Moz dipped a slim, chalky finger into the still water of the lake he sat next to. Ripples disrupted the serene surface. He dragged his pointed nail across the water causing more disturbances. After a moment he pulled his hand away and leaned back on his heels, waiting for a response.
He closed his eyes and felt the warm breeze ruffle through his clothes and hair. The moonlight cast a hunting glow on him. He sat motionless on the grassy bank, if someone saw him they might mistake him for a statue.
Several minutes past before he opened his eyes, just as the surface of the lake surged. A small smile settled on his face, softening his pointed figures. He saw a shimmering tail flip above the water before disappearing. This was repeated several times as the creature swam closer in his direction. In a few short seconds a head emerged from the water a couple of yards away.
Moz stood and stepped into the lake. He walked with sluggish steps as the water weighed him down. He closing the distance between them and stopped when he was chest deep in the water. He reached out a hand and was grasped by the other's.
The nymph's hand was cold and slick, webbed between each finger, pale skin and and blue scales covered it— just like the rest of his body. His fingers were long and boney, and ended in sharp, black talons. Moz smiled and lifted his free hand and cupped then nymph's cheek. Their eyes met, Moz gazed up allowing himself to become lost in the depths of the purple irises. He brushed away the other's long strands of hair that dripped onto his regal face.
He pulled his hand back and melted into the bare chest in front of him. He felt strong arms wrap around him, pulling him tighter. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into the warmth of the nymph.
"I waited here for you every night since the last time." Moz spoke softly, breaking the silence between them.
He felt as he was pulled closer, but was given no other response to his words. A quiet sigh escaped from him, though it was from relief instead of annoyance. He hadn't expected a reply, he didn't need one. He understood without being told the reason.
Moz shivered as the nymph's hand moved up his back and intertwined in his black hair. He looked up as his locks were gently tugged back. He gazed up into the other man's face that was filled with intense emotion. Moz moved his arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling himself up slightly. He stood on his bare toes against the rocks. If he took another step he would drop off the ledge of the lake and into the vast emptiness. He wasn't scared though, the water had never frightened him.
He saw as those purple eyes wondered down his face, stopping at his lips. Moz lifted his chin slightly, inviting him in. Their lips brushed against each other softly at first, savoring the moment they finally had. Moz moves his lips with the pair that pushed against his. Their actions were fluid, unhesitating— their kisses came as easily as breathing. Slowly the sweet touch of their mouths turned into a passionate frenzy. Moz wrapped his legs around his waist and tangled his arms around him, one hand in his wet silver hair. The nymph held tightly onto Moz's waist with both hands, keeping him in place. His tail flicked excitedly causing them to move away from the rocks Moz had been standing on.
They broke apart suddenly, Moz opened his eyes. A shudder of pleasure passed through him when he saw the look it the nymph's eyes. A look of pure desire and need. Something he saw frequently when they met, though he never became use to it.
"Adamaris," Moz breathed before his mouth was once again brought into another eager kiss.
He let his eyes fall shut again and lost himself to the rough way Adamaris moved his hands along his body. Moz grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed himself up, deepening their kiss. Desperation filled them as they become closer, almost as if they were trying to meld themselves together. Adamaris held onto the smaller man's slim back before the fell backwards, plunging beneath the water.
Moz didn't pull away, instead he pressed himself harder against Adamaris. His legs were still wrapped around his waist, keeping them from drifting apart. They began to sink deeper into the dark water, but neither paid it any mind. Adamaris gave Moz air to breathe through their kiss. They clung together, losing track of time and floating along in the lake. They twisted around, entangled in each other's embrace.
Neither wanted to break away from the kiss, but soon Adamaris felt Moz shiver in his arms. Even if he could give him an unlimited amount of air, he was unable to provide him with warmth. He pulled back slightly and moved them towards the surface. Once they were above the water Moz breathed in the fresh air deeply. He leaned his check against Adamaris' chest as they flipped over so they were floating. Adamaris faced the sky and Moz laying against him, he untangled his legs from the nymph's waist and let them settle on top of his tail. They glided smoothly towards the shore of the lake. When they reached the shallow water Adamaris was careful to keep the rocks from scraping Moz's much more delicate skin. His scales were enough to protect him from the jagged stones.
When they reached the grassy land they stopped and laid together for a moment; halfway in the water and halfway out. Moz breathed in the scent of Adamaris' wet skin and hair. He ran his slender fingers through the man's tangled locks. A few moments later he sighed and began to remove himself from their embrace.
