Book Eight: Chapter 13

“A lesser nymph would drown you for that.” Naia giggled and mounted his still rigid cock. “It’s a good thing I find you funny.”

She rode him softly, now taking her time. In lieu of words, they exchanged kisses and soft touches. There was no sense of urgency or uncontrolled passion. Just gentle, slow lovemaking.

When Mike came again, so did Naia. His magic was hungry, and attempted to start a feedback loop, but he made it play nice. Otherwise, the two of them would be in the bathtub all night.

The two of them just snuggled for a bit, and then Naia washed his hair for him. When she was done, she proclaimed him done and then helped him stand. Mike stepped out of the bath and didn’t bother grabbing a towel. Naia had sucked all the water off of him on his way out.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” She winked, then melted into the water. The tub drained in seconds, the majority of the water being pulled back down into Naia’s spring. Mike chuckled to himself, then put