Our kiss was wet and tangy. Chlorine mixed with spit, twisting the taste. My body was just adjusting to the temperature of the water, warming up as time passed, but Leila was warmer still, like a human-shaped jacuzzi in the middle of the swimming pool.
I was still the one swimming, holding Leila up as I treaded water. She had her eyes shut. Without my hands she'd sink in a second, and that was just how she wanted it. She could close her eyes, not worry about a thing, and be mine, just for tonight.
I broke the kiss, pulling my tongue free from her throat. Leila gasped at my sudden absence, her eyes still closed, and gasped again as I spun her around. My hands left her ass. One dug into the depths of her tight shaved pussy. The other was for stability. It grasped her throat, holding just tight enough for her to feel.
Her head was pushed back into the crook of my neck, wet strands of blond hair sticking to my face. I spat a bit out of my mouth and went to work.
It was a rough task at first. I hadn't done this sort of thing before, and only had a general idea of how it worked. But I paid close attention to her reactions. When something made her shiver, I leaned into that. When nothing my fingers were doing got any reaction, I switched it up. I squeezed her throat tighter. She whimpered, and her pussy contracted, squeezing my fingers in return.
My cock hardened in between our bodies, running between her ass cheeks and rubbing her lower back. As her body tensed and quivered she grinded against it, only making me stiffer.
"Feel that?" I thrust my hips forward, clapping against her ass with a wet 'plap'. "This is your fault."
"Are you asking me to do something about it?" Leila gasped out.
"No. I'm ordering you to."
At the word order I felt her contract and spasm, cumming against my fingers. I kicked the water and propelled us toward the edge of the pool, her limp body draped across my own.
When we reached the rim I turned us around, hauling myself out of the pool. I sat on the tile, my legs still underwater beneath the knees, Leila bobbing between them. She stared up at me, but I could only see part of her face. My cock covered the other half.
"Suck," I commanded.
She reared back, unhinging her jaw.
Her whole body bobbed as she shoved her way down my shaft. I don't think she was even swimming. Her hands held onto my thighs and her throat was mooored around my cock, keeping her afloat.
She took three-quarters of my length inside of her with every slow, hard-fought descent. Wet gurgles from her throat matched the soft splashes of the pool against the wall. Chlorinated water and saliva dribbled out each corner of her mouth, wet hair plastered to her cheeks and neck.
My hands nestled behind her ears. Leila's eyes flickered up to mine as her head bobbed, which was hot all on its own. I smirked down at her. Then I pushed.
The gargling got louder. Leila took it like a champ as I pushed her up and down. Her hands left my thighs, one gripping the rim of the pool while the other dropped beneath the water. From the moans that leaked out in the gaps between the gargling, I had a pretty clear idea what that hand was doing.
"We shouldn't get the pool dirty," I said, casting my eyes around the pleasant lounge that had housed our party, the best night I'd had since waking up. "That would be rude. You know what to do."
I decided to interpret the unintelligible cacophony my question got as a 'yes'.
My hands quickened their pace, forcing her up and down faster. I felt it coming all the way from my balls, the sudden rush of the oncoming orgasm. Just at the moment it built to a climax, I made sure I was as deep in Leila's throat as I could go.
Four separate spurts painted the insides of her esophagus. I groaned, my grip loosening. Leila slowly slid her head off of me, her eyes half-closed the entire way.
As she caught her breath, clumsily treading water, I leaned down. Hooking my hands under her armpits, I lifted her into my lap.
My position had no leverage, but I wasn't a mortal anymore. With the strength that even my regular body possessed, hefting one girl was no problem at all. Her tight ass landed against my pelvis, my cock rising between her upper thighs. Her skin there was slick with more than pool water.
While Leila caught her breath my hands roamed her body. I gave her thighs a squeeze, trailed fingers up her tight, lithe sides, and gave her perky breasts a few absent gropes. She trembled at my touch, shuddering as I explored her body. Her legs squeezed together. The area between her legs was getting wetter, not dryer, despite having left the pool completely.
"Hmmm… Yep. It's exactly as I thought," I said. "You're sexy."
"And what does that make you want to do?" she asked eagerly.
"Probably something like this."
She squeaked as my hands grabbed her sides above the hips, lifting her up as effortlessly as they'd dragged her out of the pool. Her whole body was lighter than a pillow to me. I glanced down, making sure I was aiming right. Then I rammed her down on my cock.
She let out an odd noise something like, "Ouhanga!" as my whole penis filled her instantly. She was a small-ish girl, so I couldn't imagine she had a whole lot of extra room inside of her right now. Just like with her head, I bounced her body in rhythmic but forceful cycles. Our reflections were visible in the pool. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her breasts shaking and bouncing wildly, and was filled with a sense of satisfaction that ran deeper than simple lust. Doing this sort of thing was a part of me now. It just felt right.
I wanted to make the moment even better, to push the boundaries of what I was capable of. The more I did it, the more pleasuring a girl became natural to me, like muscle memory burbling out of my core. I let go of Leila's left side.
One hand on her hip was enough to continue pulling her up and down like a toy. My other hand grabbed her wet hair in a vice grip, clumping damp strands together. When I pushed her up, her hair caught her like a leash, bending her neck back toward me. Then she'd descend, her neck would go straight again, and she'd grunt as my stiff head battered her womb.
The sounds coming from her throat hardly sounded like a human anymore, but her pussy at least was communicative. Orgasm after orgasm dribbled down my cock as the muscles between her legs tried their best to constrict my cock to nothing. I came too, but rather than tire me out I only felt energized after. Heat burst from my godly core, fueling me to keep pushing, to keep fucking.
I dropped so that my back was to the tile, pulling my legs out of the pool. My feet found purchase and lifted my pelvis into the air. Leila, who'd fallen back flat to my chest, only went on wailing.
Using the new position, I thrusted with enough force and speed to match our prior pace. This time, though, it felt even better. Manhandling a beautiful girl like Leila could be wonderful, but nothing compared to the feeling of actually moving myself. The claps of our flesh together made the windows behind us vibrate. I wondered how many bedrooms were close to the pool and if anyone could hear us, before deciding it didn't matter.
If they were listening, let them.
That thought pushed me into a frenzy. I moved faster than I'd realized was safe, so hard I briefly worried about Leila's health before feeling her cum again. She'd be sore and as red as Apollo's cattle after this, but from her moans and the way she was holding onto my hands, it was more than worth it in the moment.
This orgasm was my last, fed with all the energy that had been building up in me. It fired deep inside her. My cum filled every cranny she had to offer, and as our bodies tensed and stilled, I felt excess leaking out in thick gooey trails. As we lay there, my hands absently played with her breasts. Just because I could.
The night was cold, by that point but it hardly felt that way. Both of us were sweaty and breathing like we'd run a race. I wasn't sure Leila was completely conscious. I decided something then and there, surrounded by the leftover tables and old cans from the night, a beautiful thoroughly-pleasured girl cuddled against me.
"Parties are awesome."
I had plenty to deal with, from figuring out what Prometheus's game was, to implementing his new strategy, to keeping the rest of my followers alive. I'd already lost one, after all.
But that was then. It was all in the future, while tonight was an opportunity to forget all that and keep my sanity. Like Leila said: everybody needs a break. And for right then…
I was going to enjoy mine to the fullest.