To the depths

The mood of the young, well-groomed sergal female roughly corresponded to the gloomy sky and the noisy ocean. She barely found a captain who would agree to take her to the island of Khmar, and he charged her a soul and a half in payment. But it should be worth it! It was there, as ancient maps testified, in half-submerged caves, that the Ladon’s Lute was hidden — a legendary artifact that subordinated the will of others to its owner. A great prize. Clepsydra knew that she would have to prepare thoroughly — and if not take scuba gear, then at least take care of magical ways to protect herself in dangerous waters. For example, the amulet around her neck was supposed to allow her to breathe underwater for a while, as if it were air. She took only the lightest of clothes — a top to her stomach and a small tunic that covered her lower body, but didn’t restrict her movements. Sergal stroked the amulet, as if checking its presence, and then approached the captain: “Will we be sailing soon, huh?” Clepsydra asked him with a sly smile, looking around. “I won't come too close,” the shaggy dragon, who was the captain, opened his wing, signaling the spirits controlling the ship to stop. “There’re not only monsters pampering, but also reefs. I'll lower the boat for you for an extra fee, but if you don't need it, I wish you a nice dip”. Although the sea should have been more noisy near the shore, here it was ominously silent. The gray rocks, covered with moss and stunted grass, were barely discernible behind the thick fog, and the water looked dark green because of the rotting algae. More than one wrecked ship could be seen through the moisture, their green masts crookedly sticking out of the water like dead trees in a swamp. “Nice to take a dip? Who do you think I am?” thought Clepsydra with a mental snort. Being very narcissistic, she didn’t like such a tone towards herself, but now she realized that what difference did it make whether she sailed on a boat or on her own? There is magic, and that's good. “I'll get there myself. And don't shake me any more,” she nodded and stared at the rocks, turning away from the furry dragon. The place looked quiet, but there were shadows floating here and there under the water. Not wanting to waste time, Clepsydra jumped first onto the side of the ship and then, adjusting her clothes a little, pushed off with her hind legs and jumped into the water. Unaccustomed to it, she first took a deep breath and held it, but remembering about the artifact's work, she suppressed the reflex and calmly began to breathe. Inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale. It was very unusual to feel that you were inhaling not moisture, but real air, which generated an artifact near her nose with every breath. However, anyone gets used to the good stuff quickly, and once she got used to it, she headed deeper, helping herself with her tail. “Just don't lose the artifact, otherwise problems may start”. The abundance of water and underwater thickets both fascinated Clepsydra with their strangeness and frightened her. The swaying of the algae that grew all over the bottom and even on the ships was like the swaying of the wool of the seagull itself, which floated through the water column. The sea seemed to be humming in her big ears, responding with a quiet roar to every stroke, but the water was more gentle for his body than for her ears, stroking her with warm, clinging streams. “Maybe I should have taken off all my clothes so that they wouldn't flutter around now, hampering my movements?..” Clepsydra was really thinking of leaving her clothes on for a while, even though she was already dressed lightly. But surely no one would see her beautiful body underwater, which attracted dozens of males? Her firm breasts and graceful hips… After some thought, she swam up to one of the ships and pulled off first her T-shirt and then her tunic, leaving them hanging on one piece of wood. Right now, Clepsydra was only wearing an artifact that allowed her to breathe. Having thrown everything into herself, sergal felt much better and more natural, and then she began to swim more quickly into one hold, then into another, taking her time — she didn't have to waste air, which meant there was no point in rushing. Pausing, Clepsydra discerned in the roar of the water a fascinating outlandish sound, as if a long-drawn song to the music of a stringed instrument. This melody came from the mouth of an underwater cave, which was especially strange and even incredible, because even with the help of magic, you can't sing and play underwater. Clepsydra was interested. Wasn't that what she was looking for? The lute was not the most ordinary, which means that it could be there. Smiling underwater, sergal, gracefully bending her body, moved there, slightly pressing her tummy and her hind legs to her tail for greater convenience. However, someone was already following her. And darkness was already gathering over Clepsydra. It was still unnoticeable, but it became clear that the song attracted not only her. Three lithe figures of sea dragons slid out — graceful snakes with fins, paws and long strands of whiskers. They took a closer look at the alien in their underwater kingdom — she moved gracefully, but still not like in her native element, and the magic that kept sergal alive is not such a reliable thing.… After exchanging glances, the creatures set off in different directions, twisting like ribbons, hoping to surround the treasure hunter. Clepsydra had only a minimal level of foresight, but it was enough to notice that someone was here. She slowly turned around in the water and froze in place, looking around. “Mgglb?” Several bubbles burst out of her mouth. She could waste as much air as she wanted—the artifact would generate a new portion anyway. However, she didn't notice anyone. The snakes had obviously managed to hide from the watchful gaze of the sand snake. With a mental grunt, she swam into the cave, but more cautiously, where she soon disappeared. But she won't be there alone for long. The tunnel, winding and faceted, led away into darkness, although the music became clearer, it was impossible to focus only on it in the water and earth. Clepsydra thought about lighting and created a glowing ball of magical energy. And then she shuddered, screeching into the water in surprise with a whole column of bubbles — sea dragons swirled around her, squinting. Three sea dragons were