Chapter 4
Nahuél
A human is in my chamber.
So often these days, I am a shapeless form, simply existing in the aether, but today is different. There are people in the cave, the echoes of their voices, their thoughts filtering down between the rock like the water that flows through this whole system, reaching me.
I feel her breath, quick and panicked. She is injured from what I can sense. She will not live without my help.
Like an eel, I slip through the water, my mass taking form. I take care in rising from the water, letting just the top of my head break the surface. Everything is glowing, alive with me. It has been centuries at this point, and the water is overjoyed at the fact that I am awake again.
There she is, huddled against the rock wall, cradling her arm. Squinting from the light, she wears a look of combined terror and pain upon her face.
“Who are you?” I murmur in the silence.
She tries to raise her head, but I see she cannot. I want to tell her to stop, but I don’t.
“Lena.” She gasps. “My name is Lena. My ankle is broken, and I think my wrist is too.”
My eyes rove over her form. She is tall for a human, with hair so light it could have been spun by a sun god. It’s matted and dirty now. My thoughts are jumbled, confused. Did she fall trying to find me? Something tells me she has no inkling of who I am or that I was here.
“You are not here to worship me?” My disappointment is evident in my voice. She is here purely by accident, and the thought makes me want to sink back into my watery world forever.
Panic crosses her face, as though she senses my reluctance. “Can you help me?” Her desperation is clear.
I could sink back into the pool, slip under the rocks into a different chamber completely, and leave her here to die, but I am riveted to this spot, staring at her.
She is terrified, of this I am sure, but she is asking for my help, throwing caution to the wind. Her spirit is strong, and I admire it.
Lifting myself from the pool requires effort. My body feels heavy and clumsy, the weight of gravity reminding me of all the things that have been denied to me for so long. Her eyes follow me as I stand, first landing on my chest, then to my rotund belly, and finally her eyes lock onto my cock.
This chamber is one of the tallest in the cave system to accommodate my height, and now I must bend down to pick her up. She whines in pain. Avoiding her gaze, I bring us back into the water.
“Who are you?” She whispers.
“Nahuél,” I respond.
The water swirls and churns around her, eager to have someone else other than me join them. Its light dances and sparkles, molecules slicking themselves over her skin, zipping into her body. But suddenly the glow becomes subdued almost instantly, and I can tell something is wrong.
Lena stares at the ceiling, the color drained from her face, unaware that the water is struggling to connect.
Placing a hand at her ankle, I close my eyes and attempt to focus.
At first, I feel nothing, my mind's eye blank.
Then, though fuzzy, I see her ankle, its bones snapped, ligaments torn.
Breathing deeply, I concentrate the water at the bone, urging its magic inside.
The water struggles to obey me, its response sluggish. I am so weak.
Without meaning to, I let out a huff of irritation.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed your…slumber. I didn’t mean to fall down here, my colleague push-”
“My magic is not working properly.”
I cut her off.
“Oh.” She pauses. “I’m- I’m sorry.”
I pluck at her torn sleeve. “These are blocking it.”
“My clothes?” Her voice has risen an octave higher, her body sending off waves of panic.
“I need to remove them. The water must envelope your body so that I may conduct your healing properly.”
I lean over her face, taking in the curves of her cheeks, the long blonde eyelashes framing eyes so blue they must have been plucked from the ocean itself.
I know removing her clothing is going to cause pain, so I get to it quickly, starting with the contraption surrounding her head.
It’s hard and smooth with a mechanism under her chin keeping it in place.
My fingers feel overly large as I try to remove it.
In fact, every time I touch her, I feel that I might accidentally break her.
By the time I am done, she is sobbing. Piling everything on the edge of the pool, I turn back to face her floating naked form. Relieved of her clothes, my cock is feeling things it hasn’t in centuries as well, and I must bully my mind to focus. You cannot fuck an injured human.
The water is happy again, radiant, and ready to attempt to heal.
I position myself close to her, the edge of my belly brushing the sides of her arm.
Focus. I place my hand on her torso, just under her breasts.
There is some damage to her organs, the water is showing me, and I place another hand near her feet.
Time stands still during the healing session, the water and I partnering together to scan her body for all her injuries, knitting bone with bone, sinew with sinew, and finally skin with skin. Throughout it, she lies still, nearly in shock as the iridescent water froths and swirls around her.
By the end of it, I am weak, the effort to heal her sapping me of the last whisps of strength I gained by her entering the chamber in the first place. If there had been more serious injuries, I would not have had enough power to heal them.
She has either fallen asleep or passed out, so I bring her limp body to rest against me as I sit in the pool. The water is exhausted as well and is illuminated just enough to see a dim outline of the chamber. Lena moans and twitches in her sleep, dreaming of something I probably cannot fathom.