The flowing white tunic that swept down to his feet, clung to his body now that it was wet. There were two slits on either side up to his hips making movement less obstructed. He didn't wear anything underneath it, giving Adamaris a clear outline. The thin fabric had become somewhat see-through, even in the dark he could see the shape of Moz's body. As a nymph, nudity was second nature. He never understood a human's desire for modesty and confinement of clothing. Looking at Moz now, he could see the appeal. His slightly obscured figure enticed Adamaris.
Moz smirked, amused by the way he was watched. He stepped around Adamaris until he stood above his head. He leaned down and pulled him further onto the land. Moz had an impressive strength for his slim build, but even so the weight of a nymph was difficult to move. Once he has successfully dragged him entirely out of the water, Moz sat back and huffed from the exertion.
"I can stay with you for the next few days, but I have to return after that," Adamaris said. "Atlas is expecting me to represent the clan for the meeting."
Moz's brow pulled together, but he didn't say anything. Adamaris didn't usually discuss the business of his people. He had been told the basics about his clan and that they were trying to form an alliance with other clans. That was as much as Moz really knew. He wasn't even sure exactly what Adamaris' position in his clan was. Though from what he had gathered he seemed important. He had tried to press for information before, but his questions were always avoided. Eventually he stopped, knowing it wasn't Adamaris' fault. Neither of them spoke it aloud, but they were both aware that for nymphs having any sort of relationship with a human was at best taboo.
After a while of silence Moz felt Adamaris stir besides him. He looked over and saw him writhe and contort silently. He sat still, watching him avidly through the process. The first time he had seen him transform his tail into legs he was shocked and horrified. It wasn't pleasant and from what Adamaris told him it was incredibly painful. His tail seemed to melt off of him, blood leaked out of the openings as it formed into legs. He could see the tendons and muscles ripping apart and rebuild themselves rapidly until there was no longer a long tail and fins, but two bare, muscular legs.
Moz leaned over and placed his forehead on Adamaris'. He stroked his face as the nymph breathed heavily, his body shaking from the strain. Once Adamaris steadied himself he sat up slowly. He knew the longer they sat there the colder Moz would become. He wet clothes still hung on him, the breeze making him shudder.
They stood together and made their way towards a path that entered a wooded area several yards from the lake. They followed the worn trail, the grass soft beneath their naked feet. They held hands as they journeyed to their destination. After a ten minute walk they entered a clearing. A few lanterns hung on tall posts lit the pathway to a small wooden cabin. Ivy grew up the walls and over the roof, smoke plumed from the chimney, and the smell of burning herbs wafted towards them.
Moz opened the door when they reached the front of the cabin. The warmth hit him suddenly, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. His wet clothes were lightweight enough that they weren't uncomfortable, but the cold had started to sink into his bones. He quickly shut the door when they both passed through the entrance.
The inside was small, but pleasant. An open kitchen with a gas stove stood off to the side, a kettle with water sat ready to be heated. Freshly made food was wrapped up on plates, waiting for them on the wooden counter. On the other side of the room was a door leading to a large bedroom. A table with chairs stood next to it— a makeshift dinning area. In the middle of the room was a large loveseat, placed in front of a fireplace that was lit. A rug of animal skin lay on the ground in front of it. Between the loveseat and fireplace was a ceramic tub filled with fresh water. Moz always prepared a bath for Adamaris to wash in after he shifted, which usually left him a bloody mess.
Moz walked towards the bedroom to change, but was caught by Adamaris. He was wrapped in a strong embrace and given a deep kiss. Moz ran his hands down the man's defined chest, moving them until they clung to his back.
Adamaris turned them around and pressed Moz against the wall. His hands slowly drifted down the human's lithe frame. He lifted the fabric up where the slit in it ended, and put his hand underneath it. He traced his fingers along Moz's bare skin, causing him to let out a sensual moan. He moved his hand higher until it was above his rib cage. He rubbed his thumb across his thin chest, feeling him shudder as he grazed his sensitive parts. Adamaris pressed closer, moving his thigh between Moz's legs. He could feel as he started rubbing against his leg.
He released him and looked down at the dazed look in Moz's eyes. He could tell he was excited, the partially dried tunic left little to the imagination. Moz leaned forward, trying to continue the kiss. With a sly smile, Adamaris pulled back a little further.
"We should both clean up and eat before continuing." His voice was rough as he spoke.
Moz sighed heavily through his nose, before leaning against the wall. They removed themselves from each other and stood there for a moment to regain their composure. After a minute Moz headed to the bedroom, he shut the door behind him as he heard the gentle splashing of the tub.
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