"A story?" Alynia repeated with an air of surprise. Her face twisted into a thoughtful expression as she contemplated the Egyptian's logic. So underwater was the surest way to get there. Of course it was still dangerous... the girl had no idea what sort of creatures lurked beneath the ways. And she still had to make the right turns to surface where she needed to be.

"I thought by giving you the flower, you would exchange the means for my passage. All of the means." She stated her eyes narrowing briefly with distrust. But the look passed as she let out an airy sigh. "Alright, a story then..."

Her head tipped back as she stared at the ceiling, what kind of story did this strange man want to hear? He did not seem like the type with a mind for comedies... And a story of romance would only remind her of Oberron. Her heart needed not ache any more than it was. As Alynia wet her lips they way she did when she was thinking hard, her fingers trailed down her exposed nape. It was lucky that Da took no interest in her in that sort of way.

"Alright." She had decided upon a tale that was not a happy one, but certainly a famous one from her realm.

"The story begins with three foolish men in a tavern, all carelessly drinking, and loudly boasting of their accomplishments and glories.

This one had once killed a boar the size of a lion, that one had once bedded a princess... Either way their stories were interrupted as a terrified man stormed into the bar.

'Death!' He cried his eyes wide with fear, 'I have seen death in the forest!'

The three men were angry, because this traveller's story was getting much more attention from those around them.

'I'm not afraid of this death!' One called out, and the other two nodded their agreements.

'I say we find this death and put an end to him!'"

Alynia shook her head disapprovingly before she continued.

"And so, unknowst that the patrons of the tavern were encouraging them out of jest, the three idiots set out to kill Death.

They went into the forest, searching long and hard, asking those they came upon. Most gave them strange and appalled expression, but the men only assumed that it was because they were taking on a remarkably arduous quest. They hungered for glory, so they pressed on.

It was one day they met an old man who wore a tattered black cape, who seemed older than what was possible. He was barely anything more than bones. His eyes were sunken and foggy, his voice was raspy and quiet.

But when the fools asked him if he had seen death, he gave them the answer they wanted.

'Death' he croaked pointing his crooked finger, 'waits for young men like you buried beneath the large willow down that road. But be warned. Death will claim what is his."

The three were elated, though confused as to what his words truly meant. But disregarding any sort of warning, they all collected shovels and set out for the willow.

They dug for hours, until their shovels hit something hard. Together, they unearthed a large dusty old chest, and to their great joy inside they found mounds and mounds of bright shiny gold, enough to keep a man wealthy if he lived a hundred years. But not enough to keep three men quite as happy.

"Success brothers!" The eldest one spoke, "We should drink to our great luck!"

The youngest agreed enthusiastically. "I shall go into town and fetch us a flagon of the finest wine there is!" He took a few pieces of gold in his pocket and sprinted off.

When he was gone, the eldest turned to the man who remained behind. "It's a shame we have to split our winnings three ways." He spoke as if truly upset. "I mean, it was us two who did most of the digging."

It was easy for him to convince his friend, and so the two of them concocted a horrible plan to strike the youngest man once he return on the back of his neck with a shovel.

When the youngest returned with cups and ale, the two men easily overwhelmed him, and they killed him with the thought of greed in their hearts. When the crime was completed the two culprits congratulated themselves, and decided to toast anyway.

The two poured their cups full to the rim, clinked, and then downed the sweet liquid within seconds. But before they realized what was amiss it was too late. The two of them fell to their knees gasping as poison flooded their veins.

So the three fools found death. And Death claimed what was his in the end."

He shook his head. “No. The story is for the bottle that allows you to breath underwater.” But the Queen moved beyond this, the payment of the second not too severe and easy to give up.

Da waited as she thought upon her choice of stories. He watched her with unblinking eyes, though not interested in her he would have tormented her should the situation arise though it had not. He had gotten the flower after all and he was happy with the arrangement that he had made with her thus far.

He had been to her Shadow a few times in the past though he had not been versed in many of their tales. When he was on it he had been in ancient Egypt. He had commonly had his cults though and on occasion he had been summoned to that Shadow usually by the fishing communities looking for the bounty of the sea. Thus he did not often get such tales in return.

The payment made he got up and headed to a book shelf casually thumbing though the books until he found the one that he was looking for and brought it over to her.

