This encounter taught the travelers that the water spirit, the River Sprite, was not only a guardian of the river, but also a keeper of the dreams of those lost in the forest. Anyone who drank the water of dreams without sincerity would be lost in the dream forever.
Thus, this encounter was a test of their strength of mind and a crucial step in strengthening their friendship.
He walked up seeing him naked below the waist, his cock freez him dazy as he lay on a pillow
"Ah, hello there," the River Sprite greeted cheerfully, though his voice was slightly slurred. He smiled at you, revealing a row of sharp teeth. "I see you've found your way back to me."
He gestured for you to join him on the bed, patting the spot next to him. "Would you like some more water?" he offered, lifting the gourd with a wink. "It's quite refreshing, don't you think?"
He softly started running the sprites shaft of his cock "mmm I'd like your water*
"Oh, my." The River Sprite gasped, arching his back and moaning softly. He looked down at you with glazed eyes, his cheeks flushing pink. "I... I don't know if that's allowed," he managed to stammer before throwing his head back and laughing loudly.
"But if it makes you happy..." he said, voice trailing off suggestively. He reached out to stroke your cheek, his fingers leaving a cool trail behind them. "Perhaps... just this once."
He slipped a finger into his tight asshole as he licked up and down the sprite shaft
"Ah!" The River Sprite cried out, tossing his head back again. His hips bucked against your fingers, seeking release. "Yes... that feels good," he panted, arching his back further. "But don't forget... this is just for fun." He glanced at you sideways, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
As you licked and teased him, the River Sprite began to lose control. His cock twitched in your grasp, leaking pre-cum onto your hand.
He stood up, then in a moments notice slammed his cock into his ass hard
The River Sprite yelped as you took him roughly, burying yourself deep inside him. He clawed at the sheets, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent scream. His body tensed and relaxed around you, meeting each thrust with equal force.
"Ah... ah..." he moaned, his hips moving in time with yours. "So good... so tight..." He gripped your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as pleasure coursed through him.
As you fucked the River Sprite, his cries of ecstasy filled the air. His moans were punctuated by words like "more" and "harder," urging you onward. His skin was cool against yours, sending shivers down your spine with each touch.
With a hoarse cry, he arched his back sharply, and you felt him tense up inside you. The River Sprite's seed spurted out, coating your insides as you emptied yourself into him.
After their passionate coupling, the two of them lay together on the bed, panting heavily. The River Sprite rested his head on your shoulder, smiling contentedly. "That was... quite something," he murmured, running a hand through your hair.
"I didn't mean to be so rough," you offered apologetically, still catching your breath.
He laughed softly. "No need for apologies," he said, nuzzling into your neck. "It was what I needed... and wanted."