"You're not hard," Anne said to Xerxes when they got to the grotto. "You want me to have sex with someone who isn't hard?"​

     Xerxes smiled.

     Then, it was like he willed himself to get hard. Anne watched until it became big and firm and thick.

     "Imagine that inside of you," he said.

     Anne looked around.

     "Where?" she asked. "Not in the water. I don't want to have to worry about drowning."

     Again, Xerxes smiled.

     He swept Anne up in his arms... 

     and then he rose.

     "You can fly," Anne gasped.

     "I have my talents," he replied.

​     All the stone in the grotto looked like, well, like stone, gray in color, except for one

large boulder of rock that looked made of crystal. To look at it was like looking through a prism. It stood, perhaps, twenty feet tall.

     Xerxes flew Anne to the top of that crystal rock.

     "Look at the way everyone's looking at us," Anne said. 

     "What they see will be distorted."

     "Still..." A wave of modesty washed over Anne like a breeze. She covered herself and lowered her head.

​     That lasted about a second. Then,

     "Fuck it," she said out loud. Her world had taken on a rosy glow because of the broove. It also made her horny as a horny toad. She opened her legs so that Xerxes could slide himself into her...

     after which, all thoughts of modesty or anything else flew out of her head.

     Xerxes drove himself into her with a power that all but made her climax with his first stroke, but then here came his second stroke, his third stroke. She wrapped her long, thin legs around him and opened her mouth wide to...to...

     "Aagghhh!"

     Her orgasm hit her like a seizure. Her fingers and toes cramped as she wiggled to draw every last drop of climax out of that outstandingly fine prick of his.

     Pant. Pant. Sweat. Then,

     "Fly me to my room, would you darling?" Anne asked. "I'd like to freshen up a little."

     "Of course."

     "I'm next!" Myanna called out after them as they flew away.

CONTINUE