Tidebound Desire
The sun hung low over the horizon, casting golden reflections on the tide as it kissed the warm sands of Costa del Sol. Woowind's feet sank into the soft shore as she walked alone, savoring the hush of waves and the distant hum of gulls.
She wasn’t expecting company. Yet as she rounded a cluster of rocks, laughter caught her ear—a melodic sound that danced like the sea breeze. A figure lay sprawled in the sand ahead: a dusky-furred Miqo'te, black hair shimmering with droplets, her bikini tangled and clinging after a playful swim.
Their eyes met, curious and bold. "Didn't think anyone else knew about this spot," the stranger purred.
"Guess we both like to chase the quiet," Woowind replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
It started with conversation—shared drinks, stories of hunts gone wrong, flirtatious banter between giggles. Then came the teasing splashes in the shallows, hands brushing as they pretended to fall. One tugged the other into the tide, lips met salty skin, laughter melting into moans swallowed by the sound of waves.
Sand clung to their backs as they moved against each other, tangled in seaweed and sun. Woowind’s nails dragged across tanned thighs, while the other Miqo’te’s lips mapped every inch of her neck, down her chest, and lower still.
They didn’t speak as the moon rose—only sighed, tangled and wet beneath the stars, letting the ocean hush the world around them.
By the time they washed off in the sea, the only thing louder than the waves was their breath—soft, spent, and satisfied. Woowind leaned into her new companion, still flushed and glistening. "We should chase quiet together more often."