Water Spirit Boyfriend: Juneau #2 (complete)

I pluck a petal off a flower and let it float down into the well. “He loves me,” I sigh as I pluck another petal. “He loves me not.” The petal falls down into the darkness. “He loves me.” Another petal. “He loves me not.”

The petals are thrust back into my face, smacking me wetly before plopping onto the ground. I grin excitedly as Juneau comes out of the well.

“Stop it!” he snaps at me, tossing another fistful of petals over my head. “You’re littering, you know that, right?”

“I know you like it.” I say as I crawl up onto the edge of the well. “How else would I ever gain your attention?”

Juneau growls under his breath as we kiss, acting like he hates me, despite the fact that his long fingers curl around the nape of my neck to keep me in place. 

For weeks, I have been coming to Juneau’s well, meeting with him with the full intent of winning his love. Already my heart soars for him, but Juneau has been obstinate. He has refused to allow himself to admit anything, to either of us. He’s grouchy as always, but his touch always lingers - like now, as his fingers trail down my spine. 

“You’re getting better at that,” I swoon.

Juneau bites my cheek, unaware that I enjoy such things. “Good at what?” he snaps. “Giving you what you want so you’ll leave me alone?”

“If you really wanted me to leave you alone, I think you’d never show up in the first place.” I slip my hand around his shoulder. “You could easily drown me.” I squeeze his bicep. “You’re much bigger and stronger than me. If you really didn’t like me showing up all the time, why not just drag me into the water, where you would never see me again?”

Juneau scoffs. “Far too easy. I am simply planning how to kill you.”

I kiss him again, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down towards me. His strong hands clamp around my waist like a vise. He’s not letting me go anytime soon, I know that for a fact.

I want him so badly, but I know I have to wait until he speaks his mind. I cannot just jump in and take what I want; that would be cruel. Juneau has to come around to me on his own time, to be willing to let me jump him and teach him a thing or two. 

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back as his lips drag down my skin. I shiver as his teeth brush dangerously close to my throat. He sniffs, breathing me in as his teeth ever-so-gently graze my shoulder. I let out a long, pleased moan as I drag my foot up his side. 

“You enjoy this?” Juneau growls into my ear, his teeth nip my earlobe.

I bite my lip and nod.

“Dangerous.” He pushes me back. “Perverse.” The blue of his face is becoming a royal purple, while his white pupils have taken up much of his eyes.

I giggle softly, then cup my hand around his cheek. “Only when you do it, of course. Anyone else who tried such a thing would receive a swift kick in the groin.”

His eyes go pitch black again as a look of rage covers his face. He bares his teeth and puts his arms protectively around me. “Who else?” he snarls. “Who has dared touch you? I shall kill them! Anyone who handles you so coarsely should have their hands ripped up and shoved up their-”

I kiss him, and his body relaxes. “No one else has touched me, my dearest.” I rub his temples. “Only your dangerous hands have clutched me.”

He snarls, curling his lip. “Anyone who does will have hell to pay.” He looks down at my bare chest as his breath seizes. He then flicks my stiff nipple, and I moan reflexively. “Did me getting angry excite you or something?”

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.” I laugh and hide my face behind my hands. “But then again, you always seem a little mad.”

Juneau sticks his tongue out at me. “Dirty little nymph.” He pokes his finger into the center of my forehead. “I bet you have all sorts of perverted little thoughts in there.”

“Only about you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I take hold of his wrist so I can kiss each fingertip. “You want me to share?”

Juneau rips his hand back. “You’re bad enough.”

I point at myself. “Just me alone?”

He hisses at me. “I am shocked you are not a succubus.” He eyes me more closely. “Or are you?” He puts his hands around my waist again, holding me firmly in place. “Have you disguised yourself as a nymph to trick me?” he chuckles. “Oh yes, that must be your game.”

“I’m a nymph, promise,” I reply with a bright smile.

“Prove it,” Juneau snarls. His hands glide down, squeezing my hips and legs. “They say a succubus has two-” he hesitates, his eyes shifting from my face to my thighs. “Two, you know?”

“If you want to see my petals, all you have to do is ask me nicely.” I let him spread my thighs open. “See?” I move my hand down as I arch my hips. “Only one. But it’s very pretty, don’t you think?”

Juneau’s whole face is such a vibrant shade of purple, I begin to worry. “P-p-pink,” he stutters as drool slips from the corner of his mouth.

I watch him closely as his eyes remain intently focused on my slit. I slip my fingers down, opening myself up. “See?”

