Catching A Water Nymph
“Severo.” A very familiar voice called.
Severo Ambrose stared blankly ahead, trying to pretend he was not there, at his desk at work. He was not even bothering to even try to fake that he was working.
“Severo!” That familiar voice snapped.
Severo jerked out of the trances when papers smacked him in the face. And glared at his boss, Cole Grimm, who glared right back. “What! What do you want!? I did all the paperwork for my last case! Can’t a man zone out and stare into the abyss that is life without being interrupted?”
Cole rolled his eyes. “That is not paperwork from your last case. That is information on your newest.”
“But I just got back!?” Severo groaned.
When he decided to become a bounty hunter, who would have thought it meant so much paperwork, research, and constant sleepless nights as he hopped on planes and drove everywhere and anywhere. It wouldn’t have been as much if he had stuck to bounty hunting humans.
But nooo, where’s the challenge in that? At least, it’s what he had convinced himself of after becoming successful as a human bounty hunter. Then again, when one was a Baboulas—or as most liked to call them, the bogeyman—one does not really have an issue capturing fleeing humans. Frankly, he had gotten bored quickly and decided Paranormal bounty hunting was where it was at.
This was, of course, him failing to take into consideration paranormal bounty hunting was an independent international governing body that worked with governments all over the world as one to bring down dangerous paranormal criminals that the police and other enforcing bodies were not equipped to handle. Which meant a hundred times more traveling and a hundred times more paperwork—government red tape and bullshit forms.
To be honest, Severo did actually enjoy his job, and much more than human bounty hunting, as at least the criminals put up a good fight most of the time, and it paid a hell of a lot better…. BUT right now, he wanted a nap, so he was going to disregard that.
“Are you even paying attention?”
Severo blinked. “What?”
Cole’s jaw clenched, and he heard the faint sound of teeth grinding before the man growled, “Read the damn papers and get your ass on the next flight to Avignon, France!” and stomped away.
He spun in his chair to watch and yelled out, “You should really stop grinding your teeth so much before you chip a fang!”
His boss spun around and gave him one of those looks that said, if I could kill you and get away with it, I would. Severo laughed and spun his desk chair back around.
Picking up the packet of papers on his desk, his eyes widen slightly at the image of his next target. Damn.
The beautiful creature had eyes the color of gold, ivory skin, and medium length, vibrant teal hair. They also had softly pointed ears, a pert button nose, and plush pink lips with a prominent cupid bow. Though… this shot seemed to have been taken without their notice as they looked quite unhappy.
“Well, aren’t you gorgeous?” he hummed and began to read. “Name, Ceri North and a Water Nymph. Identifies as male, good to know. About five foot, five inches….” He trailed off, head cocking in confusion once he read what the stunning Ceri’s crime was. “Wanted for murder. Odd.”
Unusually so. Servero’s mind ran through what he knew of the specific species of paranormal. Nymphs, no matter what sub-category, water, forest, etc., were predominantly androgynous in looks. Many were also gender-fluid or bi-gender. This was mainly because Nymphs could physically transform their biological sex completely from male to female, or vice versa at will. Though, until they were old enough to tell what they preferred, they were often referred to as the sex they were born as.
Ceri, being specifically a water nymph, meant he had gills hidden in his neck that allowed him to breathe underwater. Water nymphs could also control water in any and all forms.
But none of that was what Severo found odd. What was odd was not only were nymphs rare—as in, as a species there were at most a hundred living in each country—they also tended to live in small communities of their own kind. This meant crimes committed usually were within or near said communities and were rarely ever violent unless for defense. He could probably count on one hand the number of times a Nymph had killed in the past five hundred years or so. And all of them would have taken place near a community and in self-defense.
So how did a water nymph end up murdering a paranormal creature as strong as a Cerberus hundreds of miles away from the nearest Nymph community?
He flipped the first page of the packet and checked the man’s background.
“Ah, an orphan…”
In a random paranormal orphanage in the middle of nowhere… not even close to any nymph population. What the fuck. That just added more questions than answers.
