Aquatic sexual Zone
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Category:
+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,775
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Aquatic sexual Zone
Aquatic Sexual Zone
Starring Tikal the Echidna
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Sega. I do not own them, nor do I make any money off of this.
By Ta-kun
The water’s of this part of the jungle were alway’s clear. A waterfall directly fell into the open clearing on the other side of the blue mass before spilling through a thin river. The vein stretched through the entire jungle, weaving and cutting before dipping down into the Aquatic Ruins. But astonishingly enough, few knew of the lagoon directly beneath the waterfall. Not that she was complaining about the solitude.
Tikal unwrapped the bindings on her legs from the thighs down, stepping out of her sandals. Tucking the shoes aside underneath a small fern, she quickly gave a glance around before reaching behind her waist. Her tribal printed skirt flapped as she folded it up and her exposed tail gave a stretching wag. Untucking her gloves from her fingers, she added them to the pile and wedged her thumbs inside her panties. She quickly pushed them down to her knees and stepped out of them, folding them up and stuffing them inside one glove. She stayed kneeled down as she tugged her tightened top up over her head, stuffing the bra inside the other glove.
Staying low with her chest to her legs, Tikal crept forward to the waters edge and slipped in, kicking along underwater for a moment before coming up sharply and inhaling. Her wet spines fell back against her and she ran her hands through it, her bust swelling as she stretched. The teenage echidna took a few more deep breathes, gently slipping her paws under her budding breasts, before diving back down and swimming towards the cover of some reeds.
This was her favourite spot to be when bathing. It was really her own private sanctuary. It was a mouth shaped access of the water, with ferns hanging low from the above trees. Reeds were lazily dangling across the opening, filtering the sun just so. Best of all, a broken piece of a marble column sat under the surface, acting as a perfect seat. Tikal tread water before planting herself on her private “throne”.
Leaning back against the bank, she spread her legs under the water and kicked about lightly, sighing as the water flowed around her upper waist easily. Tikal relaxed for a while, sitting calmly and thinking. It wasn’t long before her mind started wandering in any direction, and as her tail swept across the broken marble, she briefly thought of Knuckles, the guardian of the Master Emerald.
“I wonder what he’d say if he saw me now.”
Tikal ran both her paws over her teenage breasts. She was still developing, but she didn’t mind. They were already nice and well rounded, even if still small. Her soft dusty-pink nipples blended well against her orange fur, how they would go from a feathery bump to firm, sexy nubs when the wind would pick up.
Moving her paws down her midriff, Tikal pressed into the barely toned muscles of a pacifist. The complete opposite of the other echidnas of her tribe, who were born brushed with war and battles. This bothered her less and less these days, sometimes enjoying the thought and the flushes they would bring. Slipping her arms lower, Tikal gently padded a paw between her legs.
Fingers circled warm flesh slowly. Over and over she rubbed lightly, pressing into her warm sex. Tikal rested her head back and shut her eyes, balancing the edge of her middle finger against her opening. In her memory, Knuckles pulled his fist back sharply and knelt down, bringing his Shovel Claw down with piston force into the earth. The second arm followed suit and a pile of dirt and rock scooped up a few feet before the red echidna pulled out a sharp glassy emerald shard.
Tikal’s mouth opened and she moaned as her finger slid inside her, her thumb tucking up to brush against her clit. Her legs parted and closed a few times and she stretched her legs out under the water. Rolling her head from side to side, herchest puffed quicker as another thought of Knuckles formed in her head, climbing up the walls of Speed Highway with his arms only. Tikal moaned again, this time longer as her middle finger pushed further inside her tightness.
Sitting back further on her column, Tikal’s tongue hung out slightly as she shifted herself into a more comfortable seat. Spreading her thighs further apart and holding her right breast, the spiritual girl overworked her imagination to it’s limit. Chewing her lip, Tikal imagined Knuckle’s treading water before her. A play of her light powers and he was there. Transparent. Sparkling. A figment of her imagination.
“But what a figment you are...”
Tikal watched her Knuckles treading water under her, his large back-clawed hands pressing into her thighs and working their way up her body. She couldn’t feel it, something she hoped to one day, but for now the sight was enough to make her buzz with ecstasy. The phantom gloves moved up to her breasts and easily covered them, gently pressing and grounding into them. Tikal watched as she manipulated the vision to reach over, the Knuckles pressing his muzzle to her nipple. She watched on for a moment before the faintest tickle in the nipple got too much and she pulled her paw up, sweeping right through the red echidna’s body and neck to roll the pink nub herself.
