Baze and the Nixie 2

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#37 of Tik Tik into the Wildlands

Baze remembers when she first met Melu while she tries to kill a monster that has infected her friend's lake. Whatever happened to that fey spirit that Baze spent that day with?

She may not like the answer

This is part of a series I did with kobold dell'arte. I'm now bringing it to you so everything is in one place. Baze belongs to kobold dell'arte. 

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Melu blushes an aquamarine color, nodding her head furiously.

"Well, I gotta say, I was a little scared... I had to be, given the circumstances. You got quite the grip, you know?" The kobold says, moving her hands to the nixie's wrists. "If I didn't have the chance to escape, I thought I would have drowned.

"Melu doesn't drown passers by!" she squeaks, watching Baze move her hands up along the kobold's body, quirking an eyebrow. "Melu only drowns the bad men."

"Same here," Baze muses, letting those webbed fingers rest near her neck. "I don't hunt down innocent forest dwellers, just those who kill people for no good reason. You've had good reason, and I trust you not to kill me.

Melu smiles, a bright warm thing that just damn well melts the kobold's heart. "Oh, thank you thank you, Baze!" she shouts, and with that, she tightens her grip around the kobold's throat, showing off her teeth as her grin grows, and she plunges her head into the water.

A rush of energy fills the ranger and she reaches up for her companion as well, a smile on her face, despite her precarious situation. But she doesn't grab her arms, or her wrists. Baze's fingers trail down along her body, down, down... for that sweet spot, just so she could hear that song-like cooing that comes from the pleased gasps of her newfound friend and lover...

Baze breaks free of the water, certain that the one who had pushed her down was distracted enough for her to make her retreat. She sloshes through the sludge and collapses on the nearby shore. Her ranger's gear holds her down, caked and drenched as it is, so she quickly throws it off. Now fully nude, she pushes herself up to her feet and quickly bundles up her things. Sure, she injured the creature, but she has no way of knowing if it's stuck to the water of if it's capable of coming to the land.

Her answer comes quicker than she hoped, as something wraps around her ankle. It's cold, slimy, but decidedly bony. She lifts her free heel and cracks down on the arm, only to hear another soul-shattering cry accompanying the bone-shattering crunch.

The ranger stumbles forward, spinning around, and wielding nothing but her claws as she stares, wide-eyed at the monstrosity before her.

It pulls itself up from the depths, a mud-caked monster with long, seaweed-choked hair. Its bony arms end in vicious webbed claws. One wrist cracks and pops in unnatural horror. From under the mass of hair, one red eye glows its malevolence at her, and the thin body underneath goes from what might have been a beautiful form at one point to a horrible amalgamation of cephalopod arms.

Through growling breaths, the lake monster's mouth curls up into a razor-sharp smile, and from that glowing crimson eye, a puckish twinkle shines. And then, it speaks.

"Ba~aze..." it coos, grabbing the ground, pulling itself closer to the kobold.

Baze steps back. "Oh no..." is all she manages to breathe out.

"You hurt me, Baze," the monster continued, its many arms writhing around, giving herself footing, pushing her to stand up, towering over the kobold. Her old, fairy body flops about like an uncontrolled puppet. "You cut me, damaged me!" It leans in front of her, its head propped up unnaturally. She reaches up with those clawed hands, pulling at her cheeks. "Why, Baze? I thought we were friends. You made love to me by the lake! I showed you my secrets! This is how you repay me?"

Baze spins around, seeking to slap the creature with her tail, but one of the lashing tentacles wraps around it and pulls her down. "Bad move, lover. Melu has been feeling needy. She's so happy you've returned!" she slumps down on top of her, the fairy body cold against Baze's back scales. She reaches up and sticks her fingers at the sides of Baze's mouth, pulling upward in a twisted grin. "Smile, lover-friend. Melu missed you. Melu needs you. Melu... will fill you nice and good!"

With that declaration, more tendrils shoot out from her underbody, wrapping around the kobold's legs and reverse hogtying her so that her arms and legs are tied together around the back. "Relax," Melu purs, scratching her broken fingers against Baze's cheek. "Melu won't kill you. Melu remembers our promise. Melu will keep you, forever... and ever... and ever!"

Some bubbles come from Baze's mouth as the nixie squeezes at her throat. Even if she could breath through the strangling hands, she is also submerged, but she keeps her eyes on the fey creature before her, smiling the whole time she's choked by her. Hands slide down along Melu's slick body, coated in some kind of film, much like a frog. She slips fingers down past the fairy's navel and pushes them up into her sex.

Melu gasps, tilting her head back. When she feels that sensation inside her, she loosens her grip. This gives Baze an opportunity of her own. She slides her fingers away, grabbing the Nixie by the thighs before pulling her, sliding the fairy's body up along her own.

The nixie lets go, squirming and splashing a bit, unsure what her submerged partner is up to. That is, she isn't until she feels her hips being pulled into the kobold's open and waiting maw. Melu's lips quiver as she leans back, her hands on either side of Baze as she gasps up into the air, closing those eyes and rolling those hips over her. "Aahah... M... Melu... ne... never has.. Mmm!"

Her words are unheard by the underwater ranger. Baze can feel the squirming body of the aquatic beauty and hear her cute squeaks as Baze's tongue lashes up into her dripping sex. The taste is quite exotic, yet familiar. Her love tastes of the purest of spring water, which only makes the kobold far more bold in lapping it up from her.

A kobold can hold their breath for longer than a human. Perhaps that wasn't something that the Nixie expected. She probably wanted to hold her down for no more than a minute before pulling the ranger back up, but Baze still has plenty of air in her straining lungs. Her heart beats faster, the excitement building within her as she eats Melu out, showing the terror of the lake that she may be a tricky fey spirit, but the ranger is also a rugged survivalist and passionate lover.

It doesn't take long for Melu to gush, her face fully flushed as she covers her face with her hands, letting out a long, creening croak as she spills out into the kobold's mouth. Lake water and nixie love fill Baze's maw, and with the Nixie in the throes of orgasm, it is no problem for the kobold to throw her off, either.

Melu splashes into the shallows with the kobold crawling on top of her. This time, however, she is the one who puts her fingers around the nixie's throat. The fey looks up to her with wide eyes as the dripping wet ranger stares back down at her with her narrowed gaze. A moment later, both females push against each other, entwining into a passionate kiss that splashes in and out of the water, sending the echoes of their loving all across the calm and quiet fairy forest.

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