His insides contracted painfully. Ceri gripped the sides of the tub and let out an agonizing high-pitched scream of pain. He arched, causing the water to slosh over the side and let out a pathetic sob. He prayed no one called the cops on him—they wouldn’t, right? Ceri had warned his neighbors he’d be giving birth at home a few days ago, so…
Being in his female form was supposed to make birth easier. What a bunch of bullshit! Of course, considering where the baby would come out of if he was still male… Ceri supposed this was a much better alternative.
Another contraction hit him, but he ground his teeth and forced himself to ignore the pain and focus on the damn YouTube video instructing him how to know when to push. Something he had intended to watch, but his sheer terror of it had made him put it off. He had been going to watch it tonight! HE WAS! BUT then this happened!
“Check… that your Cervix is dilated to 10 centimeters… and how do you…” he trailed off and blanched as the video began to demonstrate with pictures as to how.
“I’m here,” Severo said with a yawn into his phone, absently flashing the badge IPBHA Badge—his International Paranormal Bounty Hunting Agency badge—at security so he could skip all the protocol most encountered when entering a different country.
“Good,” His boss said. “Call me when you have any more updates.”
“Are you sure he is here? And again, are we sure about this case?”
“According to our intel, or would like to speak to Ince directly and inform him you question his abilities to do his job.”
Yep, nope, he did not want to question the big scary werewolf that was Ince. The man tended to have a short temper.
“No, no, no. I got it. He’s here, so I will find him.” Severo replied quickly and a bit more awake this time.
“As for the rest, we can question the whys and the what’s once he is in custody.”
Severo signed. “Sure.” He hung up, really not understanding why they couldn’t just question the case first. Then again, they were supposed to be the people who fetched while the laws and the courts decided on the cases’ validity. Not that they didn’t hold certain privileges as bounty hunters to make decisions on the guilt of others in the spur of the moment if they interfered with their work.
Ceri took a shaky breath, feeling relief at the sound of the strong cries coming from the baby now in his arms. Staring down at her, even though she was covered in gunk and screaming her little lungs out, he couldn’t help but tear up at how beautiful he found her. His daughter had a tuff of teal hair, and her skin matched his—though she was a bit red at the moment. But then, who wouldn’t be after such an experience.
Ceri laughed—he was exhausted both mentally and physically, but he felt more at peace than he had in so many years.
“Hi, there, precious,” Ceri sobbed. With a shaky hand, he gently washed the gunk off the baby girl. The water and his hands must have been soothing as she quieted down and began to let out little baby grunts, which soon became soft baby snores.
“I’m sorry for the world I’m bringing you into, but I’ll do every in my power to make sure no harm comes to you. But no matter what happens, please know that I love you, Skya.” He gently kissed the top of her head.
To be Continued...
Jayden knows he’s a monster. The people he killed were horrible, but it didn’t change what he was. And being taken in by Stephan Everwood at fifteen hadn’t changed his homicidal tendencies. Yet ten years later he finds himself struggling to be someone he's not. Then, despite thinking he lost most of his emotions years ago, Jayden discovers that not only is he not as empty inside as he thought, but that his monster is more present than ever before.
Stephan freely admits he has some issues. His self-doubts could be unrelenting and Stephan’s need to fix things tended to go too far. It blinded him to Jayden’s struggles. In the end his refusal to listen to what Jayden was trying to tell him has unfortunate results. When Stephan finally accepts who Jayden is, he must also face all that he had locked away inside.
Their difficulties brought them together. Their love healed them. And when the past tries to tear them apart, their darkness saved them.
Clutching tightly, the man pulled him back around. “Let me help!” His voice was rushed, higher than before, and slightly panicked. “We can turn him over to the authorities, the Zaytari. Evidence! We can find evidence and turn it in. You’ve been in his head, haven’t you?”
Jayden scowled at the hand on his arm—he wasn’t a fan of being grabbed, and Stephan seemed to be doing it a lot. “I have.”
“Then we’ll know where to find proof,” he insisted, completely ignoring Jayden’s irritation.
“Stephan, if you haven’t noticed, poor Richard here is a little banged up. A bit hard to play it off as nothing, don’t you think?” Jayden nodded toward the bloody man.
Nose wrinkling, Stephan hesitantly said, “I can fix that…the only issue would be his memories. We would need someone to get rid of them.” He nibbled on his bottom lip. “I may be able to hire someone. I just need time.”
