a little grunt. He was so warm inside. He was loose from being fucked, slick from other cocks, but now it was Ceki’s turn. Now Ceki got to fuck Aimar—his best friend. The thought made him tremble.

“Move?” Aimar asked, unmistakable tension behind his voice. He wanted this too.

“Moving,” Ceki agreed.

He pulled out gently, and replaced his cock the same way. He ignored every instinct telling him to start pounding and never stop—he wanted to feel every inch of this. Ceki savored the experience of sinking into his ass, succumbing to the tantalizing heat. When he could go no farther, their hips molding together, he repeated his slow, deliberate motions. In and out, in and out, he sighed and watched his cock disappear. Deeper and deeper, filling Aimar like he’d wanted all night. Then back out, fucking him gently like a good friend should.

Aimar seemed to have other ideas. He did whimper for Ceki’s achingly soft thrusts, fisting his own hands in his hair, but his lips pouted. Impatient, he writhed and arched in the grass, cock dripping pre-cum onto his stomach.

"For the Gods' sake, Ceki, go faster,” he ordered, but his barely masked desperation made it closer to begging.

Ceki pushed in as deep as he could and captured his mouth again. Aimar took a tight grip on both his horns, keeping him locked in place. Ceki hiked one of his legs over his shoulder, and did what he asked.

Fucking Aimar wasn’t really any different than any of the other people he’d messed around with that night, except it very much was. When Ceki slammed into his ass, burying himself to the hilt over and over, the one moaning underneath him wasn’t a random creature he barely knew. Aimar told him to go faster, fuck him harder. Aimar gasped against his lips, curled his toes, trembled and shook for the speed of his hips. It was Aimar’s hips that Ceki rammed into, damp fur crushed against wet skin. He was fucking Aimar, and his head spun.

The quick thrusts were so much better than the slow ones. All Ceki could do was pant in his face, hammering his cock home, but it felt so good. Aimar’s loose hole let him slip in and out so easily, and his pre-cum just made it slicker inside, but he always tried to clench down. Despite asking him to go faster, moaning for it, it was like Aimar couldn’t help but want to keep him buried. It almost felt like the naiads again, a hole that fucked him back. He jerked his hips too fast, too messy, and fell out.

“Sorry,” he breathed, fumbling a hand down to line himself up.

“I don’t care, I don’t care,” Aimar whimpered. “Just come back, just fuck me, Ceki, please, please fuck me.”

He whined, desperate, and finally found Aimar again. He plunged deep and nearly sobbed in relief. Aimar clutched him with all four limbs, moaning loud approvals into his ear. Ceki fucked him hard and fast, face buried in his neck to muffle his ecstasy. Aimar came first, bursting between their stomachs and coating them both. Ceki wasn’t far behind, gripping his hips to bury his cock as deep as he could to come. Both of them sweaty, panting, and spent, all it took was one glance for them to agree: they needed to fuck again.

Ceki couldn’t seem to stop fucking him. After replenishing themselves with the help of a naiad, Ceki went right back to his ass. They flipped positions multiple times: Aimar face down, riding his cock, riding him in reverse, but it was unspoken that Ceki always be balls deep inside him no matter what they did. Sometimes other creatures joined in—fucking their faces, using Ceki’s ass for themselves, helping Aimar by stroking or sucking him off—but the two of them were always glued at the hips. Ceki didn’t bother to count how many times he’d come inside him, but it was enough that his cum leaked from Aimar’s overused hole. It made him even more deliciously slick, and so much easier to fuck.

“You feel so good,” Ceki told him, for the hundredth time. “You feel so, so, so good.”

Aimar trembled underneath him for the hundredth time, bent at the waist and thrusting back against his cock. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’m so close, I’m gonna come again—Ceki, I need to come again!”

He buried a hand in Aimar’s hair, sucked a bruise into his neck, and grabbed his throbbing cock. Ceki jerked him off furiously, slamming his ass, fucking him as hard and fast as he knew he wanted. Aimar moaned so hard his voice cracked, coming over his fingers and quaking from head to toe. Ceki stroked him hard, cock buried in his ass, while he finished—he’d learned that was another thing he liked, to clench around him while he came.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, going limp in the grass.

Still hard, Ceki caressed his hips. They were red from all his grabbing and clutching. “Can I use you?”

He nodded, spreading his knees. “Please, do it, use me to come.”

Ceki was pretty sure he’d never get tired of hearing that, which was why he asked every time. He fucked Aimar’s cum-stuffed ass one more time, burying his cock deep to fill it even more. After so many rounds, his thighs dripped with the stuff.

