(It's back. Don't get too excited. I'm still the slowest writer ever.)
Lurking in the Lake
Imps. A roiling horde of naked red skin, grasping hands, radioactive cocks, and glowing pink drool, slathering over her body. It sank in through her skin and touched her deep inside, opening her sex. Dawn panicked, as the void between her legs grew, the emptiness ate away at her insides, caving in her chest, crushing her, smothering her, squeezing her down.
"Aauh!" Dawn woke, cumming, as a sudden orgasm tore her out of her dream and into a confusion of darkness and heat and pressing weight and slick friction and skin.
Her pulsating pussy stretched and yielded as a firm girth rammed itself between her walls, filling her and driving another wave of orgasmic sensation through her. Harsh breath ghosted along her neck at the back of her jaw, as a heavy muscular body undulated on top of her.
"Nneeah!" Dawn gasped into the smothering darkness. Her pounding heart and the fear from her dream only made her orgasm more powerful as she writhed helplessly under a larger and stronger body.
Xander just kept slowly but firmly fucking her, implacably.
It was Xander, of course. She knew his sounds, his scent, and the feel of him. They were in the guest room of Whitney's farmhouse, supposedly asleep for the night, and Dawn was safe. There were no imps. Xander had just rolled over on top of her and started fucking her. In her sleep. That was kind of hot, actually, but she hadn't expected Xander would be comfortable taking that kind of liberty with her body this soon...
Hah, he was totally asleep too!
With a delighted shiver and a mental shrug, Dawn moaned and wrapped her legs around Xander's hips as their bodies moved together on nothing but instinct.
It was kind of hard to breathe, though. Xander was basically just laying flush on top of her with his full weight while he rocked into her with his cock. Dawn struggled to inhale again, but the effort sent whole new ripples of squirmy pleasure down to her core. It was weirdly exciting to be helpless before Xander's base animal lust, like this. To be used by his body acting by itself.
Xander moaned in his sleep. His body trembled, bucking into her harder, sharper. His hips jerked forward instead of smoothly rolling and he shuddered. His cock pulsed inside her and Dawn felt a rush of gooey heat flood into her, filling her to capacity and overflowing her to make a mess between their bodies.
There was so much of it. Xander twitched and his whole body trembled against her as he pumped more and more of his hot cum into her quivering core.
Eventually he went still, a little bit at a time, until his pulsing cock was the last part of him that was moving at all, and then that finally went limp too. Dawn could feel herself laying in a puddle of cum of epic proportions. That was probably going to be gross in the morning, but in the moment she couldn't bring herself to care.
She did wriggle to the side a little, out from under Xander's chest, so she could breathe more comfortably. Once she managed that, it wasn't long until she drifted to sleep again. This time she wasn't disturbed by dreams at all.
The scent of sex was thick in the room when Tara's own vague but rather disturbing dreams woke her shortly after first light.
After a calming yawn, Tara sat up and scooted over to peek through the makeshift curtain that separated her half of the guest room from Xander and Dawn's half. It was markedly less embarrassing than it would've been even a couple of days ago to be greeted with the sight of a naked Xander on top of a naked Dawn. They were cuddled together, asleep, but their lower bodies remained aligned like they were having sex, with Dawn's legs splayed apart on either side of Xander's hips.
Tara caught herself with her own hand inching into her panties, and blushed. It wouldn't really be that wrong, Tara considered. Neither of them had said anything, and neither of them really acted like having privacy from Tara in particular was important to them. At the same time, it was just too embarrassing on all sides for Tara to openly watch them while she touched herself.
And that was kind of sad. Looking at them entwined like that, a deep longing to go cuddle up with them settled in Tara's chest, for precisely the reason that she was too shy to... invite herself in. It hurt so much more because she knew Dawn and Xander might not reject her.
Shaking her head, Tara sighed. She just wasn't the kind of person who could brazenly say things like, "Can I watch?" even when she was reasonably sure the answer would be, "Uh, okay."
Tara reached for her shirt and started to dress. As she moved around, she heard Xander and Dawn stir as well, the soft wet sounds of a kiss and other fleshy friction followed by the rustling of cloth.
