Beauty of the Wood

"Shouldn't we get dressed?"

"Why? Who's going to see us?"

"Your dad. My dad," he reminded her.

"Dad brought out his latest concoction this time. He's started distilling whisky. He figured your dad might like a drink, so he took the jug over for them to test it. They'll probably test it until they both pass out whether it's any good or not. Now, come on, or I'll leave you behind."

"Okay," he agreed, and pushed the canoe off the bank before pulling it sideways so he could board.

The channel was easy to navigate, even in the dim light. A much brighter ribbon ran down its center, easily marking the path. Once around the island and in open water, the scenery blended together a great deal more. Dara had been coming here all her life, and knew the area like the back of her hand, though. She knew exactly where she was every moment as they paddled out into the lake, in the general direction of her camp.

"You can really see the stars out here," Chase remarked.

"Mmm hmm." Sitting behind him, looking at his muscles play as he paddled, Dara shivered. He looked absolutely stunning bathed in the moonlight. She licked her lips, and surrendered her last little bit of resistance.

"You sure you know where you're going?" he asked as he could feel the increase in the strength of her paddle strokes.

"Of course. Just keep paddling."

Dara pointed the nose of the canoe at where she wanted to go, keeping a steady pace that Chase matched. Once near the far shore, he looked around and said, "Isn't your camp over that way a bit?"

"Yes, but that's not where we're going."

"Where, then?"

"You'll see."

She could see Chase's confusion as they drew up to the finger of the lake that led inland. He had naturally never seen it before, since her mother's magic masked it from anyone but family. He looked this way and that, either drinking in the scenery or trying to get his bearings as she guided the canoe back to the circular pool at the terminus of the canal.

"I know I've never seen this before. We can't be that far from your camp."

"It's our little secret," she offered by way of explanation, and then turned the canoe so it would drift up sidelong to the shore.

Chase steadied himself and then gave a little hop to make it up the steep, foot-high bank that surrounded the pool. He pulled the canoe closer, found a rock to tie the rope on, and then helped Dara jump up on shore as well.

Grass, moss, and small foliage formed a comfortable bed underfoot as they walked a few steps from the water. Then, Dara pulled him close, kissed him, and sank down to that bed. He knelt down next to her, and she gazed upon him with half-lidded eyes, her near arm lifted in invitation. He lay down next to her, and their lips met.

They kissed softly beneath the stars, her aching nipples brushing against his chest to be tickled by the triangle of hair there. She waited a minute or two to see what he would do, and when he didn't push further, she took the initiative.

Her next kiss was strong — full of desire. She rolled on her hip, curling a leg around his and pulling him even closer. He groaned into the kiss, matching her passion and reaching up to stroke her hair. She gasped when his lips suddenly darted from hers to kiss her neck, the arm and leg she had draped over him tightening their grip.

Tongues wrangling, their hands stroked over each other's skin as the kisses grew more hungry by the second, punctuated every so often by his kisses to her sensitive neck that caused her to gasp each and every time. A whimper escaped her when she felt his now erect manhood tap against her skin.

"I want you," she said in a breathless whisper between kisses. "Please," she added as she tugged to encourage him to move over her.

He rolled, their bodies moving in perfect sync until he was suspended over her on his knees between her legs — parted just wide enough to accommodate him. He rocked forward on his hands and she parted her lips, only to let out a high-pitched moan when his lips found her left nipple instead.

"Oh yes." The words tumbled from her lips unbidden as he suckled the stiff bud, lowering his hips until his cock rested against her wet heat. She rocked her hips in a slow, sinuous motion, caressing him with her folds and setting off electric pulses of pleasure as she felt a slippery layer of her wetness form between them.

He switched nipples, his touch gentle and mingled with caresses of his tongue. Feeling as if she were on fire, she let her knees drift further apart and planted her feet. Lifting her hips up and back, she felt the bulbous head of his cock press against her folds.

"Please, Chase. Please," she begged.

He barely moved, but it was enough. His cock pressed against her nether lips, angling downward and slipping deep into her canal with agonizing slowness.

"Oh god," she whimpered as he filled her for the first time in so long — and more. A long groan escaped him as his manhood pushed ever deeper, until she felt the hairs at its base tickling her.

