The morning was a balmy one. The Dryad had woken up from her sleep amongst the branches of the trees. Birds flew past her leafy hair and fluttered around her ears "What a day to walk in the morning" they sang. The Dryad listened whilst stretching out each limb. Then with a flex of her supple body she sprang to the ground. The sun lit up the contours of her willowy body, and the woodland saw her. Like a leaf from the tree where she lived, she flitted along the glades, floating from shadow to shadow. The bracken caressed her legs as she ran; branches curled around lovely breasts and white thighs. The woods did not want her to leave them.

Suddenly she came upon a bright light, and her hands flew up to shield her face. The Dryad's large brown eyes were unaccustomed to direct sunlight- hers were eyes used to dappled shadows. Here was the edge of the woods. Through her fingers she could see a long strip of silver water writhing through reeds. She stepped closer into the sun and it poured over her skin like liquid gold, warming her back and massaging the damp of the forest from her curves.

The Dryad crept closer to the water, bewitched by the burning silver of its surface. She stepped through reeds and soft earth which clung to her legs and whipped her skin. The water glinted seductively, then stretched out before her in a wide lagoon.The god had seen the nymph and desired her to step into his waters.

He sent the tide lapping up to the edge where her toes rested into the waterbank. The breezes rustled the reeds "come closer" they whispered "look at the water". The wind swayed the leaves of her hair and the branches of her body. The Dryad spent her days caressed by breezes and buffeted by the storms. They were her lovers and she followed them, tentatively stepping into the liquid god.

She gasped as his hands in the riverbed oozed over her feet, fixing yet caressing them in soft mud. He gently pulled and sucked at each toe, sending mud sucking over her white feet; encouraging them to plunge downwards. At first the Dryad stumbled a little, but the breezed buffeted her and steadied her. The water continued to rise and lapped at her long legs, encoraging her to wade in. It was warm and caressing. The god savoured each contour of her ankles and calves, flicking ripples of water over her knees. The Dryad gasped as the water reached the beginning of her soft large thighs; she felt the pressure increase as the current grew stronger.

The god licked the inside of her legs with swelling water. Higher and higher he crept, savouring her firm legs and tasting her woody-fragranced skin which grew softer here, curving up to mossy hair between her legs. Resisting the urge to pull her under, he lapped higher, water growing cooler now, lapping faster.

The Dryad was close to being half submerged in the lake. The sudden coolness of the water made her take a sharp intake of breath, her breaths were becoming quicker, her breasts heaving with the activity. The water sent shivers through her whole body, making each hair upon her arms and torso stand upon end. She was moaning quietly now with a feeling not altogether unpleasant.

Her mouth had become dry, so she swept her arms into the lake and brought the water up to her lips. The liquid ran in rivulets down her forearms and dripped onto her breasts and nipples, which hardened with the touch.

By now the god was swelling with purpose and he sent the waves higher. They flicked at the very tip of her clitoris, audibly lapping between her thighs. She hovered then upon the very brink, letting her body tense as the water flicked at her quickly on the very tip. it teased and excited her; the god begged her to fall into him.

As the body of the Dryad slid into the water, the god sent an ecstacy of swirling water up inside her. Her waterlogged dress clung to her rounded belly, waist and swaying breasts as her legs began to buckle under her, feet still sucked by the mud of the riverbed. Liquid touches pushed and swirled over her clitoris, the god's lips and tongue welded between her legs.

Slowly she parted her thighs, and impatient, he pushed them apart with his watery hands. Fingers slid inside her, he was still kissing her clitoris with his cool mouth. She had lost her footing as the pleasure built up; focused upon that one sensation between her legs she slid back into the pool.

The god's watery grasp was felt on her waist and backside and she writhed a little as he probed deeper. Her own liquid flowed out of her body, meeting that of the god and he tasted its sweetness. His hands parted her buttocks - now he had command of her whole pelvis- and his water massaged at her anus, slowly pushing into her body, increasing the pressure on both sensitive points.

The Dryad groaned as the god slowly took possession of her. She could now feel that he was a god, could feel him stretched underneath her. She had heard the stories of nymphs seduced by rivergods, and they flooded through her mind, stories of lust and seduction. But with this god she was special- this was happening to her. She was beautiful.

Unable to sustain himself for much longer, the god positioned himself underneath the Dryad. As she floated along his surface, he wrapped his arms over her, his huge watery hands lapping her soft slippery breasts. She was groaning, her buttocks and back writhing over his chest and hips, her thighs spread for him.

He sent a wave to push her upper body upright so she staddled him, facing away, and he slid his penis inside her. The Dryad gasped as this watery thickness filled her vagina and pulsated through her. With a sigh she splashed back into the water, feeling watery hands stroking her neck, breasts and nipples and the lake flooding her inside her vagina. Opening her lips, the pool lapped over her tongue, sucking and pulling at it with the tide. She swallowed the god into her stomach. He swelled within her intimate cavities until she almost could no longer stand the pressure.

The god was pumping into her now with clean firm strokes. She could feel the massive muscles of his thighs and stomach under her own hands and thighs, his rough fingers on her waist, pushing her up and down his body. The fingers of his other hand stroked her clitoris, pressing harder as his thrusts grew stronger, pushing into her again and again. His body of water now slapped at the backs of her thighs and spine, her breasts bouncing through the water as he rocked her to orgasm.

It lapped through her body as she rode him, grinding her buttocks into his pelvis. She began to whimper with the magnitude of the climax that swelled inside her, almost too delectable for her body to stand. Her legs stiffened with the first spasm of her orgasm and she stretched them into the air where the breezes kissed and caressed them.

"Good girl" they lisped "beautiful girl. Isn't this good- feel the water, feel him caressing you. Good girl yield to him".

Her whole body spasmed, water rushing through her vagina and anus, the muscles of her pelvic floor struggling to contract around the massive penis plunged deep inside her. Pleasure exploded again in a frenzied pressure point between her legs; the god sent watery seed flowing inside her as his thrusts grew quicker and shallower in his own orgasm, completed by one last plunge which sent a wave rippling accross the pool.

The Dryad was spent, her vagina hot where she had been fucked, her anus and clitoris to tender to be touched, so strong was her orgasm. She could see the sun bouncing off the ripples of the lake, and the breezes cooled the beads of sweat running down between her breasts and along her ribcage, kissing them away and blowing over her nipples.

The sun felt warm on her front and the god lapped cooling water over her flushed face. She could see her long hair clinging to her breasts and floating around her shoulders.

The tide of the pool slowed, as time itself appeared suspended by what had occurred. The god was supporting her but still pushing her body along. His rythmn encouranged her to doze, as drowsy and drugged with sex she yielded her body to the lake.