"Bwhu? Dawn?" came Xander's sleepy voice. "Uh..."
"Mm, morning," Dawn said, sounding sleepy but impish.
"How did I get...?"
"Sleep ravishing!" Dawn giggled. "Like sleepwalking, but sexy. It was awesome why didn't you tell me it was awesome."
Xander chuckled nervously, and Tara heard more rustling. Tara giggled silently to herself. Dawn's unabashed enthusiasm for all Xander-related lewdness really was very cute.
"Oh, ick, are we stuck together?" Dawn asked. "We're... not stuck together. Huh. Black eggs for the win?"
As it turned out, it was possible to eat meat in Mareth. It was only impossible to cut meat off a creature before it was cooked. That had been a pleasant surprise, when Whitney served them fish.
Xander tried not to think about how long it might be before he could ever have a cheeseburger again.
This was relevant, because according to Whitney, "That was the last'a it, to tell the truth. Ah think today y'all should see about gettin' so'more for the ice box."
"I... don't know how to fish," Xander admitted. "Do you know how to fish?"
Tara shook her head. So did Dawn, but Xander already knew she'd never touched a fishing pole.
Whitney chuckled. "Lucky you I know a gal. Name's Callu. She's the one t'see if you're lookin' fr'fish 'round these parts."
"Okay," Xander said, glancing at the girls for agreement. "We'll go talk to her, sure."
"She docks just down the beach that way," Whitney told them. "She's the only gal with a fishin' boat you'll see. I'll leave workin' out a deal with'er t'your discretion."
"Are we gonna need weapons?" Dawn asked.
"For Callu? Of course not," Whitney said. "But, if yah wind up goin' out on the water, y'might want something, but I wouldn't take anything that'd sink."
"Right," Xander said, leaving his axe where it was with a sigh.
The walk down to and along the shore was kind of nice. A gentle breeze blew refreshingly crisp air in off the water, and the grass was lush and green where they walked just back from the stretch of muddy sand.
The water got more and more still and crystal clear the further they went. Dawn could already see lots of different fish darting along the lakebed.
"That looks like a dock to me," Xander spoke up, pointing ahead as they rounded a clump of bushes.
It was a old and battered thing, Dawn realized when they got close enough to see it properly. The small pier looked sturdy, but ancient, lashed together from massive logs that were fused together by silt as much as held together by crude rope.
There was a bright shiny rowboat tied off next to the old wood, which looked shockingly pristine next to the weathered pier.
A splash of color at the end of the dock resolved into a female figure reclined on a beach towel, propped against one of the posts, with sun-bleached blonde hair and a yellow string bikini visible under a wide-brimmed straw hat. Dawn picked her way nimbly across the sand and stepped up onto the dock itself, only to halt in her tracks and blush.
The girl, who Dawn assumed was Callu, had her big straw hat down over her face like she was taking a nap, but she also had one hand down inside her cheerful yellow bikini bottoms, lazily fingering herself. Her skin was a dark tanned bronze and glittered with droplets of water in the weird not-sun light of this dimension, and she had fuzzy ears and an actual otter tail flopped out along one of her legs.
Tara bumped into Dawn from behind and said, "Um."
"Uh," Xander agreed, coming up last.
"Should we say something?" Dawn whispered.
Tara opened her mouth, closed it, blushed, and then shrugged. Dawn shrugged back, and then called out.
"Excuse me hi?"
Callu yelped, startled. Her hat fell off of her face but she grabbed it and put it back on the top of her head as she blinked at the three of them. Her other hand was still inside her bikini bottoms, frozen.
Dawn winced.
Then the tanned bikini-clad girl relaxed and smiled at them. "Well hey there, friends! For a second I thought you might'a been some'a them demon fellers. Boy am I glad you aint!"
"Yeah, uh, not demons. Are you Callu?" Dawn asked.
"I am Callu," she confirmed with a lazy wave and a toothy grin. Her other hand resumed its previous activity. "Mm. Nice t'meet y'all."
"Um, Whitney sent, sent us your way?" Tara explained.
Callu nodded blandly. The outline of her knuckles in the yellow fabric of her bottoms moved in a slow circle. "That was nice'o her. So what can'ah do'ya for?"
