Our Ritual

The chirps of birds and chittering of small creatures sound off between rhythmic thumps and hushed moans. The calm, sweeping motions of her tail grow more and more erratic, churning the waters as intensely as your member does her flowing nectar. She agonizes in her inability to embrace you with equal intimacy.

Though her body is fully bared and exposed to you, only its draconic might keeps you afloat as that the heavenly sensations you fill it with overwhelm her divine controls over the elements. With one final thrust, the orchestra of thumps and pleasured cries meets its climax and the voice of a goddess sounds aloud.

A reverent silence falls over the lake and you lovingly stare... into your woman's eyes.

Heavy and satisfied breaths softly echoing, her head sinks back into the waters and yours into her bosom. The sweet, now salt tinged aroma, fills your lungs as your stifled breaths quicken in anticipation of what's happening. Her body quivers anew, her mouth gaping, warm steam clashing with the cool morning mist. Her lips meet with a smile only to widen as she gasps and hungrily licks them. The intensity finally fading, she is now keenly aware of each and every drop of the bounty still seeping into her.

She holds you close at last. Her pleasure as your woman.

Moments pass, her gaze set skyward, tussling your hair and hugging you tight. You marvel at her happiness a while longer until she rises and your eyes meet. The fire in you crackles at the sight of her serene expression.

"You were really good today," she whispers thoughtfully, swelling your fire with her praise. It's the third time you've readied her for the 'ritual of rain-calling'.

She cups your face. Gentle, affectionate squeezes accompany her smile over your satisfied expression, "I think you're getting used to it."

Your eyes follow her hand as she gestures towards the lake. Now noticing a twinkling from below you look and behold a shimmering where her hands graces the water's surface. In fact, the water shines all along where her serpentine form graces it, and the sparkling phenomenon slowly spreads through the water.

"It truly is beautiful," you express in earnest, overwhelmed by the beautiful sight.

"Mmm..." comes her voice, still savoring the seeping sensation, lustfully licking her lips. "I suppose I'm still getting used to it myself. My body is accepting all you have to give me, but... our spirit energy... is just a little too much for me to contain right now."

A sense of embarrassment tussles with your passions for a moment. The embarrassment of thinking you enjoyed yourself too freely, while she's putting forth a great effort to make this all happen. You're really not sure what to say, burying your face between her breasts instead. It speaks volumes to your wise wife however.

"Come now, I invited this. We're giving of ourselves everything we happily owe each other!" The sound of her claws treading water once more heard as her free hand gently motions your head. "Now see..."

"What energy I can't make use of will instead make the lake thrive beyond what it naturally can!" Her enthusiastic outlook makes you happier, though, more than you want to let yourself be still just a little embarrassed at heart.

"We've done well today, my husband!"

A surprised "Oh!" escapes her, no doubt noticing that your passions are ablaze once more. A coy smile graces her lips. Both hands hugging you closer. Womanhood squeezing you tighter. Slowly and steadily... she takes flight.

"It feels good..." A low, satisfied growl rises from her body, accompanying her frank expression, "Ahh... It feels really good. Your heart's pounding against me harder. Your penis filling me deeper. I know. I know you've... already given me so much today, but I-"

"Come now! We take care of each other. And I-" your comforting words are halted, appreciating yet another satisfied growl. Her whole self hugs you all the more dearly. You swear you can even feel it, her bountiful energy surrounding you and cushioning you. The flight home has never felt better. "And I love you, my wife. I do."

"I... do" she mouths, a fond memory doubtlessly brought to mind.

"And so, before I praise my goddess, in all her selflessness..." you begin, vexed to only give her words, knowing that she needs so much more "...let me indulge you, my wife, to your satisfaction. I love you."

"Thank you..." she whispers "My husband... I love you."