"What do you want to do?" she asked, confusion evident in her voice, unsure of Orion's intentions.
Orion, instead of offering words in reply, found himself irresistibly drawn to the alluring outlines of her apple-shaped buttocks, hidden beneath the flowing fabric of her transparent gown. With a slight touch, he traced his two middle fingers along the expanse of her dry fountain, rubbing it with the fabrics of her dress, as if seeking the secrets hidden within the private landscape between her legs.
"Uhhh~~~" The Princess of the Garden let out a soft moan.
Not having yet removed her gown, the fabric danced upon her feminine depths, parting the silken lips like a lioness's roar, awakening the once parched fountain to a glistening life, leaving it quenched and lively.
