Sabrina lowered her hands to her waist and, concentrating, using her abilities to manipulate water, drew the ambient water that floated around the room in tiny droplets down around her hips.
“What are you doing?” Skipper glanced down, a look of confusion on her face.
“I’m forming a cock…just like Mira did.”
The water shaped around Sabrina’s waist and adhered itself to her hips and groin. Slowly it took the shape of a penis, but instead of an inanimate, hard appendage, the water moved naturally—Sabrina’s magical cock was alive.
“What are you going to do with that?” Skipper asked, her eyes wide.
“I’m going to fuck you with it.”
Skipper looked shocked and stared at the thing as Sabrina hefted it with one hand.
“I asked you before: Do you trust me?”
Skipper nodded slowly. “I do.”
“Then, I want you to get on all fours.”
Skipper paused for a second; her guise as sexual aggressor had waned to the point that she now appeared shy. When she finally turned and crawled across the bed, Sabrina wondered just how sexually experienced the girl was and if maybe she wasn’t experienced much at all.
When Skipper leaned on her elbows, Sabrina told her to prop her ass up. Is this how good I look bent over? Sabrina ran her hand across Skipper’s ass. No wonder so many guys want me like this. I want me like this.
Sabrina aimed the water cock at Skipper’s pussy, but only pressed against it slightly. She watched as the tip sizzled, and white vapors of evaporation rose.
“You’re burning up.”
“It happens when I’m this turned on. My fire burns so strong…”
“I understand,” Sabrina said as she rubbed the water-formed cock against Skipper. “This place…the Fleece… There are days I wonder if I could part the sea.”
Skipper looked over her shoulder at Sabrina. “You should try.”
“I want to part your legs first.”
Sabrina plunged her water cock into Skipper as deeply as she could. Skipper cried out as her entire body shuddered. Sabrina smiled; she knew that sensation and the pleasure that came with it, but this was different. Sabrina could feel it—all of it.
There was one thing she had not told her impersonator: Sabrina had connected the ambient water to the water within her own body. She was linked to the cock like it was her own.
“Shit! Sabrina, that feels good inside me.”
“Yes, it does,” Sabrina whispered back as she felt tiny jolts, like static shocks, course through the water and straight into her own hips.
Sabrina had begun to piston slowly into Skipper, her eyes fixed on her new appendage as it vanished into her double and then reappeared. Sabrina watched Skipper’s ass vibrate with each slap of her skin against it. Skipper’s body burned up, and Sabrina just wanted to fold herself down on top of her, but she did not. With each slip of “her” penis into Skipper, the thing evaporated some and she needed to keep adding ambient water to it, to keep its size and girth.
When Skipper asked, “Can you make it bigger?” Sabrina heard the echo of herself asking Weston the same.
“Are you sure you can take it?”
Skipper nodded, her blond hair dancing across her back. “Yes.”
Sabrina complied. She could feel herself fill Skipper. The girl was tight.
“Fuck. Damn it,” Skipper growled, her voice more dominant now. She had dropped her Sabrina impersonation. “Fuck me harder.”
Sabrina adjusted her hold on Skipper’s hips and began to slam into her more ferociously.
“Like that,” Skipper moaned. “Just like that.”
Sabrina removed her hands from Skipper’s hips and grabbed ahold of the girl’s wings at their base, right where she liked hers held during sex.
The sound Skipper made was deep and guttural—born of pure pleasure.
“Oh god,” she said as she buried her face in the sheets.
Sabrina could feel Skipper orgasm, and it only made her more excited. Pulling on her mimic’s wings, Sabrina forced Skipper up and off the sheets. Now held up by Sabrina, Skipper’s head titled up as she released a pleasure-filled groan. Sabrina seized both of Skipper’s wings in one hand and reached around to her bouncing breasts, taking hold of one in a tight squeeze.
Skipper turned her head and looked at Sabrina. In that second, Sabrina saw herself and was lost in the moment.
Am I fucking her, or is she fucking me? Am I fucking myself? Her lips, like mine, quivering with pleasure. Her breasts, like mine, full, her nipples hard and sensitive. Her chest…red. She’s ready to come… I’m ready to come.
Sabrina knew that she could not keep this up much longer. Her powers and her body were both weakening. The heat from Skipper’s wings had lulled her into a comfort she could not deny. Sabrina released her grip on them as her eyes fluttered. She sat back on her heels, feeling as if she might pass out.
“You okay?” Skipper asked as Sabrina’s control of the water in the room loosened, and her water cock suddenly shrunk.
“Yeah.” Sabrina shook her head. “The heat…the…everything…”
Skipper turned around and remounted Sabrina. Now face-to-face, she planted a kiss on Sabrina’s lips, then she breathed words over them.
“The bed is soaked.”
Sabrina laughed. “Necessary side-effect.”
“I’m soaked.”
“Me too.”
“Make me come again. Fuck me so hard that I’m ruined for any other cock than yours.” Skipper smiled and then placed another kiss on Sabrina’s lips. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.”
Skipper rocked on Sabrina’s lap. “Then fuck me, Sabrina London. Fuck me good.”
