The chill in the wind teased of coming Winter winds that would bring ever towering waves to shores of Oahu. This far north, one would expect it to be completely deserted, but a series of a eerie green glows by the beach spoke otherwise. Green chem lights danced on their wooden stakes.
The wind pulled at Volya's greenish blond hair as she leapt from the stopping jeep with a happy grin. Her long blue and copper skirt danced around her legs as she moved, her yellow pullover hoodie clung to her body that was mostly average Volya. "Mila, I think someone had the same idea!" The nymph pointed to the eerie lights that waved in the wind. "I mean if you don't want the competition, I would be more than happy to just walk with you and molest you." Vee stared back at the jeep with a toothy grin, but her expression changed to one of surprise. "Oh!" She darted back to the jeep, climbing the same to feel around for an electric lantern and blankets.
Mila put the vehicle into full on park mode while watching where Volya darted after exiting the Jeep, as it just wouldn't do at all to run over her woman. "I can't remember a time I didn't appreciate competition, Vee. Though we could really scandalize them all and you can just molest me while we surf, and beat them, one fell swoop." Mila snickered and climbed out of the Jeep in a movement that was more of a short person's hop. Some semblance of wanting to not stand out too much had Mila wearing a wet suit over her bikini, though it was the 'shorts' style of wet suit, with short sleeves and leg covering that ended a few inches above her knees. It had already been zipped up at home, as much to keep Volya's hands out of the top while they were driving as anything else. Randy post-partum Volya was something you had to keep in mind, all the time, or exist at your own peril. Walking barefoot across the parking area toward the beach, Mila kept her pace slow so vee could catch up. Once the green-blonde woman was near enough, Mila reached out to put her arm around volya's lower back, and put her hand under the blanket bundle to help her hold it up. "I'm honestly down for whatever, though a little dip would be nice. We've been watching over the reef, but not as much as we used to since Kanani showed up and glamoured up the place."
Volya rose up to her toes, adding some graceful hops to her step as she caught up to Mila, smiling like a fool was she watched Mila in the darkness. Fumbling with the lantern, until Mila helped with the blanket, the switch clicked twice before the lantern came to life with its LED glow. "Uhh... Were we being loud? Your mother seemed irritated... I mean like more than usual irritated." Her eyes widened, "When she said we should go out, there is that weight of command. It may have just been me being me, but her tone had that coral edge to it, and she outright DECLARED she'd be watching our daughter." Vee blinked a couple times, "We can dip... Though my brain would be less brainy..."
In the distance, one of those chem light darted back and forth on a wave, until it curled over itself. Within that black tube of water, a light came on, illuminating the shadowy surfer within it flew down the tube.
Mila snickered, though she did her best to hide the smile creeping over her face. "Uh, that was Mom being Mom? She's always spiny. You just have to understand that everything can piss her off, everything but little Nani, at least. I can't imagine she was anywhere near this happy with a creature ever, especially not me and Keha..." Mila squeezed Volya a bit closer, then kissed the back of her shoulder. "She probably just wants us to make another one before we forget how. I think she'd be happy with an army of our little babies taking over the island and eventually the sea around the island. It'd be like one of those moms that wants a basketball team full of grandchildren, but there's no bench and there's no limit to how many people she can have on the team." Mila turned her eyes to follow the movement of glow stick on the water, watching as the surfer illuminated the curling wave over them. "They're looking pretty good out there, which is nice to see. I hate it when the night surfers just start looking like someone doing finger painting, really hard, on a wall." She grinned, then looked back to Vee, giving her a wink. "I'm fine with you being brainy at the moment, we can chill. The beach isn't leaving."
Volya grinned as she was kissed on the back. "A basketball team? She has so little faith in the potential of our reproduction. I mean... We could definitely fill up a whole war canoe." Though her tone was joking, she paused to thorough chew on her lip as they walked. It took several seconds of staring at Mila, before she broke the silence of wind with a laugh. "She definitely thinks we're somehow cheating with four breasts, but I know she's jealous." Her gaze tracked to the water, and the illuminated tube the surfer was traveling down. "I mean I'm still brainy under the waves, I just get distracted... I mean I just did that one little spell to illuminate the pixies, and I was antsy... And horny. Very horny." Vee shook her head. "Summer does not have negative feelings about the concept of a war canoe..." Her lips tightened, "Do you think your mother spoke to one of my bosses? It doesn't seem beneath her, but I'm probably just being paranoid, and forgetting that I have the hottest akua akua on the waves." Volya scanned the breath, "Near or far from there."
The shadow surfer flew down the tube, speeding down the wave and crouching to hold onto the encapsulated world, until it collapsed on their backs, and they stood up to maintain their footing, and maneuver on the crashed wave on the way to shore, letting out a woop of delight.
"I was saying that she had aspirations of an entire legion, babe. Like some Grandmothers have aspirations of a whole basketball team. Trust me, she won't think we fulfilled our potential until your uterus falls out of your body too used to continue producing bebes." Mila snorted and rubbed her cheek against Volya's shoulder, still grinning. "I don't think she has to talk to your bosses for them to be on board with your solidifying the summer stance with the protector of all things spiny in the sea. They probably find that shit just fine, and figure it out for themselves without any help from my mama." Mila let out a low, rumbling chuckle and looked at Volya for a long moment, raising a brow. "It helps that there isn't a hotter nymph on the planet, or a hotter blonde for that matter. we have plenty of drive all by ourselves without any goddesses or magic getting in there, Vee. We're just fine." When the man surfing came up to shore, Mila let out a little war whoop. "Neeeeeeyeahhh! Nicely done man, way to wave!"
Volya's eyes widen in the attempt to express horror of the concept of her uterus, but the corners of her mouth fought to rise. "As if my uterus would quit you like that. We're totally having twins next time to show your mother how it should be done." A dark chuckle escaped Vee, and she shifted the bundle on her arm, along with the lantern to take hold of Mila's rear end. Then her lovesick smile returned, "I think you're biased, because I had your baby. The doula is totally hotness to the point that I thought your mother was going to jump her while I was in labor. I mean she could have, because I was seriously preoccupied at the time. Us nymphs are so easy... I'm more like a rose bud compared to her full bloom." She shook her head, her attention shifting to the surfer coming ashore, and she let out a long and sharp whistle of approval.
The individual surfer hopped off his board, pushing back the wet tendrils of hair from his face, before picking up his board and he waded in towards shore. He was clothed in a full wet suit over his wirey body. His mouth stretched into a smile before it was illuminated by the lantern. "Aloha Sheilas, bugger if I thought there would be any cheers from shore, thought it may be in my head." His accent was Australian, and he breathed out a laugh. "Sorry, my heart is still pounding in my ears, I need some water before I off and pass out." He gestured towards a group of stakes closer together, giving light to a blanket and a couple packs. "The tide is holding, so the sets have been fuckin' awesome."
"I don't mind that you're easy, the truth of it is that I hardly noticed the Doula, she's not my Vee. And she's not nearly so hot as you. She looks like every other Hawaiian or Tongan on the island. Mom goes for that, though, even if she did pick a white guy to make bebes with." Mila snickered darkly and shrugged her shoulder. The ass in question under Vee's palm flexed with an easy sort of muscularity as they walked toward the water, and the illuminated area in question, as well as the surfer. "I'm glad that Kanani's birth didn't turn into something more along the lines of a Hawaiian orgy though. It was supposed to be special because you were having our baby, and it was special. Though I'm pretty sure mom brought the Doula home with her to dad, he didn't even text after that first check in the day after Nani was born. He was probably exhausted." Mila huffed a dark laugh, amused beyond reason at the concept of her poor father in that particular situation. As the Aussie addressed them, Mila gave him a big smile, flashing teeth as a white counterpoint to her dark, caramel skin. "She's good to surfers this time of year. Getting close to where she gives us a real challenge, though. Glad to see someone from out of town braving the night surf, or at least, glad to see someone that knows what they're doing from out of town braving the night surf." Mila said the last sardonically, as saving night surfers was almost a pastime for any Oahu born surfers.
Vee squinting her eyes to concentrate as she followed Mila's words even her fingers began to kneed that flexing glut of Mila. "The concept of celebrating a new life with an orgy doesn't feel foreign. Though I found the experience rather peaceful once it was done. And we... WE had a baby. Kanani is ours, though I'm willing to accept that her eyes are mine or your father's, we'll have to see what hue is ultimately hers." Volya's fingers gripped a bit tighter, then her fingers relaxed as she realized another human being existed in their immediate vicinity besides Mila, and she gently cleared her throat, looking at the man. "My night sight is depressing, so the impression of awesomeness was felt."
The Aussie laughed and shook his head. "I won't pretend I always know this beach, but I've surfed it every year at this time for a bloody decade. I know I'm crazy to do it at night, but really there's no rush like it." He left out a long sigh of post-excitement, and glanced back to the water.
There was another green glow racing and carving along the face a wave. "And not quite mad enough to do it alone. And who doesn't want to get wet with the Vans Triple coming up."
Mila nodded and flashed Volya a wide smile. "I'm looking forward to all the things we'll learn about her as she grows up. And all the things we'll learn about us. They say you never actually know yourself until you teach someone else how to be in the world. You give them the things you think you know, and teach them with hopes, show them your dreams. And you just in the end want to do it all better than your own parents did it." Mila's smile twisted to something a little sardonic at that. "Not that mine are going to have any shortage of influence in Nani's existence and life in general." She huffed a laugh and then looked back to the Aussie night surfer. "You've got the right of it there, though I don't go a day without needing to feel the water over my skin, or I itch like a crackhead, neh?" Mila grinned and looked back at the other glowing stick racing along the water. "Good to go out in doubles, yeah. I go out alone sometimes, but only if I'm feeling like I've got the upper hand on it. Usually I like to have buddies, because it's just a good plan. And being someone else's night surfing buddy is pretty awesome, you get to figure out how in tune they are with the big sea."
Volya grinned, "The bees like her, and so do Bellatrix and Beefasaurus. I think even Old Soot likes her, mostly because he doesn't try to startle me when I've taken Nani to Wren's farm. It's like he knows I would go all Russian momma bear on him." She giggled, "But when I don't have her, he comes back with a vengeance, like I owe him extra screams." A gasp escaped her, "Oh my god, he has some new kids now. They are jet black like him, and they are CUTEST creatures on the planet, continuously hopping and butting heads. I would totally have one as a pet if they didn't eat plants." Her expression twisted in pain, then her eyes when back to the Aussie, "I get distracted easily, sorry. You said Vans Triple? As in of surfing, because that is totally awesome, I can't miss it. Awwww..." Her eyes got wide and shiny, "Nani's first Vans. I won't pretend she is going to care that much, but I'm taking pictures dammit."
"Oh, right on. Better to have someone that can drag you to shore, or call the guard if you go under." The Aussie bent down to detach the ankle strap, and laughed. "If I'm imposing, my apologies, but you are welcome to join us, even better if you have your boards. Shame about that fire ban though. That breeze is cutting." He smiled widely, walking his board over to plant it in the sand, kicking a bit more onto the base.