She could feel every inch of him tightly squeezed within her satiny embrace. The thick vein running along its length pulsed with his heartbeat inside her. Their lips met, and she closed both arms and legs around him, holding him tight against her with his wonderful cock nestled in her depths.

For long, beautiful minutes, they simply kissed — joined as one. Then he pumped his hips, and though it was surely less than an inch of motion, it was enough to set off a warbling cry of bliss that tumbled from her lips.

Slowly, he pushed against her, stirring his manhood in her depths. His girth tugged at her folds, and the now slippery organ brushed the bottom of her hood, teasing the bud beneath. She began to moan with each subdued thrust, the first sparks of a warm glow building beneath her mound.

Their breathing quickened, sweat beginning to bead on their skin in the humid night air. His pumping hips increased in speed, but with the same short strokes, as if he didn't want to lose contact with her skin. The minutes ticked by as they coupled on their natural bed beneath a dim crescent of a moon. Their quiet sounds of pleasure mingled with the lapping of the water, and the wind blowing through the leaves above.

The warm pressure within Dara tightened, and sharp moans began to burst from her lips with every thrust. She drew nearer and nearer to a climax, until she at last teetered on the brink.

"Oh. Oh, Chase."

"Dara," he groaned, his throat tight.

"I... I... Oh!" She twitched and released a moan broken by pants as her orgasm took hold, spreading all through her in sweet ripples.

Chase suddenly froze in place as her intimate muscles squeezed tighter around him. He groaned, and she felt him swelling — throbbing.

"Oh, yes," she cried as he pumped his seed into her depths. She swore she could feel it pooling inside her, joining the warm glow of her continuing orgasm. His hot breath washed over her breasts, the sweat glistening there cooling, and adding to her pleasure. They remained joined — trembling — until at last they were both spent.

"Oh, thank you," she whispered once she could find her breath again.

"Ah, Dara. So..."

"So wonderful," they both said at the same time, and then chuckled.

She let her legs slide down from where they had rested on his taut butt, and then sink to the ground. He pulled free, and she whimpered in protest, but made no effort to stop him. Instead, she used her hands that were still caressing his back to pull him down into a kiss. Only then did she allow him the reprieve to roll over and lay down wearily at her side. She immediately rolled over to rest her head on his chest.

"Did you?" he asked after a few seconds.

She couldn't help but giggle. "Yes, silly."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"You couldn't tell?"

"I thought so, but then I..." He stiffened.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to get pregnant." She knew it was the answer to his unspoken thoughts when he relaxed. He didn't know — yet — that she couldn't get pregnant except on Earth Day. It was another quirk of her mother's heritage.

Turning to look up at him, she asked, "Are you going to get scared and run away if I tell you that I think I'm falling in love with you?"

"I already know I'm in love with you," he responded, and stroked her cheek with his hand.

"Good answer," she said as she snuggled in a little closer.

Relaxed in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they held each other and reveled in the closeness they'd both needed more than they admitted. Dara lost a minute or two here and there, and suspected that Chase had dozed a little as well. She found herself tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles, and saw something in her peripheral vision.

When she looked again, she saw his manhood twitch, the soft organ rolling a little against his thigh. She let her fingers drift a little lower, beneath his belly button, and it twitched again — stronger this time. His hand, which had been resting on her back, slipped down to her bottom.

As his cock lengthened and stretched, she tilted her head back and saw him smiling down at her. She pressed her fingers over the helmet of his cock, and felt it throb.

He sucked in a deep breath when she licked her lips, then groaned and let his head fall heavily into the grass when she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. Wetness gathering once more between her legs, she lapped his hardening cock with a broad stroke of her tongue.

By the second lap, it was rising up from his body, and she took him between her lips. The tangy, bittersweet taste of her own juices on him only excited her all the more. His fingers slipped between her legs, and she moaned around him as the digits found her folds. That touch and his fully erect cock stretching her lips caused the banked coals of her passion to roar into flame again.

Needing far more than the tease of his fingers, she pulled back to the tip and let it pop from her lips. She gave the swollen head a peck of her lips, causing it to twitch, and then lifted her knee, rolling over to straddle his body.

