Her silver lips tasted…
'Salty?'
Almost as he'd dipped his lips into a vast swath of churning saltwater. Saltwater that rushed forth as Naiad slid her tongue inside his mouth without hesitation.
Greedily, she licked his saliva as if devouring a meal after years of starvation.
Vale didn't mind.
She tasted good. Much too good to ever dare complain.
Naiad continued to pull on his neck.
She pulled and pulled, shoving more and more of her briney tongue in his mouth. She pulled so hard that Vale lost his footing and had fell forward, threatening to crush her.
However, a thick silver blanket of what appeared to be fog condesned and formed a shell on Naiad's back that caught them. But it did not set them down gently.
The silver shell exploded in a plume of vapor that tickled Vale's skin. At the same time, Naiad had directed the explosion to switch their orinetation.
