Water Spirit Boyfriend: Juneau #1 (complete)

There is a magical well that is said to bring balance to the world. The water within can heal, but there is a price to pay for it. The well is usually untouched, but those who wish to use it place a coin on the stone rim. If the coin is accepted as payment, you may retrieve a bucket of water. If not, another price is decided upon. There are also tales that the evil spirit residing in the well can grant wishes, often ones that have horrible consequences. 

Recently, my flowers have not been doing so well. In fact, most of the nymphs in my tribe have been dealing with an outbreak of parasitic bugs on our flowers. It’s quite disastrous for us, being flower nymphs, but we just can’t seem to fix the problem.

I suggested we visit the well, but the elders forbade it. They told us directly not to visit the well or try to use it to resolve the situation. We would simply have to find a way to combat the bugs on our own. Well, I’ve never been one for listening, so I take the small piece of gold I keep as a charm and go to the well early one morning.

The air is cold and crisp as I walk through the woods, creeping along the path that leads to the well. There are signs along the way warning about the well, scribed in different languages to keep petitioners at bay. I stoop down as I come near, hiding behind a bush as I look at the fabled object. It is a small, slouched pile of stone that lists to one side, with a tangle of rope laid at the base. It looks like nothing at all; nothing that one should be worried about. 

I stand back up to approach the well, where I lay my bit of gold on the mouth, pushing it gingerly closer to the edge. I then stand back, holding my bucket before me in case anything should happen. Quick as a flash, I see what looks like a hand rise out of the well to grab the gold, then disappear. I gasp and lurch forward, peering inside the well, but all I see is an endless darkness.

“Hello?” I call down. “Did you accept my payment?” I look around for any other sign. “Hello in there?” I dip my head inside. Not exactly a smart thing to do, I know. “Hello?” I stand back up with a sigh. Deciding that the payment has been accepted, I take the rope and tie it to my bucket. 

As I start to ease my bucket down into the well, I feel a jerk. I pull on the rope only to have it yanked back. I pull again, and the rope is tugged so hard that my stomach collides against the mouth of the well, and I double over into it.

I am met with a strange pair of eyes in the darkness. I fall backwards off the well, landing with a horrible thud as a creature emerges from inside. They toss my gold piece back at me, so that it hits me dead center of my forehead.

“Ow!” I cry, grabbing my forehead while my knees curl up against my chest.

“Thief!” a strong, booming voice roars. “Are you trying to steal from me? Are you trying to make a fool out of old Juneau?” The owner of the voice lets out a snarl which becomes a thunderous rumble in his chest. “Pretty young things like you think they can get away with everything.”

“But you took my gold!” I whine.

He throws his head back and guffaws. “I was merely inspecting it! Just because I took it doesn’t mean I accept it.”

I look up at him, moving my hands away from my face.

His expression changes suddenly, his harsh features softening into a look of surprise. As I unfold my legs and begin to sit up, he looks taken aback. He arches his brow at me in confusion.

“A nymph?” he scoffs. “What the hell are one of you doing here?” 

The first thing I notice about this Juneau is the beautiful sapphire blue of his skin. It reminds me of hydrangea flowers, and looks as soft and supple as the petals. He has long white hair that spills down his back and shoulders, creating a white curtain the color of magnolia blossoms falling from the trees. His face is mainly all mouth, full of sharp, jagged teeth. His eyes are pulled sharply at the far corners to form almond shapes. They are pitch black, save for a tiny white pinprick in the center. 

Juneau poses with his chest puffed out, making his already large shoulders extra broad. His arms are extremely long, as are as his hands and fingers, which look like calendula petals. Everything below his waist is still submerged in the well, so I cannot tell exactly what the rest of him looks like. All I know is that when I look at him, my heart begins to pound. He makes me excited, so much so that I start to smile. 

“What are you doing?” he snarls. “Why are you smiling?”

I stand up, hoping I look my best. If he is puffing out his chest, I’ll present mine as well. Nymphs aren’t one to wear much clothing and my tribe only wears our flowers. My stargazer lilies come down from my hair, and the petals wrap around my waist before ending in a skirt that falls to the ground. 

I notice Juneau’s eyes fall on my breasts for a moment before he glares into my eyes. “Don’t try to baffle me, thief!” He points a finger at me. “Just because you’re a nymph doesn't mean you’ll receive any special treatment.”