The second surfer dropped into the tube, and again a brilliant blue light came out, shining through that foamy tube as it traveled down the wave. To Mila's vision, there was so much calm in the other surfer, as comfortable as being in the womb without a shift in course as if she had picked a line before the wave had decided how it was going to fold.
"I'm sure he just gets a kick out of the fact that you notice him at all, and he likely is already planning what he's going to do to Nani once she's walking... though I daresay he hasn't dealt with someone like a childhood me if he's expecting to get away with any of it. She'll probably steal his horns." Mila's eyes glinted a little with humor in the slight glow of the sticks held up around the little surf camp the Aussie had erected. "And yeah, Vans triple is coming up.. then we've got the big event a little later. Thank akua and all the akua for the big waves in the Wintertime." Mila leaned her head back and took a deep breath of said 'cutting' breeze, then looked back at the guest to her island and gave him an invigorated smile. "The breeze might be cutting, but that's why you get back to a hut or an apartment or hotel room after you're done and warm up using their legal fires." She winked to him and then turned her attention to the woman out in the waves, giving a low whistle under her breath. "Well that one was born swimming. Nice to see I wasn't the only one."
Volya gave an energetic nod to Mila, "I won't go so far as to say that he is evil, but he's also not good either, and definitely otherworldly, but always planning." A laugh slipped out, "Nani is sweet, and you know it. She probably try to give Soot a drooly kiss on the nose... Which I would discourage, because of where that nose has been." The idea of the 'Big Event' caused Volya is grin, and squeeze Mila's rear again. Her eyes darted to the Aussie, "Are you going to be trying out for Quiksilver?" She gave Mila's ass another squeeze, before retreating from the woman into the wind to open up the blanket and set it out.
The Aussie squeegeed some of the water off his legs and hands, "Bro, the Quicksilver would be a dream. I have never qualified, but those waves... Pure blue calling, I can't head but be hyponotized. Even if I made it, only to crash and burn, it would be awesome." Moving over to his pack, he pulled out a thermos and jug of water, but his attention was back of the waves. "That one has a chance though, she puts me to shame."
The other surfer in her yellow swimsuit leaned her head back as she lowered her body within the collapsing tube, her hand touched the board as the light went out and two meeting tubes collapsed over top of her, and her board emerged with her on top and she cut back on the foaming break taking that wave towards the rocky shoreline with surety.
Mila snickered sharply and threw her head back. "Oh man, it'd just improve her immunity babe, never stop the girl from giving drooly kisses wherever she will. She needs to be strong." Mila gave Volya a wink before slapping her soundly on the ass as Volya moved to set up her blanket for sitting. "Quicksilver's one of those that I love every time it happens, then when we don't get it, we all sit around on the beach lamenting for its loss, like a wake." Mila looked over at the Aussie and gave him a grin. "I've participated in it about 6 times, haven't won, but I've sure as hell loved every minute of being out there in those waves taller than many of the buildings on this side of the island. I always make the joke to Vee here that I can see my house from there." Mila chortled at the little joke, then glanced out at the incoming, yellow clad, surfer. "Cool, I always like meeting new people that will be heavy competition, it helps me step up my game so I can try to push higher, further... sometimes harder."
Volya let out a quick yelp as her ass was slapped, and broke out into a throaty giggle as a blush rose in her cheeks. She stood idly for a long moment to gather her thoughts as what exactly she was supposed to be doing. Kneeling down slowly, she started smoothing out the blanket over the sand. When she glanced up at Mila, her clung to the blanket, and her hips shifted with brewing awareness. Clearing her throat, she glanced at the Aussie, then to the surfer. "Hmmmm... Uhh... Yeah, I mean I think it is that perfect marriage of talent and the perfect set. It's always amazing though." Vee laughed, "Is that really a joke though?"
The Aussie gesture, "There some kona, water, and trail mix, you're both welcome to them." The man offered a flash of a smile before looking back to the approaching surfer. "Amelia... You have an audience, one we'll probably see at Quicksilver, and likely the Van Triple."
The blonde surfer in yellow, panting from the excitement, she offered a thousand watt smile to the two women. "I didn't expect to see anyone on the Volcanic Beach, but that's so cool..." Laughter bubbled out of her as she planted her board into the ground. "Hola... Aloha." An angelic eyebrow raised as she glanced at the Aussie, her own accent placed more from Cali, then she looked back to Mila and Volya. "Six times qualified? I've mostly stayed to the Atlantic for competitions, but my heart has always been in these waters. Cold and invigorating." She shed the water off her toned legs with the blade of hand, undoing the ankle strap, then moved to do the same with her arms. "We're not on your secret spot, are we?" A chuckle escaped her, and she shook her head. "People are great, but night surfing out here, you can forget the world exists, you know."
Mila looked over at Volya with a rather knowing grin, her eyes glittering a touch as she watched the poor woman try to sort herself out enough to lay a blanket down. Yes, Mila was obviously enjoying herself, as she shifted her hips a little and spread her legs, giving her a definite, real, gap between her legs so the moon and stars could better highlight her form for Volya to look at while she stood over her. Mila looked over at the Aussie and flashed him a wider smile, though it definitely contained a little oddly male camaraderieie in it, as if she was about to start pointing out the fine titties in the area. Clearing her throat, Mila finally shrugged a bit. "Never can tell, with the Quicksilver it's all about whether the waves get high enough, and then don't get too high for females to ride without breaking their pelvises." Mila shuddered at that thought. Blinking it away, she turned her attention to the surfer coming in off the water and gave her a smile. "Aloha. And not our secret spot, though it's a rarely visited one. Only the truly pupule surf here off this coast, even in the daylight. At night, that's something for those already certified that have just escaped an asylum. So yeah... I definitely surf here, but surfing water's for sharing, not for hoarding." Mila winked. "I'm Mila, by the way. This is Vee. I hope we didn't actually interrupt you two, I know surfing's great for getting the blood going and a little late night shimmy on the beach can do a world of good for the health."
The Aussie shook his head, and smile. "Mila and Vee, it's nice to meet you. I'm Oliver and this is... Well, as I said Amelia." He reached over for the bag of trail mix and opened it to take handful of salty treats to start munching on. A chuckle escaped him, "Yeah, I've been snorkeling here the last two days to get an idea of the rocks and eddies. Bloody gorgeous place to pick to die really." He shook his head as he lowering him onto their blanket to sit down and much as the trial mix.
Amelia offered a friend smile, "So only the crazies come and surf here? But who doesn't think about heading out to sea when they hear a 7.0 dropped along the Ring of Fire?" Cheerful laughter spilled from her, and she covered her mouth to collect herself. "Every sane person surely." Her green eyes shifted from Volya to Mila, settling there. "So what is it about you that carries you? Lust, or invulnerability?" Reaching up to her neck, her fingers pinched the zipper on her wet suit, and drew in down her chest. She turned as bare feminine mounds poured into freedom, nipples tightening from the shock of cold, and then she walked to one of the bags, pulling her arms free of the wet suit, rolling her hips to escape the confines the warming rubber.
Volya pulled the lantern aside, her eyes affixed on the posing Mila. Her mouth opened to form a word, but it only came out as a throaty tone. She blinked a couple of times to try to find some clarity. "I don't know if that, ummm, makes it safe..." She tried to follow the conversation until the peeling yellow took her attention for a split second, and her eyes stayed affixed on Mila. Vee combed her fingers back into her wind pulled hair to hold it back. An impish grin appeared on her lips, lifting her rear off her ankles to shift her knees wide and let the wind play underneath her and pull at her long skirt.
"There are far worse places to die, that's for sure. If I was going to choose any of them it'd be in the water, without a doubt. Nice to meet you Oliver and Amelia. Glad you two had a chance to come let your pupule haole fly in Oahu. Not everyone gets that in their life, but I'm betting a lot more could benefit from it." Mila grinned before she let out a soft chuckle. "Still, if everyone tried to get the crazy out the same way, this place would soon be called 'Dead Haole Beach' by the locals and we'd be having a shit ton more funerals on the island... and the beach would get patrolled a lot more often." Mila looked over at Amelia and shrugged, still grinning. "I don't think about what calls me out here, I just come when it calls. 7 foot waves call everyone with the ocean in their blood, and I won't deny that mine runs with the tides." Mila didn't react to the woman unzipping her top, having been around surf society for enough years that it was as if the beach was the locker room for any girls and boys mixed team. The number of tits, pussies, and dicks she'd seen were not small, and she was Hawaiian, after all. Looking back over to Volya, Mila eyed her and raised a brow at her, finally snorting at the display. "Though crazy comes in all forms, like my pupule wahine here. She's crazy in all the best ways, most haoles can't compare at all." Mila took a step forward and bent down at the waist, planting a kiss solidly at the now exposed side of Volya's neck, and soundly too.
Oliver continued munching on his trail mix, his eyes moving to the stripping Amelia as she searched her back for a long take. Shifting in his seat, his attention went back to Mila and Volya. "That's not fair, it would just be white blokes that would end up washed up on these beaches. Your people took one look at that ocean, and grabbed an oar and a canoe." He chuckled, and gesturing to himself, "My family came Down Under by way of poor financial planning and chains, then stayed for the spiders." He laughed and tossed another handful of trail mix into his mouth, before leaning out over the blanket to set it within reach of Volya and Mila, and then righting himself.
Amelia continued to strip herself bare, rubbing her bare skin, focusing on the lines of her sleeves and shorts. She smiled, "So I should thank the lack of crazy for the absence of patrols? Happy to catch my sets in peace, save for Oliver's nerves when the fish nibbled on him. Such a pussy." She chuckled and stuck her tongue out at him childishly, and then reached into her bag for a towel. "Dick is probably more right, my labia have never retreated because of a splash of chilly water." She laughed as she toweled herself off.
Volya gave off a million watt as Mila planted a kiss on the back of her. A shiver ran through her body, and she nibbled on her lip to collect herself. "Surf crazy is some of the best crazy that I can think of. Then again, I'm a total bunny. I'm just happy when I don't bring Mila off the board when we're going tandem." Her eyes went to naked Amelia in the glow of lantern light, her brow coming together as she attempted to pick ready flaws in her form. Her attention shifted to the trail mix of nuts, melba toast, and rye chips, and she shook her head. "No, but thank you." She offered a warm smile to Oliver, then looked back up to Mila, her smile quickly building to a grin. "My akua wahina is both wonderful and terrible. I mean I love to watch her surf, but there isn't much to see at night from the shore."
