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Tsk, Tsk… you are struggling already? Here, let me help…
You felt two things at this moment. The first was feeling the contractions you had already felt for the past 15 seconds intensify. The second was feeling time slow to a crawl, to an agonizingly slow rate. You glance at your stopwatch. You were just three seconds away from hitting the milestone of 2 mins underwater. Kronii wanted you to match her pace and hit 3 minutes but this barrier at 2:30 had held you back. Now she had forced you to do so, her time manipulation powers proving useful as a way to help you, just like you asked. You can’t thank her enough for her kindness.
Don’t worry, I’ll keep track. Just hold out this one more second for as long as you can. You can handle this…
With no other option left, the idea of forcefully lifting yourself from the tub and going up for air a distant one in your mind, you stayed down. You’ve never held your breath this long before, but you no longer knew how much more of this pain you had to endure. Kronii was in control, being on top of you, one hand slowly rubbing your chest and stomach to feel the contractions of your body, while the other held your back firmly. Her bare wet skin, covered only by a two piece blue swimsuit, shimmered and caught your attention, even if you couldn’t see it well while being under. Her grip on you solidified as your grip on your air lessened. A spasm hits and some bubbles ascend to the surface of the tub.
You are doing so well… please hold on…
The sound of her encouragement is faint yet effective. She calls out your name, pushing, practically begging you to stay conscious and under for as long as possible. She knows this hurts, so she’s trying her best to be gentle. More spasms hit your body. She caresses your swimsuit and your skin as your chest and stomach begin to contract intensely. It’s a new sensation but one that is welcome. This sort of pain is just what the doctor ordered. It gave you so much bliss. One more spasm made you burst out air into a huge plume, bubbles rising away from your lungs into the surface. All under a watchful eye of a warden. Your warden.
Two seconds remain.
Stay with me!!
From below, you see Kronii take deep breaths. She had a plan to ensure you stay down. She leaned forward, racing to dunk herself and join you.
Stbablb bwlithpl meblblelbl!
Kronii’s head fell into the water, shouting at you with the reckless disregard for air only a goddess could have. Her thighs lock your hips and legs into place, further restricting movement from the kicks you cannot control. She peppers your neck with kisses, her hair flowing into your eyes. She’s doing the best she can to take your mind off the fact that you are drowning and will die if you don’t breathe air. It’s working. You feel good. Ouro Kronii is making you feel good. You’ve never felt better in your life. Air flows out of your mouth as you groan in bliss at Kronii’s touch. She then delivers a kiss onto your lips, taking care to not blow air toward your lungs but still passionately moaning out bubbles with your name in between so many kisses of passion. It feels like you are being reborn.
Your own plume of bubbles has diminished in size. Air has abandoned your body. You lie nearly still, the few movements you can manage being the spasms of your belly and chest. You couldn’t move to resurface even if you wanted to. The pain of the contractions demonstrate your tolerance and strength. You don’t need air. You are surrounded by water and are being held by Ouro Kronii. People would kill to be in this position. You are so lucky and blessed. Your mind start to doubt if you are truly human. Someone being held by Ouro Kronii underwater surely doesn’t need the things mortal humans do, since only other deities can hold and feel a goddess. You held a goddess back. Your goddess. Goddesses don’t need air. Ouro Kronii doesn’t need air. You don’t need air. You just need Ouro Kronii. You need her here, at this time, with you, both screaming every air molecule in the lungs out. And she needs you.
Ghjublstl abl blitlbhl lblonghblgerl! Stblably glwiblthb blmeb! Bli’llbl blprotghblectl blyoghughk…
One second remains.
You don’t need air. Your eyes dart across her body. Contractions rack her body intensely. What was once your struggle has now become hers as well. You lock eyes with her. A deep blush has settled on her face. She seems like she needs air but she’s ignoring that need for you. She wants to stay with you til the end. You don’t need air. Time feels as if it has stopped. You see a blissful smile crawl over her face, one of satisfaction of seeing you pushed to your limits. The gods don’t need air. You use the last of your strength to feel her midriff and see her chest bounce. Ouro Kronii doesn’t need air. She leans forward to whisper to you. You don’t need air. You cannot stop thinking about how you don’t need air.
Blyougl gldidbl blso glbloobgld… bltghanbkbl ybgloublgkh.
The body wins over the mind. You take a breath of water. In that one gurgle, your body flares up into overdrive. Sensations that are indescribable. A euphoric burn as you feel yourself begin to fade. Water has flooded your lungs. The words Kronii bubbles to you have become impossible to parse. You feel like you are going to die if you remain immersed for any further duration of time. And yet in spite of this, you’ve never felt more alive. It feels like you are...
…
Beep Beep.
The stopwatch hits two minutes.
…
Time hastens forward. You are hoisted up and suddenly instead of liquid, air surrounds your mouth and nostrils. Instinctively, your hand that held the stopwatch firm, never letting go of it at any point, clicked to stop it. The water that had made your throat and lungs home is quickly expelled. You are coughing and breathing like there was no tomorrow. Kronii was also gasping, not as hard as you but still weary. This took a bit more out of her than she realized. But it seems it was worth it.
Both of you settle into a hug, one of people that have been through a journey to a great beyond and back. A comfy reward to have after such a dangerous dance. Kronii, with a huge smile on her face, mutters something to you between gasps.
Haaahh… Check your watch… Haahh…
You check the stopwatch. It reads 4:47.