"We're almost there," Bethany told Ryan as they walked along the small trail.

"You said you found this place a few years ago?" Ryan asked, checking to make sure Tyler was still trailing behind them, stretching his elemental senses of air and water out past the ten-foot range he had been keeping it at up to the thirty-foot range he could manage

The servant was still fifteen feet behind them, quite nervously. Over the past few weeks, Tyler had grown used to allowing Bethany to guide Ryan, so Ryan knew that wasn't it. The water elemental five feet behind Tyler, on the other hand, no doubt increased the servant's nerves many times over, even if he had grown used to them talking with Ryan.

"Yeah," Bethany answered. "I found it when I was twelve. It's a pretty nice place, and I thought Tyler might enjoy it."

At breakfast, Bethany informed Ryan and Tyler that she wanted to take them on a small trip to one of the unnamed islands. There, she began to lead them through a path, saying there was a cove she wanted to take them to. A secluded, private area she visited sometimes.

"I bet you go skinny dipping here, don't you?" Ryan asked.

"Yes," she chuckled. "It's a nice place to even out your tan, too. Not that you have an issue with that."

"I don't," he chuckled. "You know me. As soon as we arrive and a blanket's down, I'm losing the board shorts and shoes and just laying free."

Bethany chuckled a little at that. Ryan had decided he would tan nude whenever he could, mostly because Tyler had briefly complained about his own tan starting to form uneven. If Ryan went nude for it, Tyler had around a fifty percent chance of doing so as well, mostly dependent on how likely someone else was to stumble upon them. Bethany would always strip down as well, regardless.

"And we're here," Bethany told Ryan as they entered into an open space he had sensed. "The cove is curved like a crescent, with the thick foliage all around it, completely beach apart from the far side from us. There, there's a cliff that reaches up to twenty feet at its height, which is perfect for doing cliff-diving from."

Ryan listened for a few moments, his head turning towards the direction of the cliffs. The sound of water crashing over rocks and into more water filled his ears.

"I can hear a waterfall, too," he said as Tyler approached, the elemental keeping the same distance behind the servant. "Falling from the cliffs?"

"A small one about eight feet in width," Bethany told him. "It pours straight off the end, and there's a small cave behind it, too. It's rather beautiful."

"I'm sure," he told her as he wondered just how beautiful it would be.

With his elemental senses, he could find his own way of seeing beauty, but he wanted to see things the way others did. For that, he needed to develop his magic more, especially his sense of light. He could still only see a single color, and was still uncertain as to which it was. There was no one else to help him with that, after all.

It was a superior way of seeing, yet some small part of of him still wanted to be able to see with his eyes, just so he could see the same beauties those around him saw, see them the same way others saw them.

"Well," Ryan said. "I think you and Tyler should start enjoying our day here. I'll stick around with our elemental friend, and-"

"How do you do that?" Bethany interrupted him, jumping after having looked behind them. "How is it you always know when there's an elemental close by?"

"We are brothers, he and I," Ryan said. "We can always tell when the other is near. Is that pineapple I'm smelling?"

Ryan sniffed the air. It was definitely pineapples.

"There are some pineapple plants around twenty feet to our right," Bethany told him, and he could feel her amusement. "Come on, we can get you a spot near us."

"Enjoy yourself, Tyler," Ryan said. "You're in break mode once I'm settled onto the towel."

"Yes, sir," Tyler responded.

Bethany led them nearer to where Ryan could hear the waterfalls against the ocean and the waves against the shore. He watched as Tyler spread out a blanket and put their cooler and basket down, then Ryan stripped off his shoes and shorts and lay on the blanket, Bethany helping him down.

"I'll be back once I've had a bit of fun," she kissed him on the cheek.

"I look forward to it," he grinned as he sensed Tyler's discomfort.

Tyler always seemed okay with them having sex as long as he wasn't around, but became bothered if he were present for it. Ryan guessed that Tyler was a private person about it, and had made a note to ask Tyler what bothered him and if he'd prefer it if he could leave during it, but had forgotten to do so. He'd see about sending Tyler away once Bethany returned.

"Enjoy yourselves," Ryan said as he watched the pair of them stripping off their clothes. "Going to cliff jump, Tyler?"