"At least I try to remember to wear the glow sticks when I'm out there so you can tell where I am, and you can see the waves glow when I go under the canopy." Mila winked at Volya and stood back up to her full, albeit not-so-imposing, height, and set her hand on Volya's shoulder, letting her thumb stroke up and down the back of her favorite blonde's neck. "And not everyone is as lucky as I am when it comes to the bunnies that choose to flock. I just happened to be smart enough to basically put a ring on it, and a kid in it." Mila chuckled and shifted a little so that her legs were pressed in against Volya, leaving her hand where it was as she looked over at Oliver and shook her head. "Nah, thank you for the offer, though. I've got some fish jerky if you guys wanted any meat, but I really don't bring much more than that and water out when I'm going to possibly hit the waves, and I definitely don't eat much more than that before I even get into the crush." Mila shrugged slightly and maintained her grin, looking over at Amelia to nod at her. "I've met far more dudes who have sex organs that shrink up compared to the wahines, its true. And the fish nibbles or the shark headbutts are just their way of welcoming you for being brave enough to surf their reef. Usually this place is just around for snorkelers and people gawking from the shallows."
The Volcanic Beach was completely lacking of permanent settlement, save for the 4x4 trails that led to the area. There was post-midnight darkness with a chilly wind coming down from the mountains towards the beach. The tide was high and slack which allowed the roaring waves crash into the shore without impediment. With Winter on its way and the winds shifting, their proportions edged towards insanity for anyone that had the mind to ride them. Wooden stakes had been planted into the sand with chem-lights hanging off of them, acting as a beacons for anyone on the water. At the center of the lamp posts, were two blankets with four individuals gathered without the glow of an electric lantern. A jeep was parked within a short walk to the blankets.
Oliver, a dirty curly haired blonde Aussie was dressed in a short sleeved wet suit, nodded as he picked up the trial mix, and closed it up to set back into his bag. "If you're going out, I'm definitely staying for your sets." A dry chuckle came out, "I'd love to go out again, but there's tempting fate, and farther tempting fate with your muscles are still noodles. At least my heart has calmed down." He smirked, "A bit of Noah boop is the cost of the game. Sure, tigers lean to a bit more aggression, but the reason I like Hawaii and South Africa is the lack of bulls. Those ones are far too curious for my liking, and likely to decide you're as good as snags." He looked up at Amelia, "I guessing you're calling it too, right?" Oliver nodded, I'd be good with some jerky."
Amelia finished drying, and wiped the towel around her bare body. Her blonde eyebrows lifted as she regarded Oliver, "Seeing that you decided to take a break, I thought I'd do the same." A happy giggle came from her, "But someone else is going out again, I'm totally going again. The tide is settled and the sets are amazing." Her lips pulled into a wide smile as she looked back to Volya and Mila, "Unless you think I'd be cramping your style, of course. I took the last set, so you're welcome to have first pick." She offered a cheerful nod to Mila and Volya, "I mean I'm jealous, two hot chicks finding each other on the beach and having a kid. It's awesome really. The Aussies and Kiwis are still slow in that department sadly."
Volya leaned back into Mila grinning, "Rings are stupid, the natives had a long standing tradition of assuming if people were having sex, they were married. And the fact we have a kid is all the evidence I ever need." The smile drained out as she glanced back the jeep, "Should I get the jerky? I kind of want to get the jerky too." Vee's eyebrow came together as it require some brain power to decide if that's what she wanted. Her eyes flicked over Amelia drying and wrapping up, then back to Oliver, "I'll get the jerky!" Vee rose up to her feet in a smooth motion, a delighted giggle slipping out as shivered under Mila's touch and turned around. "Yes, the light helps for me to track you, but really it's the thought of you on the water that keeps me watching... Waiting..." Her blue eyes darted to the side and back, "It makes me all swimmy." A bright giggle slipped out of Vee, as she captured the back of Mila's head to pull her into a kiss, Vee's tongue immediately invaded Mila's mouth hungrily as she pressed her body to her Akau wahine's. There was a flare of feminine excitement, and she moaned into Mila's mouth before breaking away and bowing as she backed up, panting. "So easy." Vee giggled and bound back towards the jeep, her long skirt dancing around her legs as she moved, and she waved her hoodie covered arms. "I'll get your board!"
Walking barefoot, Conni seems peaceful as she pads along down the beach, the wind whipping at her hair and the light cardigan she has on top of her bronze bikini. She has a small pack over one shoulder and the customary fanny pack around her waist, a tall walking stick that is heavily decorated gives her extra traction when she needs it, although she has the physique that suggests that she doesn't.
The lights on the beach grab her attention, the blonde Dane not expecting that much company but heading towards the light and possible companionship anyway. The way her backpack bulges, it's possible she has some refreshments on hand, a quiet drink on the beach the likely aim of her wanderings for the evening. She slows up some when she gets closer to the figures on the beach, pausing for a moment as she squints and takes in the faces, familiar and unfamiliar. Spotting a couple that she does know, Conni sets off once more, raising a hand in greeting once close enough and when there is enough light to identify her. "Aloha Mila, Aloha Volya!" The Dane sounds happy to see her friends, offering a friendly smile and a wave to the others nearby.
Mila held a decidedly amused expression as Volya gave voice to the internal process of debating whether or not she was going to run up to the Jeep and get the jerky from it. Of course, one doesn't let a kiss from their gorgeous other of significance go unrequited, and Mila even managed to work in a light ass slap to Vee as she turned and started off toward the Jeep to get said snacks. Wiping her lips a bit with her thumb to remove some excess saliva, Mila carried a grin of satisfaction when she nodded to Amelia and Oliver. "Yeah, I'll be going out. I really can't seem to stop myself, especially when I got geared up for night surfing." Some semblance of wanting to not stand out too much had Mila wearing a wet suit over her bikini, though it was the 'shorts' style of wet suit, with short sleeves and leg covering that ended a few inches above her knees. Along the black suit there were a couple of bands of dark colors, but they all looked the same in the dark, really, so it would be hard to tell. Hooked on the front zipper was a glow stick that hadn't yet been broken. As always, Mila's long, blonde and brown hombre hair was left loose and dancing like a barely held back riot in the wind. "Will you grab my shorty, too, Vee?" Mila called after Volya to get her to bring her surfboard along when she came back. Then, there was an impending Conni, and Mila flashed her a bright smile, lifting her arm over her head to give a big wave. "Aloha Conni! Fancy seeing you on the black sands in the night!"
The tide is low and slack.
Oliver chuckled as he glanced at Mila and Volya, before looking back to Amelia, "Full noodle here, so I need the calories. And you have fun on the waves, and maybe there is someone that can keep up with you out there." With the extra voice calling out, Oliver raised his arm by way of greeting, "G'day!" He shook his head as he lowered his hand once, reaching for the jug of water to crack it out and take a long drink.
The very blonde Amelia shot a toothy grin at Mila, "I supposed I'll have to see if the water gets to me before my set comes." Picking at the fold of towel over her breasts, she opened the cloth, allowing it to fall from her body and dropped it on her bag. Stark naked, she strode freely towards her board to take hold of the lead. Bending over, she secured it around her ankle. "The waves await." Picking up her board, she headed out into the shallows.
Volya's bounding and dancing became less coordinated as she broke out into giggling, reaching back to rub her rear end. When Mila called out 'shorty', it seemed far enough from her mind that she had to process with a scan of the area. A laugh bubbled out and she went to the jeep, climbing the side to pull the board free, as well as her hemp weave bag. Hearing her name, she paused to scan from her jeep-side perch, and waved excitedly to greet Conni, "Aloha!"
"I was getting cabin fever back at the flat so I wanted a walk and possibly a drink." Grinning, Conni watches the interaction between Mila and Volya. "It has been so very long but you both look hale and hardy." She frowns for a moment as she runs the phrase back through her mind, nodding in silent confirmation to herself. "Was that right?" She shakes her head, moving on. "Anyway, I missed you guys, it is always eventful with you around!" With a audible thump, she drives her stave into the sand so that she can free her arms. Watching as one of the surfers wanders off stark naked to surf, she chuckles. "I love this island." Letting out a happy sigh, she returns Volya's greeting. "Aloha Vee, you look very happy, this is good!" Having packed light, or at least light for her, Conni lowers herself to the ground, content to just sit in the sand. Opening her backpack, she pulls out a cold can of ale and cracks it open, offering the open back to Mila and Volya should they fancy some refreshment. "Is midnight surfing popular? I thought it dangerous? I mean, you look at the sea and..." She shudders a little and then looks back to Mila. "You're going out too? Although I don't blame you, the view is fantastic right now." Grinning, she looks over to the naked lass who is walking out to the water.
Mila shook her head and snickered. "Your girl's got herself some thick skin or she likes to look sexy with scars, mate." With a Hawaiian accent the term sounded almost goofy, but it still worked, considering how goofy the Australian accent already was. Competition was competition, though, and Mila was never one to avoid rising to a challenge. The zipper of her still dry wet suit came down and Mila performed the easiest removal of wet suit known in the history of man, notably easier to do before you get neoprene wet. After she had shed the dark clothing and left herself in nothing but a tiny, neon orange, bikini that looked like it had given up halfway to becoming a full set of clothing, Mila went about stripping out of the brief bottoms and minuscule top to leave herself gloriously free of clothing as well. Without clothes it was obvious she wasn't going to win any topless contests (of course, that was obvious WITH clothes on), but her musculature was almost more notable, from the cut of her abs, thighs, and lats along with the sharp line of muscle along her pelvis, she didn't have enough extra fat on her to really /make/ boobs. Mila looked over at Conni and winked. "I wouldn't suggest going out for anyone that isn't sure how to surf this beach even during the daylight. At night? It's just for people that deserve the tight hugging jackets. But... what the hell? I don't mind a little friendly skin competition." Mila looked over at Vee, grinning as she stood there naked and waiting for her board like some sort of primal goddess with her hair blowing in the light breeze.
Oliver scanned up Amelia's body as she took off the towel, and rolled his eyes as she walked off towards the water. The Aussie breathed out a laugh, "Ain't my girl, but I don't mind the scenery. She's got some kangaroos loose in the top paddock. I tend to think it helps with the surfing." And as Mila stripped out of her clothes, he laughed. "And you have a few loose as well." Glancing towards Volya and Conni, Oliver took out the trail mix to set out on the blanket once more, and looked back towards Water.
Amelia continued out into the water, climbing onto her board and started paddling out into the rolling darkness.
Volya nodded to Conni excited, and grinned like a crazy person. "Mila and I had a baby! She's awesome! I want like a dozen or so! But uhhh..." She looked back towards Mila stripping out of her clothes. "Uhhh..." She broke out into a giggle, fiercely nibbling on her bottom lip. Tossing the pack over her shoulder, she hopped down, and then took the board as well. She headed back to Mila, her dilated eyes locked on her as she planted the board. She held her hand to Mila's abs to hold her back. Kneeling down, Vee grabbed the ankle brace and affixed it to Mila. Taking a deep breath, a moan escaped her. "Uhhh... I want to have all your babies."
The tide is low and rising.
"A baby?" Genuinely confused for a few moments, light dawns for Conni. "Ah oh my Gods! That's amazing!" It's with some curiosity that she watches Mila strip off, nodding with approval at the warrior-like physique. "Is it naked day? I don't mind." She really, really doesn't. Not quite sure about what is going on but just damn happy to be there. Taking a sip from her ale, she lets out a laugh and almost chokes at Volya's antics. "I think you will have as many babies as you want, just maybe not on the beach right this second. Anticipation Vee, it's a good thing." Quite unable to wipe the huge grin off her face she watches the lusty nymph helping Mila get set up. "I know your good but be careful Mila. Dark water always looks so menacing to me." Shuddering once more, Conni shifts ever so much closer to her stave from where she has stuck it in the sand, seeming to draw comfort from the proximity.
