by A. J. Markam
“Ya gotta get air in yer lungs, matey, if ya wanna talk topside,” the sailor said.
I coughed out another mouthful of water, then yelled, “It works!”
“‘Course it works.”
“Come on in, guys, you gotta try it!”
Alaria sighed and walked into the waves. The stiletto heels on her thigh-high leather boots magically refused to sink into the sand as she made her way over to me.
“You know I don’t like water, right?” she asked.
We’d had this discussion before, shortly after we first met.
Well, shortly after I’d summoned her for the first time, anyway.
“It’s a little tough to go after an underwater ex-master of yours if you don’t want to get wet,” I teased her.
“Oh, I looooove getting wet,” she purred in my ear as she pressed her bikini-clad breasts against me. “You know that.”
I did, actually.
She liked getting wet even more than I liked getting hard – which I was doing at that precise moment.
Especially when she grabbed my crotch and started stroking it.
“Mmmm,” she murmured with a grin. “The elusive cock fish.”
“See if you can breathe underwater,” I said, “and you can have all the cock fish you want.”
She giggled, then plunged under the surface. A few seconds later, a string of silver bubbles floated up and then stopped.
I waited for her to surface to tell me everything was okay –
But she didn’t.
Her long hair was just floating there like a black cloud a couple of feet underwater.
Maybe she’s just getting acclimated…
I checked her icon on the Action Bar that floated at the bottom of my field of vision.
She’s not losing any hit points…
Still, I was starting to get a little concerned. I was about to reach down into the water and haul her back up when I felt two hands undo my belt and yank my pants down.
Then her mouth, warm and soft, wrapped around my three-quarter chubby and immediately turned it into a full-mast erection.
O-KAAAAY!
I guess everything’s fine down there…
I gasped as she bobbed up and down on me for a few strokes – and then she surfaced with a mischievous look on her face.
Her hair, which was normally a voluminous tangle of black curls, hung sleek and wet down the back of her head.
God she was beautiful.
Alaria spat out a mouthful of water and grinned. “Normally I swallow.”
“I know,” I said as I pulled up my pants.
She licked her lips seductively. “You know, I think I’m really going to like it underwater.”
“Me too,” I said, anxious to get back down there and try some new tricks.
I looked over at my other demon. Stig was only ankle-deep, and he eyed the water fearfully.
“Yo, Stig, what’s the problem?” I called out.
“Sharks, boss.”
I looked around in alarm, then realized he was speaking hypothetically.
“Dude, you’re so short that you’ll be underwater in two and a half feet. There’s no sharks in water that shallow.”
“Could be landsharks.”
We’d actually seen landsharks – or at least sharks that could propel themselves up out of the water and across a slick, rocky island – when we’d journeyed inside the sentient dungeon controlled by Deek the Dungeon Core.
“Aye,” the sailor added unhelpfully. “Landsharks are the worst.”
“See?!” Stig said as he pointed at the sailor.
“You’re not helping,” I snapped at the sailor, then turned back to my imp. “That was in a dungeon. This isn’t a dungeon. There aren’t any friggin’ landsharks.”
“That’s what you say,” Stig said grumpily.
“Come on, chop chop. We’ve got ex-masters to kill.”
Stig sighed the weary groan of a put-upon martyr and began to gingerly wade out.
He was only up to his waist when a wave knocked him ass over teakettle.
“Waggh!” he screamed as he went underwater.
He came back up spluttering with his ears drooping down the sides of his head.
“I HATE THIS,” he yelled.
“Just breathe it in,” I yelled back.
He made an angry face, then dunked down underwater.
Once he was gone a few seconds, I gave him a thumbs-up under the surface, like I was asking, Everything okay?
A little grey fist shot out of the water, and a single finger jutted up in response.
Turned out it wasn’t the thumb, though.
Good ol’ Stig.
“Alright,” I called out to the sailor, “it works.”
Secretly I thought, It BETTER for a hundred gold.
But I didn’t say that. I just added, “Thanks for the ring. We’ll be going now.”
“You’ll be needin’ a means of locomotion underwater,” the sailor called out like a used car salesman. “I’ve got just the thing for ya – a special trinket from the Lost City of Galata, 20 fathoms beneath the Sea of Good Will. I’ll give it to ya fer half off, seein’ as ya just bought – ”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re good,” I said. “Thanks anyway.”
Before he could say more, I submerged, breathed in, and took in the underwater world all around us.
The sandy seafloor was a light yellow, and the water was crystal clear. I could see for a thousand feet out into deeper water, and I marveled at the sun shimmering down from the surface in glittering columns of light. Twenty feet away from us, neon-colored coral beds flourished, and bright blue and yellow fish darted in and out of hiding.
It was truly beautiful. An enchanted underwater world.
Speaking of beautiful, I looked over to see my succubus three feet under the surface. Her black hair drifted slowly around her face, and she smiled at me as she treaded water. Over to my left, Stig was doggy paddling awkwardly along the bottom of the seafloor.
For the first time, I spoke out loud, testing my voice. “Hey guys, can you hear me?”