It was completely blank. He cracked it open and waved his hand over the blank pages and maps appeared on them. At the bottom of each page was inscription the Ankh of Life. Each had been the same map but each had different routes marked on it, the second had two routes, one in red and the other in green that lead from one of the passages towards the center.

“This is the path to the center of the labyrinth and just so it was easier to see a comparison this green line leads to a portal out of the underworld via the sea.”

The symbols at the bottom of each page gave off a golden glow for about three seconds as the information was transplanted into her mind and the pages of the book were blank once more. He closed it up and moved to the bookshelf returning it and coming back to the table.

“Naturally the route imparts a degree of different dangers. And without the means of breathing water it is all but impossible,” Da explained. He got an uncorked bottle of water and set it down on the table before her. Like the other there was no label but the magic of the bottle kept the contents cold.

“Are you familiar with the Suiko?”

When she finished the tale, Da gave no response on whether or not he enjoyed it. For a brief moment, Alynia was worried she had selected a poor story, or perhaps did it no justice in her telling, and that the fisherman would refuse to uphold his end of he bargain.

But when he sat back down with his dusty tomb of magical maps, she felt a sense of relief. Her eyes raked over the maps with great care following the marked trail with her vision, imagining herself going down the same path toward her goal.

But when the golden symbols on the relevant pages finished glowing, Alynia wouldn't have bad any trouble redrawing them with her eyes closed. Though curious as what form of magical that had been, she did not bring it up. The girl was eager to be on her way soon. She did not know for how long she had been in be underworld, but she suspected it would not be healthy for her to stay much longer.

Alynia also was aware of her physical limits. Yes, she had declined to stay the night here... But her body was beginning to feel the first sign of strain. She was tired, yes, and hungry, dearly in need of a few hours of rest. But the queen was stubborn and has zero intention of wasting anytime.

When Da placed the uncorked bottle before her, Alynia was unsure whether he meant for her to drink. "Suiko?" She pondered for a second, "I can't say that I have."

Da did not show any sort of reaction. She still wanted to get out of here as soon as possible but for the time being he had not done anything against her. He had supplied the information and the bottle though he had doubted that she would have heard of the creature in question.

There were creatures on her Shadow that had their origins else where, real and imagined as the imagined inspired those on their Shadow to “create” them.

“They are mentioned in a form of media on your Shadow but I am not surprised you have not heard of them,” how he knew that she was not native to the Shadow of Olympus was an unknown but from what he was saying he had known what Shadow she had originated from. A guess or did he know? He had already displayed magic that she did not have a great understanding of.

“Their is a species the Mushi consist of spirits and the Suiko are a race amongst them. They have the ability to become liquid. Odorless, colorless liquid that can pass off as water. If consumed they can bestow Water Breathing.

“Drink it too much though you loose the ability to breath air and even become transparent like water. One bottle will do no harm though if they get into a well and provide someone with drinking water for an extended time then the worse may result.”

He explains though she had distinctly remembered hearing the splashing of the water from earlier. There was still something off about his help. Why the Minotaur didn't come … it was obvious he was a spell caster of sorts and had a strange menagerie for magic from what she had seen. He also had the right tools though he seemed not to be capable of the very same escape for whatever reason. Did he need that flower to do so? And if so why couldn't he use these means, he had mentioned that they were guarded but left it at that.

She was done with this creaking home and it's creepy resident. Da's lack of emotion scared her. It was almost as if he had no character, he was barely there at all. So even though she still held him in suspicious regards, she had gone too far to suddenly turn back now.

Alynia listened to his warnings of the drink she assumed was before her, but he had specifically assured her that just a bottle would do no harm. Would he lie? Would he poison her? Trick her? She recalled the splashing and was suddenly having second thoughts.

She wanted so dearly to leave, but she didn't want to make a decision that she would regret. Alynia stood up from the table wanting to distance herself from the man. Calmly she leaned herself against a wall besides a window.

Alynia observed the dark sea, imagining herself swimming through it. Just a drink from a bottle and she could slip into the waves away from this stranger. What was stopping her?

A sigh left her lips as she went back over picking up the bottle. She sniffed it before raising it to her mouth. The bottle tipped back as if she were drinking, but in reality she just let the potion wet her lips, not swallowing a drop.

Had he been fooled that she drank? Possibly though Da showed no signs either way. His unblinking visage had been passive and though it seemed that the Queen had been reflecting on the dark waters he had not offered up any hint that he knew something she didn't.

