The chill of the river air always settled over you when you knelt at the bank, but the scent of the freshly picked cucumbers was worth the effort. It was tradition, your grandmother’s promise to the river spirits for a bountiful harvest each year.
You placed the slick, green vegetables precisely on the mossy rock. Suddenly, a ripple, sharp and sudden, broke the glassy surface. A pair of wide, black eyes peered over the water line, followed by the distinctive, mottled green dome of a head.
"Three generations, farmer," a voice, raspy and slick like wet stones, slid into the air. "You, your mother, and her mother, without fail, have made sure to offer me only your best crops'' he continued. You didn’t jump. You were far too used to him now.
"Just upholding my end of the bargain, spirit." You smiled. He then hoisted himself onto the bank, the movement surprisingly graceful despite his squat, muscled form. His skin was slick, like polished jade, and the turtle-like beak of his mouth curved into something that might have been a smile. The small, concave dish resting on the top of his skull glistened with river water.
"Do you wish for more fertility and prosperity for your farm or maybe the knowledge of medicine?" he asked his voice, a low, guttural sound. "I'll offer all this to you, I only want a little extra in return" He grinned taking slow steps closer, his webbed fingers flexing.
"Oh? " you thought," and what would I need to give?" you asked, leaning into his scent of the faint, earthy smell of river mud and clean water.
"Pleasure. I've been watching you. I see the look on your face, it's almost like you're not only offering me your crops but also yourself, and I am one to jump at opportunities when they present themselves." His webbed hand on his hip. ''This is a win-win situation for you, my dear.''
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You then find yourself being led by him into the deep shadows beneath a willow, right at the edge of the bank, the ground soft with damp leaves. His hands, cool and strong, found your body, the webbed fingers surprisingly sensitive as they traced the curve of your hip.
''I do hope you can be a bit steady. I can't risk the water in my dome spilling; it weakens me. And I must have all my strength to properly handle you,'' he murmured, pressing his body against yours. His beak found your neck, the pressure firm but gentle, and then you felt his tongue, licking wherever he nipped with his beak, sending a shiver down your spine. Then, with a grunt, he positioned himself, and you caught a glimpse of his length before he pressed close. It was substantial, a thick, deeply ridged phallus, mottled dark green like polished river stone, slick with moisture. It lacked the soft texture of human flesh, instead feeling dense and hard, almost cartilaginous. The head was blunt and rounded, but the shaft was covered in pronounced, firm ridges that spiraled slightly, promising an intense friction against soft tissue. You gasped at just the sight, already wet from imagining what it felt like inside.
''Be still," he commanded, his voice tight. He entered you in one deliberate, deep motion.
"Ah!" The sound ripped from your throat, your mouth forming an o as you take a sharp intake of air. He paused, his breath hot against your ear. He began to move, each thrust a powerful, calculated drive that pushed you to the brink. Your legs spread wider around his hard waist and shell, giving more access. The sensation was overwhelming as his dick had a curve going upwards like a hook. (alexa play captain hook by megan thee stallion) The feeling sensational as the head rubbed against your cervix. You could literally see him moving inside as your belly bulged with every thrusts.
"Hnnngh," he grunted, his effort audible. He slammed into you, deep and rhythmic. The sounds of skin on skin echoed beneath the willow. You arched back, your own pleasure building, threatening to make you thrash wildly.
"Be still!" he hissed, grabbing both of your ass cheeks between his webbed hands instantly, squeezing a bit harshly when you move too much or try to close your legs. You bit your lip, suppressing a rising scream, turning it into a hum of pure need. He took your restraint as a signal, driving deeper, faster, until your muscles contracted around him in a tight, convulsive wave. You cried out, the release shattering. He followed immediately, his body trembling, letting out a deep, satisfied groan that vibrated through your core. He collapsed forward, his weight heavy on your chest before slowly lifting himself. He looked down at you heaving, his cum spilling out of you.
"I'll see you tomorrow, farmer," and with that he disappears below the slow currants of the river.
(This one's a bit longer than anything else I've written, I got the idea and just couldn't stop adding details after XD)
