The sun dipped low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the jungle. Trees towered above, their leaves creating a lush canopy that filtered the golden light.
Martha, hidden behind thick foliage, peered through the leaves with a mixture of shock and fascination.
"What can I do?!"
She had intended to interrupt Kiba's escapades, but now she found herself witness to a phenomenon beyond her comprehension.
Kiba lay back, spent from his earlier exertions, while Tempest and Penelope knelt at the water's edge.
Their bodies glistened with sweat, and their lips moved in slow, sensual kisses, exchanging remnants of his potent essence.
Their tongues danced and intertwined, tasting the lingering traces of Kiba's power, their moans mingling with the soft roar of the waterfall.
Each touch, each caress was electric...
Unbeknownst to them, a few stray strands of Kiba's cum dripped into the waterfall.
The viscous liquid shimmered as it fell, catching the light in a dazzling display before it vanished into the churning waters below.
Kiba's form was infused with the power Cosmic, and his essence was rich with both life energy and cosmic power.
As the power-rich cum mingled with the water, a strange resonance began to take place.
The water started to churn and swirl subtly, almost imperceptibly at first, as if drawing in Kiba's essence with a voracious hunger.
The once calm pool at the base of the waterfall began to bubble and froth, waves of energy rippling outward, shaking the surrounding jungle with an otherworldly force.
BANG!
The tranquillity shattered with a sudden explosion.
From the heart of the waterfall emerged a feminine figure, radiant and ethereal.
Her form was fluid, shimmering with the power she had absorbed.
She looked like an otherworldly spirit made from water, her body a mesmerizing blend of liquid and light, constantly shifting and undulating.
Her emergence was heralded by a crescendo of energy, water erupting and cascading in wild torrents, forming an aura of shimmering droplets around her.
The air was alive with the sound of rushing water and the crackle of raw power, creating a spectacle that was both beautiful and terrifying.
"A water spirit?!"
Martha gasped in astonishment, hidden in the shadows.
"The Virgin Waterfalls! How could I have forgotten its sanctity?"
She chided herself for being so blinded by rage against Kiba that she forgot something so important.
"A warrior like me can't be blinded by rage!" she reminded herself.
Meanwhile, on the shore, Kiba, Tempest, and Penelope stirred from their repose, their attention drawn to the spectacle unfolding before them.
Tempest and Penelope exchanged bewildered glances as they beheld the water spirit's majestic presence.
The fluctuations of power surrounding her were palpable, a testament to her newfound awakening.
"What's happening?!" Penelope exclaimed, her voice tinged with concern.
As the tribe leader of the Dryad people, she felt a deep responsibility for this land. The emergence of a water spirit within her territory was both alarming and mystifying.
"First the mutated swamp, now this..." Tempest murmured, her thoughts racing back to the swamp from a few days ago.
The mutated swamp had not only gained sentience but had also become far more powerful than she imagined. If not for Kiba, she would have been devoured.
Before Tempest could make sense of the situation, the water spirit's demeanour shifted. Without warning, she lifted her hands and unleashed her power.
With a swoosh, water droplets from the waterfall coalesced into razor-sharp projectiles.
They floated above her like a halo of liquid blades, glinting ominously in the dimming light.
"She's planning to attack us!"
Despite the shock, Tempest and Penelope were not afraid.
They were strong and something like this couldn't break their spirits.
They both exchanged a glance, and their gazes flickered towards Kiba, lying oblivious on the shore.
He might have been powerful in the past, but now... he was weakened by his own inner turmoil and amnesia!!
"We have to protect him!" Tempest shouted, her voice carrying the weight of urgency.
Penelope nodded grimly, her resolve hardening.
Just then, the water droplets flooded downwards.
Contrary to their expectations, the attack didn't target Kiba, but only the women.
Even Martha, who was hidden behind the shrubs, was targeted.
Penelope and Tempest moved as one, their naked bodies glistening with a sheen of determination and sweat.
With a synchronized leap, they propelled upwards to destroy the incoming water droplets.
But fate had other plans.
Just as they leaped, an unforeseen consequence of them physically exploiting Kiba took place.
They were weak, their knees wobbling.
"Aahh!"
Instead of rushing into the air, they fell into the waterfall with a gasp.
This sudden change in trajectory helped them evade the attack, but also made them fall into the rushing waters.
With great effort, they emerged above the water, their faces flushed red as they coughed out water.
Their bodies, slick with water, gleamed under the setting sun. Their breasts heaved with each breath, nipples taut from the cold.
Their skin, kissed by the sun and water, glowed with a tantalizing sheen, muscles flexing as they struggled to regain their composure.
"This weakness is just like the prophecy...!"
Tempest gasped, her voice tinged with a mix of revelation and despair.
The Feminist's influence was known to leave women physically vulnerable after he gave them happiness!!
"Now isn't the time to think of prophecies!" Penelope's voice rang out urgently, her concern palpable.
On the other side, the water droplets sliced through the shrubs and greenery, tearing through leaves and branches with surgical precision.
More water droplets followed, charging at Martha with relentless intensity.
"Damn! I didn't even do anything with Kiba... and yet I'm as weak as those two!"
Martha managed to gasp out between exertions, her voice strained with effort and realization.
"No!!! I'm far weaker than them because of my ass....!!!!"
She coiled herself, the water droplets bombarding her armour.
The water spirit had sensed her weakness and intensified her assault.
She directed torrents of water droplets at Martha, each impact sending shockwaves but unable to damage her powerful armour.
The barrage was relentless, each droplet a miniature missile, battering her with unyielding force...