<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe in their own underwater little world, with Harpies hoovering above. </em></div><hr/><br/>Clint's mind surged with wicked thoughts of Chloe, unintentionally sending his sister those lustful thoughts the two shared with their link when they were around one another. The sound she made only had him give her body the last few pumps, driving deep into her body. He was not sure when her body began and his ended by the point, the raw animalistic lust surfacing as he got closer. His hand between her thighs were in a frenzy now, the grunts of his labored breath louder and rolling into the back of her neck and head. His muddy hand turned and reached around her throat, fingers squeezing slightly until he felt the first wave jet out of him and into her. He groaned deeply, spurting the thick ropes into her, his hips pumping till the last drop was drained from his tensing testicles.<br/><br/>At long last he let them fall into the slick silt, his muscles demanding rest at long last. To prevent her from getting a face full of mud he turned them onto their sides, his hand smearing the mud into her body as he groped and squeezed her breasts. His fingers slid smoothly over the surface of ehr skin, the nipple slippery with the sweat and silt that had sheeted her body in the process.<br/>"So who wins...or can we call it a tie."<br/>He chuckled softly, hoping she did not expect some type of pillow talk from him, if she knew him she would not. As his breathing calmed he eased away from her and helped her to her feet. However long they were under water, it was late into the night and they should at least try to get some form of rest that night. The harpies above still waiting for their feast.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(This happened the night before, so no one at the lake in the early morning will be bothered by the harpies...maybe, depends on what Michi rules)