<"Such a charmer..."> The faerie giggles, and her hands reach down and peel your now-damp breeches from your waist, tugging them off with an almost feral hunger... and tossing them out of the bubble entirely. As you look on, they settle against the lake-bottom.<br/><br/>But the faerie doesn't give you time to fret about it, as her cool hand wraps around your shaft, and begins to pump up and down quickly.<br/><br/><"And he has brought me a<em>delightful</em>gift, I see..."> Thin, sharp teeth flicker in the dim light, and the naiad reaches up with her free hand to caress your throat and now-damp chest. <"Though perhaps I should give a "gift" in return?"><br/><br/>The naiad's nose brushes yours, and she hums an unearthly tune that resonates in the dim light... and her hand travels from your shaft to your balls, filling you with a cool, bubbling sensation.<br/><br/><"Hmmm... that's better. Make sure we give you every chance of keeping your word... if not, we might just have to try all day..."> The naiad giggles again, bubbly like a brook. <"Come, mortal... we have a child to make...">