“I can do it.”
“You can?” Stephan sounded surprised.
Running his fingers through his hair, Jayden grimaced. Apparently, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut tonight.
What was wrong with him? Jayden had no intention of letting Richard leave here alive. Ugh, his whole night of murderous fun had been shot to hell.
Who was Stephan anyway? Not to mention, why the hell was he believing everything Jayden said? Was the man really that naïve? It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be, not with what he had experienced. Was this a trap?
It would have been nice if Jayden had a way to find out. Unfortunately, the man’s mental walls were solidly back in place.
Eyeing him suspiciously, he asked, “Who are you?”
Jayden stalked closer and invaded the man’s personal space, brushing up against him. “Who are you, Stephan? What are you doing here?”
Stephan released his arm and staggered a few steps back. “I own this building. A construction crew is coming to tear it down in a few days. I wanted to make sure no one was living here. As for who I am? I’m not sure how to answer that.”
Stephan’s words were a mixture of truths and deceptions. “I don’t like being lied to, Stephan. I would suggest…” Jayden trailed off when something clicked into place.
He hissed, jerking as the walls and floors of the warehouse were suddenly drenched in blood with bodies scattered on the floor all around him.
It wasn’t real, just a phantom hiding what was actually there. A vision brought on by a memory—one that faded away moments later.
Jayden hated having these visions. They left him defenseless and unaware of his surroundings. While this one had been short, others had lasted hours. When he was locked into a memory, someone could stab him, and he wouldn’t even notice—until he pulled free, that is. And he knew that for a fact, as it had happened.
God, why couldn’t Jayden have been born just a little bit more normal? He was almost positive that the average vampire didn’t have to deal with shit like that. At least he didn’t think they did—Jayden didn’t really have any friends.
“This is where it happened, where they hurt you, where you killed them…”
“How could you afford to buy it?”
The man laughed bitterly. “My parents were rich.”
“I see.” He struggled to find something else to say.
Stephan’s shoulders slumped and his bottom lip began to tremble. The man seemed so sad, and for some reason that angered him.
Jayden glared down at the ground. Why was he angry? He shouldn’t be feeling anything. Was it the man’s past? Jayden rubbed his chest at the uncomfortable feelings running through him. He had the strongest urge to run away.
Maybe if he humored the man, he would leave—no harm in that, right?
Jayden gave Stephan a tight smile. “Let’s try it your way…however, if it doesn’t work, I will kill him. Though with how much blood Richard has lost, it’s probably too late anyway.”
“I can do it.”
Jayden stepped back and gave a mocking bow. “If you say so.”
Arms hanging loose, Stephan closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had been replaced by solid pools of lilac.
Jayden gasped, a cold shiver running through him as power swirled around the room. There was so much of it, and all of it was coming from Stephan. The very air was shifting—he had never felt anything like it. Hair standing on end, Jayden felt he should run away—to not trust the force around him.
Suddenly the air settled. The power hadn’t vanished, though. It was still thickening the air. His lungs stuttered as he struggled to draw in a full breath under its weight. Whoever Stephan was, he was dangerous.
Jayden was just going to go for it. He wanted Stephan to feel pleasure, and he wanted the little man to feel comfortable with his needs—to not fear them.
At a small nod, Jayden wasted no time. He picked Stephan up and set him on the edge of the tub. Squawking, Stephan tried to cover his erection.
“You’re beautiful. Please don’t hide from me.”
Trembling hands slowly slid away. He licked his lips. The view in front of him had his dick throbbing. Jayden found his gaze following water droplets and bubble suds as they traveled down the man’s smooth skin. Stephan’s legs were slim, his waist trim, and his stomach perfectly flat.
Besides what was on his head, the only hair on the man’s body was a neatly trimmed patch of curls at the base of his five-inch cock. Stephan’s prick twitched ever so slightly as pre-cum dripped from its tip. The view was mouthwatering.
He grabbed a bathing poof and lathered it up with a bodywash that smelled of lilies. Running the sponge up and down Stephan’s neck, Jayden used swirling motions to spread the sweet-scented foam over the man’s collarbone. Lower down, he gently brushed against Stephan’s erect pink buds.