Mila snickered darkly and gave a waggle of her eyebrows to Oliver. "Never been told I have kangaroos loose up there, but it would explain a thing or two, I suppose." The snicker turned into a chuckle as Vee planted the dark grey, short, and very sleek looking surfboard in the sand near her and then fell to her knees to attach the anchor to Mila's ankle. "Don't worry, you're definitely the one that's going to have all of my babies, Vee." She reached out and cupped Vee's face for a moment, looking down at her with a smile that had become quite sappy and probably a little sweeter than anyone needed in their coffee. "But, for the moment, I'm gonna go hop on a wave or ten and try not to kill any sharks." Mila winked to Vee and then let her go before stepping around her gently so as not to tie her up in the line between herself and the board. "Don't worry for me, Conni, I was surfing before I could walk, and this water is strangely more my water than it is anywhere else on the island." Mila was still grinning madly as she plucked her board like a ripe melon from a vine and turned to run out toward the water with a whoop. The lack of additional fat meant she didn't jiggle much at all, but the muscles were clearly visible as they lithely contracted and shifted under her dark, caramel colored, skin. Once she hit the water, Mila moved like she was born of it, and soon she was on her board and paddling out, just another shadow in the darker void of the volcanic beach's ocean.
Oliver watched Volya kneel before Mila to ready her, and cleared his throat gently. "There isn't much confusion about the bunny. Nice trunk on your missus." He smirked as Mila headed off to the water after Amelia, and looked to Conni, "Bring all the hills and valleys, I say." He indicated the bottle in Conni's "So what you have in the stubby? Oh..." He offered his hand to Conni, "I'm Oliver by the way, and the blonde nudist is Amelia."
Amelia was racing out over the cresting waves, rolling the board under the passing waves and popping out the other side as if born to it. Every stroke of limb was measured and mastered driving her out into the darkness without a care.
Volya managed a faint smile through the cloud of hormones, her breath shuttered at the thought of 'being picked for all'. And she turned to watch the naked Mila charge the ocean, transfixed. "She only vaguely caught the conversation, "Naked day? If I do that, I'll just be panting and spread eagle for when she returns..." A shutter ran through her frame, and another moan oozed out, leaving her frozen, and she whispered, "Sploosh..." Blinking her wide eyes, she turned to crawl onto the blanket, grasping Mila's bikini bottom on the way to sit. "So I shall chew in anticipation..." Clenching her bikini, she held it to her nose, and just breathed as she stared out towards the water, following the lights.
"If only it was a little lighter out." Conni sighs and tries to make do with the little light the glow sticks are providing, taking note that the shadows that cast do make for an interesting light show. Reaching into her bag, she takes out another gold can of ale and tosses it towards Volya, with some luck the can landing at least near by. "I think you might need that. Not to drink but it is cold." She says this in low tones, not quite willing to share the conversation with everyone around. She raises her eyebrows as she looks to Volya, rather hoping that she gets the subtle message without too much hand miming needed. Looking up, she spots Oliver and offers him a friendly smile, shaking the offered hand. "I am Conni, please to meet you." Her Danish accent is quite heavy but her English more than understandable. "Is this some sort of competition or is it just friendly rivalry?" She says this with a nod of her head towards the two nude figures that are preparing to get into the water while at the same time not looking at the water.
Mila continued out into the water, taking a similar path to Amelia namely because this area had some pretty nasty upper shelf that was just idiotic to run over in your board. That, and Mila couldn't in good conscience ever damage any reef. It'd probably ruin the entire trip out to the waves. Once she started getting hit with surf runoff, Mila dipped under with her board and swam a bit beneath the protective canopy of the ocean's surface, popping up again quite a bit further out, after what might have seemed like just a touch too long for comfort. Surfers be crazy. Especially night surfers.
Oliver shook Conni's hand, and laughed, "They're surfers being surfers. Whether it turns into a friendly rivalry or a competition, you'd have to ask the Noah's how much water is in the water. Amelia loves surfing and her surfers." The man glanced at Volya in her panty sniffing haze and his brow pressed together. "Can I get some of that fish jerky? I gonna blaze some ganj if neither of you want some." He set the gallons of water near Volya, and turned to dug in his bag, picking out a travel bar soap box and opened it, picking out a joint out of a baggie of weed and holding it between his lips as he got out his lighter to spark it.
Amelia continued her swim out into water. She, too, avoid the reefs, though likely for the sake of keeping her skin intact as she powered out farther to make it out past the breaks. Rising up on her board, she let out a wild howl to the night sky, and broke out into happy laughter. The chill of water and wind had tightened her skin, and her eyes went back to closing Mila, her eyes tracking the other surfer without a hint of problem. Her mouth formed into a a pleased smile as she bobbed on her board and waited.
Volya took another breath from Mila's bikini, staring at the black sea without a clue. The can landing near her manage to grab her attention and confuse her. "But I don't drink... Beer? That's beer, right?" Her eyes hardened a moment later when the scent of pot hit her nose, and an irritated growl escaped her, but she quickly exhaled, shrugging the bag off her shoulder to dig into it. "Uhh, yeah." Fishing out the jerky, she picked out two large pieces for her and leaned over to set it out for Oliver. She pulled the water closer, "Dangerous close to code purple, coolant may be required..." Her attention were back to the ocean. "We should be fucking out on the board, but I'd probably get us killing on the way in..." A throaty giggle came out, "Not the worst way to go."
Mila kept paddling out until she passed the closest break to the reefs that intersected along the shoreline of the Volcanic Beach and continued on until she was near enough to Amelia to pull up alongside her. Coming to a smooth stop by pushing herself up to sitting on the board and digging her legs into the ocean, she flashed Amelia a wide grin and nodded to the water. "It's a good night for this, the sets are sweet and tight." If there was any tightening of Mila's skin it didn't include goosebumps, and she didn't much show any reaction to the chill of the water and air combo, but she did push her hair back out of her face a bit before sucking in a deep, satisfied breath. "Oooh, looks like we have a new set coming in, too. You want firsts or seconds? Hawaii is king of hospitality after all. Visitor can have first pick." Mila seemed to have no trouble seeing Amelia, either, and fixed her with a wide smile that flashed her white teeth. Competition definitely brought out the more 'shark like' side of her, and while the smile didn't look like a threat in the slightest, the exhilaration of being out on the water was quite obviously thrilling through her and raising her energy levels significantly.
Getting to her feet while using her stave for support, Conni nods to Oliver. "Feel free to smoke, I'll just be upwind if I can. Work can be funny." Still smiling, she headed over to where Volya was camped. "Is it okay if I sit here?" Looking to the glazed nymph, she raised an eyebrow and then just settled down there anyway, dropping her bag to one side and setting her stave on the floor. Leaning closer to Volya, she whispers. "I know you don't drink." Deciding that Volya is perhaps too far gone, she takes the so very cold can of ale that is laying in the sand in front of her and plunged it down, bottom first just in front of Volya's crotch but not quite touching, she may be a Dane but there are rules after all. "It's Cold Vee." Smiling to Volya, she then turns her gaze back to the slightly confused Oliver and shrugs her shoulders. "She is high on life and I think she will be fine."
The tide is high and rising.
Oliver gave the slightest nod to Conni's reply and took a hit of his joint, dragging the smoke deep into his lungs and holing it. A moment later he coughed a couple of times, licking his finger and dotting the runners before taking another hit, otherwise enjoying the purple haze.
Amelia stared at Mila, offering a nod. Being upright on her board, her chest heaved from her quicken pulse. "Perfect night for it, and like I said... I had the last set, so you're welcome to it." A cheerful giggle poured from her, "It gives me more time to tease the locals." She chuckled and reached back to run her fingers back through her blonde hair letting out an exhilarated sigh. "The motion of the ocean... But no one licks the way the ocean does." She chuckled, "Maybe your bunny does it for you, but I bet you still have to drag her out into the waves to make it feel perfect." She wave her hand to dismiss the comment. "I'm just teasing you..." Her green eyes drank in Mila, and her mouth pulled into a grin, "But not entirely incorrect."
Vee squirmed at she stared out into the water, all but obvious of the world, save those dark seas. When something pressed between legs, her mouth fell open and her thighs spread widen. The concept of cold and the lack of Mila caused her eyes to widen in shock when they turned to Conni. "Cold may not be entirely a bad idea." She cleared her throat, and shook her head a touch, grabbing the can. "My brain is not the sharpest... Most sharp?" She paused a moment, "Naked Mila is like the best thing in the world, and uhhh..." Vee drew in a hissing breath and closed her legs on the can, causing a shiver to run through her. "How are you doing? No babies?"
Mila shook her head and grinned even more ferociously. "I'm lucky in that Vee is down and willing for whatever. So... whatever feels right in the moment is where we go. Just because the ocean feels right doesn't mean other things don't. You gotta let the feels come where they may, or you're just forcing shit." Mila looked out over the incoming set and nodded once."Oh yeah, that's my wave there." Without any real preamble, Mila used the energy of her legs coming out of the ocean to kick her board forward and laid out onto it like it was just another part of her body. Slipping through the water like some sort of seal or sea lion, the movement was slick and easy as she propelled her way toward the oncoming wave without hesitation. As the wave came up, heavy and massive, Mila popped up onto her board and rode along the crest, throwing up a rooster tail behind her as she cut through the water and used it to propel herself ever faster. The ride was smooth and ready at first, and then Mila elected to trick it out a bit, dipping down along the curve of the wave to gain momentum. A sharp pull at the nose of her board and soon Mila was flung up into the air where she rolled in a flip with her board firmly at her feet, then came down to repeat the process. Her speed only slowed when she was off the water, spinning, flipping, or just straight up leaping into the air off the highest crest of the wave, throwing herself around like she was nothing but a piece of foam crushed loose by the smashing of the sea itself. As the wave started to meld into another, Mila finally rode it out, though she did so by back slashing savagely in the water, cutting backward and spinning so she could milk the wave out of every bit of ride it had left, and come back closer to where Amelia was waiting for her turn. Standing up tall on the board as she hit the stiller waters, Mila flashed the classic surfer's 'hang loose' and gave a whoop. "Yeaaaaaah.. she's all kindsa hot tonight!"
The stars glitter like diamonds in the deep sapphire blue of the night sky.
"None yet but I have been practicing. Mainly with Jane though so that doesn't count? Well, it could I guess. I'm just not sure, still on the fence as you say." Conni goes to continue but is then distracted by the sheer display going on in the or rather on the ocean. "Wow, she really is good. I don't think I've ever seen her surf. Isn't there sharp things in the ocean though? I fear for those rather delectable hides out there." Conni sighs and then takes a sip from her ale, the drink doing a little to alleviate her mood. "I am very still much going to use the gift at some point. It was meant for me and it would be rude to give it away I think. I just have to be careful when I'm around it... it was difficult last time. Still..." She turns now and looks to Volya. "Details! What is the child called? Is it well? How many more? How are you doing? How do you feel?"