He pulled out so he cock could return to its sheath, and collapsed on his back next to Aimar. They both heaved and trembled, lying dormant as the orgy continued to rage all around them. Aimar threw a floppy arm over to pat his chest.

“I think I’m done,” he muttered, “for tonight.”

“Me too,” Ceki said. His bones felt like jelly, and no amount of naiad replenishing magic energy would make up for how sore he was going to be tomorrow.

Aimar rolled over and curled up against his side. He put an arm around his shoulders, instinctive and easy. The splashing, squealing, and moaning of the other partiers created a familiar cacophonous soundscape. He smiled into the night, shutting his eyes to enjoy the moment.

Ceki only realized he’d fallen asleep when someone shook him awake.

“Hey there, rise and shine,” Kleodora sang.

He jerked up and immediately regretted it. Not only was it horrendously bright, he ached in places he didn’t even know he had muscles. Every square inch of his body had been ground to thin beef jerky, then run over by a car, and then partially eaten by birds.

“Ow,” he remarked, cringing himself up.

Kleodora smiled sympathetically. “Feeling rough?”

“Very.” Ceki squinted around the lake.

The fairy lights that kept the place lit at night were obviously gone, the midday sun high in the sky. Various non-naiad orgy guests either slept peacefully on the lakeshore or groaned in agony upon waking up. One very important guest was missing, though.

“Have you seen Aimar?” he asked.

Kleodora pointed. “He’s right over there, Arethusa has your clothes.”

Ceki swung his stiff everything in the direction they indicated, and saw Aimar not too far down the shore. He sat by the water, talking with another naiad—Arethusa, presumably, and who Ceki recognized as the one who he watched fuck Aimar the previous night. As promised, his dry shirt was folded neatly in the grass, Aimar already wearing his own clothes.

“Thanks,” he said, creaking to his hooves. “And also thanks for last night, I had fun.”

“My pleasure!” Kleodora said, and blew a kiss. “You’re welcome anytime.”

“I might need a month to recover from this, but I’ll be back at some point.”

They laughed and waved, swimming off to wake another unfortunate creature. Ceki waddled down the shore to retrieve his shirt.

“Hey,” Aimar greeted. “Sleep well?”

“Until I woke up, it was great,” he said. He swiped his shirt off the ground.

Arethusa chuckled, arms folded over his chest. “That happens a lot. Anyway, like I was saying.” He pointed through the trees. “Just head south until you hit the river, and follow it all the way west to Athendrolyn, you should hit the first bridge into the city in about an hour on foot. It’s the easiest way to get to and from the lake by a long shot.”

Ceki put his hands on his hips. “So I was right about the directions!”

“Yes, congratulations,” Aimar said, struggling to his feet. “Let’s see if you can do it backwards this time.”

“Take care, you two,” Arethusa said, swimming off. They both waved and set off for the directions he gave them.

It took about fifteen minutes of walking for things to get awkward. Well, awkward for Ceki. Aimar seemed to be in a great mood, despite the fact neither of them could walk faster than the average senior citizen. Probably because of… everything they did together.

“That was fun,” Aimar suddenly said.

“Y-Yeah,” Ceki agreed. He nudged him with an elbow. “Aren’t you glad we didn’t go to a regular dorm party instead?”

He put his hands up in surrender. “Yes, I’m glad, you were right about how awesome this would be.”

Ceki laughed nervously, scratching his furry leg. He swallowed. “Hey, about… all of last night, I guess.”

Aimar raised a brow. “What’s up?”

“Are we still—you know, are we cool?”

“Why wouldn’t we be cool?”

“I—I don’t know, I just wasn’t sure if you’d…” What was he worried about? He didn’t really know. “I guess we just did a lot of stuff last night, and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t… too much?”

Aimar stopped him with a gentle hand. “Hey, I asked you to.”

He shuffled his hooves. “Yeah, but you kinda seemed like you were on the fence about coming to this thing, so…”

He blinked, surprised. Then smiled into his chest. “Ceki… I was annoyed last night because I was jealous.”

“Of what?”

“You kept talking about all the sexy naiads, and I didn’t think you’d want to hook up with me while we were there.”

Now it was Ceki’s turn to be surprised. “What, why not?”

He laughed, half covering his face. “After last night, I have no idea!”

Ceki laughed too, baffled. “Dude, you could have just asked me.”

“You’re right, I totally should have.” Aimar took a step closer and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

“Just at orgies or in general?”

“In general.”

Ceki's stomach flipped over, and a grin spread over his face. “Yeah, I want to.”

Aimar smiled back. “Cool. Probably not today though.”

“Oh Gods, definitely not today.”

And on the long walk back home, they commiserated with each other about how many pain killers they were going to take when they got there.

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