It was a slightly odd sensation having water rushing over my vocal cords instead of air, but I sounded the same as normal. And it turned out, I could hear just as well, too.
“Perfectly,” Alaria said.
“Yeah, boss,” Stig agreed.
“Awesome! We should probably – ”
Suddenly a Caribbean-inflected voice interrupted me. “Welcome to da adult expansion pack of Othah-World!”
I looked down to see a crimson-colored crab on the ocean floor.
Almost instinctively, I glanced around to see whether we were about to be swarmed by snorkeling lawyers from the House of Mouse.
Unlike Sebastian from The Little Mermaid, though, he didn’t have a fleshy little head, but he did have two large googly eyes bulging out of his shell.
I guess it was just far enough away from the original version to not be litigation-worthy.
As long as he didn’t start singing an obscene version of “Under The Sea.” (Insert your own lyrics here.)
The crab continued, “You have embarked on a whole new experience in entertainment! Please confirm that you are at least 18 years of age before da fun begins!”
Interesting way of onboarding new users.
You would think before somebody had sex in your game, you wouldn’t want to bring up the topic of ‘crabs.’
“Go away,” I said to the crustacean.
“Alright! You can call me back any time for an introduction to your new world of sensual delights!”
With that, he scuttled away across the seafloor, humming the tune of his trademark-infringing song.
“Weird,” Stig muttered.
I looked over to see Alaria’s reaction.
She was frowning. “What’s an adult expansion pack?”
I forgot – as a result of her advanced AI, Alaria didn’t react the same as other NPCs. Like Stig (who was way smarter than
most NPCs but not as self-aware as Alaria) just now with the crab, most NPCs completely ignored any meta comments about the game world itself. But Alaria picked up on them, which occasionally necessitated some quick thinking.
I decided to have some fun with it. I took her hand and put it on the crotch of my pants. “That’s an adult expansion pack.”
“Ohhhh,” she purred. “Then I like adult expansion packs. But… why was the crab talking about your penis, then?”
“Kinky crab.”
“Then I like kinky crabs, too,” she murmured, and leaned in to kiss me as she slowly stroked me through my pants, definitely expanding my adult ‘pack.’
Her lips were warm and soft, and she opened them to my tongue. It was a new, sensual pleasure kissing underwater – especially when you didn’t have to worry about drowning.
My hands found the bare skin of her waist and traced upwards to her chest. Her voluminous breasts were ordinarily firm and gravity-defying, but now they were suspended sensually by the water, their weight buoyed. It was a whole different experience fondling her but not feeling the heavy weight of her in the palm of my hand.
She moaned into my mouth as I gently tweaked her hardening nipple through the leather of her bikini top, and she moved her hand inside my pants and began stroking my –
“AWKWARD,” Stig yelled from a few feet away.
We broke off the kiss and turned to look at him with his arms crossed disapprovingly.
“Get card out of free jail!” he snapped. “Get card out of free jail!”
He was trying to say ‘Get Out of Jail Free Card.’ You know, from Monopoly. I’d brought up the concept after Alaria and I had a threesome with Soraiya the succubus, back in Orlo’s lair. At the time, I had promised Stig that I would let him stop me and Alaria from having sex once in the future.
“Instead of using your ‘Get Out Of Jail Free’ card, why don’t you go have a drink in the bar instead?” I suggested. I reached into one of the bags on my belt, pulled out a silver coin, and flipped it through the water with a flick of my thumb.
Coins flip differently through the water, I discovered. It tumbled in slow motion, somersaulting over and over as it rose and then gently fell.
Stig snagged it like a snapping turtle gobbling up a minnow. “THANKS, BOSS!”
Then he turned and started doggie paddling away.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
“Can you go a little faster?” Alaria said crossly.
“I’m trying!” he yelled.
We just watched, bored and horny, as he moved through the water like the world’s slowest fish.
A minute later, he finally reached a spot where he could walk on the sand, and he scampered up out of the surf and onto dry land.
I turned back to Alaria. “Now… where were we?”
“The adult expansion pack,” she said with a grin, and started stroking my erection again as we kissed.
4
Having sex underwater was a whole new world of sensual delights, indeed.
Even something as simple as running my fingers through her hair felt completely different. Her ebony locks were suspended in a soft wreath around her face, and it felt like running my fingers through a cloud of silk.
The water stroked our skin with gentle currents, adding to the pleasure of our hands caressing each other’s bodies.
I thought that the taste of saltwater would interfere, but I guess my senses grew used to it and stopped noticing it, because I could taste the cinnamon and vanilla of her mouth when I kissed her.
I undid the clasp on the front of her bra and watched with delight as her breasts were freed to float weightless.
She tugged off her own thigh-high stilettos and slipped out of her thong, then hurriedly stripped off my cloak, shirt, pants, and boots. All our clothes drifted gently to the seafloor, where they lay undisturbed as we hovered in the water above them.
My hardon was already raging, so I grabbed her by her dainty waist and pulled her through the water towards me. I was a little concerned that the water might take away her natural lubrication and make penetration more difficult, but I needn’t have worried – she was just as wet underwater as out. My swollen head pressed up against her lips and slipped easily inside.