"Yes," Tyler responded. "I've wanted to do this for years."

"Good luck," Ryan grinned. "I'll be watching."

"Sure," Tyler snorted, aware that Ryan's range, even at triple where it was before, couldn't actually stretch the full distance necessary. "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" Ryan said, then sensed both of the other teens leaving his range.

"Hello," Ryan spoke through water, manifesting twelve communication points and shifting them around, as was normal when speaking with the elementals. While twelve spots were standard, them being still was not. "How are you?"

"I am well," the elemental responded. "You are-" Ryan wasn't too sure on what the elemental called him, but it was the first time one had referred to him with a name that he was sure was elemental in style. "-it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Swift Falls."

"Hello, Swift Falls," Ryan said as he tried to sort out what he was called. "I don't actually know those words you used, but the first one seemed similar enough to a certain other one. Did you call me a word that is an alternative for 'without sight'?"

"You are Blind-" the second word was something Ryan still didn't understand. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Strong Ocean has told me about you."

Strong Ocean was the elemental on the main island which took over most of training Ryan. He was strange, and a bit mischievous, like most of the water elementals Ryan had encountered. Or all of them. He wasn't sure yet. Strong Ocean had plenty of advice for his own sense of water and for using a few spells as well, which Ryan was more interested in.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well," Ryan responded. "I take it you knew who I was because of my ability to talk with you?"

"That is correct," Swift Falls responded. "You are not like the Dry One who visits here."

The elemental used the term Ryan came to associate with people. He supposed that to an embodiment of water itself, everything was 'dry' to them. It didn't bother him much, as they never referred to him as a Dry One.

"The Dry One?" Ryan asked.

"Yes," the elemental responded. "The suspicious Dry One. He is not of the Dry Ones who normally live around here. All of us are suspicious of him. He pretends to watch us, but watches others instead. We believe him to be mapping the islands."

It took Ryan a moment to realize who Swift Falls was referring to. Nicholas was supposedly there to study the elementals, and was the only person Ryan knew of who actually watched them.

"WHOOO!" Ryan heard his servant exclaim, followed by a crashing into water moments later.

Bethany's laughter filled the air, then a second crashing into water. Ryan smiled, glad his servant was having fun.

"He has been watching others and mapping the islands?"

"We believe so," Swift Falls answered. "He was here yesterday. I did not like him. While I cannot understand the words of humans, his movements made it quite clear he wished me to leave him be. Unlike you, Blind Ocean, he was not friendly."

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"So I am 'Blind Ocean', now?" Ryan asked.

"Yes."

"What happened to the other name?"

"We will use it again once you understand it," the elemental told him. "Hostile Puddle is someone we wish to chase off. Will it be problematic if we killed him? Or should we continue to simply harass him?"

"I've been wondering," Bethany spoke as she entered Ryan's range of detection. "But are you talking with the elementals when you do that?"

"Elementals are mindless things," Ryan said. "Embodiments of an element. From all the studying and research performed, no one's ever detected actual life in them. I'm just having fun."

"You also do that anytime an elemental is nearby," she said as he heard his servant whooping as he jumped off the cliff again. "Or at least, nearly every time. Anytime you stop, they either linger for a few more minutes, or they leave. You're talking with them, aren't you?"

Ryan contemplated his response, then decided he would tell her, but only after placing a geass on her. She wasn't someone he fully trusted, having only known her a few weeks. But with how often she was around him, it was doubtful he could keep everything a secret.

"Come here," he beckoned, and she came closer, then knelt beside him. "Give me your hand?"

"Why?" She asked.

"I want to feel how soft it is," he answered. "Before I explain things."

She gave him his hand, though he could feel her confusion. Immediately, he delved into her mind and placed a geass. If she revealed his secrets, she would lose her voice, a way to know if she could be trusted or not. He wouldn't tell her about the geass.

"I am talking with them," he pulled her on top of him, feeling himself getting erect at the contact, sensing her light arousal at the feel of his sudden boner. He kissed her on the lips. "When my magic awakened, I became able to sense water around me. When I have this sense active, I can actually detect things up to twenty feet away by the water within it and the water in the air. I wanted to come here because I thought maybe watching the elementals would help me hone that sense and learn how to use water magics through it. I was surprised to find that the elementals communicate with each other."

