Chapter#06

"Whoa!" Mike splashed water everywhere in his haste to get out of the tub. This time, Naia didn't fight him as he scrambled out into the bathroom, covering up with a towel. She pouted as he slid across the floor, looking for his pants. Seeing that she hadn't moved from her spot in the tub, Mike felt his heart rate level out, the burst of adrenaline gone.

"Who...what are you?" He asked, trying to keep his eyes off of her breasts. Other than the strange markings on her ribs, her skin was flawless.

"I am Naia." She smirked. "Though I suspect we are past names at this point, Mike. I am full of your cum, after all."

"So it wasn't a dream." Mike slid his pants on, the fabric catching on his wet skin. "That still doesn't tell me anything else. For instance, how you got here." He had been alone in the tub, and she had appeared from beneath the water.

"I've been here for quite some time." She swished the water with her hand. "If you don't mind-" she waved her hand and the spigot came on, warm water filling the tub. It filled even faster this time, until another wave of her hand turned it off. "It's been a long time since I've had a hot soak."

"What do you mean, quite some time?" Mike crossed his arms. "You're lucky I don't just call the cops."

"You won't do that." She pulled a handful of water over her breasts, letting it run free across them. "You and I are linked now. You are struggling with what you saw, but accept that it happened and want to know more. You are also afraid that you are suffering a psychotic break which will only be confirmed when the cops arrive and find nothing but a tub full of water."

Mike stared at her, mouth open. "You can read my mind?"

Naia laughed, a beautiful sound that echoed off the tiles. "Not quite. Just general stuff. I would far rather have this conversation here in the water, by the way."

"You practically raped me," Mike told her. "If I get back in there, I assume you are going to try again."

"I hardly raped you." Naia looked angry. "You were the one jacking off in my tub. I did what I did out of self-preservation, by the way, and I happen to know that you enjoyed it."

Mike sighed. Being angry was getting him nowhere. "Okay, give me a second to calm down. If you can read my mind, you should be feeling that this is a little much for me right now." He walked toward the tub, staring warily at its edge. "If I sit, do you promise not to pull me in or anything?"

"Yes." She moved away from the edge, allowing him a better look at her body through the water. God, she was gorgeous.

"Let's back things up a bit. Fill in the gaps for me. Let's start with who and what you are."

"I'm Naia." She ran her hands across her body. "This is what I am. I am a nymph."

"A nymph?" The gears in his brain spun. He had only heard the word used in nymphomaniac. "Can you elaborate?"

"I am a water spirit." She stirred the water with one finger, summoning a floating sphere. "My spring was dammed up over a century ago. Luckily, the water was diverted through the fountain in the yard, and eventually pipes were installed to allow spring water to come up through the pipes to this tub so that I could come inside."

"For what purpose?"

"I think you know." Naia winked at him. "Nymphs are sexual by nature. The person who built this house did it to protect me, and he and I had quite the life here together. It was too cold in the winter to fuck outside, so this was a pretty good compromise."

"What do you need protecting from?"

"My spring was going to be destroyed. If it ever stops flowing, either it forms somewhere else or I die. Which I was quite close to doing, I might add."

"Really?"

Naia nodded. "When Emily died, the house went unused for a really long time. The fountain became clogged, and the fixtures in the house never flowed. There's a slight trickle in the fountain, but minerals are backing it up. When you turned on the bath, it gave me just enough energy to manifest."

"Wow." Mike was watching the tiny sphere of water float above the tub. It occasionally touched down on the water's surface, bouncing once more into the air.

"Yes. But I needed more. Nymphs can channel sexual energy into magic, but we try not to because it causes links between us. That's why some of us drown our sexual partners."

"There are more of you?"

Naia nodded. "There used to be. Modern civilization has not been very kind to my race."

"Tell me more about our link."

Naia blushed. "The first spell was to help unclog the fountain. It was minor, but if you were to die, I could make it through another winter."

"If I were to die?"

"While I was taking in your essence, I looked into your soul. If I hadn't liked what I saw, I would have drowned you. Don't take it personally."

Holy shit. "If you got what you wanted, then why the second spell?"

"When I looked inside of you, I found a man who grew up without a home, one who needed a family who could love him for who he is. The second spell was selfish on my part, but we will both see benefit."

"What does it do?" He asked.

"I swapped a small part of your soul with mine," she admitted, biting at her lower lip. "That way, you and I would be forever linked, and you would be more likely to stay here."

"PART OF MY WHAT?" Mike stood, balling his fists. "You took part of my soul?!?"