“Oh Ian,” she sighed. She wrapped her thighs around my hips and lay back in the water perpendicular to my body, just like she was lying on a bed.
And I began to thrust.
The sensations were wonderful, but what was amazing was watching the way her breasts moved underwater. They bobbed and jiggled like normal when we were fucking, but maybe a quarter as fast. Every time I plunged into her, her breasts would shift up and down, little shockwaves of motion rippling through her tits in slow motion. It was a hell of a lot of fun to watch.
And her hair – it drifted around her face in a beautiful black haze as she whipped her head back and forth.
As she got more and more into it, her black wings opened on her back. She looked even more exotic than usual – a gorgeous underwater dragon beating the water with her wings.
I had to hold onto her a little more tightly than normal, and work a little harder against the resistance of the water, just to keep thrusting inside her. But doing so made me realize anew just how firm and sexy her ass was. Her firm cheeks filled my hands, and I squeezed them hard as I rocked inside her.
She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair, like she couldn’t contain her pleasure. “Mmmmm…”
That gave me an idea.
I put one finger in my mouth and wet it thoroughly. Even though everything was already wet with seawater, there were different levels of ‘wet’ – which was proved beyond a shadow of a doubt by the experience of being inside her.
Once my finger was slicked down, I grabbed her firm bubble butt with my hand… and then slowly, sensually began circling the rim of her asshole.
“Oh IAN,” she gasped.
Seeing how much she liked that, I gently eased my lubricated fingertip inside her.
“Oh Goddess, put it in all the way, PLEASE…”
I slowly slid my finger inside her ass as I continued to fuck her pussy with my cock.
Then I began to move my finger in and out, in and out.
She went wild. She arched her back, nearly bent all the way over, and manhandled her breasts, pinching her own nipples savagely. Then she moved one of her hands down to her clit and began to pleasure herself, her hand a red blur.
“DEEPER, DEEP AS YOU CAN GO!” she screamed.
I plunged my finger all the way in and began to caress her deep inside. I could feel my own cock pressing against her interior wall with every thrust. I put pressure against it with the fingertip, feeling the bulge of my flesh inside hers.
She began to come – and not just her pussy.
I felt her asshole tighten around my finger again and again, little spasms of pleasure that were matched by the pulsings of her pussy around my cock.
“OH MY FUCKING GODDESS!” she screamed, and thrashed back and forth, her wings beating the water like she wanted to take flight.
Finally the contractions died away, and I took the opportunity to rest as she lay suspended in the water, gasping and moaning and slowly massaging her breasts.
“Oh Goddess, that was good…” she murmured, then looked at me mischievously. “Okay, time for you.”
She pulled herself off me and maneuvered until her face was even with my cock. Then she began to stroke me with her hand. I was still slathered with her juices, so her fingers felt slippery and soft as they milked my shaft.
“I want to see something, so this might not be as fun as normal… but I’ll make it up to you later,” she cooed.
“What are you going to do?”
“Shhh, just watch.”
She began to lick the underside of my cock, that super-sensitive little ridge of skin called the frenulum just below the crown. The entire time she looked up at me with merriment in her eyes, giving me the occas
ional wink as she stroked my staff with one hand and fondled my balls with the other.
It didn’t feel as good as being inside her – her pussy or her mouth – but it was still pretty damn good. Alaria’s handjobs (and, I guess, tongue-jobs) felt better than a blowjob from another woman.
Plus, I had struggled the last few minutes not to come so that I could make sure she reached orgasm. Now I just let go and enjoyed the sensations – and the show.
Within a couple of minutes, I felt that growing sensation that let me know I was about to burst.
“Are you close?” she asked at the exact moment I knew I’d reached the point of no return.
She had a sixth sense about that sort of thing. Maybe a sexth sense.
Okay, that was bad.
“Yes,” I grunted. “Unh – UNH – ”
She stopped licking and pumped her hand up and down my shaft, watching the head of my cock intently. I was wondering what the hell she was expecting.
Then I came and immediately saw.
Instead of shooting off in an arc onto her face, my jizz just sort of hung there, pearls of white liquid suspended in the water.
She grinned like she’d seen exactly what she wanted. Before I finished, she opened her lips and in one fell swoop took my cum and my cock in her mouth and plunged down all the way on my shaft.
“OH!” I cried out as a whole new level of pleasure suddenly intensified my orgasm.
She bobbed vigorously up and down, her mouth pleasuring me from base to crown.
What started off as an ‘okay’ orgasm turned into a much longer, crazier one.
As my contractions finally subsided, Alaria slowed down and slid her mouth off me. Then, grinning, she opened her mouth and showed me what she’d sucked out of me – and swallowed it in one gulp, after which she licked her lips and grinned.
“Mmmm… very nice,” she purred.
“That was better than nice, that was GREAT,” I panted.
“I wanted to see what it looked like when you came underwater,” she explained as she drifted upwards, looped her arms around my neck, and mashed her boobs against my chest.
“Did you like it?”
“I did – but now that I’ve seen it, you should just come inside me next time.”