Oliver chuckled out the pot smoke, "I was just there on the waves, and I'm not fucking spiders right now." The Aussie laughed, taking another long hit on his jay, his voice became a bit more clipped to hold in his much smoke as possible. "That sucks about your job though. They probably wouldn't appreciate the angel dust either, but that shite passes through quick."
Amelia watched Mila with excitement, bobbing on the swells with her legs on either side of the board. "Oh... That one is going to be fun." Her words came out as purr.
Vee let out a throaty chuckle, "You could just sort of sneak it in. It would be terrible, and it totally crossed my mind when I had it. But I'm going to pretend that I have clue as to the gift in which you're speaking as if we are never to mention it in conversation. Uhh..." Vee blinked, "Even though I did, but I'm a bad example about these things." Her attention locked onto the ocean, trying to separate the foaming of waves and her Hawaiian goddess. "We fucked under the waves, I got pregnant. It is so amazing and messy having a life growing inside of you. Hiccups are VERY weird. Uhh, how much details, and uhhh... Many I hope, but Mila can be very resistant to my waving my pussy in front of her. And being a mother is awesome, like really, it's like... I made that little person, I see some me in there. It is a lot of pee and poo, but she is just marking her territory." Volya actually glanced at Oliver, her nose wrinkling as she pointed stared back at his growl, then up to his eyes. She laughed, "No, you're not fucking spiders." The whoop drew her attention, and Vee clenched the can between her legs, her hand pushing it farther towards the apex of her thighs. Captivated by the sea, she gave the smallest shake of her head, "Not enough..."
Mila hopped off the board into the water, a straight shot down, and when she came up she was still smiling. Maneuvering closer toward Amelia, Mila jerked her chin out toward the waves, eyes glinting. "You're up, haole." And then Mila slipped up onto her board with the effortlessness of a baby seal climbing a rock.
The tide is high and slack.
"You really seem taken with it, it's nice to see you smiling so much." Conni takes another sip from her ale, sliding an arm back to prop herself up as the competition continues on the waves. "Angel Dust? You're probably right, my work can be very strict." Conni shrugs sadly, regarding Oliver for a moment. "I find myself happy enough with the ale and I'm mostly ready for work in the morning. It's a good arrangement." She smiles and then turns to look to Volya. "Mila must have nerves of steel, you'll have to find other ways to corner her. I'm sure you'll work it out though." She grins, the expression tinged with concern though as Volya continues to mutter. "Vee, can you explain this to me, the competition? How do they win?"
Oliver chuckled, "You're trying to compete with the gravity of the moon, the jostling cup of the Earth, the wind speeding from one place to the next, molten rock frozen in salt, thousands of year of grinding mountain, and civilizations built on the skeletons of the dead. An uphill climb is putting it lightly." Oliver took another drag off his joint, "Pardon that interjection," he offered to Volya, glanced at the wind, stood up, and move to seat next to Conni. He pointed out towards that darkness. "It isn't really a competition, more akin to a mating dance. One flashes their feathers, dances, and the other goes in turn. It's about the freedom of being out there more than scorecard. They're getting a measure of one another, learning, and just feeling." He took another drag, leaning back to exhale up upward over the women, but sitting up. "I'm surprised you can see anything honestly."
Amelia was watching Mila the whole time, absently stroking her fingers on the surface of the board when Mila returned. She licked her lips, "You are amazing... And fearless." Amelia grinned, glancing back at her set. Amelia lacked the raw power of Mila kicking off, her movement are measured with experience, and as the board was carried by the swell, building steam. She rose up on the board, finding her line instinctively, when she started curving the face of the with repeated 360s, cutting blades of water from it. The fury slowed taking longer and longer lines to regain her speed as she raced back to the crest of the wave breaking free of it for meters before the board slashed down onto the face, forcing her to trade her footing and nose the board. As the wave started to stall me, she gripped the rail of the board, cutting zigs and zags back to the second sandbar. She cruised her way back to Mila, panting like made as she lower herself back down to the lay down, paddling to get back. The laughter that poured out of her was pure joy, her cheeks rosy in contrast to her cold paled skin.
Vee grinned, re-clenching the can between her thighs. "I uhhh..." Her eyes widened as Oliver explained his observation, and Vee gave a rapid nod, tracing the wind pulled tendrils of green-blonde hair over an ear. "I hope it's not a mating dance exactly, because then I'd have to burn a bitch. That seems rude really... And Mila is having fun, which is what matters." Shifting her rear on the blanket, "I shouldn't scheme to corner her, Mila needs space to decide... And also, I would find myself on the same side of her mother, and that woman is terrifying. I mean she loves her husband, but poisons him regularly. I'd be crazy. Ah... More crazy. I'd be a crazy nympho." Volya rolled her lips between her teeth to chew on them.
Mila gave a wholehearted cheer for Amelia's ride on the wave. She was comfortably sitting up on her board, her hands floating gently in the water, the movements in no way curtailed by Mila. "Nice ride, Amelia! You're definitely not bad for someone from the mainland." Mila nodded enthusiastically, her grin brimming from ear to ear, as if the compliment was entirely that, and not meant in anything of a backhanded manner. Likely, it wasn't. "You want to hit up another one or head in? I don't know how long you were out here before Vee and I showed up."
The tide is high and ebbing.
"Competition or mating dance, they're doing really well. Probably." Conni adds after a moments thought, squinting over to the pair in the water. "I think it's best to err on the cautious side their Vee, so no fire immediately. Not that I'm one to ever exercise caution so that does feel a little hypocritical." Considering this, Conni's attention is drawn back to something Volya said. "Poisons him regularly? I'm going to assume that's colorful language for something that just doesn't translate well." She eyes Volya, carefully regarding her friend for a moment. "I was just making light earlier Vee, you are right, you shouldn't have to corner her. Not that I imagine she'd complain."
Amelia panted heavily, smiling the whole while. "Another set closer to death?" The girl from Cali laughed, and held her hand over her heart. "Please don't be confused by the panting, it's really the excitement of being out here. Oliver just doesn't have the endurance for it, and me... Well, the only thing that I have to even questionably worry about is the slick I leave in the water." Her breath slowed a touch and she grabbed the rails of her board. "I feel like another set at another time, and it may have been reversed, but you are a marvel to behold. I can see how you could rob of her thoughts... Watching you did that for me." She giggled and paddled towards Mila. "Maybe in another life... But put on a show for your girl, and if need be, I'll drag Oliver off for you alone time. Just clean up the lights if we have to leave." She took another long lecherous look over Mila's form, having to shake her head to tear her eyes away. "I'll have to behave." That same cheerful laughter bubbled out of her and her gaze fell to her board.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, but chuckled, "I'm sure Amelia would appreciate not being on fire, but we have water in case of emergencies." The man regarded Conni for a moment, "So we did manage to stumble onto the lot of you's spot. What kind of ale are you having tonight? You don't seem off your chops, but some woman can hold their drink better than others." The man smiled widely and shook his head as he looked down, "Not sure if I'm trotting to the tune of my tackle, you did say you practicing with Jane, right? Where is she?"
Volya licked her lips, "Caution? I couldn't imagine using protection with her..." A shuttering breath escaped her, and she glanced at Conni. "What are we talking about again? Uhhh, no, not poison, I meant venom, but that doesn't work as a verb, does it?" She frowned apologetically, "I think most of the blood vacated my skull at this point. I'm being a piss poor company." Taking a deep breath, she smiled sheepishly, "How are you doing, Conni? Is work really that much of a bitch to disallow anything save booze? Horrible evil booze?"
Mila snickered and shook her head. "Mahalo for the ego boost, but really, I don't need it. There are plenty of fish in the say like they say, so you will definitely find something to keep you entertained enough, even if the engine started running before you got to where you end up being." She snorted a bit, obviously highly amused. "And you don't need to drag Oliver anywhere, I just take my wahine and we go to one of the places, and have a good time, while we have someone watching the bebe." Her amusement slipped to something more wry. "And you don't have to behave, I don't limit other people's behavior. But you should know that my pupule wahine earned her title honestly, and I don't limit her behavior, either." Mila eyed the water and watched for another set of waves. "I'm gonna ride this one in, thanks for the surf, Amelia! It was fun, you're a good wave rider!" And with that, Mila started paddling toward the oncoming surf. There was certainly determination in her eyes, and she looked back over her shoulder, then ahead of herself again, as if she was timing something. When she mounted the wave, it was with a huge leap into the air, cutting the sky into a sharp arc as she whipped around and started into the tube of this particular wave. As she rode it, her hand reached out so she could cut the water, sending the water spraying out in a huge dash. As the wave started to roll down into its conclusion, Mila redirected the nose of her board to chase toward the second set of waves that would take her into the shore. As she mounted the waves that would crest just over the heavy coral reef, she was more cautious, staying up high on the barrel and not dropping in to avoid breaking coral or her board, or both. Mila then let the wave carry her in toward the shore, letting out happy war whoops as she did so, as if she was notifying the people on the black sandy beach that she was inbound.
"Jane is back in Oslo." Conni seems a little sad as she says this, a small sigh escaping her body as she does so. "The things she can do with whipped cream." Looking up to Oliver, she blinks and then addresses his question. "I was just out for a walk Oliver, you're really not intruding, at least on me. As for the Ale." She reaches into her bag and pulls out another can, the label proclaiming it to be 'Old Speckled Hen'. "This is a very good supping Ale, for me at least. I've known it to go to people's heads but you are more than welcome to try one." She offers up a can with a cheery smile, taking a sip of her own drink in the process. Looking to Volya, she shakes her head. "You are being fine Vee, I know how it is to miss someone. Anyway... it's more a 'me' thing really. I'm a bodyguard at times and it wouldn't do to be under the linger effect of a drug when you need to work." There is a moments pause and then she adds. "Anyway, mead isn't evil! It is divine! A drink of the Gods!"
Amelia raised her chins just enough to be able to keep Mila in her vision, her mouth spreading into a wide smile. "So that means I can keep my eyes on you the whole time we fly up to the beach." Amelia rolled her body forward, waiting for the next set to come in, and paddling to catch the wave. There was no denying that she picked her lines with absolute certainty, catching as much speed as she could and launching into an aerial 360, letting out a cheer of bliss. Coming down, her board didn't skip down the face at all, her line carrying her over the coral and sent her racing towards the end and into the second wave to disappear inside its barrel, racing the collapsing world to its end.
Oliver gave a nod, and laughed, "The old tying knots in cherry stems sort of girl, those are very ones to forget." He took the offered can, rolling the cherry of his jay in the condensation to put it out. "Oh, I'll bloody well try it, working my way to a poor man's speed ball." He cracked open the ale, taking a long pull, then tipping it flat. "That's not bad at all. Frankly, I used to drinking piss, and this is a spot better than that." His mouth pulled into a wide grin, before he took another drink.
