Thalia jolted, a frustrated, desperate whine escaping her lips,
"Why did you stop!"
Aether glanced at her, his grin only widening, and pointed to her hand.
Thalia blinked, only just now feeling the pleasure radiating from her own body. She looked down... her hand was between her thighs, furiously rubbing her slit, two fingers already parting her lips, circling her clit. She was wet, slicker than she'd ever felt before, the heat of the spring no match for the fire burning inside her.
"H-Huh?" she stammered, shocked that she had lost control so completely, pleasuring herself openly, her blush spreading from her face down her chest.
Before she could run away in shame, even though she was usually shameless, for some reason she was feeling too much tonight. Aether's voice pulled her back, low and velvet and rough,
"There is nothing wrong… How about this… why don't we do it ourselves…?" His words curled through the steam.