Sabrina never backed down from a challenge, especially a sexual one. After she engaged her wings, Sabrina lifted them both off the soaking wet bed. Skipper engaged her wings next, and they hovered several feet above the bed, as Sabrina drew more water into her spell and swelled herself inside Skipper again.
“Yes…”
Sabrina watched Skipper’s face. It’s like I’m looking in a mirror while being fucked. How does she do it so well? How does she become me so perfectly?
“You like what you see?” she asked, cupping her breasts.
Sabrina answered. “I-I do.”
“Is fucking me…” Skipper smirked. “Is fucking you everything you hoped it would be?”
“Yes.”
Skipper smiled slyly. Sabrina did not like her twin having the upper hand, so she increased her size again and started thrusting hard, deeper.
That’s right, Sabrina thought as she watched Skipper close her eyes tight, a grimace forming on her face, take it.
As Sabrina continued to fill her, Skipper’s wings grew and wrapped around her. The warmth and the way they caressed her, and her wings, made Sabrina release.
With Sabrina’s orgasm came a final deep thrust inside Skipper, her water cock swollen to its largest a moment before it burst like a water balloon.
“Fuck!” Skipper screamed.
Together, the two women fell to the bed in a tight embrace; their wings retracted. Skipper placed her head on Sabrina’s chest.
“Thank you, Sabrina.”
“No.” Sabrina paused before she made her decision. “Thank you, Amber.”
Making Moves
Her mind was blown.
She called me Amber. She fucked me and called me Amber. She fucked me good and called me Amber.
“It’s funny. That name is starting to sound unfamiliar,” she said.
“See, I told you you’d get used to being called Skipper.”
She smiled and reinforced her arms around Sabrina. “I guess you were right.”
Sabrina petted her head, and Amber could sense she was uncomfortable. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just exhausted and thirsty.”
Amber nodded. “Me too.”
“Could you grab us some water, Amber, please?�
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“Sure.”
Amber stood and faced the old dresser, Sabrina had in her room. There was a six pack of water bottles there, but they were all empty.
“Huh…”
“What?”
Amber held one out. “Sealed but empty.”
“Yeah, I probably drew the water from them too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Sabrina lazily pointed to a metal filing cabinet in the corner. “There are several metal thermoses there. Bottom drawer. And a few bottles of wine too. They’ll be fine. Can’t draw through concentrated metal.”
Amber opened the drawer, and sure enough, there were several bottles of wine and four large thermoses. She opened one and sniffed it. Water, just like she said. “You want water or wine?”
“Both.”
Amber smiled. Of course, you do. She gazed back at Sabrina sprawled out on the bed. This is your life. So different than mine. Even as I pretend to be you, I get the danger-filled side of your life, as you just sit here and enjoy the treasures of pleasure and… Amber picked up a large pearl that was sitting in a dish on Sabrina’s dresser as she walked back.
“Actual treasure, huh?”
“What?”
“This pearl.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s not even the biggest one I’ve seen.”
“You ever find a pirate’s chest?”
Sabrina laughed. “There was one on the island. It’s in our vault.”
“Filled with gold and gems?” Amber asked as she handed the thermos to Sabrina and watched her gulp down the water.
“Yeah.” Sabrina breathed deeply. “Phew, little dehydrated.”
“Probably should save the wine for later.”
“Nah, you know our constitution. Takes a lot to get me drunk.”
It took only ten minutes before Sabrina had passed out. Amber shook her head and thought. Maybe you’re not as strong as you think, as she retrieved Sabrina’s nightgown and slipped it on.
“Sleep it off, my queen.”
Amber opened the door to Sabrina’s bedchamber enough to slip out. Once out, she closed the door quietly, so not to disturb her.
There were no guards outside the door. Amber had tricked them earlier and dismissed them for the night.
She passed other water spirit guards as she made her way down the hall. They paid her little mind. It was hard for her to tell if they were even conscious. Water flowed into and dripped from them, but their expressions—what she could discern of them—were emotionless. She nodded and waved to them as she passed, just as Sabrina always did.
Before she could turn the bend in the hall, a water fairy woman approached her.
“I’m so glad I caught you.”
Amber was not familiar with the woman, so she played coy. “Is there something wrong?”
“She’s been fussing all night. I think she needs her mother,” the woman whispered. “It’s been a week or so since she’s seen you, my queen. I think a visit now would be…acceptable.”
Who? Okay…
“Well then, take me to her.”
“Good. I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you.”
Amber paused and looked down the hall at the bedroom door behind her. This night is full of unexpected events.
Amber followed the woman through the ruins to a spot she had never been before. In all her days exploring the structure, there were still a few places she had yet to gain entrance to. The guards had not let her, but when she’d traveled with this woman, on this night, the guards did not seem to care.
“Would you do me a favor?”
“Yes, my queen.”
“Could you dismiss the guards for me? And would you mind fetching me a drink? Wait outside here with it for me, while I visit with her?”
“My pleasure.”
“And another favor?”
“Yes?”
“Would you mind not telling anyone about this visit?”