“I don’t expect that.” I shake my head so my soft, pink hair falls down around my shoulders. “All I want is some water for my tribe.”

“What for?” Juneau snarls. “I rejected your rock anyway! And I reject you.” He slices his hand through the air. “Begone, nymph! You will have none of my waters this day.”

“Don’t I get to suggest another price if you reject the money?” I inch up closer to his well. I can smell the cold, dark scent of fresh water on him. 

“You get to suggest nothing,” Juneau scoffs. “And I already told you, I will not be accepting anything from you. Get out of here this instant!” He slams his palms down on the stone.

I like the way his muscles ripple, and the way the veins running through his strong hands and up his arms show purple against his blue skin. I bite the inside of my cheek as I wonder what other sort of veins look this alluring.

“What is that?” Juneau roars at me. “What are you doing? Your face! What is it?”

I pinch my thighs together, glad that my petals have formed a skirt today. “Nothing,” I giggle. “It’s just that I don’t get to admire many men of your magnitude.” I come closer to the well, where I notice his skin has glimmering patches of scales here and there. “Most men who associate with my tribe aren’t so exciting to behold.”

Juneau hisses as he pulls away from me. He places his hands on the wall of the well behind him, but all it does is give me a better view of his broad chest and the slope of his stomach, where there is a trail of white hair leading down. 

“Your tricks won’t work on me,” Juneau snarls through gnashed teeth. “I don’t fall for pretty things and their wiles, least of all nymphs! I know how you work - how you lure, deceive, and wrap men around your dainty fingers.” He spins a finger around in the air. “This is exactly why I do not accept any offer of payment from you! You’ll only try to pull me down until your foot is on my neck.”

“I would never do such a thing!” I gasp. “Us flower nymphs aren’t like that. All we want is to protect our flowers and gardens. We work with those who wish to use our flowers for good! I promise you, all I want is to use your waters to ward off the bugs that are ravaging our beloved flowers!” Hot tears spring to my eyes and fall down my cheeks. I sniffle and wipe at them.

“What are you-” Juneau leans forward again. “Stop that! Stop crying!” he bellows at me. “It won’t work!”

I whimper and sniffle. “I’m sorry! I don’t mean to!” 

Juneau grabs the top of my head and shakes me. “Stop crying! Your pretty tears won’t work on me! I have seen every trick in the book.”

I rub my eyes. “I’m just scared. We don’t know what to do! My elders told me not to come here, but I thought if I could get the water soon enough, they’d never know!”

Juneau lets go of my head, and pink flower petals stick to his fingers. “You were told not to come here?” he scoffs.

“My elders told me it was never a good thing to ask such powerful evil to help with something so delicately good.” I look up at him with damp eyes. “They said the well was a horribly evil place and that our kind should never associate with it.”

Juneau smirks. “Powerfully evil, eh?” He licks his black tongue across his teeth. It’s long and glossy, with a fork at the tip. I instantly get naughty ideas about such a tongue, and a smile spreads across my face. 

“The most evil, if I remember correctly,” I quickly chime in. “The elders said that this well represented the most vile things in all of nature.”

His smile grows bigger, becoming smug and aloof. “Well now, we’re getting somewhere,” he chuckles.

“I can see what they are talking about.” I lean up on the well. “You are most certainly a devastating creature. So big,” I bite my cheek, “and powerful.” I glance back up at his face. “You’re a nightmare come to life.”

Juneau chuckles and folds his arms across his chest. “So you understand now.”

I nod. “I should never have come here.” I hold my arms in such a way that I press my breasts together and make them more pronounced. “I realize my mistake. I was a fool to ever think your water could help us.”

Juneau leans down towards me. “Your elders don’t want my evil in their midst, correct?” He looks me over with his dark eyes. “Tell you what.” He places my bucket on the ledge, and water sloshes out. “Take this, and use it to get rid of your bug problem,” he chuckles. “I simply want them to know my evil is amongst them.”

I know I shouldn’t be smiling now, but it is so hard to suppress. The way he’s posed, leaning over the bucket, his shoulders arched and his hand clenched around the handle, I can’t help but be entranced. 

“I shouldn’t. I told you, it was my mistake coming here.” I step closer. “You rejected my payment anyway.”