My own thoughts wander to the last human who visited me, a young man who wanted a blessing for his marriage.
The river was near their home, and wished for a long happy life with the river providing for them and a blessing of protection against flooding.
The young man had tiptoed silently into the chamber, bringing me gifts of fish and fragrant flowers.
A tear slips down my face as I count the number of years since that moment. The number becomes too large to bear, and I put it from my mind.
I feel Lena begin to stir, and I welcome the distraction from painful memories. She leans her head back against my chest as her breathing shifts from that of sleep to wakefulness.
“Shhh.” My arms are wrapped around her, holding her steady against me. I can feel the swell of her breasts against my arms. She reaches up to touch one of them, tracing the sinewy muscle.
“You fell asleep. I did not wish for you to drown.” Her neck is exposed to me, and I suddenly yearn to place my lips there.
Her body is molded to mine, supple in its relaxation. I’m acutely aware of my cock pressing into her ass, and I must force my brain to think about anything else but her body and instead focus on her welfare.
“Nahuél, I’d like to try to move around now, if you don’t mind.” She says suddenly.
I release her in an instant, pangs of regret piercing my heart.
She peels herself away from me, getting her footing under her and feeling for the bottom of the pool, which isn’t too far for her to reach.
The water just touches her chin, and she makes her way to the edge, where she struggles to lift herself out.
I watch her for a moment. “I can help you.” I begin to stand to help her, already yearning for an excuse to touch her again.
“I got it!” She gasps, finally flopping over the side.
She sits up on the edge and dangles her feet into the water, crossing her arms over her chest. “Thank you for healing me. I would have died down here.”
I give a brief nod.
“Where are my clothes?” She asks meekly.
I point to the dark blob to my right.
“You are leaving.” It’s not a question. My voice cracks.
She sits on the edge of the pool, watching me. “I can stay for a little while longer. To catch my breath.”
I stand, towering over her. She pulls away, eyes tracing me. There isn’t fear there, but something else.
“I must check you to make sure everything is healed.”
In two steps, I cross the pool, taking her left foot in my hand. She is probably tall and long-legged compared to an average human, but she is dwarfed in my hands by comparison. I prop her leg up on my chest, rolling her ankle and testing her toes.
Her skin is smooth and covered in silky blonde hair. My hands have taken over, and I’m tracing the length of her muscles, massaging her knees. I’m so focused on her skin, the scent of her, that I don’t realize she is leaning back onto her hands, pushing her legs into me.
We lock eyes, and the very air shifts. Her body is displayed for me, legs spread, mouth slightly parted. I glance down and see her cunt is swollen and glistening. In one swift move, I push her down onto the rock and position my mouth at her slick pussy.
“Tell me to stop,” I growl.
She shakes her head. “I won’t.” Her voice is shaking, as though she cannot believe what is happening either.
Thinking back, I try to remember the last time I did this, and I cannot, so I just do what I’m compelled to and plunge my tongue inside her, relishing in her taste. Her legs hook over my shoulder, urging me forward, her hands tangled in my long, wavy black hair.
The abandoned soul in me sings with pleasure at this human needing me, her moans echoing in the cave. Every lick, suckle, and nip brings a cacophony of sounds from her, and I bring her to the edge before slowing down, causing her to squirm against my mouth before I plunge back into her.
Finally, I latch my mouth to her swollen clit and ease a finger inside, eliciting a string of curses and moans into the cave.
“Don’t stop!” She cries, so I decide to insert a second, and then a third finger, pressing that sweet spot inside her.
Her legs are spread as far as they can go as her back bows up from the rock, her orgasm squeezing my fingers.
I bring her easily to another one, vibrating my mouth against her before she goes limp.
“Nahuél, who are you?” She whispers, panting.
I pick her up, lowering her into the water and washing her gently. Her eyes find mine.
“I’m no one, anymore.”
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SHE PUT WHAT WAS left of her clothes on while I went to a certain expanse of rock wall near the rear of the cave.
Her pleasure acted as a gift, and my powers are slightly stronger now.
I have just enough to open a safe portal to outside the cave, causing the chamber to light up as though sunshine were spilling in.
Her helmet dangles in her hand as she walks over to the wall, shielding her eyes, trying not to trip. I stand off the side, my heart dropping into my stomach at the thought of her leaving.
We stand together, facing each other. Without warning, she throws herself into my arms, pulling me into a deep hug.
“I’m going to be here in town for a while. I will try to find you again.” Her lips just brush the top of my chest. “Hopefully I won’t have to fall down another hole.”
I give her a small smile.
She turns toward the glowing wall, giving me one last look before the cave takes her, pulling her body into the wall itself.