"She, um, fish?" Xander tried.
"Whitney's out of fish," Dawn agreed, trying not to stare.
"Ah," Callu said. Her hand stopped and she tipped her hat up to get a better look at them. "Alright. Who wants ta fish'n'fuck?"
"Wants to what?" Xander blurted.
"Fish'n'fuck," Callu drawled, focusing on Xander. "I fish, you fuck. Those two cuties can row. It aint thaumic science, darlin'."
Xander gaped. "What, but, just like that?"
"Well, we are here for fish," Tara pointed out, amusement coloring her tone.
Callu wiped her fingers dry and stood up. She gave them a lazy grin. "Don't worry, darlin'. I don't plan on stickin' nothin' where it don't belong."
"...yay?" Xander wavered for a moment and then turned to Dawn. "Um."
At first, Dawn wasn't sure why he looked at her like that, but after a second it hit her and she let out a joyous little sigh. Xander wanted her permission. Dawn was unutterably thrilled that he considered himself beholden to her that much this soon. It was sweet that his first thought was for her, but Dawn was so finished with being in the way of getting things done.
Besides, she'd get to watch, and that was hot.
"It's okay," Dawn told him, smiling. "I'm not going to come over all jealous on you."
Xander chuckled ruefully. "If your sureness is not so much..."
Dawn shook her head. "It's kinda hot. And, like, the rules are different here. Maybe once we get home we'll have to talk about it, but for now we can't really worry about that kind of thing, can we? So, like, don't worry about it."
"Okay," Xander agreed. He gave her a very Xanderful hug, making her grin.
"Awww," Callu cooed. "Alrighty, into the boat, ya'll. And remember, ya gotta keep quiet or ya'll scare the fish!"
Callu's boat was pretty standard for a wooden rowboat, with a prow at one end and a pair of benches to sit on. It did have one modification. A third bench, turned lengthwise, which bridged the other two down the center of the boat.
Xander felt a little weird about being whored out for food, but needs must and Callu did seem... friendly.
The otter-girl was the last one into the boat, once they cast off. She dove into the water and dragged the boat away from the the dock herself, before she leaped onto the prow and vaulted herself right onto Xander's lap.
"Hiya," she greeted as she draped herself over his shoulder. "Alrighty gals, you each take an oar and get us movin'. As for you, stud, you just get yourself naked and lay down there. I'll take care of everything."
Callu slid off his lap to give him room, and Xander took off his hiking boots and jeans. As requested, once he was naked Xander laid down on the lengthwise bench with his feet towards the prow. This put his head right in between Dawn and Tara, braced on one side by a soft plush hip and on the other by a harder but more lively muscular hip.
"Cozy," Xander joked.
Dawn giggled, and so did Tara, looking down at his face for a moment as they hauled back on the oars.
"You're nicely hung, eh?" Callu commented from down at Xander's other end where she was inspecting his half-hard cock.
Callu stood up, drawing Xander's eyes back to her tight, tanned body. There was no tease in the unceremonious way Callu stripped out of her yellow bikini and tossed it under the bench. Her small pert breasts were just as tan as the rest of her, as was her hairless mound, which was still flushed from her earlier activity.
The nude otter-girl sat herself on Xander's stomach, facing towards the front of the boat and away from Xander. Her heavy otter tail curled to the left, keeping itself out of the way as she stretched backwards along his torso and rested her weight on top of him. Her cute little slit came to rest right in front of Xander's face as she used the two larger girls' hips as a seat.
"Better get to lickin', darlin'," Callu said as Xander felt small, strong fingers wrap around his hardening meat and stroke him the rest of the way up. "We want this bad boy to slip right in, don't we? Mmm."
A pair of hot, nimble lips closed over Xander's dick, encircling his crown. Callu formed a seal and sucked, giving him all the good tingles as she worked just the head with her cheeks and tongue.
Xander moaned, his hips thrusting up unbidden, and lifted his mouth to the succulent slit hanging above his face. Extending his tongue, Xander lapped at Callu's delicate folds. Her puffy pussy lips blossomed outwards around the pressure exerted by his own lips and tongue as he delved in and flicked his tongue over the hard little nub of her clit.