The corner’s of Tikal’s reality started to blur and bend, and soon her mind’s eye bent Knuckle’s to perch under her, his transparency faded almost beyond sight under the water. Only the briefest outline of his hardness shone up at her, and Tikal moved her other paw towards her sex, middle finger rubbing against herself before slipping it in, timing it with the ghostly thrust.
The Knuckles faded slowly as Tikal lost her concentration. Her eyes were beginning to haze over and as her paw worked quicker her imagination dulled, replaced with desire. Finally she threw her head back and clamped her eyes shut, her index finger joining her middle as they plunged inside her hot slickness.
Her mouth hung open and an instinct driven moan poured out. Tikal drove her fingers in and out almost feverishly, thumb playing with her clit while her other paw clung to her breast, fingers rolling the nipple. With her last thread of sanity, she pictured Knuckles over her, kissing her neck and replacing her fingers with his hardened member. Tikal gave a long sharp moan over the sound of the water as her fluid cum flowed out from her sex.
Breathing deeply for a long moment, Tikal pulled her finger out of her tightness and looked at them. Her come clung to them, the water turning it sticky and instead of trying to wipe it off on the reeds she simply lapped it off. Scooping a handful of water she drank, swallowed and sighed. She felt tired, flushed, hot and cold, relaxed and satisfied. Moving her legs slowly off of the stone mount, Tikal dropped herself completely in the water and shuddered as it splashed against her heated fur.
Without waiting, she turned in the water and dipped, diving under the surface to smoothly move out into the open again. Swimming back to the shore, she ran her paws over her body in a scrubbing motion before standing up in the shallow waters. Pulling her bra over her breasts, Tikal felt a hot flush at the thought of Knuckles own paws roaming over them before shaking her head and pulling it on. As she did up her leg binding’s again, she wondered again how it would feel to have the guardian of the Master Emerald touch her there, and she left the lagoon’s edge hoping, deciding, that she’ll know.
Starring Tikal the Echidna
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Sega. I do not own them, nor do I make any money off of this.
By Ta-kun
The water’s of this part of the jungle were alway’s clear. A waterfall directly fell into the open clearing on the other side of the blue mass before spilling through a thin river. The vein stretched through the entire jungle, weaving and cutting before dipping down into the Aquatic Ruins. But astonishingly enough, few knew of the lagoon directly beneath the waterfall. Not that she was complaining about the solitude.
Tikal unwrapped the bindings on her legs from the thighs down, stepping out of her sandals. Tucking the shoes aside underneath a small fern, she quickly gave a glance around before reaching behind her waist. Her tribal printed skirt flapped as she folded it up and her exposed tail gave a stretching wag. Untucking her gloves from her fingers, she added them to the pile and wedged her thumbs inside her panties. She quickly pushed them down to her knees and stepped out of them, folding them up and stuffing them inside one glove. She stayed kneeled down as she tugged her tightened top up over her head, stuffing the bra inside the other glove.
Staying low with her chest to her legs, Tikal crept forward to the waters edge and slipped in, kicking along underwater for a moment before coming up sharply and inhaling. Her wet spines fell back against her and she ran her hands through it, her bust swelling as she stretched. The teenage echidna took a few more deep breathes, gently slipping her paws under her budding breasts, before diving back down and swimming towards the cover of some reeds.
This was her favourite spot to be when bathing. It was really her own private sanctuary. It was a mouth shaped access of the water, with ferns hanging low from the above trees. Reeds were lazily dangling across the opening, filtering the sun just so. Best of all, a broken piece of a marble column sat under the surface, acting as a perfect seat. Tikal tread water before planting herself on her private “throne”.
Leaning back against the bank, she spread her legs under the water and kicked about lightly, sighing as the water flowed around her upper waist easily. Tikal relaxed for a while, sitting calmly and thinking. It wasn’t long before her mind started wandering in any direction, and as her tail swept across the broken marble, she briefly thought of Knuckles, the guardian of the Master Emerald.
“I wonder what he’d say if he saw me now.”