Juneau snaps my legs back shut, keeping his hands firmly clenched around my thighs so I don’t try to open them again. “I see that!” His voice is nearly a scream. He’s breathing hard and his eyes have become completely white.

I cup his face in my hands. “Calm down,” I whisper to him. “Shh.” I kiss his cheek and temple affectionately. “Breathe.”

“Eilonwy,” he growls, “I can’t take this torture anymore.”

“I told you,” I pout, “I’m not trying to torture you!” I place my hands firmly on his shoulders. “I love you. All I want is to make you happy.”

Juneau looks into my eyes, his face still a royal purple. “How can you say that so easily? Have you no shame?” He grabs me and kisses me, pulling my body so close that I feel like I am melting into him.

His tongue licks over my lips before slipping into my mouth. I gasp for breath as he pulls away, but our eyes become locked. 

“If you say you love me,” he growls, “then you’d want to make love to me, would you not?”

“That’s why I’ve been waiting on you,” I purr. I run my finger along his scalp. “I know what I want, but I need to know what you want.”

“I won’t let you trick me,” Juneau breathes, his voice hoarse. “I’ve told you over and over to stop coming back here.”

“Juneau,” I mewl.

“Eilonwy,” he whimpers. “Stop making me feel this way.”

I tilt my chin up in anticipation of a kiss. “How?”

“Like I need you,” he whispers. “Like I love you.”

I tackle him, jumping on him to pelt him with kisses all over his face. He holds me tight, making sure I don’t slip and fall down into the well. He then sets me aside on the ground and turns away from me.

“What’s wrong?” I run back to the well.

“This cannot be,” he snarls. “This cannot-” He glances over his shoulder to me. “How is this possible?” His posture slouches, going lax as he turns back to me. 

I smile brightly up at him. “Say it again.”

Juneau huffs. “I was so careful.” He comes close to me. “This shouldn’t have happened.” He slips down into the well so only his eyes are visible. “But I love you, Eilonwy.”

I kiss the top of his head. “I love you too. I have since I first set my eyes on you. Now come up here.”

“No,” he growls. “You win! Okay! What wish do you want?”

I snicker. “I don’t want a wish, silly. I want to kiss you.”

He glares at me. “Really?”

“I want to do much more to you, my love.” I give him a wink. “Just come up from the well. Let me see your handsome face.”

He pulls himself up so his arms are resting on the edge. “What’s the ‘much more’?” He peers up at me.

I kiss his cheek. “I won’t tell you all at once. That would be torture.”

He slowly eases out further and sits on the edge of the well with me. It’s the first time I have seen his legs. They’re long, with tufts of white fur at his hips that trail down to cover him below the knee. His feet look like a little like fish tails, and he also has a tail of his own that curls around me.

I place my hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly. His skin is so silky that all I want to do is touch him.

“Careful,” he moans.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you out of your well,” I giggle. “How can I not touch such lovely legs?”

Juneau scoffs. “There must be something you find revolting.”

“Only that it has taken you so long to admit how much you like me.” I place myself in his lap. “Do you know how hard that was?”

Juneau places his arm around me. “I’ve seen how hard you worked. It was aggravating. Every day you came here,” he grunts. “But then some days you didn’t.”

I kiss his chest while rubbing my palm down his body. I find the soft mound between his legs that opens to a slit. “Is this okay?” I whisper to him.

Juneau’s eyes are closed, and his jaw hangs open. He nods jerkily and opens his legs more as I touch him. The mound has a slit that I ease my fingers inside. It’s hot and sticky there, but I feel something hard inside. I lick his chest, easing myself down onto the ground. Standing there, I’m at the perfect level. Juneau eases his hips forward as I glide my tongue around the opening slit. I press my tongue inside, and Juneau cries out loud.

I pull back and look up at him. “Are you okay?”

His lips tremble as he looks down at me. “Why’d you stop?”

I chuckle and kiss his thigh. “I’ll keep going.” I press my tongue back inside him until something presses against my lips. I take the tip into my mouth, sucking him while he gradually slips out. The shaft is slimy, coated in a viscous fluid that makes everything that touches it glossy. The whole thing is a beautiful shade of blue with thick, pulsing purple veins wrapped around it like vines. It curves upwards and has a thick, hard knot at the base, with a finger-like protrusion pointing towards his navel.

“Eilonwy,” he whimpers.

I stroke his cock as I admire it. “If I do anything you don’t like, push me away.” I take him back into my mouth as thunder rumbles in the distance. I moan against him, coiling my tongue around the tip while my hands massage the hard base. 