Callu escalated, and Xander, to put it mildly, was impressed by what she made him feel. Her hot mouth seemed to dance up and down his thick length. Her tongue and lips spun, twisted, hopped, and teased every last inch of him. When she took him to the root, and her throat yielded to the head of his cock, her saliva practically poured down his shaft, dribbling over his sodden balls.
Just when Xander felt his orgasm coming on, Callu slowed down and ground her pussy more insistently against his face. Xander got the message and set to tonguing her clit with renewed fury. Callu shuddered on top of him and moaned around his cock. She swallowed him deep again, milking him with her throat as she writhed. Xander grabbed her butt to hold her down and keep her pussy in place as he drove her over the edge, and her throat suddenly squeezed twice as hard as before. Xander erupted with a muffled cry.
After a minute or so to recover, Callu lifted herself up and sat on Xander's chest. "Mmhm. I reckon that'll do for starters." She glanced back. "Ya'll can stop rowin' now."
Dawn and Tara were both flushed and breathing hard. They brought the oars in and Dawn giggled, squirming like she really wanted to be out of her overalls. Tara had a harder time catching her breath, or at least that's what Xander thought until he noticed the way she was trembling.
"Tara?" Dawn prompted. "You okay?"
Tara nodded jerkily and offered a strained smile. "I'm f-fine."
"Shush, ya'll," Callu murmured, nodding towards the water.
"R-right," Tara whispered.
Callu retrieved her fishing rod and scooted forward down Xander's body. When she reached his hips, she rose up and positioned herself over his still-upright shaft.
Slowly, she lowered herself, taking in the tip. Her aroused flesh, hot and slick, parted for him without resistance. Her tight walls pulsed and quivered, and it was clear from Callu's astounding muscular control that the teasingly slow pace was all for Xander's benefit, not her own. Inch by inch, her bobbing and swiveling hips sank down further, stoking him back to a throbbing hardness, until she finally came to rest on Xander's lap.
"Gods of fucking, I need to take notes," he heard Dawn whisper.
Completely hilted and seemingly unconcerned with the display of sexual skill she'd just put on, Callu settled down with her legs stretched out and cast her lure into the water.
For the next while, the only sound was the soft ripple of the lake and Tara's breathing. Callu looked totally at ease, comfortable and relaxed, as she sat there impaled on his cock but ignoring him completely.
Xander glanced up at Tara, who had her eyes squeezed shut. He shot a look of concern at Dawn, but Dawn didn't notice. Dawn was staring at the junction of Xander's hips and Callu's tight tanned butt, where the barest sliver of Xander's dick was visible between them.
He was really starting to like it when Dawn looked at him like that.
Xander made a tiny needy sound and his hips jerked up, compressing flesh to sink himself that little bit deeper inside Callu's pussy. Unfortunately, his movement also jostled Callu's arm.
"Now don't go movin' about, darlin'," Callu whispered over her shoulder. "Gotta stay quiet 'till after I catch a few good ones."
Xander groaned softly. Ever since he drank the Succubi's Delight, his urge to cum had become a lot more urgent than he was used to. And this motionless pseudo-sex was a brand of teasing that Anya had never had the patience to inflict on him.
Thankfully, it seemed Callu had other plans. Once she reeled in the first fish and dropped it in the ice chest, she cast the lure back out and something new happened.
Xander could feel a throbbing ripple and pulse build up around his aching cock, as Callu did something nigh-impossible with her internal muscles. Even as he lay there stock-still, he could feel a stroking, thrusting sensation, as if the walls of Callu's pussy were sliding up and down his dick. A phantom feeling of fucking.
It was extremely pleasant, not to mention a little hypnotic.
Xander reached for Callu's hips, grasping the firm, compact curves of her bottom half in his hands. He tried not to jostle her again, but his grip tightened in time with the phantom thrusts, until his body forgot it wasn't supposed to be moving.
Callu put him off with a quick swat, and Xander moaned as he forced his hips to relax. A glance up revealed that Dawn was watching raptly with one arm down inside her overalls. Tara still had her eyes closed, but now she looked almost serene.
"Hey, cutie," Callu whispered. "Why don'cha help me keep yer man quiet?"