That much was a given, he knew things the Queen was certain. He knew that she was not a native of Olympus though that might have been an easy guess seeing that she was a fair bit fairer than the olive skinned natives. Da had wanted the flower and had it their bargain settled he seemed to have no interest revealing matters for free after all.

“You may use the pier or my basement, there's a trap door there. Same difference really.” The basement was all of a room a few steps down if she should take it. An opened trap door showed the murky water though it was clear that something or someone was moving within it given the swirl of the water.

Against the wall in a pile had been a collection of swords though they were just heaped together with no real care. One reminding her of a drawing that she had seen back in Llyndoria in one of the books she had seen in the library there.

He gestured her towards the basement, and Alynia heeded, her fingers still grasping the bottle allowing the option of changing her mind. She walked down the rotted, mold ridden steps, peering into the darkness of his home.

There was a dim light lit on the ceiling, casting barely enough glow to make a shadow. And there was the trap door, just as he said it would be.

Da has remained upstairs, or perhaps he would come down later. Either way, Alynia took her time
to look around. The heap of swords was rather bleak. Were these the weapons of other warriors that had taken the same route?

Carefully she picked up the one she though she recognized. It was heavy, much to weighted for her to wield properly. She put it back down quietly, unable to place a name on the weapon.

She missed her own Wave Dancer, more of a rapier than this sort of blade. Light and quick. Either way, it wouldn't have helped her in this dilemma.

Alynia, using both hands, wretched open the rusty trap door, and there it was. Inky black water that seemed to swirl with mystery. She was scared of what she did not know. But her mind had really already been made up. After all, turning around seemed barely an option.

Alynia took off her shoes, throwing them near the pile of blades. She gave a look at her dagger, in her mind she knew it would only slow her down. She would conjure another one
once she was done with all the swimming.

The bejeweled dagger clanged as it was thrown onto the pile. The girl took a deep breath and dipped her toe into the depths. It was cold.

Slowly, her entire foot submerged, and then her leg, and then the other. Until she was sitting on the edge of the opening staring below.

Alynia cursed herself, she cursed at herself over and over again out of fear. Perhaps she was too trusting for her own good as she closed her eyes and gulped down the rest of the bottle provided by Da.

The liquid dribbled out of the sides of her lips as she finished. And then, not allowing herself a moment of hesitation otherwise she would have surely turned around, she dived into the blackness and oblivion.

She inspected the sword which was much heavier than her own. Where as most of Wave Dancer's cutting power was in the wrist and the blade designed more as a thrusting tool this one relied on the shoulders and the heavy weight of the blade to make slashing cuts. The wielder had to be fairly strong and more effort went into it with each swing. It would be slower and totally useless under water …

Tsunami! The name occurred to her as she set it aside. Her own sword Wave Dancer had been forged by Hephaestus and so was this one. The emblems engraved on it had a similar motif while her's had dolphins braking the waves there had been a ship being capsized by a whale on this one,

She could not remember anything relevant about that weapon though and it was a bit of a mystery as to how it got here in the first place but her attention shifted to the cold murky waters. Da had left her alone after showing her the way though he was still in ear shot.

Slowly she had eased her legs into the water and half expected something to grab her suddenly but it never did. Drinking the bottle she descended though there was a slight problem, well several small ones actually.

The first was that she could barely see more than a few feet in front of her and it was all murky and distorted but the route was engraved in her mind so that certainly helped there. The shroud of darkness closed in on her invoking the human primal fear of the dark.

More important though had been the fact that she could breath water now but could not speak under water meaning no magic other than that which she could invoke by sheer force of will … Psi magic would work and there were some Blessings and even well practiced Arcane magic. Her husband was so good at illusions that he could probably invoke many of them with but a thought or small gesture though such expertise had eluded her.

The way forward was unnerving to say the least, stripped down of all weapons and with Medusa on the other end of all this to boot. She was not too far to turn back now, the trap door above her, though if she went back she would have to deal with the Minotaur without a doubt. Perhaps it had been the insecurities, the whole matter that had been off about Da from the start.

The far away look, unblinking nature and Egyptian Ankh … the symbol of life … and yet he had knowledge of other things. He did not seem to match up with any Egyptian deity she had been aware of and there was some wonder to the assembled weapons too.

Under those waves she sensed a state of dread but a detachment too as if she were actually out of her body observing all this rather than experiencing it for herself. It was weird in a way, this feeling of detachment.