Volya tilted her head and smiled, "Really, I think I'm being a crazy hormonal wreak. And yes! Mead is the drink of the Gods! It is the honey to entrap Mila when I have my say, but then there's this whole breast feeding thing to consider. Kanani really doesn't need help sleeping, just for longer stretches." The movement on the waves pulled her back in, and she grinned. "I think that was Mila's board, but Amelia's was bright too. That water must be brutal if they're coming back..." A giggle slipped out, "I can't imagine Mila losing a mating dance."
Mila allowed the slick, black, short board to make its way back to shore, waiting until she was only in about knee deep water to hop off of it and drop down to the sand. Hefting up the board under her arm, she continued moving forward on foot until she could plant said surf board into the sand like a proper marker of thoroughfare. Mila took a long moment to twist her hair and get the excess water out, leaving it looking straggly and wildly curly. "Hey guys, hope you've been enjoying yourselves." The scent of pot being in the air had Mila looking to Vee with slightly raised brows, then she chuckled and started to use the blades of her hands to squeegee water from her arms, chest, and abdomen. Best to start at the top, really. She glanced between the three on the beach with a broad smile. "The waves were wicked and prime, nothing like a choice ride in the middle of the night for a good week."
"It's better than piss, I can guarantee that." Conni grins, raising her own can in a mute toast to Oliver. Taking a large swallow, she nods in agreement with him. "Very talented in all regards. The expression I heard was 'one who can lick their own eyebrows and breathe through their ears'." She grins, fond memories coming to the fore. "A couple cans of 'Hen will see you through, it'll leave you in a good position for the rest of the evening." Looking to Volya, Conni grins. "I hadn't really noticed, I think it's just sweet." At the mention, Conni turns to look to the beach. "I wonder what the runner up prize for losing a mating dance is? Well, I guess no mating. But if there were only two?" Looking over to Mila as she approaches, she offers her a wide grin. "We have been enjoying ourselves! We're catching up a little. I'd also like to mention that my drying services are ALWAYS available." She grins once more, giving the stricken Volya a little nudge as she does so.
The tide is low and ebbing.
There was another crash of waves, and Amelia scooped up her board, running towards the blankets with a jostle of mammaries that lacked the mass necessary to be on bay watch. Panting with excitement and glowing cheeks she planted her board a moment after Mila, a breathy laugh squeezing in on the pants. "Absolute bombs out there!" Amelia proclaimed, glancing at each person on the blankets, smiling, her gaze glanced between the three ales and a laugh bubbled out. "It looks like everyone has been using their time wisely. I'm just grateful I'm not famished. Mila, thank you so much, if I lost at a competition to you, it would be a pleasure." She giggled, stepping forward to grab her towel, partially shielding her body. Her eyes settled on Volya, and Amelia grinned, "I have to tell you a secret, then I'll be off." Stepping forward, she didn't block Volya's view of Mila as gestured Vee to get close and whispered in her ear, then stood back.
Oliver took another pull, and hummed into his can. "No, it's not that for certain." He laughed again, looking at Conni, "I'm a master snorkeler, but I think I fail in the Gene Simmons department. It would be a rough act to follow." Oliver pulled at the shorts of his wet suit and let them snap back into place. "I'm positively drenched."
Volya watched as Mila rode the waves in, and she let out a long and sharp whistle. "It's official, Conni, I think the beer is warm." A heated giggle slipped out, "I try not to think about second prize in this case. I mean we will have to wait, but I let Mila handle that timing of things." Volya narrowed her eyes at Conni, angry sparking, but then she realized there were multiple wet people when Amelia leaned in to whisper to her. Her eye locked onto Mila, and her mouth curved into a smile, then she blinked and leaned away into Conni. Her dilating eyes stayed Mila, her bare toes curled and popped as Vee dragged her own thighs apart. She started groaning with each breath, pressing the can into the apex, then she bellowed a loud and unhinged cry of pure orgasm, throwing her body into an arch as her arms slapped at Conni and blanket.
Mila snickered darkly and jerked her head back a bit toward the other surfer that was incoming behind her. "I may not need the help drying off, but our new friend Amelia might take you up on it. I heard something about her being a little over wet." Mila then watched with continued amusement as Amelia went up to whisper something to Volya, though she flashed a grin over to Conni. "Not that I think you'd do anything but a superb job, Conni. I just don't feel like seeing if lightning or fire dries me better in the long run. I'd end up right back in momma blue just trying to keep myself from cooking on the bone." Mila blinked and looked over at Volya, freezing in the act of squeegeeing her legs off, her brows furrowed together tightly. "Vee?" The frown that came over her lips wasn't severe, but it was concerned while she watched Volya apparently have an orgasm based on a whisper. "Uh... Are you using an auditory vibrator technique to beat off my wahine?" This asked, of course, of Amelia.
"The sad thing is that I don't even have a towel, I'd just have to use my hands." Conni grins and nods to Mila. "I try not to get in the middle of things like that. Fire really doesn't work for me but it probably would be the better drying medium. Anyway, you know my aim isn't all that great." Raising an eyebrow, she looks over as Volya rides the waves of her own enjoyment. "Uh... okay, that's good. I'm going to need to know that trick. For reasons." Waggling her eyebrows, she looks over to Amelia, Oliver somewhat forgotten in the moment, along with her own ale.
Amelia watched as Volya threw herself back in her orgasm, her blue eyes going to Oliver, then Conni, before closing and going back to Mila. "I suppose asking a question isn't limiting my behavior. I had decided that if you fallen off your board, I would have given you the same treatment, and I was hungry I would have taken mine. I also didn't fall off, so there was sadly no rescue." Her brow tightened, "And you were seriously just... awesome to watch out on that water. No lights, and you came straight to me. It felt great to see someone match 200 years of experience on that waves." She shrugged her delicate shoulders and smiled, "I told her you talked sweetly about her out there, then I gave her a little lick. Fuck the Accords, but I understand the merit of a broken paddle, and my war is not with you, I don't believe... Unless anyone is a member of the Order of St. Giles?" Her gaze moved to Conni, and she giggled, "Would you like a kiss too? I wouldn't mind you drying me off."
Oliver leaned away from Conni as she was pressed by Volya, taking another drink of his beer and shaking his head. "I would say something about being out of order, but that really isn't my place, is it?" He rolled his eyes.
Volya managed to clench the blanket, pulling her shuttering body back down. Her other hand pressed the slack of her dress into her feminine folds as she shook her way through the aftershocks to regather some sense of control. Groaning, her eyes widen, her mouth opening the pour out a sound of building pleasure. Green veins spread throughout her skin, her eyes glowing green, as the carnal bliss rocked into a second crescendo.
"That's funny, everyone I've ever heard say 'fuck the accords' was doing so because they decided to break them fairly solidly. I get that you just licked my wahine, but I think maybe if you could step away from her now, I'd like that better." Mila's native accent had thickened slightly and her body had gone rigid with muscles poised to lash out. "I don' know who Giles is, but I don't have any saints." Mila flexed her hands, then flicked them slightly to remove any water from them that might have been dripping off. "You alright, Vee?" Mila's tone was a little more along the line of firm now, and her worried, brown eyes fixed on the fact that Volya looked like she was about to sprout, well, sprouts. While being nude and fresh from an exhilarating surf might leave some looking like they were out of place, Mila didn't seem at all effected by it. Instead, she stood like she was wearing full armor and ready to make like a line backer and tackle anything between herself and her nymph.
"Gods damn it!" This comes from Conni and it is said with real feeling. "I wanted to lay my hands on you too. Now I know you're just this revolting thing underneath." She shakes her head, truly saddened for a moment. "Mila. I think she poisoned Volya. If I'm right, she's been infected with venom, it's a heroin like high and very addictive. It would make Amelia here a vampire, probably Red Court. They generally play by the rules but this isn't one of those times. St Giles are an organization that the Red Court really, really hate." Gripping her stave with one hand, Conni pulls it out of the sand and lays it across one of her shoulders, the move meant to look casual but for some reason the Dane with the warrior's physique can't quite pull it off.
Amelia chuckled with that same bell-like quality upon hearing Mila, but she took a step away from Volya as she continued to dry her body with the towel. "My people tend to push the bounds of the Accords, that is for certain. It keeps everyone somewhat civil, but in matters of war..." Her mouth formed a smile, "And love... Civil does not always send the right message." She nodded to Mila, her eyes moving to Conni, then back down at Volya, "She was on the edge before my venom did a thing, but most Summery Ones are, aren't they..." A sigh escaped her and she shook her head. "Now, that is just rude, but not inaccurate." Amelia watched the staff come to Conni's shoulder, "Is this really what you want?"
Oliver stood up, taking another drink of the ale. "Can everyone just chill, your girl is high, but so are most beach bunnies. Hell, she was working on boiling a tinny with her pink bits the entire time you two were out." The Aussie rolled his eyes, "It's nothing to go banta over really."
Vee moaned, shivering in place as the green vein grew their her skin, slowly pulling her limbs in. She blinked her bright eyes, trying to reign in her breathing. She gave a quick in Mila, but her attention being there caused her clench her legs together. Her fingers dragged on the blanket, a few sparks igniting the loose strands of fiber. A groan fell from her lips as she clinched her teeth, and forced her to sit up by her planted hand, her hips rocking rhythmically.
If anything, Mila's jaw managed to clench tighter at Conni's words, and the look in her eye hardened. "I'd much prefer keeping the mother of my child safe from whatever's going on. Did what you do to her make it so that I have to keep my baby from her tit for the next week? Did you even care to think about how it would effect someone with a baby?" Mila's voice was tonally dark, and her hands were balled into fists tight enough to mottle the color of her flesh. "Vee, bebe, can you stand? Come over to me so we can wash it off of your neck." Mila took the few steps forward and reached out her hand to Volya, forcing the fingers to unbind as if they were held tight by heavy bands that had to be worked free. "No matter what I want right now, even if it includes everything from blood to skin laid out on this sand like an offering to the Akua, the first thing I want is to make sure you're ok." Mila's voice still carried that hard edge of her ravaged temper, but she tried to give a slight smile to Vee, even while her eyes were flashing with nothing short of fiery doom.
The tide is low and rising.
"Anti-venom would be best, I'm just not sure where to get any. We'd need a Warden and they're in short supply these days." Conni sounds more than a little tense, keeping a hand on or her stave and making sure to keep her feet planted. "Oliver? Your friend just gave a baby mother a shot of heroin, I don't think Mila would be out of line in requiring a duel at this point. Of course, Amelia doesn't like the Accords right now." Picking up her backpack, she steps over to Mila, doing her best to keep Amelia and Oliver between them. "There should be a bottle of water in there if you need it." Turning back to face the pair, she lets the veil that covers her wings fade, a pair of glistening, midnight black wings shimmering into view as she does so.