Juneau tilts his head and his grin melts into a devious smirk. “Just take it. The payment will be knowing that those foolish elders of yours think a miracle has happened.” He pushes the bucket towards me. “Go on, take it.”

I reach for the bucket in such a way that I have to touch his hand. His fingers brush against mine, so I bite my lip to keep from grinning.

“Nothing bad will happen, right?” I ask.

“I promise, pretty thing. The water will take care of your flowers, but they may show signs of my influence.” Juneau chuckles.

“Oh?” I gasp. “What does that mean?”

Juneau’s brow arches up high. “What else do you need from me?” He waves his hand to shoo me away. “Get out of here. Go! You’ve pestered me enough. If I ever see you again, I’ll truly show you what I can do.”

“I sure hope so,” I sigh. I then gulp and look up at him. “You sure won’t!” I quickly cover. I leave him as he disappears back into the well.

I head back to the tribe, and immediately start watering the flowers. Sure enough, the bugs start to die. They fall from the petals and stems and turn to dust on the ground. I am able to hide what I’ve done before everyone wakes up, and like Juneau said, they all take it as a miracle - until all of the flowers begin to turn the same shade of blue as his skin.

It becomes a mystery all throughout the tribe. The parasitic bugs are dead, but now every single flower is blue! This was what Juneau had meant by ‘his influence’. I didn’t mind it; blue had become my favorite color, after all. Looking at the flowers reminded me of Juneau. His powerful form, his gorgeous white hair, that trail of fluff that starts at his belly - and leads down to something amazing, I’m sure.

After a few days, I go back to the well, and lay down the same piece of gold on its mouth. I then take a single step back to wait for Juneau’s hand to rise up from the darkness. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” his voice echoes up from the well.

“Huh?” I approach the well and look down.

“I’m not stupid!” he bellows from the inky blackness. “I told you not to come back! You were warned once, and I never give warnings.”

“Yes, well, you grant wishes, correct?” I ask.

All I hear from within is the sound of water sloshing.

“Well, I have a wish,” I reply. I lean over the edge of the well so my feet are dangling in the air. “What sort of payment do you need for that? Hello? Are you still there?”

Juneau’s hand shoots up and pushes against my face, and I fall back onto my bottom as he rises out of the well. He glares down at me with a look of contempt, but I just stare back at him with a happy grin. 

“You want a wish granted?” he snarls as his lip curls up over his teeth.

I nod my head excitedly. “I do! And since your water worked so well before, I thought your wish-granting abilities would work just as well!”

“It wasn’t supposed to work!” Juneau scoffs. “The water was meant to be a taunt for your elders. Did you learn nothing?”

“I learned how much I adore the color blue.” I say as I stand up.

Juneau balks and shakes his head. He stares at me like one would stare at a strange cat; bewildered, unsure, but still longing to be able to pet it. “You are a nymph,” he huffs. He stiffens his back and arches his shoulders. “I won’t fall for your sexy little wiles.”

My smile brightens. “Sexy?”

Juneau snaps his fingers and a storm cloud appears over my head. Suddenly, a deluge of ice cold water pours down on me. I scream, covering my head to no avail. Juneau snaps his fingers again so that the cloud vanishes. I stand there, freezing cold, my nipples hard, and my hair plastered against my skin.

“That was so mean! I’ve done nothing!” I stomp my foot on the ground.

“Yes, well,” Juneau’s eyes are fixed on my breasts. “Let it serve as a warning.”

I’m wringing out my hair. “I thought you didn’t give warnings!” 

Juneau’s mouth opens to argue but he drops the argument. “Smart mouth. Want another dose?” He raises his hand with his fingers poised to snap.

I toss my wet hair over my shoulder. “You like pretty girls wet, don’t you?” I throw the words back at him, eager to see his expression.

His eyes glaze over, his jaw unhinges slightly, and he drops his hand down. His lips rise into a small smirk. “You just showed me the real nymph you are, lady.”

“Eilonwy,” I sniff. 

Juneau chuckles. “Yes, Eilonwy,” he growls low. “Such a pretty, dainty darling in appearance, aren’t you? But how many mortals have you led to their graves? How many men have you drained of their lives? How many women have you tempted into darkness?”

I shrug and tilt my chin up. “That is none of your business.”

Juneau’s grin gets bigger. “I bet you’re a terror,” he breathes. “Just looking at you gives me pause.”

