Book Eight: Chapter 12

“What would you even call this?” he asked. Naia giggled and shrugged. It didn’t have to have a name, really. It was pretty hot. He had zero control over his lower half, but the nymph’s tongue was doing all the work. His magic danced inside him, excited by the new experience. The strange pressure of her mouth had him feeling harder than ever, and he didn’t bother holding back when his magic demanded release. When he came inside of Naia’s mouth, he felt that pressure shift dramatically as she licked him clean and swallowed, the back of her throat briefly closing around his feet.

Her lips parted, allowing him to slide free. She giggled and started to sink beneath the water.

“Hey!” Breaking the cardinal rule of bathtub safety, Mike stood up in the tub. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Haven’t had enough of me?” She giggled again.

“You can’t just become a giant head, suck me off, and then run.” He placed his forehead against Naia’s nose.

“What do you sugg