CHAPTER 7

Zel showed him the new expansions with excitement, and laid out some more ideas that they had. The way that her eyes shined with excitement when she spoke plastered a huge smile on his face. He stayed with the centaurs for lunch, which was a delightful nut and fruit platter that left him feeling full. When Zel escorted him to the exit, he gave her a huge hug.

"I had a great time, and I'm glad to see that you are all thriving."

"We are. Hey, I was wondering. During the next full moon, we're having my official naming ceremony, as Herd Leader. I would really like it if you could come."

"I wouldn't miss it." He took out his phone and checked the calendar. The next full moon was in ten days, so he put it in his calendar. "Let me know if I need to bring anything."

"Just yourself, and anybody else who wants to come." She leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. "Try and stay out of trouble, won't you?"

"Heh. I'll do my best." He walked into the small hut and back through the door, shivering at the cool air of his front yard. A trio of centaurs looked up from a nearby bush when he emerged, and he waved to them.

"You're all doing a great job out here, by the way." He walked past them and into the house. He paused in the opening as Death glided past, a fresh pot of tea in one hand and his cup in the other. Behind him, Cerulea and Carmina followed just a couple of feet behind.

"Ahem." Mike put his hands on his hips and glared at the fairies. They gasped when they saw him and bolted, disappearing in two different directions. Satisfied that they wouldn't pester the Grim Reaper, he went into the backyard to find Naia dancing quietly in her fountain. The water beneath her formed into geysers that became tiny pedestals for her to stand on, and the waterproof speaker Tink had installed by the fountain was playing something classical.

Naia's movements were smooth, and she literally flowed around the fountain, her body often becoming water and moving with her. In the center of her fountain was a series of basins, and she had a small collection of birds that watched her dance, as well as a squirrel and the green fairy Olivia. Mike sat on the edge of the fountain and watched the beautiful nymph dance.

Several minutes went by, and when Naia spotted him with her sapphire eyes, she simply smiled and kept dancing. She wore a low cut white gown that was cinched at her waist, and her skirt parted when she moved to reveal muscular legs with slightly webbed feet at the bottom. Water bubbles floated around her now, popping in time with the music while she moved to the beat, and her green and blue hair cascaded across her shoulders, bobbing with every leap. The way she moved was making his cock hard, and he couldn't stop thinking about all the times he had been intimate with her, exploring that magnificent body of hers with his own.

She was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

The music came to a stop, and Mike and Olivia both clapped. Naia took a bow, then moved toward the edge of the fountain.

"See something you like?" She winked at him lasciviously.

"As a matter of fact, I do." He put his hands on the edge of the fountain and leaned forward. Naia couldn't leave her fountain, except to travel to the bathtub in his bathroom. "A couple of things, actually."

"All you have to do is ask." Naia licked her lips, her eyes flitting across his body.

"Well, one thing is obvious, but there's something else I need from you first before we become too distracted." He looked up at the dark line of his own hair that hovered in the edge of his vision. "Apparently I'm in need of a trim."

"I can arrange that." Naia looked over at Olivia. "Can you bring me the salon kit? It's in the cabinet under the sink. Oh, and one of the hand towels, please."

Olivia gave a mock salute and flew up toward Mike's bedroom window. With a bit of magic, she made the window open and flew inside.

"Can she carry all that?" Mike asked.

"If she doesn't get distracted, maybe." They both watched, and eventually Olivia reappeared carrying a small black canvas case with a towel rolled up in the handles. She fluttered down, her long grasshopper legs hooked through the handle of the bag.

"Thanks." She took the bag from Olivia. "If you wait around, I have a surprise for you."

Olivia let out a small cheer and a pirouette. Naia was one of the few people who could ensure obedience from the fairies, so Olivia took her place back on one of the water basins, her legs kicking with anticipation.

"So what will it be?" Naia gestured for him to enter her fountain.

"Just a trim, please." He took off his shoes and walked in, marveling at how the water didn't even seep into his clothes. Naia could control the water in her fountain with her magic, making it do anything she wanted. He noticed lately that she seemed to have even more control over what it could do, and smiled when a series of water jets formed at the halfway mark.

"This part is always a little weird," he told her when he tried to sit on the water jets. There was enough pressure in them to easily support his weight, and he was soon floating on a chair made of water. "I feel like I'm going to fall through."

"I'd never let anything bad happen to you." She leaned forward and touched his hair. It was long enough that the tips were starting to curl. "How about we wash you up first?"

"Sounds good."

Naia summoned a sphere of water that hovered between them, then opened up the bag. She pulled out a pair of scissors and a small bottle of shampoo. She squeezed some shampoo into the floating orb, and it swirled the pearly substance around until the sphere looked like a milky white marble. With a wave of her hand, the sphere attached itself to his scalp, and hundreds of tiny water fingers scrubbed away at his hair.

"That feels nice." He told her.

"Oh, I'm not done yet." She dunked the towel in water and then folded it up, her face screwed up in concentration. Steam emanated from the towel in her hand as she heated up the water. Moving behind Mike, she stretched and wrapped it over his face.

"Mmf," he said, only his nose poking through the opening. Her fingers pressed against his temples, and the water fingers in his hair applied pressure to his scalp.

"Abella and I looked this up. I thought it would be more fun than just a snip and trim."

"Mmhmm," Mike agreed. The minutes passed while she massaged him, and suddenly the chair beneath him shifted. Water jets had become hands that clutched his body, rubbing his legs and arms. He tried to remove the towel, but Naia held it in place.

"Leave it on. Let me have my fun."

He relaxed, and the watery hands beneath him massaged him all over, and slowly worked his pants off. Mike suppressed a chuckle, knowing that the nymph would have her way with him one way or the other, and he was soon hard and ready for her.

Still, she sat behind him, her strong hands massaging his scalp. The water around his head flowed away, and she hummed a song to herself. The hands massaging his thighs pulled his legs apart, and more hands formed around his scrotum, spreading across his pelvis and stroking him everywhere.