Amelia's drying process slowed, as she considered Mila's question for a moment. "It was a small dose. We generally apply so much over days, that most would sell their baby for another lick. We are predators, and this keeps the herd close. She clearly isn't entirely human, so the particulars would be just a guess." A heavy sigh escaped her, "Are we really talking about my skin now? She'll live, your baby will live. We regularly take from the fringes of society, because if we didn't someone else would. On this matter... I hit on you, and you spoke on her. I was jealous, more so after I watched you on your board." She frowned a touch, "I am not hungry at the moment, I can only imagine that you taste... Divine." She regarded Volya for a moment, then looked back to Mila. "The tiniest taste of her was as close as I was planning to get to you." Her eyes narrowed, "But I will defend myself, if that is the way you decide this has to go, which would be a shame." The woman's eyes narrowed at the mention of Wardens, but she laughed as the wings came out, "Talking about me being something horror under the skin. Vultures pick carrion too, but is Odi-- I'm sorry, Vadderung, isn't it?"
Oliver stared at his beer, "Duel? Seriously, piss on the accords that the fucking pixies use to their advantages. Word of the law..." The man rolled his eyes, "Fuck Amelia, just apologize or something."
Volya was still trying to control her breathing, blinking those glowing green orbs as Mila's hand. Her tongue ran over her lips as she took her arm off the blanket, and toss Mila's hand. When her warm fingers touched Mila's, it wasn't to grab it, but to experience it. Vee's mouth dropped open as she let out a long 'Oooohh' sound that broke with a giggle. Vee's thighs loosened, and she blinked. "I feel high right now, but..." A 'heh' escaped her and she continued to stroke at Mila's skin. "I want to touch you all over." She blinked, her head turning to Conni moving next to Mila. "Hey Conniiiiii..." a giggle escaped her, and she didn't sound sober.
Mila looked at Amelia with eyes hard enough to be cast of ebony, the darkness behind them no less than a violent tide waiting to crash on the shore with enough force to cast it to the four corners of the earth on impact. "Your jealousy, fucking haoles." The word had never sounded more like a curse. "Learn to live and let live, maybe you won't go around pissing off everything you want to taste for yourself." Mila shuddered slightly at the drug induced need for Volya to stroke her skin, distaste on her lips for a brief moment before she shook her head and took another step forward. Her arms moved to wrap under Vee's legs, and behind her back, and Mila stook to lift the woman with so little effort she might as well have been moving without a burden. "I love you, my pupule wahine, but I can't leave that shit on you." And with that, Mila turned her back to the other three on the beach and walked Volya out into the surf. Once she was about thigh deep, she sat down, and dragged Mila under the water with her. While yes, Vee might have struggled or attempted to free herself, Mila's main concern was lifting a handful of sand mixed with salt water to scrub at the side of the nymph's neck to get the saliva off as thoroughly as possible.
Amelia dropped the towel on the blanket, and tossed her hand. "Eu nao sou mulher branca!" The woman growled in perfect Portuguese, but didn't bother following Mila to attending to Volya. And she let out a heavy sigh as she watched Mila walk down the water. "Maybe in another life." Her attention shifted to
Conni can't help but wave in response to the greeting from Volya, her harsh expression melting just for a moment before she turns to look back to Oliver and Amelia. "My wings are only a sign of horror to those who fear death Amelia. I only showed them as it felt a little hypocritical hiding them while berating you for hiding your true self." The mention of Odin causes Conni to smile, something of the opposite reaction perhaps. "My God is fine if that is what you're asking?" Conni watches as Mila lifts Volya, again shifting her position to keep herself between the other pair.
Amelia dropped the towel on the blanket, and tossed her hand. "Eu nao sou mulher branca!" The woman growled in perfect Portuguese, but didn't bother following Mila to attending to Volya. And she let out a heavy sigh as she watched Mila walk down the water, a smile returning to her lips. "Maybe in another life." Her attention shifted to Conni, and she nodded. "That is fair enough, but I have never feared death, Valkyrie. So forgive me. I may have to call back... Seeing as there is a Valkyrie in the island. Are you currently under contract?" Amelia giggled, "No need to answer, may I'm just be surprised as to know they assign."
Oliver took another sip of the ale, and nodded to himself. "This is absolutely a great sipping ale, I would have to have to kill it and scream let's go. It would be a fucking waste." His eyes lifted to regard Conni, "You have a sweet pair of wings by the way. Just saying... Mostly on the prayer of havin' a naughty, but I think we're past that." A disheartened sigh escaped his lips, and he took another drink. "Bugger..."
Volya's mouth fell open as she was pulled up by Mila and carried towards the sea, and a hungered growl poured from her, as she started rubbing on Mila as the way to the water. She gasped at the shock of water. The nymph was the least by confused really, not by being dragged to the word by Mila. The sand scrubbing had her pulling at her hoodie to remove it, as Summer magic tightened her connection to the water, the most minor of shifts of allow her to breath. With a wave of her hand, a pulse of green light followed out into the water around them. Volya continued to struggle with her hoodie, her legs kicking to try and knot herself with Mila.
Shadows lengthen and the light turns golden as the sun sinks toward the west through a clear sky.
Under the water, Mila had no trouble breathing, since gills made that a convenience beyond imagining. So, there was no indication of surfacing. Once she'd managed to scrub at Volya's neck until it looked a little pink, Mila pulled tighter on Volya's shirt and held her closely, making odd little sounds that didn't quite make music or anything like it. At least she was trying to soothe the woman. Coupling, though, wasn't in the cards right now as Mila's skin started to roughen up a little, the chafe of being royally pissed off because her baby momma had just been drugged wasn't dissipating. No, once Mila was done focusing on helping Volya get the nasty spit from the American Haole off of her skin, and once Volya didn't seem like some sort of vine just looking for a trellis, the anger coursing through Mila's body would have to go somewhere. Right now, though, there were more important things at hand.
"Would it be that you'd identify your Court, at least so that we may find the right anti-venom should we need to? You can never go too far when it comes to soothing a baby mother after all." Strangely diplomatic Conni fixes her gaze on Amelia, nodding at her words. Looking to Oliver, she offers the man a smile. "I don't know Oliver, you can never really go wrong when you're complimenting my wings, it's certainly a good step." As if to prove her point, Conni gives her wings a little flex, the feathers rustling as the wings settle back in place behind her. "No venom though, you have to earn the orgasms." She winks at him as she says this, her expression softening a little.
The tide is high and rising.
Amelia glanced at the water, particularly the pulse of green light. "I was expecting someone more fiery considering." Her expression grew puzzled as she looked back at Conni. "I am not going to dose her again, she will be fine." She licked her lips, forcing a smile this time. She blinked her blue eyes, but they were oily black when they reopened. "If you are asking is to my bloodline, the name of my sire need not pass my lips." She blinked again, and they were back to their human green. "So much for getting help being dried off." Her words made it clear she was stung by the notion.
Oliver raised his eyebrow at the glowing wave. "Fiery may be the right of it. A bit of a pixie discharge... You don't usually see that sort of thing out of the human ones, just the ones that cause men to dance to their deaths." The Aussie took another drink of the ale, savoring the flavor with hum of delight before swallowing. "Granted, you would think she was enthralled by Mila, if the drooling from the pink bits was any indication." Oliver grinned as he looked to Conni, "That seems downright sad though. Not like I can choose how I kiss. You get another extra pot of that anti-venom, and help you forget about Jane." He winked at her.
Being pulled tighter by Mila made it difficult for Volya to get her hoodie off, and Volya's skin continued to green. The hardening skin caused her to shiver bodily. Ever second, she took on more of her seaweed traits, the lack of sunlight causing her body to continue to shift down through gears to conserve oxygen, her thoughts slowing. Releasing her hoody, she grabbed Mila by the cheeks, her green glowing eyes trying to lock onto Mila's in the darkness, she offered a smile, her legs cycles to wrap around Mila. And with an effort of will, Summer grasped a bit tighter to the area, and she mouthed the word 'Yes'.
The stars glitter like diamonds in the deep sapphire blue of the night sky.
Mila, being nowhere near over her bout of absolute rage, looked at Volya and gave her a ghost of a smile. She shook her head gently once, and gave Vee a kiss on the nose. Her lips were rough where they touched Vee's skin, and Mila pulled back before she scraped a layer off the fairer woman's nose. "Up." She said the word, but it was more a sub-vocalization. Soon enough, Mila stood up with Vee in her arms, holding the slowly greening woman closer than it seemed she had walking into the water. Turning, she started back inland, taking measured steps and moving with the waves as if their rhythm made more sense than footsteps alone. "I'm taking Vee home. I need to help her deal with this shit. Thanks for making my night suck, blood sucker." Mila didn't have anything but cold, pure, distaste on her tongue as she flashed a hateful gaze at Amelia. "Don't ever come near me or my wahine again." The words were laced with venom, as surely as Amelia's saliva. "Either of you." Mila gave that glance to Oliver as well, her utter dislike obviously extending to Amelia's cohort. "Conni, I know you can take care of yourself, but you're welcome to come with us in the car if you want a ride. I've got to get Vee out of here, though. This poison doesn't deserve the audience of the one that caused it." Mila did what she could to keep Volya's needy movements to a minimum, holding her tightly. The fact that her skin was a little rough might have helped to keep the other woman from sliding on her nude body at all. "Actually, Conni, even if you don't come with us, can you carry my board for me?" The though obviously hot on the heels of the fact that tonight would be even worse if Mila lost her sleek, dark grey, short board due to the evening's events.
"A fair point Amelia, forgive my rudeness." Conni offers the female vampire a nod, the corners of her lips turning up in a smile as the note of drying off is made. "True enough Oliver, I'd have to think about it while you get one for the bank as they like to say." Offering Oliver an apologetic shrug, Conni heads over to Mila's board and picks it up, tucking it under one arm while keeping her other hand on her stave. "It's okay Mila, a ride out would be nice and I'll feel better knowing you've gotten Vee home safely." Bobbing along after Mila, Conni does her best to look casual while still keeping a watchful eye on Amelia and Oliver. "It's been interesting."
Amelia had started to get a dress out of her bag, and was putting it on when Mila came walking out of the water. She stared at Mila as she made her proclamation, and gave the slightest nod. "Then I suggest to doing participate in any upcoming events on the North Shore, Mila, because Oliver and I will be at each and every one of them. You'll have your little beach bunny all to yourself." Her forced smile returned, and she rolled her eyes, flipping her hand in a dismissive wave, she pulled her dress over her head and down her body.
Oliver's eyes went from Mila to Amelia to his ale, which he had to sigh up. He glanced at the blanket under his feet and picked up the water. A humorless laugh passed his lips, "Yeah, one for the bank... It was a pleasure meeting you all. Conni, uh, hold up a second." Oliver killed his ale and tossed the empty on his blanket. Hastily, he tossed Mila's clothes on the blanket and rounded it up the blanket, picking up it and the second blanket that Mila and Volya brought as well as the Vee's bag. Carrying the bundle, he passed it to Conni. "Save an awkward walk back." The man took a step back, and offered a half-hearted wave. "G'night."