“Say no more. I understand.”
The woman opened a door with a key she carried around her neck. After she pushed the door open, Amber peered inside the moonlit room.
“Maybe she fell back asleep.”
“Either way, I will sit with her for a bit. Thank you.”
Amber entered the room and shut the door behind herself, just as she had when she snuck out of Sabrina’s bedchamber, but this felt different—riskier.
In the middle of the room, painted yellow from the moon’s light, was a crib. Amber’s heart pounded as she approached it.
“Hello, you,” Amber said as she peered down at the baby. “My gosh, look at how big you are.”
It had been ages since Amber had seen a baby fairy. In her kingdom, like all the others, the babies were taken from their parents at a young age. It was a time aptly called “the separation.” It was always explained to her as something akin to a mother bird leaving its babies in the nest to learn to fly. Yet with fairy children, it was meant to make them stronger and wean them off dependencies. It was also meant to help the child choose its own place in the world.
Amber had all but forgotten how quickly they grew in those first six months. This baby—Sabrina’s baby—looked like it was almost two human years old.
Human years… she thought. “You’re part human. Don’t you worry. I can’t really tell. Most otherworldly genes greatly outweigh humans. Unless you were werewolf…then you’d been all hairy.”
The baby cooed.
“I was surprised when I found out your mommy was going to follow the same separation traditions as the rest of us. You’d think she’d be doting on you daily. Especially now… But then again, we Fire Fairy have a saying. ‘Three months in the belly does not a child make. Two years of separation does not a child form. Through the flames, we unite. Through the flames, we become kin.’”
Amber reached down and patted the baby on the head.
“When I met your mommy, she was only weeks away from giving birth to you, you little worm.”
The baby laughed.
“I didn’t see her for a while. She didn’t let me visit her, or you. In fact, she barred be from seeing you, even talking about you.” Amber smiled at the baby. “But tonight is a special night, isn’t it, baby?”
Amber picked the baby up and held it to her chest. If anyone knew it was her visiting the baby, and not her true mother, she would have been put to death. Sabrina would not have accepted any reasoning. Fairy mothers are very protective, especially during the separation.
“I got you now,” she said, shushing the baby. “I got you.”
Amber’s mind raced with all that had been put inside it the past few months. It had been the busiest time of her life, and she had much, much more yet to do.
A whisper slowly penetrated the door. “My queen? My queen, I have your drink.”
Amber placed Sabrina’s baby back in its crib and tickled its nose with the tip of her finger. “Good night, baby. Sleep well. All is good.”
Upon exiting, Amber laid eyes on the woman who had escorted her there. She stood patiently with both a glass of water and one of wine.
“I wasn’t sure what you meant, so I brought both.”
Amber took the glass of water and said, “Thank you.”
“She’s quieted. I knew a quick visit from her mother was what she needed.”
“Exactly. Thank you for coming to get me.”
Amber started to walk off, in the direction of the throne room, but the lady stopped her. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you return to bed, my queen?”
She stopped and looked over her shoulder. “I have something I need to attend to in the throne room. Real quick. Then I’m off to bed. Thank you.”
“My queen, you’re not dressed to—”
Amber had heard enough. She stopped, turned around, and approached the woman again. Now within a foot of her, she leaned forward and nearly growled out her words. “Get back to work.”
“Yes, my queen.”
Amber stood and watched the woman
return to the baby’s room. She even heard her lock the door. Amber shook her head in annoyance. Not a few hours ago, she dreaded leaving on her next mission, and now, she could not wait to escape.
The Day After
Sabrina woke with a yawn and a smile, but a sour face wasn’t far behind. Her bed was soaked. Yuck, nothing like feeling like you slept in wet clothes. Eww.
“Skip—Amber, you there?”
There was no response, but Sabrina was not surprised. Amber did not look like a girl who liked to hang around and cuddle all night. It made sense. After all, Amber looked like her, and she did not like to stay the night and cuddle either.
Sabrina got up and dressed casually. She put on a long flowing dress but skipped the underwear today and decided to go barefoot for a while.
When she left her bedroom, she turned and acknowledged the water elemental, one of her personal guards.
“Good morning, Crystal. How are you?”
“Morning, my queen,” he replied and then bowed.
“Did you see Skipper leave my room last night?”
“Last night?”
“Yeah, or maybe early this morning.”
“My queen, you dismissed us last night.”
Sabrina laughed. Skipper must have done that. She’s getting good at impersonating me. If she passes this next test—survives it—I’m pretty sure we can move forward.
Raion, you have no idea what’s coming your way.
“Right, I forgot,” she lied.
“We just returned to duty an hour or so ago. My queen, there was an incident last night.”
Sabrina did not care to hear any bad news. She waved her hand and silenced her guard. “I’ll address everything from the throne room…later.”
“Yes, my queen, but this is important.”
“I said later, Crystal.”
He bowed. “Yes, my queen.”
“Do either of you know where Chelsea Cheshire is?”
“Training, no doubt. She rarely leaves the surface.”
“Good, have someone let her know I want to share breakfast with her this morning.”
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