Dawn startled slightly, looking confused for a moment. Then she grinned evily and tossed off a casual salute to the otter-girl. Xander watched as she slipped out of her overalls as quietly as she could. She was naked underneath.
With an eager wiggle, Dawn positioned herself over Xanders face and sat down. Her hot, tender girl-flesh covered his mouth completely, and her fresh, natural scent filled his nose.
With nothing else to do, Xander nuzzled in and breathed deep, looking up through the valley between her perky breasts to meet her eyes. The rhythmic pulsing of Callu's tight pussy seemed to deepen, throwing waves of tingly pleasure out across Xander's body. His dick felt like it was harder than it'd ever been, but somehow it was getting easier to remain passive.
A short while later, a sudden cry of effort jolted Xander out of his relaxed state as Callu leaped up, letting his dick fall out of her, to catch a particularly large fish.
Xander flinched. His cock felt strange and bizarrely uncomfortable, suddenly bared to the air. It glistened wetly, standing up like a flagpole and twitching in need.
Tara also seemed to flinch, jumping slightly as her eyes snapped open. A heartbeat later, Tara's eyes went even wider, and Xander wasn't sure with Dawn's thighs covering his ears, but he thought he heard her moan outright.
Callu looked her catch over and tucked it away in the ice chest. Oh right. Fish. That was a thing they were doing.
"Y'all okay back there?" Callu asked as she returned to her position on Xander's lap.
"Ooh yeah," Dawn agreed with a small giggle.
A shaking, red-faced Tara nodded as well.
"Mrph," Xander contributed.
Much to his relief, Callu had his cock nestled in her snatch without delay. Once more, she took him slowly, sinking him into her inch by delicious inch. Xander shuddered, moaning into Dawn's slippery cleft.
Instead of reclining, this time Callu straddled him and kept her feet under her, leaning forward on his thighs. She resumed the heavenly pulsing, the phantom fucking achieved with nothing but vaginal muscle control, but this time she added actual movement. Callu gyrated her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Each rotation felt like she was trying to squeeze his man-juice out of him all at once. Her movments weren't hurried, but there was nothing relaxed about this new pace she'd set.
And it was impossible to close his eyes and be lulled with Dawn actively grinding into his face.
While Xander made tongue-love to Dawn's delectable nethers, Callu swung and swiveled her tight, tanned ass all over his hips. The wet, pulsing friction of Callu's hot hole got more intense with every undulation, and in what felt like no time at all, Xander's vision began to haze over as his cock throbbed with electric tension and wracked his body with overwhelming need.
His body arched and his hips slammed up into Callu's butt with a wet smack. Xander's cock quaked and finally released jet after jet of hot cum into the deepest reaches of Callu's greedy hole. It went on, and on, and on, and Xander couldn't stop the helpless cry that was only muffled by Dawn's silky labia. His cock pumped out spurt after spurt into the impossible sucking vortex of slick friction wrapped around it.
"Notes. I'm gonna learn to do that or die trying," a distant part of him heard Dawn murmur in reverent tones.
After some amount of time that felt like forever and nowhere near long enough, Xander's enhanced balls were finally drained. With a panting gasp, he collapsed limply under the two girls astride him.
"Mmm, nice and gooey," Callu whispered. "You were definitely worth my time."
"Phnks?" Xander tried to say.
Dawn lifted off of him a little, allowing him to breath through his mouth. Xander gasped, and finally caught his breath.
Callu simply continued to gyrate at a steady cadence, stroking and stoking him, not letting him go soft. She glanced back over her shoulder and said, "Yeah. I wanna get another two or three of those outta you, before we're done."
Xander whimpered as his cock throbbed and started getting hard again.
Tara wanted something in her vagina more than she wanted life itself. She'd started the day already pent up, and the one small orgasm that had been startled out of her when Callu broke her trance hardly took the edge off. Sitting right there and watching while Dawn and a sexy stranger slow-fucked Xander to orgasm after orgasm had Tara so turned on that she would've taken a turn with any of them.
Including Xander.
The worst part was that she knew there wasn't any reason she couldn't yank her skirt up and finger-fuck herself raw right at that moment. Intellectually, she knew that if they even noticed, none of the occupants of this boat would mind in the slightest.