His fingers curled around her knees as she closed her eyes and ground her sex against his hardness. His eyes were fixed on her face when her eyes popped open, though they did blink down to her jiggling breasts when she gave a more pronounced rock of her hips.

The ache deep within her cried out for relief, and she leaned forward to balance on her right hand. Her left passed between their bodies, fingers curling behind his stiff cock to stand it upright. A few wiggles poised it at the entrance of her canal, and she sank down on it.

"Yeah, you feel so good," Chase said as she groaned from the feeling of him stretching her again.

"Oh, so do you."

Sitting up over him, she swiveled her hips, stirring him in her depths and drawing forth a moan from them both. She planted a hand firmly on her knee, and then let the other glide down her body in a sensual caress to her clit. Two fingers slid onto either side of her hood, and she pinched them together, wiggling the digits as she switched to a forward and back motion with her hips.

"You're so sexy," he said as she rode him. "So beautiful."

"Oh, you're so hard. It feels so good."

"Come for me, Dara."

His words sent chills up and down her spine. Even as she shivered, her hips and fingers both moved faster, giving in to the bonfire of need that had enveloped her.

Wet, squishy sounds emerged as her hips moved faster and in a wider range. Forward and back. Back and forth. All the while, Chase encouraged her with his grunts and the intensity of his gaze on her undulating body.

She saw him wince after one especially hard rock of her hips that pulled against the root of his cock. She slowed and asked, "Am I... Am I hurting you?"

"No. Keep going. I want to see you."

He hadn't even finished before she took his words to heart. The two fingers over her clit flashed, sliding the nub against its protective hood with hot friction. The warm knot of pressure in her loins swelled and swelled, until she felt as if she were going to burst. A series of whimpers, moans, squeals, and gasps tumbled from her lips unbidden as the ecstasy and her pace built to a fever pitch.

It hit her with the force of a thunderclap. Colored sparks danced behind her tightly closed eyelids as she lurched and her chin tapped against her chest. She squealed as powerful waves of orgasm wracked her body, causing every muscle to stiffen, and her womb to flutter. She froze — trembling — atop his powerfully throbbing cock, then sucked in a deep breath that caught in her chest when a squeeze of his muscles caused the organ to twitch inside her. She went numb, deaf, and blind for a heartbeat, then a fresh cascade of orgasmic energy caused her to cry out and shudder uncontrollably.

It went on and on until she went limp, supported by Chase's hands that suddenly appeared on her shoulders, lowering her down until she was resting against his sweat-dampened skin. Still trembling and twitching from aftershocks, she fought hard for breath even as she tingled from the feeling of him caressing her back.

"You okay?"

"I think so. I f-felt like I was going to fly apart." She cried out when he twitched inside her.

"Sorry."

"Mmm. No, it's okay. Oh, my god."

"I loved it."

"You didn't come."

"Don't care," he said, and then chuckled.

She let out a sad moan. "But I do. I can't move, though."

"Then don't."

But eventually, she had to. Her knees and back began to ache, leaving her little choice. She nearly swooned when she scooted forward to let his cock pop free and slap against his skin. It was all she could do to roll onto her side next to him.

He laid looking at her and smiling, even though he was still hard. It had ceased to bounce, though, indicating that the flow of blood might be leaving it. Feeling guilty, no matter what he said, she reached out and laid her hand atop it.

"You don't have to."

"I want to," she said as she curled her fingers around it.

He groaned as her hand slid up and down the shaft — still slippery with her juices. A little of her strength returned as his cock throbbed in her grasp, the head swelling and his hips beginning to buck upwards. Her hand pumped faster, and she could see his features tightening. She knew he was getting close.

He grunted when she released him, but she was already rolling onto her back by the time his eyes opened.

"Chase, I want it," she said as she parted her legs wide.

With a grunt, he sat up and rolled over. A dribble of pre-cum dangled from him as he moved between her legs and took his cock in hand. She whimpered as he penetrated her and it set off a stinging moment of pain, but it was followed by a deeply aroused moan as he started stroking, and she saw the pleasure in his face.

"Ah god," he growled after only two pumps of his hips.

"Oh yes. Do it."

