Epilogue
Nahuél
One year later…
I am hunched over my laptop, squinting at the screen, trying to decipher the text for my first-ever assignment that is due to be turned in by tomorrow.
I have been staring at the words “attach the file for your fieldwork observation journal below” for the last half hour with increasing frustration.
The overwhelming urge to toss the device into the lake is rising in my chest.
With a sigh, I realize I must call Lena over once more for her assistance. Thank goodness she shows infinite patience with me.
“Lena, these words make no sense!” I call from the front door of the cabin.
Splashing sounds meet my ear, and soon the top of her head appears at the end of the dock. We’re staying at the lake for a little rest and relaxation, and also for me to connect with the water here. It has been a long time since I spent any time here, and I’ve missed it.
She emerges fully, dressed in a tiny, hot pink bikini that barely covers anything. I feel my cock twitch in my shorts.
Padding over to me, she wraps a thick towel around herself and peers at the screen. “What is confusing?”
“This- what does this mean? How can I attach my field journal notes to a computer? It is nonsensical.” My field notebook is in my hand, pages fluttering in the wind.
She eyes my notebook, clarity washing over her expression. “Ah, okay. So, I know you love your paper, but they wanted your journal to be typed into the computer.”
I frown at this. It had taken me an inordinate amount of time to understand and adapt to the idea of writing on something other than a clay tablet, and that it could be done on paper, and then digital paper. Heaving a sigh, I nod.
“Right, digital paper. Okay, so what does this mean, ‘attach file’?”
“You’ll put a copy of the digital paper into this system, using this little paperclip icon right here.” She points to it with her finger. My brain clicks to when I watched videos on this, the proverbial lightbulb flashes in my brain.
“Right! I remember this. Thank you, Lena. I would be lost without you.” My hand wanders over her generous ass, appreciating the way it fills my hand.
“You are welcome, but you need to do that later and come get in the water with me. Everyone is gone and we have the whole lake to ourselves.” Her eyebrows wiggle at me suggestively.
Snapping the laptop closed, I toss both it and my journal onto the couch and let Lena tug me to the ladder at the end of the dock that leads into the water.
Lowering myself in my blood pressure drops, stress slips away from my shoulders.
Enrolling in school for hydrogeology might have been one of the hardest things I had ever done, as I had to catch up on the modern world and learn about my own world from humans.
There was no easy way to argue with a professor who was blatantly wrong, but I had to bite my tongue, knowing that humans were imparting the knowledge they could gather and that there was no way for them to know more.
A splash hits me full in the face, sending Lena into peals of laughter.
I swim toward her, pulling her to me so that her back is pushed against my chest, easily treading water for both of us.
“Oh, you think you are so humorous, do you?” I nuzzle my mouth to her neck, relishing in the tiny sighs escaping her.
“Mmm, yes, indeed. Quite humorous.” She murmurs.
The water is softly glowing around us, happy to see us together once more.
“I should invite my friend Elise here, she needs to get out of her apartment for some nature.” Lena muses.
“Oh?” Half-listening, my tongue maps a trail from the top of her ear to her neck, where I suckle just below the hairline in the sensitive spot I found. My hand snakes to the front of her bikini, slipping underneath the thin fabric to cup her pussy.
“She hates the water.” Her voice sounds strained, her hips moving automatically against my hand.
I chuckle at this, tracing my fingers over her slick lips, barely grazing her clit, which is swelling.
“This is a lake. In a town with big, bad monsters and forgotten gods.” Her breath hitches as I slip a finger inside her.
Dusk has fallen, and I feel myself shifting to my true god form, fingers magically swelling within her, drawing out a moan that echoes across the surface of the water.
“She’ll learn to love it,” she says, as she opens her legs wider for me.
“As I love you,” I whisper in her ear.
She turns her head to me for a kiss, arching her back into my fingers. “I love you, Nahuél.”
I rip away the bikini bottoms, flinging them onto the dock as I angle my cockhead. “Say it again, Lena.”
“I love you! Take me, Nahuél, take me please.” She begs.
I notch my bulbous head at the very edge of her slickness, tracing around and around, eliciting scandalous moans from her, before nudging her open with an agonizing pace that makes her whimper and plead with me.
We stay like this in the water, me barely moving at all, and her struggling against me as I tease her nipples and clit, bringing her to the edge again and again.
This is a game we learned to play with one another, and I cannot get enough of the way it turns her into a live wire ready to burst into flame.
Her hand drifts to my sac that is floating between her legs, massaging them with expert care, and I know it's time for us to come together. If it weren’t for the lake, we would both be sweating, panting messes.
“Ready?” I murmur into the shell of her ear.
“Yes, my god, please.” She begs. And I know I’m the god she’s begging as my left hand clamps onto her hip and my right grasps her right shoulder, pinning her to me as we rut in the water, easily coming together in bliss that comes in waves, crashing over and over until we’re both spent.
“Was that to your satisfaction, my love?” My arm is looped through a rung on our ladder so we can float together, still attached by my cock, her hot pussy keeping us warm.
“Mmm, yes. Let’s just float here awhile.”
“Your wish is my command.”
~ The End ~