Azalea pulls me under the water’s surface, her lips pressing against mine in a desperate kiss. I don’t pull away. Instead, I move my hand down her body and squeeze her breast, rolling her hardened nipple under my thumb. 

I can hear Az’s muffled moans as I move on to kissing her neck. With every kiss, my body screams for more while my lungs burn from the loss of precious air. I hold out a little longer, enjoying the pain with the pleasure I know Az is feeling under my careful kisses and kneading hands.

The night’s cool air caresses my skin, and I take a truly needed breath, but Azalea doesn’t break the surface with me. Instead, her hands trail down my body and slip my undershorts from me before her warm mouth wraps around my cock.

Azalea moves me through the water until I am sitting on a rock, the water still around my chest and her lips around my cock. The water ripples where her head is bobbing just below the surface. A shudder works its way down my spine, and I twist my fingers into her long blonde hair and pull her off. A pair of eyes and fin-like ears appear out of the water. She raises an eyebrow in silent question. 

“If you’re going to make me cum, I’m going to cum in that tight little slit of yours.”

Azalea lifts herself out of the water, her hands pressing on the rock on either side of me and her breasts pressing against my chest. “How do you want me, Cyan?”

My hand snaps out and grips the back of her neck to stop her from retreating. “You’re perfect just the way you are, Az,” I murmur, my lips inches from her own.

She shivers in my grip. “As are you, Cyan,” she whispers, her tongue darting out and caressing my lips. “Never forget it.”

I scoff. Everyone in my life has always told me I was a mistake, a problem, a blemish on our family’s image. Azalea is the only one to ever see me as a person, a life. 

“How long can you hold your breath?” she asks, pulling me off the rock and into the water. “Will you cum before you drown?”

Sucking a lungful of air in, I dip below the surface and swim to the bottom of the lake. The water churns around me as Azalea stalks and swims in circles. Show off. Her hands grip my shoulders and spin me so I face the surface far above me. The blood moon glistens on the ripples of the surface.