"N-no," she shook her head, beginning to let out little rasps of pleasure, "literally. Dam." The flow of the river, diverted by the sudden collapse of the cliff face and the sudden lack of a spirit to guide it, was rapidly changing course and water rushed under her even as she atoned her lips tightly wound around Krathen's cock.<br/><br/>A newfound concourse of streams was forming where she lay on her back, water gushing out of the rubble and bending around its side from up river. As it did, Krathen's illusions overpowered Aersilae's will and she began to cum-- her hand grasped upwards at her groin as sparkling, juicey water erupted from her slit and formed little waterfalls through her fingers to join the growing push of water.<br/><br/>"I'm on my way to the ocean," Aersilae said as she laughed surreally, "so tired." Her arched back returned to the ground and her limbs flailed out. Completely un-tensed but still burning with desire she hoped Krathen would get out of the way of the river's flow. He could hardly hope to stop it soon enough to keep it from reaching him-- but she could not say the same for him stopping herself.