Volya grinned with the kiss on her nose, and was carrying back out of the water. Her lungs demanded that she expel the water in her lungs, and she coughed up the seawater onto Mila's shoulder. She raised her index finger as she tried to talk, clearing most of it. The conversation wasn't something a seaweeded brain could process, rather her limbs sensed hardening skin and frame that required closeness, and she began nuzzling and licking at the top of Mila's breast and shoulder, causing her to shiver more and hum with a coughing fit didn't interrupt it.
Mila turned a shrewd look to Amelia and shook her head once, sharply. "You must be confused, na'u 'ona. This is My island. If you're on it, don't be where I can see you. You've harmed my family, and things will get no better for you once the family realizes what you've done. I couldn't give you a friendlier warning." She shot a glance over to Oliver and nodded once to him, curtly. "Mahalo, I would have hated to lose that bikini." And then Mila continued walking toward the jeep, still bristling like she was halfway between screaming at the top of her lungs and punching holes through people. Of course, with Volya licking and coughing up seawater onto her skin, her attention went back to the bundle in her arms and Mila seemed to redouble her surety that getting the greenie out of there was highly important. Even if her face did look like someone walking in front of her would die of mere exposure to her gaze.
Amelia growled, and her body moved with frightening and inhuman speed, and in an instant she was just standing on front of trio next to Mila's jeep, with her back turned to them. Reaching out her hand, she slammed the hood which resounding like a gong. Her fingers arched and she dragged them, paint tearing and metal screeching under inhuman fingernails until her hand stopped moving. "No, Mila... You are confused. If we weren't here, the Fomor would have enslaved her family. YOU are free to live your lives with only OUR blessing." She growled, "It was a gift that I felt you deserved, for being amazing... A goddess of the seas." Her hand left the hood, and she pulled them in front of her chest. Her voice softened, sounding almost mournful. "I hope your family isn't part of them... Otherwise, I would have to promise that you will have to watch as I drain every last drop of blood from your baby, Volya, and your entire family." Amelia shook her head, and started walking.
Oliver offered a nod to the parting ground, moving his bag and started stripping out of his own wet suit. Then Amelia decided to speed, and he yelled, "For FUCK'S SAKE!"
Volya whimpered with need, her hands hungry for the rough touch of Mila's skin. She started to squirm in Mila's arm, meowing pleas to woman. She was really lost in the world with her goddess. Right up to the point that she held the words, 'baby' and 'Fomor', and Volya's teeth ratcheted down so tight that squeaked. Tossing her arm towards the jeep, there was a roar of air as it combusted. A wall of flame grew from the sand growing past three yards. The heat off of it was felt from several yards away, burning the eyes and growing quickly uncomfortable on the skin. "Mahalo... Please do not confuse me or my family as fomor... The next one I ignite will erupt from your pussy." Vee's outstretched hand squeezed into a fist, and the flaming wall became white hot, the sand under it glowing red hot. "And if I have to wait YEARS for our next baby, Mila... We're going to have quadruplets." The though of it cause her to arch in Mila's arms, like a stretching cat that decide it was you problem to stop them from falling.
Conni's mouth drops open, just a little as the wall of flame appears between them and duo of Vampires. "I can not believe you just threatened a baby. One step, one breath, on blink that I think is towards us and I will end you and it will not be pretty. I will rip that skin from your body and leave you staked out in the sand for everyone to see, your true form repulsing all those you preyed on you fucking parasite." Rage builds as Conni speaks, the wood on her stave creaking under her grip.
The tide is high and slack.
Mila almost broke teeth off inside of her mouth with as hard as her jaw clenched. Her muscles bunched and she readied to toss Volya behind her in case the rapidly moving vampire was intending them direct harm. When it seemed to be that Amelia simply wanted to make a point, Mila finally let out a slow, thin, breath as she arched her neck to the side to pop the vertebrae in their overly tightened, muscular, cage. "If you believe you're the only thing between this island and the fomor, you're off your meds, na'u 'ona. My family has been shredding the disgusting things since before there were stories of them. Why do you think there are reefs in the first place? Why do you think this is our island? It's because we protect it. Maybe where you're from, with all the haoles and the people scared enough of the water that they won't even swim, you matter enough to say such a thing is all you. Here? This is Oahu, this is HAWAII. Our people are not here safely because of you. They're here safely because of what they are, who they are, and because our Gods haven't forsaken us. Because the children of our Gods haven't forsaken us. Because we haven't forsaken ourselves." Vee got a curious look, and Mila shifted her a little to the side, slowly lowering the blonde's feet to the ground so she could half stand, half lean, on Mila, and so that Mila had more body mass she could move in a moments notice if necessary. "Careful, Vee, don't hit the car." Mila warned the almost drunk woman fondly, obvious adoration for the addled nymph there in the tone of her voice. Mila looked back over toward Conni and gave her a smile, one obviously agreeing with the concept of leaving skin strips laid all over the beach.
Amelia noticed the light and heat, before her mind could recognize it as fire, her body moved quickly to avoid it. She turned, her oily black eyes reflecting the flames. Her mouth opened, and there would have been fangs save for Conni's threat and the flaming wall. Instinct said to take another step, and she did, her posture weakening as bowed back and held her arms close.
Running like a moment people, panting and with his wet suit unzipped and off one arm. "Everyone please, calm the fuck down!" Oliver offered the electric lantern as if it was an olive branch. His eyes darted to the flaming wall, then to the lantern. Slowly, and calmly, he reached out to turn it off, as the light seemed superfluous under the circumstances. "Amelia, go walk it that fuck off. Please." His words were nervous, and he slowed his open palms with the metal loop hung on one thumb for it to be taken.
Vee was unsteady on her feet as she was put down, her expression twisted with worry as it was somehow a level of rejection. She hummed a worried note, her arm fell to her skirt to grab the material and start pulling it up the front of her legs. "We're going to fuck in the car?" She asked the question hopefully, glancing at it to ensure it wasn't on fire. "I... Muuuuuh." She drew the rest of her dress up and looped a leg in front of Mila to pressure her feminine folds to her with moan of relief. "Please?" The nymph didn't want for answer and started rocking her hips again her goddess, whimpering.
Conni walks to the back of the jeep and puts away Mila's board and then carefully sets down the bundle of clothes that she had been handed. "Mila, you can take the Jeep, I'll follow on behind from the air." She gives her wings an experimental flap, a 'whump' is felt and heard as she does so. "I'm doing my best here, I really am." Conni directs this to Oliver. "Please handle your friend, I'm going to head off with my friends now. It would be a poor end to the evening if there had to be violence."
While there might not have been any response to what Mila had said, the darkly pleased smile on her lips as she watched Amelia react to the fire made Mila look remarkably like the Goddess she was descended from. "Or don't, Amelia. But I would recommend listening to your... mate." Any sign of happiness or pleased response was apparently only relegated to Mila's appearance, as her voice sounded hard and heated enough that it bordered on wanting to be shouted when she spoke. "Don't worry Vee, you'll get some. We just need to get out of our current situation first." Mila patted vee's ass solidly, and thank heavens for the fact that she was build short and sturdy, or she'd have fallen over with the blonde writhing on her. Mila gave Conni a nod. "Mahalo, Conni, thanks for getting my board and putting it away safely. I'll have to see if I can spot you overhead while we drive home." Mila grinned a little and lifted Volya just a bit, then nodded toward the car. "Into the car, Vee. It's time to head home." She side-walked toward the Jeep, careful to skirt around the fire, trying to get Volya to the passenger side, as the blonde was decidedly NOT in a state capable of driving.
The tide is high and ebbing.
Amelia started to reign in her fear, words filtering through instinct, Mila's words finally hitting their mark. Her posture remained guarded as she frowned, she may have started again, but Oliver kept pushing for peace, and she nodded, her expression becoming more introspective as she locked onto that melting sand at the base of the flames. Taking a deep breath, and she managed only push voice voice over the roar of flames, "I'm sorry..." Her face twisted into a grimace, and she turned to walk towards the beach to leave them in peace.
Oliver took a cautious step follow with his palms still in plain sight as he moved around vehicle with Conni, giving her and her wings space. His expression was cleared uncomfortable from the heat of the flames, and he reached out to set the lamp in the back of the jeep before stepping away. "Not a mate," he pointed out. He cleared his throat, "Word of warning... Not a threat. It's bloody clear there is strength here, but also... There are many that slip through the cracks." He looked to Mila, "You're a surfer. I know you've seen them. And on every beach that we don't mark with our bloodletting, co-- People are disappearing."
Volya continued to rub on Mila, the sounds falling from her lungs carnal and pained. As Mila moved, she took it as invitation to climb the shorted wahine, the grind of her hips becoming more urgent and starving, all the way to the point that she was dropped into the passenger seat and Mila left her. The woman shrieked in protest, the flaming flaring in time with the sound as the heat started to bubble and there was scent of sweating rubber. The fact was moving around the car seemed to calm her just enough for the flames to subside, and Volya gripped the bottom of her hoodie to rip it off her body. Vee's green skin was hot enough that the water was steaming off it. The flap of wings, chilled air, played like a Winter threat on her skin, and the look cast as Conni was an inhuman stare of glowing green orbs in the sockets of her body. There were uncomfortably seconds where there was no sign of logic in her expression, a creature sifting through its feelings, and Volya dragged her knees on the seat to raise. Her lips cursed in a frown, and she moaned at Conni like an animal in heat. Volya sobbed, frantic to rip the wet fabric off her body, to release herself of the constrains. She tossed them aside, naked, her entire skin blushing through the green tint of it. Turning her attention back to Mila, Vee's hand gripped her full breasts, her grip quickly becoming crashing and she breath coming in sobs.
As angry as she was, Conni does manage to calm down a little, her professionalism taking hold. Looking to Amelia, she nods her head at the apology, letting her gaze sweep from her to Oliver. "People disappearing? You think as food for something?" Conni considers this, curious but also more than aware of the desperate moaning coming from Volya. "I think perhaps another night will do for explanation, as much as I'd like to hear more." She turn, seeking out Mila. "I'll follow on from behind, I don't know if my being close is helping Vee at all."
Mila let out a growl under her breath as she had to deal with the apparently quite high Volya while still being on her own version of high alert that had absolutely nothing to do with mating, everything to do with killing and destruction. Once Vee was in the car, despite the blonde's raving and other various noises, Mila looked back at Conni and let out a low whistle. "Well then, I think mom's going to have Nani all night, and I'll take Vee to our other place. Fly safe, Conn. Mahalo for everything, really, I know you helped keep a lid on things." Mila offered a smile, though it was a little forced, as she was justifiably distracted. "Now I have to figure out how to get us home without getting us in a wreck." Mila snorted and walked around the car, the smooth glass from the fire crunching under her feet soundly as she crossed it. Once she got into the car the primary goal was belting Volya in so she'd be moderately safe, and then Mila started it up. After bapping away a couple of hands, likely Vee's, Mila got the car moving, carrying it's two nude occupants toward the safety of one of their homes, the one that didn't have an unsuspecting daughter and grandmother in it.
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