As she submerged into the drink, her cloak held her back from sinking too deep as air bubbles filled the heavy cloth pulling her back toward the surface. Clumsily, she removed the
fabric, revealing that small white dress underneath. The brightness of the fabric appeared eerie in such darkness that surrounded her. The cloak floated away to oblivion, as Alynia scrambled to adjust her bearings.

It didn't look like she would be able to do any sort of conjuring objects, it didn't look like anything at all in fact. She could just barely make out the pale outline of her hand in front of her face in the murky green water. With her mind she conjured up a light, but Alynia soon found out this wasn't as easy as Oberron made it seem. The glow she conjured up was feeble and flickering, and as soon as she lost her concentration it extinguished. Her mind had already been programmed to go in one direction, so toward it she swam.

At first, Alynia instinctively tried to hold her breath, but once her lungs were bursting and she was forced to gulp in a breath of salty water it became clear the potion worked its magic.

Her eyes darted back and forth though it did her little good, she might as well have been blind. Still she searched hard for any signs of danger.

She was bare feet, and not exactly quick about it. By all the gods she hoped she would arrive at her destination before the potion wore off, otherwise the queen would be met with an early, watery grave.

She swam for what felt like hours, but in reality could have only been a couple of minutes. There was nothing to do but kick and paddle. Her arms glided through the water easier than she could have imagined, and her legs felt strong. But her mind felt tormented by the silence which haunted her as she continued.

Alynia tried to speak, for the sake of hearing a voice at one point, but it was futile. From all sides, there was endless sea. In a sense it was relaxing, as if she was the only person alive. But even more so it was terrifying. For the same exact reason.

To distract herself as her limbs moved at their own accord toward her destination, she thought of happier memories. The warmth of Oberron's smile, the softness of his lips, the forcefulness of his hands, the thick girth of his cock as he pressed into her core.

She missed him. And the thought spurred her on faster, and strengthened Alynia's determination.

She had the light conjured for a moment there, her progress with the simple spell had been great but her husband made it look easy given the fact that he had been using such a spell for millennium it was a simple matter for him to draw upon by sheer will.

Alynia had a light but using sheer force of will to project a spell was downright touch she found and to think Oberron showed that he could do so with his illusions even the more complex ones showing how powerful he was. The light was amongst the most basic of spells and she knew that she could never reach his level and yet she could learn to master some spells like this in time, perhaps a few more years of dedicated practice though she was not rushed things had seemed daunting at first.

Learning new languages, history, diplomatic skills even some dabbling once in the arts of a smith though her creation wasn't the best Oberron still preferred to use the sword she had forged because she had taken the time and love to forge it. Unless of course it was clear that his enchanted blade was necessary he used it as a default for those that were vulnerable to normal weapons.

The darkness was not absolute but it was good enough to unease her. Several minutes pass before something brushes along a leg. Sea weed? Trash? She can only pray but by that point it was too far to turn back and there was still a ways to go though the passage to swim down was up ahead where she would finally be out from this underground body of water and would have to swim along in those passages beneath the labyrinth and onto Medusa she hoped.

But another touch came, this had to be a touch, a finger that traced against her calf perhaps or something else? She could feel something in the water moving around her on occasion, always staying out of her meager field of vision though with what she had glimpsed of it the think looked like it was large and scaly.

Nothing for a few minutes, she had just reached the passage once more which appeared to be large enough for two people swimming side by side. Here an ankle was grasped with great force as she was drawn back. A hand grabbed at a breast giving it a squeeze and now she could make out creatures, humanoid fish men with webbed hands and feet unlike anything she recalled from her days studying in Llyndoria or from any class on Greek mythology.

To make matters worse there were at least three of them, one behind her grasping her ankle, one aside her at her breast and this one boldly coming force letting her see just what was fucking with her mind for awhile now. The unblinking eyes, the wicked looking teeth though fingers and toes had small claws. It had gills along it's neck and though it's facial features were set in stone it seemed to be grinning at the Queen maliciously.

A large bubble of air erupted from her mouth the first time she felt something brush against her. Her scream was silent and went unheard. Alynia wheeled around in panic, searching desperately and fearfully. It took a few minutes for her to calm down, even though she could hear her heart racing in the cavity of her chest.

By the time she had almost convinced herself it was just her mind playing cruel tricks, she felt it again. The touch was bolder, a finger outlined the soft muscle of her calf shooting tingles up her leg. Instinctively she kicked and lashed out in the direction of her tormentor. This time, for better of for worse she saw only a glimpse of life. Either way it was the first sign of anything in this vast ocean she had seen since she first submerged.

