When Mira woke, she was still soaking wet. The leaf-sheets below her were damp, and so was her dress.

"Wow," she said to herself, feeling covered in his seed. Even her ankles felt wet and sticky from half dried semen.

She began to sit up, inching over the damp bed to the edge. When she stood up, liquids begin to spill out of her. Although she had only slept for a few hours and had cum only a few hours ago, the liquid running out of her insides made her hot and aroused all over again.

"Ezra," she called, uncertain with what to do with herself. She was leaking his juices, and she had no idea how to operate the shower or bath. She didn't even know where any towels were.

She heard him walking through the small hall outside and enter the room. "You need something?"

She turned around to look at him, her legs drenched with streams down to her ankles.

"Help me."

He laughed, slightly embarrassed. But not as much as she was.

"Come," he waved her over towards the bathroom door, and he went inside, and pulled one of the two vines. But not the one that activated the showering leaf above their heads. He pulled the vine that opened a long hole in the wall that allowed water to spill out like a mini waterfall. Mira began to pull off her dress, and she threw it in the corner, wondering how'd she ever get the cum out of it without a proper washing machine.

He took her hand and she eased into the giant shell tub, the surface of it warm to the touch even though only an inch or two of water had been filled so far.

"Can I join you?" He asked, and she agreed.

He pulled off his shirt first, revealing the stone hard abs covered in blotchy tiger stripe markings. When he pulled off his pants, she studied the markings. They moved over his ribs, and then down the sides of his legs. But his marks weren't like Tuku's or the other men's at the selection ball. His markings were almost completely symmetrical on both sides, like butterfly wings.

He stepped into the water, and the markings began to glow blue. The water was only about up to their knees, so he turned and opened the water fall slot in the wall—the one that was a little more like a vent.

"Why do your markings glow?" Mira asked as the water built faster. She sat in the dip of the shell, the water covering her legs and waist as she crossed her ankles out in front of her. He sat down beside her, letting the water pool over more of his body, making more of his markings glow.

"It's a reaction our skin has to the water."

"Why didn't you glow in the hot tub at the cabin?"

"Because the water there was treated so it wouldn't cause the reaction. Some of the first women to arrive were a little put off by it and they suggested we wait to show any new women until you get used to the surroundings a bit more."

"I'm not put off by it," she said, reaching out to him. "Do you mind?"

He shook his head once. "Not at all."

Her fingertips ran over his leg, feeling the normal non-glowing skin. Then they traced over the glowing skin. It felt the same. "That's so cool," she smiled. "If we have a baby will it have your markings or my skin?"

"A little bit of both. It'll probably have less than me, but more than you." He gave her a small, playful grin.

She glanced at him, and then looked at his hand when it became emerged in the water. The diamond shape just below his knuckles was not glowing blue, instead, it was a soft white light.

"Why are those different colors?"

Ezra thought about telling her, but he wasn't quiet ready to fill her in on reality. So instead of admitting that they were white because of his royal heritage, he avoided the question.

"You are so cute when you're being curious," he said, letting his hand find her face. Then he leaned in, his other arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close. Their lips pressed against each other, and he held her there for a long moment. Her fingers reached for his face as well, until they were holding each other. She parted her lips, inviting his tongue inside, and he took the invitation gladly. The water filled higher, up to her chest. It bobbed at her breasts for a few short moments before spilling over her nipples and up to her shoulders.

She finally broke apart and stopped him. "I think you can turn the water off now," she said quickly. Although the shell was still a few feet from being filled, she wasn't exactly in the mood for a swim.

"But you haven't even seen the best part yet," he smiled slyly, and then dipped his head under water.

It was only a few seconds before she felt his tongue caressing her clit. She remembered then that Jayku had larger lungs and a different shaped heart, allowing them to hold their breath longer. Her hands reached for the top of the shell, and she pulled herself up higher and higher as he dug in deeper with his tongue.

She had never had sex in the water, oral or otherwise. She wondered, only briefly, if it was a common thing for Jayku's since they could hold their breath for several minutes.

He licked the highest peak of her vag, making her arms threaten to collapse. As she shook against his mouth, she felt the warm water pooling against her sensitive skin, the bubbles of him letting out air vibrating against her. Her elbows gave in and she slipped under water. He caught her and found her lips, kissing her underwater before pulling her up to stand.

"You are relentless," she said through heavy breathing.

"I just like you to feel good. It makes me feel good."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him as his dick found its way into her. She gasped at the water rushing into her with him, and he let her float up and then pulled her back down to him, water spilling into her mouth every thrust.

The water clung to her lips, and she spit the liquid out slowly each time she came up. The sensation of the water dripping into her mouth made her thirsty for something else.

All of a sudden, she pushed herself off of him and reached for the water vent. She shut it quickly, and reached for the small stepping ladder hanging on the edge of the tub. She pulled herself out, and Ezra followed her.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

She nodded, watching him climb out of the tub after her. They were both dripping wet, but Mira didn't care. As soon as he stepped close to her she fell to her knees and opened her mouth to take him in.

She surprised him, making his gasp, but as soon as her lips began to run over the length of him manhood, he fell back to lean against the wall. Her tongue slid back and forth against the bottom of him, and she sucked him in so far the top of him hit against the back of her throat.

She went backwards, squeezing her lips against the top of his penis and moving her tongue the opposite direction, making him moan. She lifted her lips from his skin and looked up at him. "I want to taste you," she whispered against his flesh, tickling him slightly.

He understood then what he needed to do. His dick was too big for her to get him off this way, her mouth was too small to suck hard and fast enough. So he took his hand and began jerking himself against her lips. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, letting him bring the tip against the center of her tongue when he grew close. She felt the slimy liquid coming out, but it wasn't his real cum—not yet. She flicked her tongue to lick him like an animal, enjoying every taste. And then the liquid slammed against the back of her throat, dripping down the sides of her neck. She kept her mouth open wide, and felt the warm cream pour over her lips, underneath her tongue, pooling around her gums. And she loved the taste of him, so sweet like the berries he had given her that morning. She swallowed as much as she could as the rest of him spilled out onto her lips, over her chin, dripping down her neck and over her bare breasts. She took his cock into her mouth and gave him one last suck before his body jerked in response.

She licked her lips and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, licking her fingers afterwords. "You taste amazing," she said, sucking his cum off her fingers.

Ezra picked her up, cradled her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He set her on the edge and yanked her knees apart, his tongue tracing the slit between her legs. He buried his face into her, licking her so quickly she began to shake immediately. She came so quickly he almost didn't believe it, but when her own liquid began to spill outside of her he knew it was true.

He stopped then, kissing her stomach before crawling onto the bed and laying down next to her. Suddenly, she laughed, and after catching her breath she stood up and glanced down at her body. "So much for the bath."

He smiled up at her, his seed dripping over her chin still, running down her neck and over her nipples. It began to race towards her stomach when he stood up and took her hand, leading her back to the water.