If they even noticed.
She was sitting close enough to touch any of them, and Tara felt like a voyeur. Like she'd been invited to an orgy, and had ended up waiting in the corner playing with herself in the deluded belief that she was involved while actually everyone else had forgotten she was even there.
Tara tore her gaze away from them and looked out over the water, hoping dearly for a distraction. That was why she was the first one who saw the shark.
Tara did a double-take. Shark?!
A triangular grey fin cut a wide arc through the water, circling the boat a few dozen yards out. A second fin emerged from the lake a little further out, circling in the other direction.
Wide-eyed, Tara stammered, "Sh-sh-sh... sh-sh..."
"Yeah. Shush," Callu whispered agreeably.
"N-no! SHARK!" Tara finally managed to shout, startling everyone and finally halting the three-way sex.
Callu snapped her head around, suddenly alert. "Aw, damnit. It's them."
"Them?" Dawn repeated in confusion.
Tara was also confused, but then one of the sharks breached the surface, coming almost completely out of the water, and Tara suddenly understood.
It wasn't a shark. It was a girl, sleek and slenderly muscular, with shimmery grey skin and silver-white hair. She had a fin on her back, fins on her arms, and a slim, flexible tail ending in a vertical fin whipping around behind her butt. She wasn't naked, but she might as well have been, wearing a skimpy black bikini which barely had any more fabric in it than the strings that held it on.
The shark-girl fell back into the water with a splash.
"Sorry y'all," Callu said quietly, smile fixed, voice strained. "These girls've got it in fer me. I suggest y'all act casual and grab the oars. Slowly."
Dawn moved off of Xander's face and reached for her oar while Tara picked up her own with shaking hands. Callu reeled in her lure and fiddled with the fishing pole without taking her eyes off the water.
"Nice'n easy now," Callu said. "Let's just row on outta here like nothin' is wrong."
"Should... I be doing, something?" Xander asked breathlessly, still in his position as Callu's seat and sex toy.
Before anyone could chime in on that, and before Tara even got her oar in place, the water rippled and something slammed into the bottom of the boat, hard. Tara yelped as her seat pitched sideways and up, throwing her onto the back panel where the motor would go it there'd been one. Dawn crashed into Tara's back, driving the breath out of her chest.
Laughter, behind, towards the front of the boat. A head popped out of the water right in front of Tara. The shark-girl's shimmery grey face was gorgeous in that cold, aloof way, even with the vibrant red eyes. She grinned, showing off a mouth full of pointy razors.
"Now, now, ah'm sure we can talk about this," came Callu's voice.
Tara picked herself up, she and Dawn bracing each other, and turned to see Callu on her feet, crouched. Xander was up, on his knees, and held Dawn's dropped oar like it was a really blunt spear while his penis stood out from his crotch like a much shorter spear, bobbing and glistening.
"Why would we talk?" asked the laughing voice, which Tara now saw belonged to a shark-girl with striped skin. "There's only one thing your slutty mouth's good for and it isn't talking. Why don't you come here and I'll show you?"
Callu scratched the back of her head. It looked like she was sweating more now than during all the sex with Xander combined. "Fun as that sounds, I kinda enjoy the breathin', so ah'll have'ta respectfully decline."
The striped shark-girl laughed again. "That's not what you said last time."
"Well, ah learned mah lesson, didn't I?" Callu retorted.
The striped shark-girl sneered. "Not well enough, then. Girls!"
Tara tensed and began drawing on her magic, but she was still caught off guard when something slammed into the bottom of the boat really hard. Hard enough to splinter wood and upend the whole thing.
Tara screamed as her world went dizzy. The cool waters of the lake slammed into her and she went under. She shook herself, blinking to clear her stinging eyes and try to see incoming threats, and also determine which way was up.
Dawn emerged from a plume of bubbles next to Tara. Dawn struggled, unable to kick properly with her overalls bunched up around her ankles. A heavy, solid body collided with Tara's behind. For a brief moment, Tara felt a hot, throbbing phallic shape press hard against her butt and a pair of hard knees prod her shoulder blades. Xander must have landed on her.
