As your release takes you, the naiad's grip tightens, pressing her body against yours as if she were trying to merge with you. Her legs tangle with yours, her cleavage envelops your face, her arms squeeze against your shoulders... and then, the torrent dies down, and the only sound is that of two lovers panting from their exertion.<br/><br/><"Hmm..."> The nymph straightens, one hand sliding down her belly to illustrate the faint swelling caused by your seed in her stomach. <"That is exactly what I craved..."><br/><br/>She giggles, and her hand leaves her stomach to grab your wrist, raising your hand up so your palm can trace the swell for yourself.<br/><br/><"Feel that?"> She asks, clenching around you briefly- though you can still feel the "excess" from your release dripping down onto the base of your shaft. <"If all goes well, that will grow into a fine Child of the Rain... One who is not confined to a lake or stream... Spawn of nymph and elf. Does that not please you, mortal Valen?">