Not everyone agreed with the name at first. Even Lydia, his most stalwart supporter, averted her eyes and refused the name with vague recriminations. Serche outright argued with him - she wanted to name it something mystical and ridiculous, like "Fang of the Rakan", and "Pride of the Pack". Hardly a fitting name for what amounted to a twenty-foot barge. In the end, he had to thoroughly convince them... with his body.
Finally, they were able to agree on the name. If only because the ladies were too tired and sated from the hour-long fuck session that ensued to really disagree.
Trasnu, for his part, didn't really mind whatever the primitive vessel was called. But when he discovered the lengths that Aaron went to stand by it, it instantly became something to tease him with. Nevertheless, Aaron was firm. The name might be a bit cheesy, but was fitting. It was... a sort of acceptance. Like moving on.
It was already afternoon, but the sky was still dark. Huge, billowing clouds blocked out the sun. It seemed to Aaron like they were belligerent, floating giants, itching to storm down on them with the slightest of provocations. It lent the wide waters of the river a somewhat dark, mysterious air. The Paradise Lost sat on the water like a paradoxically floating boulder - a simple but robust creation made of thick logs and magically strengthened ropes.
The trees around their previous camp were too massive to cut by themselves with their stone tools, so they had to grow reasonable-sized trees from scratch. Inspired by Serche's expert displays of power, Aaron knew that they could sprout trees from their very seeds quite simply. With the shaman's insatiable wilding-driven sex drive constantly refilling Lydia's magic, it was almost unbelievably easy to grow as many trees as they needed, exactly as they wanted them to appear.
The labor for the cutting, trimming, and assemblage of the logs was the most time consuming and tiring part of the process - but between the three of them doing little else but fuck and work on the raft, they finished the whole thing just in time for Trasnu to arrive back from his scouting expedition.
He paddled to the Paradise Lost as Lydia floated peacefully behind him, his grip firm under her upper arm. The going was tough, but he took it easy, and after some time the young man finally touched the rough logs of the vessel. Serche hurried to toss them a rope ladder, and Aaron huffed as he grabbed it.
"But I don't want to get out of the water just yet," Lydia whined behind him. He turned to her with his eyes in an accusing squint. "The trip back helped me recover from my tiredness!"
"I should push you off me and let you drift back downstream." He sighed.
In response, Lydia just stared at him with her luminous red eyes, her lower lip jutted out in a slight, playful pout. As usual, Aaron couldn't bear the incredibly adorable sight. "Just a little more."
'Damn, she is getting good at that.'
Aaron told himself as he watched Lydia's head gleefully bob through the water, just out of arm's reach. She wasn't even a good swimmer, just enough to keep her head above the water and paddle clumsily, but she took to the water like a baby duck learning how to swim. She was quite addicted to it, insisting that they throw anchor and swim as often as they can.
Not that he could blame her. There was blessedly little else to do aboard the Paradise Lost.
At first, it surprised him that Lydia barely knew how to swim. She had, after all, lived most of her life in a port city. She explained, though, that Searle was exactly the reason why she couldn't learn - you couldn't be bothered with extra skills when most of your days were spent making sure you wouldn't starve.
Despite the coldness of the water under the cloudy sky, he felt a certain warmth as he gazed at Lydia's struggling form. Her delicate pink lips were already pruned, and her skin was so pale that Aaron could see the blue veins beneath - but her eyes shone like rubies and she glowed with a simple, happy flush. Her hair had grown. Dark red curls with streaks of yellow and orange now framed her heart-shaped face, reaching down to just below her jaw. Kind of like a very messy bob-cut.
She glanced at him, and she must have seen something in his eyes because she held his gaze and smiled brightly. The innocent, childish glee contained in her face was infectious, and the young man found himself beaming back at her. He wanted to pinch her cheeks and then kiss her, even if it might drown them both.
Lydia made her way back to him, latching onto his frame shamelessly as soon as she reached him. She sighed happily in his ear. "Ah, you make for a good resting post, master."
Aaron raised a brow as she looked down on him with a coy smile. She had her arms around his shoulder and her legs hooked around his waist. Her nubile body wrapped around him delightfully, perky chest pressed to his own. With the support of the rope ladder and his legs below the water, Aaron could just barely keep the both of them upright if he concentrated really hard - but damned if he'd sacrifice this moment just because of some slight discomfort.
"Happy to be of service." He smiled.
He wrapped an arm around her, his palm resting on her hip while his other hand held the rope tightly. Her eyes shone at him in their exotic, glittery lava hues, his touch seeming to melt the innocence and glee into a look that he knew all too well.
Lydia shifted her body down, her crotch seeking for - and finding - his already raging erection. Of course he was hard. Aaron believed he'd been just as conditioned as Pavlov's pet to expect fun times whenever the small sex-demon was around, river, or no river.
"Mmm happy indeed." Lydia murmured. She languidly arched her back, pushing her ass outwards and then in. Just like that, she began to grind into him under the water, creating small ripples all around them. All the while, she stared right at him with those luminous orbs of hers. "I have to repay you for being such a nice resting post." She explained.
"Are you sure you don't just want to feel the actual post?"
"Well, the post sure doesn't hurt, master."
Aaron's cock was so hard that it had begun to ache, chafing against the coarse cloth of his undergarments as Lydia delightfully rubbed into it. He tightened his arm around her. Her eyes slowly began to close, and he was about to lean in for a kiss that would undoubtedly landslide to more when they were both stopped short by a sound above them.
The pair looked upwards at the source of the indignant huff. "I can't believe you, Lydia! I was really worried about you - and then you jump the master the very second you got a hold of him."
Lydia grinned up at her cheekily. "You're just jealous 'cause Aaron isn't holding your ass like he is mine."
Aaron blinked. He wasn't - his hand was on her waist. After a look from Lydia, he got the cue and shifted his grip to bury his fingers into one firm, pliant ass cheek.
Her hum was approving. "Mm. Too bad you can't swim, or I bet it would be
you
he was holding like this."
"Insufferable girl." Serche admonished, her voice carrying just a bit of genuine annoyance. Yet looking up, Aaron noticed that her expression became less irritated and more contemplative as she pondered Lydia's statement.
That wasn't the only thing Aaron noticed. From his extremely low vantage point, Serche was standing just close enough for him to be able to completely see under Serche's small, improvised skirt. The Rakan woman wasn't fond of clothing in the first place - from the water, the glorious stretch of her silver fur from the bottom of her ankles to her nether regions was plain for Aaron to see.
"Naughty master." Lydia suddenly whispered in his ear. "Here I am literally perched on top of your hard cock, and you have your eyes on another woman?"
Aaron gulped, not turning away. "You didn't complain so much back at camp."
"That was then. It's been a long time since we've been alone together, my master. Do you think I wouldn't want to have you all to myself for a time?"
As she talked, Lydia stealthily reached under the water with her right hand. Her fingers honed onto his hard rod. She squeezed him as if in greeting, and then skillfully peeled his thin pants off just enough to expose his cock. Aaron shuddered at the direct contact with the chilly open water. His aching cock wasn't cold for long though, because as Lydia lowered herself back down the direct heat of her sex kissed his tip. She gave him a small wiggle of her hips before unceremoniously shoving down, engulfing most of his erect meat in one go. Aaron wondered when she'd taken off her underwear.
Lydia bit her lip as she issued a small, feminine grunt.