He could feel the uncertainty in her mind, as well as the shock and confusion.

"If you can sense water around you-" she began.

"-why do I still need help?" He asked. "Because I'm eighteen, and the sense is new to me. You've had nearly nineteen years to adjust to your sight. You spent the first few learning how to gauge distance and everything. I've had barely any time at all. Even after just a few months, I'm barely able to properly judge steps. I'm used to relying on memory alone, too."

"That's why you're wanting to explore as much as possible," she realized. "So that you aren't using your memory alone to know where things are, but your water sense."

"Correct," he kissed her again as he slid his hands down to her hips, sliding her a little. "And if you're wondering why I still miss sometimes when aiming in, that's because you're just a giant mass of water. It's easier to sense if blood rushes to your cheeks, where there's little of it and suddenly a lot, or when Tyler gets erect, because that's extra liquid that's 'outside' of him. I am getting better, though."

"I noticed," she moaned softly as his boner rubbed her in just the right spot. "So the elementals aren't mindless-oh, stop, Ryan! I'm trying to talk!"

"I know," he grinned. "And no, they aren't mindless. The one watching us right now is Swift Falls, and he says that Nicholas was snooping around this island yesterday – and has been doing the same to others."

"Do you know where Hostile Puddle is now?" Ryan asked through his elemental speech. "The Dry One who is not friendly and acting suspiciously?"

"He is at the Magic-" the elemental responded, though the second word in the name was lost on Ryan. He knew what it was referring to, though, as the elementals all referred to a certain object with that phrase. "He acts as if he does not notice us following him there."

"Swift Falls says he's currently at the Heisar," Ryan said. "Be suspicious of Nicholas, if he's doing that. The elemental says he pretends to watch them in order to watch others to perform his spying missions."

"Okay," she said. "I'll tell Uncle, but word it so that suspicion doesn't fall on you. Now enough talking, you're getting me horny."

He grinned at her as she slid down him, letting his erection rub her torso and between her breasts before she took it into her mouth, pleasuring him with all the skill she had built up over the last few weeks.

"Mh!" He moaned as he lifted his legs up and let them rest on her back. "Yeah!"

She brought him near the edge of his orgasm as the elemental moved back a few more feet, then she moved back to on top of him, kissing him on her way.

"If you flip me over like you did last night," she gave him a kiss on the lips. "You'll be fucking me on the sand."

"It'll wash off in the ocean," he let his legs drop back down, then began to sit up, Bethany doing the same. "Let's flip so we're still on the blanket, though."

As they began to change positions, an idea came to Ryan.

"Hey, Bethany," he said as she lay down.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Would you have an issue with a three-way?"

Shock filled her mind, and he was about to retract his question when he felt that shock shift to amusement and agreement.

"Not at all," she answered. "You think he'd be comfortable with that?"

Her ready response surprised him, but he supposed that with how willing she was to please her uncle's goals, it made sense she wouldn't have an issue with her target's cousin in a three-way.

"Maybe," Ryan said. "We won't know unless we ask, though. Are you sure you're okay with it?"

"I am," she answered. "It'll be a new experience. Not sure if I'll want it again, but hey, at least I can say I tried, right?"

"Yeah," he said, then looked in the direction he assumed Tyler was. "Tyler! Come here!"

About a minute later, his servant entered his range, and he could sense the curiosity and discomfort in him, along with the horny state of the teen.

"We were wondering," Ryan said. "If you wanted to do a three-way with us. We know you usually shy away from us when we're having sex, but thought that maybe it was because it made you uncomfortable to be around it rather than a part of it, and thought to offer it to you."

The discomfort increased, but so did the horniness. Indecision also filled the servant's mind. He definitely wanted to join them, and Ryan made a guess as to what caused the indecision and discomfort.

"If you're bothered," Ryan said. "By the idea of fucking her because she's your master's woman, she agreed to it, and most of why she's sleeping with me is because of her uncle's political goals and the fact that it's a damn good time. To me, she's a good companion for talking and comfort, and good with the sex. There's no romance or such between us, just sexual desire."