She could hear her shallow breaths in her head as well as the thumping of her heart. Alynia was cold, alone, and scared. She stayed motionless, paralyzed for a few seconds out of morbid curiosity. Testing whether or not the creature would approach her again. But nothing came.

The poor girl continued to swim onward, she could feel that she was nearing her destination... But at the same time she could feel the presence of the creatures, the strangers that she feared. It was as if Alynia was being circled by a blood-hungry shark she could not see or hear.

Forward she went, for there was nothing else she could do. And once again time passed without her feeling or seeing anything but the blackness of the water. Terrified of the unknown she did all she could to swim faster, kicking her slender legs and stroking with her arms.

Until suddenly it clicked in her mind, she had reached her destination. For a moment, the warm sense of relief flooded through her. She kicked eagerly toward the upward entrance where she would soon be back on land, where her vision would return to her, where she could conjure up clean clothes and go back to using magic. She could have almost smiled.

Until her alleviation was snatched away from her within a second. A scream left her throat as someone or rather something grabbed her ankle giving her a sharp tug, pulling her away from the entrance of her destination.

'Noo!' Alynia wailed uselessly in her mind as she swam against her capturer with all her might. But how could she know instead of a single shark that had caught her, it was a school?

Sharp claws bit into her breast in the frenzy to grab her, or so she hoped it was all but intentional. Alynia screamed in outrage and fought back with feeble strength. She was tired from swimming. And tried as she might no magic was coming to her to fend off the monsters with features of both man and fish.

Her hands went to shove away the beast from her chest that seemed to be grinning at his fresh catch. Her feet kicked at his twin which had a firm grip on her ankle. Trashing with all her might was all she could hope would be good enough. But the water made her slow, the water made her movements seem heavy and clumsy. She screamed at them but no sound came from her lips but the bubbles of trapped air that floated toward the surface.

They had toyed with her allowing that fear to grow, snatching away hope at that last possible instant as they press their advantage against the Queen. Thrash as she might the water resistance made her kicks feeble as she connected with the one behind her which had responded by setting a clawed hand to her ass cheek, tiny claws dipping into the material of the dress and barely sinking into the flesh to hold her fast ensuring that she would be cut is she pulled away.

The one that she could clearly see had torn open the fabric constraining her breasts while the third continued to touch those orbs, one marred with tiny wounds from that claw. Her ability to keep these creatures at bay had been limited underwater. If only she was above the waves but she was not and it seemed that whatever these things were they were working in tandem as her struggling wrists are grabbed.

Her ankle is released though and soon she is shoved face first against a wall, her tits and face pressing against the earth there as a touch flows down her shoulder.

They were communicating with one another through sonar, clicking and otherwise making sounds as the semi erect shaft of one of them rubs against an ass cheek before it shifts downward, hands massaging that rump then working against her legs spreading one apart as another seizes the other leg. A tongue sweeps over her sex experimentally at first then a moment later returns as smother swims up and grasps the back of her head presenting her lips with his hard cock that attempts to squeeze into the confines found within the warmth of her mouth, hands bunching up against the hair at the back of her heat.

Her teeth gritted in agony as sharp pinpricks dug into the soft flesh of her round behind tearing streaks of blood and fabric as she struggled to evade all of their hands. Her fist made contact with their hard scaly bodies, as she tried to hurt them. Each hit only made her feel more insignificant and weak in comparison. But soon enough, something grabbed her wrists to hold her motionless. Alynia wriggled her body angrily, refusing to comply.

They were gradually and violently stripping her. Claws left streaks of fabric hanging from place to place, while the front of her dress had been entirely torn off to make easy access to her heaving pink tipped breasts.

A thin stream of small bubbles escaped her lips as she hissed, those claws were small but effective as they dug into her skin. Her fingers clenched as she tried to yank her wrists away in rebellion.

"Ahh!" She yelled out loud, her sounds silent to her would be rapists as they slammed her into one of the walls of the very entrance she had wanted to go through. Her cheek scraped against the hard stone as did her impressible mounds.

Her wrist were held behind her back, pushing her into the stone. Her breasts felt even bigger as they squished against the unyielding structure. She had stopped screaming, instead sucking water into her lungs in deep breaths trying to calm herself, still searching for an escape route. She heard the clicks - so that's how they were communicating. One part of her wanted to know what they were saying, after all it might facilitate her get away. The other part feared what they were saying, as it was all too clear what they intended.