I smile again. “I’d rather give you wood.”

Juneau lurches back in shock.

“I am a nymph, remember? I can give you wood to prop up your well again.” I say, leaning to the side to match the slope of the stones. “Or, I can create a brace of vines to tilt it back upright.” I stand straight again. “Would that make good payment for my wish?”

Juneau’s stunned expression becomes confused again. “You would fix the well?”

“I would make it lovely,” I reply. “I could create a canopy over the top using vines and tree limbs. My flowers would decorate your view and rain down lovely pink petals into your waters.” I smile up at him. “Would that grant me a wish?”

Juneau’s lip curls. “Dangerous,” he whispers. “Extremely dangerous.”

I giggle softly and dance up to the edge of the well again. “What do you say? I’ll fix the well for a wish.”

“And what the hell would that wish be?” He snarls at me. “What could a dastardly creature like you possibly want?”

I can think of one big, hard thing that is lingering in my mind, but I can’t be that bold yet. I have a feeling Juneau here is more of an innocent than he lets on. “Your wishes are a double-edged sword, are they not?”

Juneau scoffs. “You’re smarter than you look, nymph.”

“Eilonwy,” I correct him again.

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes. “But that depends. Someone could wish for new horses, and I could give them kelpies. Someone could ask for their crops to be blessed, but I could make their abundant harvest suck the soil barren for future growing. It depends on how I feel.”

I place my fingertips on his collarbone, following the curves of his body. I run my hand down his chest. “You feel big and strong to me.”

Juneau grabs my wrist before I reach the white hair on his belly. “Don’t press your luck, little nymph,” he growls. “Fix my well first, then I might grant you a wish.”

“Might?” I tug my hand down so it fits in his palm. “So I might do all this work for free? And I will get nothing in payment?”

Juneau’s white pupil grows wide, splitting the darkness of his eyes. “Nothing.”

“Then let me get started.”

Juneau drops my hand, keeping his eyes on me as I walk to the main slope of the well. I coax down one of the trees nearby. It extends a branch that along the side of the well, pushing against it. Vines sprout at the base, circling around the stone, then constricting around them all at once. The stones grind and pop, throwing dust outwards. The branch continues to push while the vines loosen the stones. Everything groans and clatters while dust rises up in the air. Then, with a low groan, the stones settle upright like they were new. The branch recoils as the tree rises back up. The vines vanish back into the ground, and the stones they were touching are brushed clean. 

Juneau looks over the edge, admiring the work for a moment before glancing back my way. I pose and smile, squeezing my arms so they press my breasts together appealingly. He sighs and rolls his eyes. 

“Come back tomorrow,” he says.

“Tomorrow?” I thrust my arms down to my sides with my fists balled up. “Why tomorrow?”

“So I can think about whether I like this.” He pats the stones. “What if I granted you a wish and I ended up hating this later? Not fair at all, is it?”

“It’s hard work! You should pay for hard work,” I pout.

“That’s not the game, nymph,” he huffs.

“Eilonwy!” I snap back at him. “If you’re not going to grant my wish today, then I ask for some sort of promise that I won’t come back tomorrow and still be empty-handed.”

Juneau sniffs. “Oh yeah? And what is it I should do?”

I approach the well and hoist myself up on the edge. I stand there and look him dead in the eyes. “Give me a kiss.”

He glares at me. “What?”

“Kiss me.” I tap my cheek, the tip of my nose, then place my finger on my soft lips. “Anywhere is fine. But it will mark your promise to me.”

Juneau snarls and sticks out his tongue in disgust. “Is this how you intend to trick me?” His eyes bore into mine. “I won’t fall for it.”

“I don’t want you to fall for anything,” I say. “Just a token of your promise.”

Juneau scoffs, then grabs my arm. He pulls me forward to plant a timid kiss on my cheek. I thought he’d be rough, and for a moment I even thought he would bite me. Instead, his kiss is meek and tender, not at all what I had secretly hoped for. But it does make me realize something about him.

“There,” he snarls. He then sets me back down on the ground. “You happy?”

I smile up at him. “Oh, very much so. I’ll see you tomorrow, Juneau!” I wave to him and scamper off, excitedly skipping back home.