"He's right," Bethany added. "And I'd like to try this at least once, just to say I did and can say whether or not I enjoy it."

"Okay," Tyler said as Ryan sensed a decision being made. "Um… how would this happen, if there are two of us?"

"One in the back, one in the front," Ryan said. "I-wait. I'm not entirely sure, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I was just thinking maybe you were uncomfortable because you wanted to have sex with a woman, too."

Bethany snorted, then told Tyler to lie on the towel, on his back. Ryan and Bethany moved off for that, then Ryan watched as Bethany lay on Tyler, face-up. She grabbed Tyler's own erection and moaned as she pushed it into her ass. At least, Ryan assumed that's where she was pushing it in based on the location.

"Doesn't that hurt?" He asked. "I mean, you're dry back there, and-"

"It feels good, regardless," she moaned, and he watched her hand move away and assumed she had finished pushing it as far as she could.

He could feel concentration in his servant, the other man's mind tense as well. Tyler also hadn't moaned at all, surprising Ryan. The concentration and tenseness likely explained that – he was doing his best not to.

"You can moan, you know," Ryan said.

"I did," she said.

"He meant me," Tyler exhaled. "This is… fuck."

Ryan could sense the servant's confusion at something, and guessed he hadn't expected it to be as tight as pleasurable as it was. He grinned in response to that, glad he had succeeded in getting his servant some pleasure. Just one step on the way to convincing Tyler that a relationship was okay.

"Come on," Bethany said, reaching for Ryan's hand, and he pulled back. His plan had been to get Tyler sleeping with Bethany if she was okay with it, allowing his servant his own pleasure. He'd intended on backing out immediately so give them time alone. "What?"

"You two have fun," he told her. "When you finish, you can finish where you left off with me, if you want. If not, I'll save it for even more pleasure tonight."

"Oh, just shut up and get in me!" She told him. "I want to feel both of you, even if just this one!"

"Are you sure?" Ryan asked.

"Yes!" She told him. "I agreed to it, didn't I? If you want Tyler and me to fuck without you, we can do that some other time! Now hurry up!"

"Alright," Ryan said. "How do I do this?"

"Kneel between our legs," she said as she lifted her own up, adjusting Tyler for a moment before grabbing her legs. "Then push into me and just start thrusting."

Ryan moved between Tyler's legs and felt Bethany's legs for a moment, before grabbing his erection and pushing against her, jumping as he realized he had aimed lower than he had intended.

"Sorry!" He apologized as shock and panic filled Tyler's mind. He felt amusement in Bethany's mind as his face heated up. "I didn't mean to do that. This is a new position for me, and my aim isn't perfect."

As he spoke, he moved his tool up, finding the right hole, and he pushed in, moaning at the warmth, wetness, and tightness. He began to thrust his hips back and forth, taking pleasure in the feeling. The moans of the three filled the air, and Ryan focused on Bethany's moans and the feel of her legs as he saw her move Tyler's hands onto her breasts.

Ryan turned on his sense of fire, having learned over the last few weeks that something about feeling her heat patterns increased his arousal. There was just something about the way he could fully sense her heart beating, sense her blood pumping hard, feel her breaths in the air, sense the warmth not just touching him around that but throughout her, which turned him on.

He began to thrust harder, doing his best to hold out as long as he could. Ryan spoke a little as well, having learned that Bethany enjoyed being complimented while he pounded her.

"Oooh!" He moaned as he reached his climax. "Damn, you feel good, Bethany."

"You feel so nice," she gasped back. "This felt so nice."

Ryan pulled out of her slowly, before bending forward and kissing her mostly to please her.

He would continue the farce while running the islands over and over, but once he left, that was it. She was definitely going to Jonathan. He hadn't actually wanted a three-way, he just wanted Tyler to get to have sex, too, and knew she'd be willing to let him sleep with her. She wasn't interested in Ryan past the political aspect of it and the sex, and he knew that she'd take Tyler if offered. All that mattered to her was sleeping with a Novar, and one who wasn't unattractive.

"I'm going to go enjoy a dip in the ocean," Ryan told them. "You two have some more fun, I know I'm the only one who climaxed."