A few strokes later, he clenched his teeth and growled again. Once, twice, and then a third time, his body collided with hers, the claps echoing back from the trees. Then, he erupted with an explosive cry.

"Oh yes, Chase. Oh yes," she cried out as jets of semen pulsed from him and his hips twitched erratically, beyond his control.

His grunts and pants ended with an almost girlish whimper as he dribbled the last few drops into her tight embrace. She giggled as he fell forward on his hands above her, mouth hanging open as he tried to draw air into his lungs.

This time, after a weary dip in the waters of the pool to wash, they were both well and truly spent. Only meaning to relax for a minute or two before walking up to camp, they fell asleep in each other's arms beneath the open sky.

****

Dara was more than a little embarrassed when she found clothes for her and Chase waiting a short distance up the trail the next morning. She'd thought to sneak into camp for something, but her father had already taken care of it.

Somehow, she pushed back her own desire when Chase awakened ready to pick up where they'd left off the night before. It was only with a promise that they would be picking up where they left off, though — and soon.

They paddled the canoe out of the pool and around to camp, where her father was doing his best not to grin as he served up breakfast. The plan was already in place to spend Nude Day at Chase's camp, so they were just about to head back when Ronald called from down on the lake.

"Come on up, Ron. The kids are here," her father answered his old friend.

"Hey, Dad," Chase said, though he sounded a little nervous.

"Glad you're here. I wanted to let you know that I'm going to go ahead and head back in. I've got some thinking to do. Will you come see me when you come in off the lake?"

"Sure. I might stay in town a couple of days before I head back to pack up, anyway. Still have to find a place here."

Ronald cleared his throat. "Well, you know your room is there if you want it."

"Thanks."

Though he faltered a little at first, Ron stepped forward and opened his arms. Chase didn't hesitate at all to embrace his father. Stifling a sniffle, Ron said, "Well, I'll see you soon, then."

"Sure thing, Dad."

"You all keep your eyes open and a camera handy. You're out here more than anybody else, so you're more likely than anyone to see whatever that is I got a picture of. I think I may head back out here... Maybe next month."

"Maybe next week," Paul said, wearing a wide, knowing grin.

"I wish, but no. Well, I'm going to get going. This hangover is only going to get worse the higher the sun gets."

"You're getting soft," Dara's father teased.

"That's what I was telling you when you passed out last night," Ron countered, and then smiled before nodding and heading back down the trail.

"He looks really good," Chase remarked after a minute or two. "The life just kind of went out of him after Mom died. It's good to see him excited again. Too bad you can't thank a fish."

When her father chuckled, Dara cast him a warning glance, but he only laughed louder.

"It wasn't that funny," Chase said.

"Why don't we take a walk, you two? There's a couple things we should probably get out in the open air."

Gripped by nervous fear, Dara said, "Dad, are you sure..."

"She says now's the time, and I know better than to argue."

Chase turned to look at her and asked, "She?"

"Just come along, you two," Paul interjected.

Dara's stomach was doing flip-flops, and Chase took her hand. "Are you okay?"

The look of concern in his eyes gave her the strength she needed. "Yes. Let's go."

"Where are we going, anyway?" he asked as they started walking behind her father.

"To the pool."

Chase blushed, and that caused her to crack a smile.

The three emerged from the trail and walked up to the water. Paul turned around and said, "Chase, there's someone we'd like you to meet."

He looked around, obviously confused, then she burst up from the water in a cascade of droplets, flipping her tail, and let out a silvery laugh.

"That's my mom," Dara said when she saw not fear, but wonder in his open-mouthed stare.

"Your mom?" He let out a little laugh. "Whoa. Hey, is she... She is what Dad saw, isn't she?"

"He needed to remember good things," La'isa answered.

"Mmm hmm," Dara agreed, then she turned to her mother. "This was all you, wasn't it? Everything?"

Her father said, "She told me the first moment you two laid eyes on each other all those years ago that you were meant for each other, but that you weren't ready."

"Now you are," the naiad confirmed. She swam over to the bank, legs replacing her tail, and climbed up.

Chase fought to keep from staring at the blue-skinned, very nude woman in front of him as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. She then kissed her daughter's cheek as well before walking over to her mate and snuggling up against him. "Your friends are waiting. Go play. You can come back later."