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I stifle a laugh at his reaction, and the fact he’s totally forgotten my question. “Krogoth the water, is it safe?” I repeat.

“The water?” He pauses before tearing his eyes from my boobs to meet my own. “Oh, yes, the water is safe. Will be cold though.”

I’m no stranger to cold water. The terrible memory of the venefex swiping me into the raging waterfall flashes in my mind with shocking clarity. The agony in my side, my vision spinning, the water roaring in my ears as I feel myself falling.

Falling.

Chapter 5

Roxanne

Loitering

“Are you well?” Krogothasks. He leaps up quickly to steady me, his face full of concern.

“Yes... I was just thinking about something,” I say as I shake my head, already feeling more like myself, despite the vivid, terrifying flashback nearly overwhelming me.

Krogoth studies me for a moment before continuing. “Think less hard,” he laughs, slapping me on the ass, causing me to yelp out in surprise. “Now go enjoy your swim. I will relish the view,” he commands.

I’ll get him back for that one!I rub the sting from the slap as I walk over to the pool of water, the sound of Krogoth quietly chuckling following me.He’s probably left a massive handprint on my ass, the cheeky...

As I stand before the pool, I squint, staring into the watery depths, trying to make out if there are any horrible beasties in there.You can never be sure here.The pool appears perfectly still except for the ripples from the small waterfall.

Cautiously, I dip a toe in testing the temperature.Oh, it’s so cold!There’re only two ways to handle this now: slow with long minor shock, or fast with short major shock. With a deep breath to steady my nerves, I jump into the chilly pool. As the water envelopes me, passing my chest, my breath leaves me.

The sharp and sudden shock of the cold causes my body to tense as I paddle my arms to stay afloat. The biting coldness covers me like a hundred needles pricking my skin. With some effort, I try to control my breathing, with little success. Soon the initial shock subsides, and my breathing gradually returns to normal. My body grows used to the cold, now feeling numb, but also with it a sense of exhilaration.

“Very good!” Krogoth claps his hands with a big smile on his face. I lazily swim around the pool, enjoying the sensation of floating, looking up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. Away from the edges, the pool is surprisingly deep. Even when I straighten, my feet do not touch the bottom. The sound of the waterfall nearby tempts me to swim over and place my head underneath. Standing under the falling stream, I enjoy the sensation of the cascading water enveloping me as it patters against my skin and flattens my hair.

“Your turn!” I call out to Krogoth.

“Why not?” He says, before he un-links the massive chain that fastens the fierce clawed fur cloak he often wears. With a flourish, he whips it off in a twisting motion.

Next, he unfastens the straps and links on his chest plate, surprisingly quickly. The heavy arcweave breastplate thuds to the ground, embedding itself into the soil. He repeats theprocess for the rest of his armor until he stands wearing only his tight leather trousers and shirt.

“Keep going!” I shout, smiling.Now we’re talking.

His eyes darken and he smiles as he lifts his brown shirt over his head, causing a gasp to escape my lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how incredibly impressive he looks. His heavily muscled body and his red-rust skin highlights every contour and groove with the light of the campfire and the purple moonlight reflecting off it. His broad shoulders coalesce towards his lean waist, creating that inverted triangle shape that makes me swoon with desire. Every inch of him is a sculpted masterpiece. It’s like he’s carved from granite to form the perfect image of masculinity by a divine entity. The only blemish he carries is the massive three claw marks running down his chest, but somehow, even that only adds to this appeal. He bends down to remove his trousers, his long glossy raven hair tossed over his shoulders.He’s just perfect.

I cheer eagerly when he removes his trousers, enjoying the enormous bulge against his underwear. The poor leather material is having an awful time containing his massive cock. It resembles a caged python that yearns for freedom.

“Don’t stop now. You tease!” I call out laughing.

Krogoth raises an eyebrow. “More?” he asks incredulously.

“Korgy! Korgy!” I chant and clap repeatedly, encouraging him to continue.

Krogoth laughs, then in one swift motion, he whips off his final attire. He stands almost proudly, as well he should with that monstrous cock dangling weightily. The shape is similar yet alien, with strange ridges and contours. The large tip is edged with bumpy bits.How the hell am I going to fit him inside me?I bite my lip at the extremely exciting thought, barely able to wait any longer.

Finally, I’m able to tear my eyes from his impressive member and physique. He chuckles, noticing my distraction, seemingly pleased with my reaction. He stalks towards the water, each step executed with confidence. My pulse rises as he draws near.Why is my mouth dry?He stops a moment, examining the water before he dives in smoothly with barely any splash.

For a moment, only the sound of the waterfall massaging my head can be heard. Until Krogoth explodes out of the water beside me, the shock of it nearly taking my breath away. He wraps me up in his massive arms and rubs his nose against my own. I giggle at the silly cuteness of the Klendathian style of ‘kissing.’

Something hard and firm suddenly bushes up against my leg. “Help! There’s a Tidalith in the water,” I jest, offering him a coy expression that he likes.

Krogoth stares, his purple eyes pierce with intensity. “If only there was a huntress who could tame the beast,” he says slowly.

Before I can think of a reply, his soft, full lips envelope my own. Gently, we caress each other as I feel the heat of his breath on me, the closeness of him arousing me.I want more! I open my mouth, hoping and craving for him to invade me in any way. He responds instantly and hungrily as his tongue enters my mouth, fondling and exploring. Together, our tongues become entwined in a dance, darting back and forth, a mirror of each other’s desire.

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