Juneau thrust his head back, moaning out loud as his thighs tremble. “Eilonwy, that feels so good.” His long fingers grab my hair and pull hard. “Eilonwy,” he breathes.

Behind me, the thunder becomes a threatening cacophony, crashing and booming like a war over the horizon. I keep pleasuring Juneau, though. His veins pulse against my tongue, and the tip trembles, almost vibrating. The thickness at the base of his cock starts to surge up through his shaft, making the whole thing larger and harder. He soon becomes too big for my mouth, and with a mighty roar, he releases on me. His thick cum coats my tongue and breasts. It’s a thick gloss filled with flecks of pearl-like shimmer. Juneau moans loudly, nearly toppling backwards into the well.

“What was-” he moans. “Eilonwy, I-” 

I lick my lips and gulp him down. “At least you aren’t bitter.” I slick my fingers in the mess. “Did you enjoy that?”

Juneau’s eyes focus on the distance. As I turn to look, I see a massive storm has caused a fire on the mountainside.

“Oops,” he chuckles. “Look what you made me do, Eilonwy.”

I frown back at him. “I made you do no such thing! That is on you.” I point towards the raging storm and fire. 

“I’m evil, remember?” He stoops down to pick me up and place me back in his lap. 

I wrap my arms around him. “My evil,” I whisper.

His hands tremble as he touches me. “Will you do that again?” He asks. “Knowing what you could possibly cause?”

I smirk as I kiss him. “I want you inside me, I don’t mind a little rain.”

That night as I try to sleep, I find myself bothered by an inkling that something is wrong. It pesters me like a mosquito, biting at me with a high pitched buzzing in my ear. Eventually, I give up trying. I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes, and notice a glow coming through my window. A fiery glow, traveling marking the length of the path that leads to Juneau’s well.

I rush from my home, racing up the path to find a group of humans surrounding Juneau’s well. I gasp in fear, hiding myself in the foliage. I watch as they board up his well, sealing it with hardwood before burning runes into it. The smoldering symbols glow a bright gold in the dark night. The humans put chains around the well, tossing them up into the trees and letting them down to the ground to form a loose cage.

After they leave, I run towards the well, only to be burnt when I touch the chains. I look down at the sores on my hands, and try to approach again. The chains burn with a hateful heat every time I come near them. 

“Oh, no!” I sob. “Oh, no! Oh, no!” I call forth vines to try and tear the chains away, but they are set on fire as soon as they come close. I try to get the trees to shake the chains from their branches, but they are afraid to be set on fire, and they remain still.

“No, no!” I cry, pacing back and forth in panic. “What do I do?” I turn to look at the well. Juneau is trapped inside, sealed away along with his magic. He won’t be able to escape at all. The humans have seen to that.

I start to sob, falling to my knees and weeping loudly. “I don’t know what to do!” I cry out. “Juneau! Can you hear me? Juneau!”

Everything around me is silent, except for the breeze through the trees. 

“Juneau-” my voice falters, cracking until there is nothing left. I collapse to the ground, sobbing in the hard dirt. 

In the weeks that follow, the sun is scorching hot. Everything begins to dry up, and there is no rain in sight. At night, despite the unbearable heat, I return to the well. I hold out hope that the magic on the chains will wear off, but no matter what, they always burn. 

I’ve decided that I need to stop visiting the well. There is no hope in going there every night, hoping for a miracle to happen. It hurts to think it, but I need to forget. I would never want to, but what other choice do I have?

I try to sleep, but every time I close my eyes I hear a voice in my ear like the buzzing wings of a bug. It grows louder and louder the more I try to ignore it. It taunts me, hissing at me and mocking me. The guilt inside me makes it sound like Juneau is there.

“So that’s it? You’re just going to give up?” The voice spits. “You let a few lousy humans tell you what to do?”

“Please,” I whimper. “Be quiet.” I clutch pillows around my head, but the voice persists. 

“If you really loved me, wouldn’t you do anything to save me?” The voice screams at me. “If you loved me, why aren’t you still trying? Don’t you love me?” the voice shrieks. “Don’t you love me? Don’t. You. Love. Me?”

I sit up in bed, nearly screaming myself. For so long now, the voice has tormented me. I know it is my own guilt gnawing away at me. I sob miserably, unsure of what I can possibly do to save him. The humans have made it so no one can get close to the well. If I try to move the chains, it could kill me.