Juneau’s kiss gives me insight into what I am dealing with. While he is a dangerous spirit, he is also one who has obviously barely kissed before. It makes me wonder if he has ever had sex with anyone, although I highly suspect he hasn’t. I giggle to myself, thinking about teaching him the ins and outs of lovemaking. In the back of my mind, I feel like a predator lurking over such unsuspecting prey. It has been a long while since I’ve been this excited about someone. I want to take my time with Juneau, earn his trust, earn more of his timid little kisses. In time, I want Juneau to ask for me, and I won’t do anything until then. Maybe, one day, he will bend me over his well and ravage me mercilessly, showing me his true power then and there. Oh, the silly daydreams of a girl.

I wake up early the next day, having had wet dreams about Juneau all night; the last thing I remember is a vision of his inky black tongue teasing me in the most excruciating way. I waste no time making my way to the well. Once there, I sit on the edge so my feet dangle inside. My toes grow cold almost instantly.

“I’m back,” I sing. “Where is my wish?” I look around me for a moment when I feel his hands grab around both my ankles.

“Good morning, Juneau,” I wave into the darkness.

Juneau rises up. “If I grant your wish, will you leave me alone?”

I smile brightly. “No.”

Juneau grimaces. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?” He snarls. “Are you trying to torture me? What the hell do you want from me?”

“You,” I answer with a soft voice.

Juneau tilts his head so that all his beautiful white hair falls to the side. “You are trying to torture me!”

I shake my head. “I want to pleasure you,” I smirk coyly. “You’re such a stunning creature, you’ve captured my poor wistful heart in your mighty grip. Not to mention a multitude of other things.”

“You’re not fooling me, nymph!” He huffs. “What is it you want from me?”

“I told you, just you. I don’t need any magic from you. No wishes. No more of your water. All I want is to spend time with you so that I can earn your affections.” I stretch out my hand and run my fingers through his hair. It’s damp, but still feels like gossamer. “I want you to want me.”

Juneau mashes his palm against my face. “I knew you were dangerous.”

“I’m really not,” I lick his palm, then take his thumb into my mouth. I suck it and coil my rosy pink tongue around it.

Juneau rips his hand away and I giggle softly. “Sorry,” I reply. “You do things to me.” I fan my face as I grin.

“How can I trust you?” he snarls.

“Do you want to?” I ask him. “Who is the evil one here?” I wag my finger between us.

Juneau scoffs. “It’s hard to believe that a creature like you would ever want something like me,” he whispers. “So forgive me if I don’t believe your intentions lie only with me.”

“Oh,” I gasp. “You don’t think you’re beautiful!” I stand up so we’re eye to eye. “Then let me tell you what I see.”

“I know what you see!” Juneau snarls. “Same thing everyone sees.”

“Skin like petals,” I start, “like a sapphire turned into a flower.” I stroke my palm down his neck. “Soft and vibrant, so much that it makes the summer sky envious.” I place my palm on his chest. “Potent and mighty,” I murmur, “a body sculpted into such an alluring shape, with features that draw the eye to its most attractive qualities.” I comb my fingers through his white hair. “A touch of elegance with the danger.” I glide my fingers over his lips. “But the danger is also enticing.”

Juneau grabs my wrist. “Pretty words from a pretty liar.” He tilts his head back. “If you think I am so beautiful, then what would you be willing to do to me?”

I smirk excitedly. “I would do everything.” I cup his face between my palms as his expression becomes one of alarm. “But I would love you first and foremost. I would treasure you like the stunning creature you are. I would make love to you as often as you wanted me, because you are something worth earning.”

His lashes flutter for a moment before he pushes me back. “I almost believe you,” he says breathlessly.

I smile. “Let me kiss you and you’ll see.”

Juneau closes his eyes. I lean forward, pressing my hands on his shoulders. I lay my lips on his, kissing him slowly. He comes closer, placing his hands around my hips. I moan softly against him, drawing him in and tangling my fingers in his hair. He gasps for breath, but doesn’t pull away from me.

After a long moment and a bit of a struggle, I smile at him. “Do you believe me now?” I ask him. I pepper his cheek and neck with soft kisses.

“Listen here, nymph,” he growls. “Why do I feel like you’ve tricked me into giving you a wish?”

“You gave me a chance, and I gave you a kiss. Isn’t this balance?” I ask.

Juneau glares at me. “I won’t fall for this again.” His arms tighten around me so that my bare chest is pressed against his. “Enjoy your victory while you can.”