The waterfall was far enough away that only the barest hint of splash reached us. I coaxed Alyssa out of her clothes and posed her behind a bevy of cattails.

“What do you think of them?” I asked her.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Niah,” she said.

“Do they remind you of anything? The shape? The color?”

“They look a little like penises,” she answered, her look hopeful.

“What about the feel?” I asked.

She traced her fingers up the stalk and over the flower head. “Firm but fuzzy,” she said.

“Supposedly they’re edible,” I informed her. “With medicinal properties.”

“I don’t think I’d want to eat one,” she said.

“What about Harker’s cock?” I said.

She said, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“The cattail flower. Is it the same size?”

“Harker’s cock might be a little bigger. Longer and fatter.”

She touched the cattail again. I took a number of photographs. I wasn’t sure how I would paint it. Probably do the waterfall as streaming fluid so the motion is apparent. Like cum jetting from Harker’s cock.

I handed Alyssa the shears. She held them tentatively. I took a few more pictures.

“Now cut one off,” I told her. “Of a modest but sufficient length.”

Back in Moch’s studio I had Alyssa pose with the cattail.

Eventually I got her to taste it.

Eventually I got her to fuck it.

Almost.

She refused to put it into her cunt, soI had to take things into my own hands.

Alyssa’s gasp and hiss when she came made me think of the distant waterfall.

She was so wet and slippery that when we were done only a few seeds remained in her sex. I fetched them out with my fingers and my tongue. Delicious!

In the end, I didn’t paint the waterfall.