Tikal ran both her paws over her teenage breasts. She was still developing, but she didn’t mind. They were already nice and well rounded, even if still small. Her soft dusty-pink nipples blended well against her orange fur, how they would go from a feathery bump to firm, sexy nubs when the wind would pick up.
Moving her paws down her midriff, Tikal pressed into the barely toned muscles of a pacifist. The complete opposite of the other echidnas of her tribe, who were born brushed with war and battles. This bothered her less and less these days, sometimes enjoying the thought and the flushes they would bring. Slipping her arms lower, Tikal gently padded a paw between her legs.
Fingers circled warm flesh slowly. Over and over she rubbed lightly, pressing into her warm sex. Tikal rested her head back and shut her eyes, balancing the edge of her middle finger against her opening. In her memory, Knuckles pulled his fist back sharply and knelt down, bringing his Shovel Claw down with piston force into the earth. The second arm followed suit and a pile of dirt and rock scooped up a few feet before the red echidna pulled out a sharp glassy emerald shard.
Tikal’s mouth opened and she moaned as her finger slid inside her, her thumb tucking up to brush against her clit. Her legs parted and closed a few times and she stretched her legs out under the water. Rolling her head from side to side, herchest puffed quicker as another thought of Knuckles formed in her head, climbing up the walls of Speed Highway with his arms only. Tikal moaned again, this time longer as her middle finger pushed further inside her tightness.
Sitting back further on her column, Tikal’s tongue hung out slightly as she shifted herself into a more comfortable seat. Spreading her thighs further apart and holding her right breast, the spiritual girl overworked her imagination to it’s limit. Chewing her lip, Tikal imagined Knuckle’s treading water before her. A play of her light powers and he was there. Transparent. Sparkling. A figment of her imagination.
“But what a figment you are...”
Tikal watched her Knuckles treading water under her, his large back-clawed hands pressing into her thighs and working their way up her body. She couldn’t feel it, something she hoped to one day, but for now the sight was enough to make her buzz with ecstasy. The phantom gloves moved up to her breasts and easily covered them, gently pressing and grounding into them. Tikal watched as she manipulated the vision to reach over, the Knuckles pressing his muzzle to her nipple. She watched on for a moment before the faintest tickle in the nipple got too much and she pulled her paw up, sweeping right through the red echidna’s body and neck to roll the pink nub herself.
The corner’s of Tikal’s reality started to blur and bend, and soon her mind’s eye bent Knuckle’s to perch under her, his transparency faded almost beyond sight under the water. Only the briefest outline of his hardness shone up at her, and Tikal moved her other paw towards her sex, middle finger rubbing against herself before slipping it in, timing it with the ghostly thrust.
The Knuckles faded slowly as Tikal lost her concentration. Her eyes were beginning to haze over and as her paw worked quicker her imagination dulled, replaced with desire. Finally she threw her head back and clamped her eyes shut, her index finger joining her middle as they plunged inside her hot slickness.
Her mouth hung open and an instinct driven moan poured out. Tikal drove her fingers in and out almost feverishly, thumb playing with her clit while her other paw clung to her breast, fingers rolling the nipple. With her last thread of sanity, she pictured Knuckles over her, kissing her neck and replacing her fingers with his hardened member. Tikal gave a long sharp moan over the sound of the water as her fluid cum flowed out from her sex.
Breathing deeply for a long moment, Tikal pulled her finger out of her tightness and looked at them. Her come clung to them, the water turning it sticky and instead of trying to wipe it off on the reeds she simply lapped it off. Scooping a handful of water she drank, swallowed and sighed. She felt tired, flushed, hot and cold, relaxed and satisfied. Moving her legs slowly off of the stone mount, Tikal dropped herself completely in the water and shuddered as it splashed against her heated fur.
Without waiting, she turned in the water and dipped, diving under the surface to smoothly move out into the open again. Swimming back to the shore, she ran her paws over her body in a scrubbing motion before standing up in the shallow waters. Pulling her bra over her breasts, Tikal felt a hot flush at the thought of Knuckles own paws roaming over them before shaking her head and pulling it on. As she did up her leg binding’s again, she wondered again how it would feel to have the guardian of the Master Emerald touch her there, and she left the lagoon’s edge hoping, deciding, that she’ll know.