Finally, I have an idea. I sneak into a human village, where I find a farmer’s tool shed. Inside, I find an axe. It’s so heavy I can barely carry it, but I drag it all the way through the woods back to the well.

Once there, I try lifting the axe up, then hold it to the chains. The chains turn red, but just barely. Using every ounce of strength I have, I swing the axe and bring it down on the chains. They don’t break, but I tangle the axe in them, pulling as hard as I possibly can until they come falling from the trees. I drag them aside with the axe until they are clear of the well. Then I climb up onto the mouth, and bring down the blade of the axe onto the wood sealing it up.

I couldn’t reach the wooden cover standing on the ground, but I know that if I fall once I break through, Juneau will be there to catch me. But I barely chip the wood at all. I’m not strong enough. Still, I bring the axe down again, and the sigils begin to glow. My feet start to burn, but I keep trying to hack away.

I hear shouts coming from behind me. The humans must know someone is tampering with the well. I work harder, crashing the axe down. Finally, I break off a fragment of one of the sigils. I can see down into the well, and I hear a scream from within.

“Hurry!” I cry to Juneau. I bring the axe down again as the shouting and barking of dogs gets louder behind me. 

I bring the axe down a final time, slicing through the wood. I fall just as the humans come up the path. I feel the cold of the well surround me, and everything goes horribly dark. I close my eyes as the air rushes around me in my descent.

“Got you.”

I hear screams from above as a massive storm blows in out of nowhere. The rain comes down like a waterfall, gushing into the mouth of the well. The wind whips around, howling in anger and vengeance. 

Juneau chuckles in my ear. “That’s what they get.”

I moan softly, and wake up surrounded by soft furs. I push them away from me to look out over an endless sea. Around me, everything glows blue, illuminating the underwater ocean laid out before me. I’m in a great big bed, surrounded by fur blankets and soft pillows. I am not sure if my surroundings are real, or if I have fallen into a dream.

“Awake, finally?” Juneau scoffs.

I look up as he slips down from the well shaft above us, landing on the black beach before me. He tilts his head to the side so his long white hair cascades off his shoulder.

“Am I dreaming?” My voice cracks. Tears fall from my eyes as I gaze at him. “Is this real?” I reach out for him.

Juneau comes to the bedside, crawling into the bed and moving aside the blankets. “Your poor little hands.” He kisses the burns on my palms. His cool hand smooths down my legs to the burns on my shins and knees. He kisses me, easing me down into the bed. 

“This is real,” he whispers.

I grab hold of him, hugging him tightly despite the weakness in my arms. I sob, crying against his shoulder. “I’m so sorry!”

“Shut up, you.” He cups his hand around my mouth. “Why the hell are you apologizing?” He looks me over. “I don’t want to hear anything like that from you.” He lifts the corner of his mouth. “Besides, the ones who sealed me up will soon pay their penance.”

Water gushes from the well, pouring onto the beach and into the ocean before us. Juneau grins wickedly. “They’ve never seen a flood like this.”

“Flood?” I sit up again.

“Don’t worry, only the humans will suffer.” He kisses me again. “They’ll pay for keeping me away from you,” he growls into my ear.

I whimper as his kisses trail down my neck. “I gave up. I’m so sorry,” I confess to him. “I didn’t see any hope, so I gave up.”

“Then how come you’re here?” He scoffs. “How come you fell into my well, chopping it with an axe?” He pulls up my legs so they wrap around his waist. “If you’re so damn sorry, then show me.”

I gasp softly as my mound presses against his. “Juneau,” I mewl.

“I want to make love to you while those vile humans suffer,” he snarls into my ear. “I want us to feel pleasure while they scream.”

I gaze up at him with teary eyes. “You’re so evil.”

He grins down at me. “I never claimed to be any good.” He strokes his hands down my center. “Prove to me you aren’t a succubus again.”

I giggle and smirk up at him. “You don’t have to make excuses, my love. You can ask me directly.” I spread my thighs open. “After all, this is only for your eyes.”

Juneau’s breath seizes as he gazes down at me. “So pink,” he shudders.

I glide my fingers over my slit, rubbing myself while he watches. I moan and pant, feeling his gaze burning into my skin. I part my fingers, letting him see inside as my excitement dribbles out like nectar.

“So… do I…” he whispers hesitantly. He reaches out and brushes his fingers against me. I tremble and he quickly recoils.

“It’s ok.” I take his hand back, guiding him to my folds. “Gentle, ok?” I whisper. I press his fingers to my clit. “Feel that?”

He nods silently, his eyes bugged out wide. 

