Once Eaglette got into the rhythm of the thrusts, she stopped worrying about the next breath and let herself feel the warm tingle building against her tongue. Taking staggering gasps when she was allowed, she found the light headed effect it had on her to be pleasurable. Not that she could really protest much.

Ripple had stopped paying attention to her captive. The guardian’s eyes were closed in rapturous bliss. She leaned her head back, small fingers caressing her own breasts and tweaking her raised nipples. Her legs tensed every time she thrust upward, and the shell dildo was penetrating her profoundly.

It wasn’t long before Eaglette noticed the shivering trembles that marked Ripple climaxing. She wouldn’t have thought the tiny woman had any more left in her. She was sorely mistaken about that.

That wasn’t the only thing which caught her off guard. Ripple’s whimpering orgasm was accompanied by a salty liquid squirting out of the tip of the bulb in Eaglette’s mouth.

It filled her mouth, rushed down her throat, and she choked. The overflow leaked into her lungs, which caused her to cough and sputter desperately. Gently, the shell was removed and the final squirts of the liquid ejected all over her face, covering her eyes, nose, and mouth in a milky film. The same slick liquid was dripping from Ripple’s pussy as well.

“You have paid sufficiently for the first fish, but you have two left to pay for.” That was when Ripple leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was poignant, and heartfelt. It stole Eaglette’s breath away, literally. She suddenly found it very difficult to breath, and any of the milky substance still left in her mouth seemed to be making it’s way eerily down her windpipe.

After another bout of coughing and sputtering, her lips were released. Then Ripple flipped her index finger, and the two of them, surrounded by the obedient vines, dropped. They hit the water with a giant canon ball splash. Luckily for Eaglette, the vines protected her belly on the way down, preventing her from doing a painful belly flop.

Once the lapping water rose above Eaglette’s head, she had another great concern. She was underwater, and she knew it would be dangerous to stay that way for long. She fought to hold her breath, but a tickle in her throat made her want to cough again, and inhale deeply. She resisted, but it was torturous.

Ripple watched her, the water giving her a fuzzy ethereal sheen. She smiled suddenly, and giggled. Eaglette wasn’t sure what was so funny, but with her lungs burning from holding her breath, she didn’t appreciate any kind of humor.