The little man’s eyes dilated and his lips parted as the textured poof rasped against his nipples—small tremors ran through him. Stephan’s breathing grew heavy, and the scent of his lust thickened.
The man looked so beautiful in his arousal, but Jayden would have to watch him closely. He didn’t want to draw out Stephan’s fear again.
As Jayden washed Stephan, he soon found out how very sensitive the man’s body was. Stephan shifted and whimpered, his breath hitching each time Jayden found a spot.
Not wishing to scare him, Jayden was quick as he slid between the man’s rounded cheeks. Continuing on, he covered every delectable inch of him with suds until all that was left was Stephan’s swollen prick and tight sack.
Sweat dripped down Jayden’s face as he looked at the last bit left untouched—he felt almost light-headed. The heat from the water and that his arousal left him dizzy. The only clear thought in his mind was that he wished to possess the man in front of him—Jayden wanted to make Stephan his.
After dropping the poof, hand completely soaped up, Jayden wrapped it around Stephan’s cock. The man jerked in shock at his touch.
Instead of rubbing the twitching flesh in his grasp, Jayden remained still, waiting to see how Stephan would react.
Swaying, the little man grabbed his shoulder to stabilize himself. “J-Jade,” Stephan whined.
When the stench of fear never came, Jayden ran his hand up and down Stephan’s shaft. Pre-cum and suds mixed together as he pumped the man’s throbbing prick.
The soft moans that drifted past Stephan’s lips strengthened Jayden’s excitement. Each drop of pre-cum he drew from the man had his own leaking out.
Jayden’s gaze kept flitting between what his hand was doing and his lover’s face. Either view was worth dying for. He cupped the man’s balls with his other hand, then gently squeezed and massaged the tight sack.
“Oh God, Jayden…” Stephan cried.
Jayden focused on the look of pleasure on the man’s face. Stephan’s eyes were hazy, his lips slightly parted. He had his head tilted back, seeing nothing—just feeling and taking in every touch.
But Jayden had no intention of letting the man come this way. He wanted to bring him with his mouth, to have his sweet release on his tongue. To savor Stephan’s first taste of pleasure in years.
Releasing him, Jayden pulled away.
“What…” Stephan muttered in a daze.
“I want to taste you, sweetheart. Will you let me?”
Stephan’s brow furrowed, looking so adorably confused. Chuckling, Jayden slowly ran a finger up the underside of the man’s cock. “I want to suck this.”
The pleasure clouding Stephan’s face faded a bit. “S-suck?” the man sputtered.
Jayden wiggled his eyebrows. “Suck,” he purred.
Stephan nodded stiffly. Permission given, Jayden grabbed the showerhead and sprayed Stephan’s crotch. The man squealed in indignation at the sudden assault of water, shying away.
Hands gripping Stephan’s thighs, Jayden grinned. He slid down into the water until he was eye level with the man’s hard length. “Sorry, I’ve never liked the taste of soap.”
Stephan started to say something, but it ended in a choked gasp as Jayden took his cock fully down his throat. Nuzzling into his trimmed curls, he breathed in the man’s musky, sweet scent—caramel with a hint of pistachio.
Jayden ran his hands up and down Stephan’s trembling thighs. And for just a few moments, he stared into the man’s glazed eyes, savoring the taste of him—then he swallowed.
“Jayden!” Stephan cried out, his hands threaded through Jayden’s hair, gripping the strands tightly. He writhed as Jayden massaged his cock with his throat.
When he pulled off, Stephan let out a whine of protest. But Jayden ignored his pleas and blew a few puffs of cool air on the spit-covered tip before flicking his tongue against Stephan’s slit. The man moaned and arched toward him as he licked the mushroom head and captured every dollop of pre-cum with his tongue.
Only when Stephan’s whimpers and moans echo through the room did Jayden finally take him back into his mouth. Then, hollowing his cheeks, he began to suck, bobbing up and down on Stephan’s cock.
Books have always been a big part of Shelby Rhodes’ Life. Unfortunately, growing up writing had been a constant struggle for her. So, even with her head filled with stories she never tried to write them down.
It took two degrees in painting, one a master’s degree, for her to finally gain the confidence to explore writing as a creative outlet. Now writing has become a way for her to dive into new adventures and explore new worlds.
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