As they separated and struggled for the surface, Tara's eyes finally adjusted enough to see what was happening to Callu. Two of the normal shark-girls had an arm and a leg each, denying Callu any leverage, while the striped shark-girl... Tara blinked. The striped shark-girl had a full-size erect penis growing from the crotch of her otherwise feminine body.
Tara faltered as a lighting bolt of unexpected arousal sapped the strength from her legs. So she saw it when one of the shark-girls punched Callu, and the otter-girl's mouth opened in a silent cry of pain only to get immediately filled by the striped shark-girl's thick male member.
She felt like she was back, seeing those imps rape Dawn again. But that was then. This time, Tara didn't freeze up.
Tara focused her mind and her power, and incanted, "Might of the passionate heart! Unleash!"
The words carried through the water, made perfectly intelligible by magical force, and Callu glowed. Empowered by Tara's spell, Callu slammed one shark-girl into another, knocking all three off of her and sparing her throat further abuse by girldick.
"What the fuck are you idiots doing?" the striped shark-girl shouted through the water as she grappled with the otter-girl. "You missed one! Hurry up and deal with that uppity cunt!"
Missed one? Tara felt a jolt of panic. She twisted, looking around frantically for Xander and Dawn, but she didn't find them before another grey-skinned shark-girl rushed her.
Tara tried to find the sense of serenity she needed to cast her best defensive spell, but didn't manage it in time. The shark-girl slammed into her, driving what little air Tara had out of her lungs. Tara tried to push the shark-girl off but she was too fast, slipping around behind Tara and latching on where Tara couldn't shake her.
Some sort of spongy cord slipped over Tara's head, cinching around her neck before she realized what it was. It snapped taut, digging into her throat as some implacable force pulled her through the water.
The shark-girl let go and drifted in front of her. She gave Tara a mocking wave and swam in the other direction. Tara thrashed in helpless fear as darkness closed in around her. The weight dragged her down, down, and down until she couldn't see the surface and the pressure hurt almost as much as her burning lungs.
Finally, after an eternity, the weight hit bottom. With the slack in the cord from no longer being dragged, Tara clawed at it, trying to free herself. The cord was too tough to break, and her fingers slipped off the knots. Frantic, Tara tried to call her magic directly, but her focus wasn't up to the task of psychokinetically burning or cutting through the cord.
A vibrant glow of green and purple drew Tara's attention to a crevasse in the rocky lakebed. Her fading vision focused just long enough to see a curious blue-skinned feminine face halo'd and illuminated by writhing purple tentacles like a sea anemone. A burst of adrenaline gave Tara another few seconds of lucidity, and she got a clearer look at the anemone creature as it emerged and swam towards her.
Solid blue eyes studied Tara's predicament, out of a face that wasn't so much feminine as simply young. The anemone had a slender torso. Brilliant green feathery gills fluttered from her spine and along her chest, framing her modest breasts. Her hips curved out girlishly from her waist, but at the junction of her thighs the anemone had a rapidly swelling penis with little glowing feelers trailing back from its crown. Her hands and feet were webbed.
Tara scrabbled at the noose, but she knew she wasn't going to make it even if she got free and the anemone left her alone. Black spots were covering her vision already. There was no way she'd make it to the surface.
The anemone reached her and reached out to touch her face. Tara didn't bother resisting. Tara was pretty sure she was crying, but she wasn't exactly able to tell underwater.
The anemone kissed her. Tara's mouth opened in surprise, and the anemone breathed. Air! Oh goddess, air! The anemone's tentacle hair curled forward and wrapped around Tara's head, securing their lips to one another's, but Tara didn't care. She breathed in the air provided by the anemone and breathed out through her nose, streaming bubbles.
Tara closed her eyes and shuddered with pure relief.
Her eyes snapped open again in a hurry when she felt the stings. Like sparks of static electricity, along the back of her neck and directly into the puffy outer lips of her vulva. Tara squeaked in surprise, but then she felt the noose part and slip from her neck.
The anemone pulled her forward until they knelt upright, faces still lashed together by glowing purple tentacles. The stings to her pussy had Tara a little worried, but that didn't stop her from hugging the cute blue futa who'd saved Tara's life.
