Under the Waves of Aquas
by John FCCF Poseyabout 2 hours ago
•long read•hot intensitySlippy Toad stood at the edge of the shallow lagoon on Aquas, the soft blue glow of the bioluminescent coral reflecting off his smooth green skin. The twin moons hung low, casting silver light across the calm water. He adjusted his red cap out of habit, even though there was no one around but her. Amanda swam up from the deeper water, her pink skin glistening, the large bow on her head somehow still perfect after the dive. She was taller than him by a good head, her body soft and curved in ways that made his heart race every time he looked at her.
They had been engaged for a month. The Anglar threat was far away tonight. No missions. No Star Fox duties. Just the two of them in the private cove Slippy had found years ago while testing the Blue-Marine.
Amanda climbed onto the smooth rock shelf beside him, water streaming down her breasts and the soft curve of her hips. She smiled, the kind of smile that always made Slippy’s ears flush darker green.
“You kept staring at me the whole swim back,” she said, voice warm and teasing. “I thought engineers were supposed to be focused.”
Slippy laughed, a little nervous, a little eager. “I was focused. On you.”
She stepped closer. Her hands found the front of his flight suit and tugged the zipper down slowly. Cool night air touched his chest. Amanda leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against his. Slippy’s hands settled on her waist, then slid lower to the full roundness of her ass. She made a small pleased sound into his mouth.
They sank down together onto the thick moss that grew along the rock. Amanda pushed his suit the rest of the way off. Slippy’s cock was already hard, thick and green, the head flushed darker. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, slow, from base to tip.
“I love how this feels in my hand,” she murmured. “Warm. Heavy.”
Slippy’s breath hitched. “Amanda…”
She shifted down between his legs. Her pink tongue licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, then swirled around the head. Slippy groaned, hips twitching. Amanda took him into her mouth, lips stretching around the shaft, sucking gently while her tongue worked the sensitive underside. She bobbed her head, taking more of him each time, one hand stroking what she could not fit. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet cove.
Slippy reached down and stroked the top of her head, careful of the bow. “That feels… so good. Your mouth is perfect.”
She hummed around him, the vibration making his toes curl. Spit dripped down his shaft onto his balls. Amanda pulled off with a soft pop, kissed the tip, then climbed up his body. She straddled his hips, her pussy already wet and glistening. She rubbed the slick folds along the length of his cock, coating him in her arousal.
“I want you inside me,” she said. “Right now.”
Slippy nodded, almost speechless. Amanda reached down, guided the head of his cock to her entrance, and sank down slowly. Her tight pussy stretched around him, hot and wet, taking him inch by inch until she was seated fully in his lap. Both of them moaned. She was so full of him. He was buried deep inside her.
Amanda started to move, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced softly with each motion. Slippy’s hands gripped her hips, helping her, thrusting up to meet her. The wet slap of their bodies mixed with the gentle lap of water against the rocks.
“You feel so good,” Slippy gasped. “So tight… so warm…”
Amanda leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, grinding her clit against him on every downward stroke. “Harder, Slippy. Fuck me harder.”
He flipped them carefully so she was on her back on the moss. Slippy stayed buried inside her, then began thrusting deeper, longer strokes. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, then took one pink nipple into his mouth and sucked while his cock drove into her pussy again and again.
Amanda’s moans grew louder. “Yes… right there… don’t stop…”
He pulled out only long enough to turn her onto her hands and knees. Amanda looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with need. Slippy knelt behind her, rubbed the head of his cock along her dripping folds, then pushed back inside in one smooth thrust. He held her hips and fucked her steadily, the new angle letting him go even deeper. Each thrust made her soft ass jiggle. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles.
“I’m close,” Amanda panted. “Keep going… fill me…”
Slippy’s own orgasm was building fast. He thrust harder, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filling the night. Amanda came first, her pussy clenching tightly around him, body shaking as pleasure rolled through her. The rhythmic squeezing pushed Slippy over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every last drop deep inside her until it began to leak out around his cock and drip down her thighs.
They stayed joined for a long moment, breathing hard. Slippy eventually eased out. A thick stream of his cum followed, creamy and white against her pink skin. Amanda turned and pulled him down beside her. They lay tangled together on the moss, her head on his chest, his arm around her.
She traced lazy circles on his stomach. “That was perfect.”
Slippy kissed the top of her head. “You’re perfect.”
Amanda smiled and reached down between them, collecting some of the cum that had leaked from her pussy onto her fingers. She brought it to her lips and tasted it, then kissed him so he could taste himself on her tongue.
They stayed there under the moons of Aquas for a long time, soft touches turning into another slow round later in the night—Amanda on top again, riding him until they both came a second time, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her once more. When they finally swam back to the small shelter they had claimed for the night, Amanda was still leaking his cum, and neither of them minded at all.