“Mm,” I moan hotly. “Slow, gentle.” I release his hand so he’s on his own. “That’s right,” I coax him. “It feels good.”

“You’re getting wetter,” he gasps.

“That’s good, it means you’re making me feel better.” I smile up at him. “Now, try pushing your fingers inside.”

“I can?” Juneau gasps. “Oh-” his hand trembles. “I know.” He huffs, trying to keep composure. His long fingers push against me, stumbling a bit before they sink inside. His jaw drops and his whole arm quivers.

I cry out softly, squeezing my inner walls around his fingers.

“Oh my gods,” Juneau whimpers. “It’s so wet… and hot.” His eyes are entirely white. “It feels so good.”

“You feel good,” I moan. “Move your fingers. That’s it!” I pant. “Faster, faster,” I command him.

“Eilonwy,” he moans. 

I rub my clit as he thrusts his fingers into me. “There! There! The-” my voice cuts off and my back arches off the bed. I gush on his fingers as my body is struck with waves of pleasure. Above, the rain comes down harder through the well like a torrent. 

I flop onto the bed, gasping for breath as the afterglow makes me shiver with delight. Juneau licks his fingers, sucking them clean.

“Was that good?” he asks. “All that… jerking and spasming.” He climbs on top of me. “I did that?”

I nod. “You’re a fast learner,” I giggle. “Now, are you ready for the main event?”

Juneau takes in a deep breath. “To make love?”

I smile at him. “Yes.” I sit up from the bed. “Lay down, I’ll show you.”

“No,” he gasps. “I know what to do.” He frowns at me. “I’m not a helpless idiot.” He puts his hands under my thighs and lifts them. Thunder rumbles from above as I feel his cock press against me. He dips down, easing himself into me.

My vision blurs for a second; I’ve never taken something so big before. I know he’ll only get bigger too, the closer he gets to his climax. 

Juneau shudders all over. “Eilonwy,” he growls. He ruts inside me, going deep before pulling out. “Oh gods, Eilonwy!” He starts to move, jerking at first before he finds a steady rhythm.

I arch my back off the bed, wanting him to be closer to me. I claw my nails down his arms as his movements wring pleasure out of me. The curve of his cock hits a wonderful spot inside, while the little finger-like protrusion rubs against my clit.

The storm outside rages harder, and lightning travels down through the waterfall of the well. It lights up the cave, sparkling along my skin. I wrap my legs around Juneau’s waist, crying out as he fills me so deep.

I then notice the vibrating of his tip, it makes me twitch with excitement. I know what is coming as the hard base begins to grow through his entire cock. He gets thicker, harder, and his movements become all the more intent. He becomes much more animalistic, violently thrusting while he snarls hungrily. I sink my nails into his back, howling in pleasure as I succumb to his power.

He roars loudly, stilling deep inside as he releases. He rips at the bed, tearing open pillows and sending feathers spilling out everywhere.

As the rain begins to slow and the waterfall coming through the well stops, my breathing slows. I take in a cold breath, and glance at Juneau beside me. He’s fast asleep, basically dead to the world besides his quiet snores.

I giggle softly and snuggle under his arm. It tightens against me, pulling me close to his chest. He wraps himself around me, burying his face in my hair as his tail coils around my leg.

I wake up later to find Juneau kissing me. His tender touch slides down my back as his lips leave a trail from my neck to my shoulder.

“Are you finally awake?” he asks timidly.

I roll over to look up at him. “Good morning - I assume.” I stroke his hair from his face. “Did you sleep well?”

“Never like that,” he confesses. “Are you okay?”

“A little sore, but good sex can do that to a person.” I smirk at him. “Once I’m used to your cock, that won’t be an issue.”

His eyes glow in the dark, growing wider at my comment. “Get used to?”

“Oh hush, like you don’t know.” I kiss his cheek. “Did you get your revenge?”

“I’m not done yet,” he growls. “Once the flood is gone, I have much more up my sleeve.” He grins wickedly. “So you’re trapped down here with me for the time being.”

“Oh no, what a horrible fate.” I push him down onto the bed. “Whatever will I do?” I kiss down his chest, happy to finally follow the trail of white fur on his stomach.

“I’ll make sure you’re happy, Eilonwy,” he whispers. “No matter what, I will always take care of you.”

I sit up on his stomach and smile down at him. “Do you believe me now?” I whisper.

“I always did,” He cups his hand around my cheek. “I just didn’t want you to know.”

I kiss his palm. “I thought so,” I giggle.