She whimpered in terror as she felt a semi-erect shaft run against her ass cheek. Was this what Da had planned? Was it inevitable she fall into the hands of these monsters? One of them forcefully grabbed her hair, wrenching her head to the side. She was immediately faced with a cock as the tip pressed eagerly to her lips. Alynia tried to shake her head as she pressed her lips shut, refusing to obey.

This act of defiance was much harder to keep up as another one tore apart her legs to hold in an iron grip, and began lapping at her puckered pussy. "Oohh" a moan bubbled in her throat as he treated her to the flat side of his rough tongue. A noticeable shudder went up her spine. But she bit the inside of her lip refusing to let such sounds allow the other to shove his dick into the warmth he sought.

Her hips jerked from side to side, trying avoid the pleasure the creature's mouth provided. She didn't want this. Alynia squeezed her eyes shut as the dreaded tongue licked at her sex again. The girl cursed at herself... it felt so good. But no, she wanted Oberron. She wanted Oberron.

The water had become a frenzy of activity. Trails of blood added to the water though thus far nothing amounted from that so these things were unlike sharks in their senses or others were too far out, it was hard to say. They did not look like sharks though but the wicked teeth and the fact that they had her at their mercy entered into her mind.

Restlessly her hips sway from side to side as that broad tongue continues to torment her tiny claws sinking into both ass cheeks as webbed fingers grip her ass in an effort to keep her still.

Though she seemed to be winning out against the one attempting to access her mouth until the third gripped the back of her head with a large hand and slammed her brow into the wall turning her to face that cock of the other straight afterward and he was eager to try this again the large one behind her continued to press her to that wall and grasp her wrists in one webbed hand.

He must have been the one calling the shots, most of the clicks were coming from him. It was his large cock that rested up against an ass cheek at least for now. Occasionally he would rub it up against him, that whale dick of his that was far too large for her to take.

Either he was tormenting her or threatening her with what awaited or what could be a threat …

That tongue pressed against her entrance, it was large and filled her stretching her out as he pressed into her core slowly but it was not as vicious as one might have expected fort that tongue was soft and was just the right fit. Further as it began to press inside her it was deliberate in pressing against the most sensitive area of her core.

The claws on her ass would ease up as soon as she stopped wiggling her hips defiantly though she would always feel the threat of those tiny hook=like claws against her rump.

It was then that she felt that monstrous cock sweep between the crack of her ass as it rubbed up and down, throbbing as the area around him erupted in a frenzy of sex from above and below.

Pressing her lips together and her eyes shut did nothing to quench the sensation the creature was bestowing upon her. She could feel the bulbous tip of the monster pressing against her stubborn mouth, eagerly seeking entrance.

Moans struggled to surface from her throat that took exhausting effort not to release. Her hands clenched and unclenched in an undying struggle to free herself. Those slender hips twisted, causing pinpricks of pain to sear through her. Claws tore at her ass, as a tongue relentlessly lapped at her slit. Her legs quivered under the onslaught of heat - the delicious conflict of pleasure and pain.

Alynia could feel the mammoth sized manhood pressed against her behind, and try as she might she could not get her mind off of it. They couldn't- this can't happen!

At least she had been doing and adequate job of stopping them from violating her mouth, until hands dug into her silky wet locks and promptly slammed her head into the stone wall she was face. A large bubble containing a hell of pain escaped from her lips. Intense agony fired through her like a bullet. For a second her vision was blinded by white, but when her sight returned she was faced again by the cock so adamantly seeking entrance. Her head throbbed as she struggled to keep her thinking steady.

The feeling of the fishman's agile appendage pressing into her tight folds was driving her insane, and the blinding anguish of her head made her think twice about defying the trio.

Slowly, Alynia opened her pump lips and closed them around the head of the creature's cock. Her eyes stared up at him with a pleading expression. 'Don't hurt me.' She was begging, but a loud moan erupted from her sending wracking vibrations up his shaft. To her horror, the one who had been below had discovered a sensitive bit of her that had shivers running up her spine. Her inner walls tightened around his tongue.

Her hands gave a weak tug at the one restraining her. It was a good thing Alynia was underwater, so the monsters wouldn't be able to see the salty tears running down her cheeks.