The stars above the water reflected in the lagoon like scattered diamonds. Slippy held her close as they drifted toward sleep, already knowing that tomorrow they would do it all over again.
They had been engaged for a month. The Anglar threat was far away tonight. No missions. No Star Fox duties. Just the two of them in the private cove Slippy had found years ago while testing the Blue-Marine.
Amanda climbed onto the smooth rock shelf beside him, water streaming down her breasts and the soft curve of her hips. She smiled, the kind of smile that always made Slippy’s ears flush darker green.
“You kept staring at me the whole swim back,” she said, voice warm and teasing. “I thought engineers were supposed to be focused.”
Slippy laughed, a little nervous, a little eager. “I was focused. On you.”
She stepped closer. Her hands found the front of his flight suit and tugged the zipper down slowly. Cool night air touched his chest. Amanda leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against his. Slippy’s hands settled on her waist, then slid lower to the full roundness of her ass. She made a small pleased sound into his mouth.
They sank down together onto the thick moss that grew along the rock. Amanda pushed his suit the rest of the way off. Slippy’s cock was already hard, thick and green, the head flushed darker. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, slow, from base to tip.
“I love how this feels in my hand,” she murmured. “Warm. Heavy.”
Slippy’s breath hitched. “Amanda…”
She shifted down between his legs. Her pink tongue licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, then swirled around the head. Slippy groaned, hips twitching. Amanda took him into her mouth, lips stretching around the shaft, sucking gently while her tongue worked the sensitive underside. She bobbed her head, taking more of him each time, one hand stroking what she could not fit. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet cove.
Slippy reached down and stroked the top of her head, careful of the bow. “That feels… so good. Your mouth is perfect.”
She hummed around him, the vibration making his toes curl. Spit dripped down his shaft onto his balls. Amanda pulled off with a soft pop, kissed the tip, then climbed up his body. She straddled his hips, her pussy already wet and glistening. She rubbed the slick folds along the length of his cock, coating him in her arousal.
“I want you inside me,” she said. “Right now.”
Slippy nodded, almost speechless. Amanda reached down, guided the head of his cock to her entrance, and sank down slowly. Her tight pussy stretched around him, hot and wet, taking him inch by inch until she was seated fully in his lap. Both of them moaned. She was so full of him. He was buried deep inside her.
Amanda started to move, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced softly with each motion. Slippy’s hands gripped her hips, helping her, thrusting up to meet her. The wet slap of their bodies mixed with the gentle lap of water against the rocks.
“You feel so good,” Slippy gasped. “So tight… so warm…”
Amanda leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, grinding her clit against him on every downward stroke. “Harder, Slippy. Fuck me harder.”
He flipped them carefully so she was on her back on the moss. Slippy stayed buried inside her, then began thrusting deeper, longer strokes. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, then took one pink nipple into his mouth and sucked while his cock drove into her pussy again and again.
Amanda’s moans grew louder. “Yes… right there… don’t stop…”
He pulled out only long enough to turn her onto her hands and knees. Amanda looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with need. Slippy knelt behind her, rubbed the head of his cock along her dripping folds, then pushed back inside in one smooth thrust. He held her hips and fucked her steadily, the new angle letting him go even deeper. Each thrust made her soft ass jiggle. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles.
“I’m close,” Amanda panted. “Keep going… fill me…”
Slippy’s own orgasm was building fast. He thrust harder, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filling the night. Amanda came first, her pussy clenching tightly around him, body shaking as pleasure rolled through her. The rhythmic squeezing pushed Slippy over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every last drop deep inside her until it began to leak out around his cock and drip down her thighs.
They stayed joined for a long moment, breathing hard. Slippy eventually eased out. A thick stream of his cum followed, creamy and white against her pink skin. Amanda turned and pulled him down beside her. They lay tangled together on the moss, her head on his chest, his arm around her.
She traced lazy circles on his stomach. “That was perfect.”
Slippy kissed the top of her head. “You’re perfect.”
Amanda smiled and reached down between them, collecting some of the cum that had leaked from her pussy onto her fingers. She brought it to her lips and tasted it, then kissed him so he could taste himself on her tongue.
They stayed there under the moons of Aquas for a long time, soft touches turning into another slow round later in the night—Amanda on top again, riding him until they both came a second time, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her once more. When they finally swam back to the small shelter they had claimed for the night, Amanda was still leaking his cum, and neither of them minded at all.
The stars above the water reflected in the lagoon like scattered diamonds. Slippy held her close as they drifted toward sleep, already knowing that tomorrow they would do it all over again.