graceful, flexible, covered with scales that shimmer beautifully in the light of the ball of energy — emerald green in one, bright turquoise in the other, dark blue and almost merging with the darkness in the third. The thin, elongated whiskers on the tips of the muzzles and the fins running along the back and abdomen swayed beautifully to the beat of their hypnotizing, mesmerizing movements in the water. As soon as the light picked them out of the darkness, the longest and most flexible of the trio, emerald one, began to swim closer to the uninvited guest, shortening the distance with each circle around Clepsydra, brushing her whiskers or the edge of the fins on her tail, which touched sergal in various delicate places — first with her hips, then with her breasts. Clepsydra involuntarily shrank, feeling the touch in particularly intimate places — wasn't she undressing so that some snakes would just paw her? But mentally assessing the odds against them, she decided to slowly sail away, hoping that they would lose interest in sergal, who swam to the wrong place. Unfortunately, Clepsydra made a mistake with this, because the gaze of the bright green eyes of the snake that was most interested in her was still fixed on her, as she saw when he changed location with her, continuing to close the distance - and now when his tail touched the graceful hips, tracing them as if deliberately. Slowly, sergal had little reason to doubt his intentions. Clepsydra hissed — she didn't want it to end that way, so she cupped the snake's head in her palm and pushed it away, trying to retreat deeper into the cave herself. Oh, and she didn't like it. She was stopped by the tail of one of the snakes left behind — it wrapped around her hind leg like a tentacle and, tickling under her knee and bringing the tip of the tail back to her foot, pulled sergal back to the scaly ones. “Mmmph!” sergal howled involuntarily, already worried. Of course, she was surrounded by some lustful snakes, hungry for her body, like males surrounding her in a brothel. Clepsydra tried to turn on the energy, and, charging her paws with it, forcefully push the snake, and grab the amulet with her other palm — just not to lose it! To be left without air here would be a disaster. However, she missed the snake, and it deftly slid from behind and began to wrap itself around her waist, forcing her to lose more and more air. The smallest dragon of the three, spiraling around sergal, quickly wrapped around her and swam on, spinning her in the streams of water and finally agitating her naked body with persistent attention. Clepsydra felt dizzy from both spinning and hormones, she completely lost her bearings in space, paws with neat sharp claws touched her from all sides! Clepsydra shuddered sweetly, realizing that her body was beginning to obey even against her will—and demand more affection. Her bosom immediately became soaked with anticipation, and she began to pull and stroke her nipples with her palm, as if not knowing what to do. Heck! And why here and now? Maybe... is she affected by the melody of the Lute? No! She needed to move on. But how? It wass clearly impossible to push away from the snake, and the body requires affection. Maybe... if she surrendered to the snake, she would skip further? After all, no one would know about this case, right? Long bodies began to wrap around her even more brazenly, in several rings, rubbing her breasts and under her stomach. The dragons' paws gently but firmly took hold of the wrists, not allowing them to scratch, stroked her mane and belly, tickled the sides and feet, ruffled the tail and ran a claw along the spine, outlining the attractive figure of the diver. Clepsydra smiled to herself. Yes, it would be an extremely unusual pastime, but surely nothing would happen to her wonderful body? The dragons gently squeezed her, forcing her to lose more and more air. It was getting harder to breathe, but as long as she had the artifact, she was relatively safe. The sergal involuntarily tucked her paws, releasing a new shower of tickling bubbles and wrapped her hands around the body of one of the dragons. He turned to her, rubbing his scales under her belly, and brought his muzzle closer to her nose, licked it, making eye contact, and placed his front paws on Clepsydra's shoulders with soothing tenderness. Clepsydra had already given herself up to bliss, stroking the snake's body and smiling inwardly. Well, if he wanted her, then let him take her. She clung to the dragon with her whole body and wrapped her hips around him, moving in time with him. However, at some point, the tail of the snake slightly touched her amulet, almost removing it, and sergal threw her head back a little in fright. Well, no, that's definitely not necessary! If it weren't for the danger of losing the ability to breathe, sex in the water would feel more interesting and more free than on the surface. The bodies danced in all three dimensions, which opened up the possibilities for amazing poses without bringing discomfort — the water easily but firmly supported. The snakes continued to dance with Clepsydra, rubbing their lithe bodies against her and caressing her body in the most intimate places in the process. One of the snakes, gently placing his paws on her shoulders, rubbed his paws against and then gently penetrated her. At that moment, the body slightly wrapped around her arched, and for a moment the rings wrapped around Clepsydra a little more tightly, but after that they let go, and then the snake began to gently and slowly yiff her. Clepsydra arched in response, wrapping both its front and hind legs around the snake, moaning right under the water. Even his penetration was scorchingly inviting, and the female, arching, wrapped her walls around his organ and began to actively move on it. The long dragons clearly liked her responses, judging by the way they rubbed their muzzles against her and the more sensitive areas of the crest on her head and neck. The one who was closest to her — a large dark blue male — also touched sergal's breasts and nipples during an unexpected but pleasant underwater intercourse, and his movements inside her were smooth and neat, although the size of the organ in the blue male was indeed large, but thanks to the excitement of the Clepsydra, his actions they gave her pleasure. More and more, getting closer and closer to a stormy denouement ... the most unusual in the experience for Clepsydra, perhaps. And the brightest.