The anemone made a pleased sound and wiggled happily. Tara giggled, giddy and glad to be alive. It felt so good to rub up against the anemone's warm little body, too, even though Tara's shirt had survived the shark-girls. So good. Too good.
Tara stiffened as she began to really feel the other effect of the anemone's stings. She'd worried about poison, but it wasn't poison at all. It was some kind of healing aphrodisiac.
Ohhhh no, oh no. She'd already been so horny that her sexual orientation had become an afterthought. With the stings to her pussy she could already feel that she was going to cum even if nothing touched her at all, and something was touching her. Tara could feel the soft little feelers from the head of the anemone's penis manipulating her pliable outer lips. She was already at unbearable. Any more and she'd fall head-first into mind-breaking.
Tara tried to squirm away, somehow warn the anemone that she just couldn't handle any more arousal right now. To her slight surprise, the anemone cooperated and began to release her head, breaking the breath-giving kiss.
Tara squeaked in alarm and clung to the anemone. To her relief, the tentacles closed up again and the anemone brought breath to Tara's lips once more.
Okay. Okay. The... the anemone... she'd let it do whatever it wanted to her. Tara badly needed relief anyway, and drowning was about nine thousand times scarier than whatever unimaginable intensity of pleasure her vagina was about to unleash on her.
With a start, Tara realized she was already cumming. The jolt of fear had set her off and her whole body throbbed with rippling spasms of pleasure but it was focused in her pussy and her pussy was pulsing and clenching.
The anemone lowered herself a little, bringing Tara astride her. One blue finger trailed up Tara's trembling thigh and delivered one upward stroke to Tara's clit. And Tara screamed. Her vision whited out as a bomb of pleasure traveled along her nerves, amplified doubly by her previously low-key orgasm and the aphrodisiac spreading through her body.
Warm little hands came to rest on Tara's twitching hips and pressed her downward. She felt the delicate touch of those nimble little tendrils along her lower lips as they parted her, spreading her open for the anemone's hard blue cock. Insistent downward pressure on Tara's hips guided her convulsing pussy to the tip of the anemone's luminous erection.
In a stunning moment, the head, tendrils, and shaft pushed beyond the boundary of Tara's stretched folds, filling the pulsating void within Tara with impossible ecstasy.
Tara's mind evaporated and her body took over. Her hips slammed down only to buck back up and slam back down as hard as possible, painting the walls of her spasming pussy with searing swaths of orgasmic delight.
Whitney sat on her porch step, scythe across her knees, and worried.
Night had fallen and her three guests still hadn't returned. Whitney knew Callu was a touch eccentric, but she liked the laid-back otter-girl and she really hoped they were all okay.
Sparks lit her face in short bursts as she drew an enchanted whetstone across the edge of her scythe with precise, practiced movements.
Whitney was a little annoyed with herself for dwelling like this. She wasn't leaving her farm no matter what had happened, so it was no use getting herself down about it. They could have been fine, or maybe they weren't. Shit happened. Either way, Whitney had to take the days as they came.
A faint crunch, the sound of a footstep, and Whitney was on her feet. "Howdy! That you, Xander? Dawn? Tara?"
A figure melded out of the night, too big to be Tara or Dawn, and far too female to be Xander. An absurdly voluptuous figure with dark skin, wearing a chainmail bra and loincloth with a massive warhammer slung across her shoulders and cleavage deeper than the abyss. "Hello, Whitney! Sorry to show up so late. I was camped half a day north when I got overrun by imps."
"Galatea?" Whitney exclaimed, relaxing as she recognizing the other woman. "Oh, it's fine, it's fine, ah was waitin' up anyway. C'mon in. You can bed down over there."
"Thanks, Whitney!" Galatea said with a tired smile. Her massive breasts swayed and rippled as she moved even in the confines of her pointlessly armored top. "So, who're those people you said?"
"Them?" Whitney said. "A cute boy, a cute girl, and a shy girl. They're nice, ah suppose. Ah do believe they're from your world, too."
Galatea perked up. "Really? I hope I get to meet them."
Whitney's smile dimmed a bit. "Yeah. Me too. That'll be fun."
(Man, poor Tara, huh?)