<"Courting?"> The Naiad grins, and leans forward to let her teeth graze your neck as she swings her legs over yours. <"I sense your hunger as well as mine, Elf... Admit it..."><br/><br/>With a chuckle, the faerie woman presses her body against yours and slowly slides down, sex parting like silk to encompass every inch of you.<br/><br/><"MMm.... Such a<em>nice</em>gift you give..."> The faerie woman puts her hands on your shoulders and pushes, down, gently, until you feel the silt on the lake bottom underneath the bubble and your back. <"Shall I let you lead, Elf? Or shall I simply take you?"><br/><br/>To illustrate her point, the naiad begins to gyrate her hips against yours, leaning forward to let cool, damp nipples brush against your chest.<br/><br/><"Your choice...">