The Purest Water

When Nico, the black stag-shifter and king of a dying forest, ventures forth to find a new water nymph, he doesn't expect to encounter Percy - a beautiful, conflicted half-breed nymph on the run from his past. As Nico's heat intensifies, the primal urge to claim and breed the tempting water spirit becomes irresistible. Bound by ancient magic and overwhelming desire, their meeting ignites a passionate mating that will either save Nico's forest or destroy them both in a whirlwind of dominance, submission, and forbidden pleasure.

The Purest Water

When Nico, the black stag-shifter and king of a dying forest, ventures forth to find a new water nymph, he doesn't expect to encounter Percy - a beautiful, conflicted half-breed nymph on the run from his past. As Nico's heat intensifies, the primal urge to claim and breed the tempting water spirit becomes irresistible. Bound by ancient magic and overwhelming desire, their meeting ignites a passionate mating that will either save Nico's forest or destroy them both in a whirlwind of dominance, submission, and forbidden pleasure.

The forest air feels cool against my skin as I stumble forward, weak from days without proper water. My feet drag on the forest floor, each step heavier than the last. I'm half-delirious when I finally spot the river, relief washing over me like the very water I so desperately need.

After soaking in the river branch, I continue my journey, but now fatigue weighs on me differently—softer, more manageable. I find a rock to rest on, yawning widely as my eyes drift closed.

A twig snaps behind me. I whirl around, heart pounding, to face the most magnificent creature I've ever seen—a stag with fur so dark it's nearly black, towering antlers that gleam like silver in the dappled light, and eyes that seem to see straight into my soul.

"Hello, handsome," I find myself saying, a smile tugging at my lips despite my exhaustion. I slowly reach out a hand, half-expecting him to bolt.

Instead, he approaches cautiously, his cold nose touching my fingertips. I giggle at the sensation, gently carding my fingers through his velvety fur. He's magnificent—strong and powerful yet somehow delicate in his movements.

To my disappointment, he turns to leave. Before I can stop myself, I whisper, "Don't go."

He pauses, looking back at me with those intense eyes before continuing a short distance then turning again, as if waiting for me. My feet move before my mind fully processes what's happening, following this beautiful creature through the trees until we reach a large, moss-covered tree with a bed of leaves beneath it.

He lies down and looks up at me expectantly. I start to make my own bed of leaves, but he huffs, rising and gently but firmly using his antlers to nudge me closer. Not wanting to anger him, I settle against his warm side, immediately comforted by his body heat.

As I drift off to sleep, I feel him gathering leaves around us, creating a protective nest. Despite everything I've been through, I've never felt safer than I do in this moment, curled against a stranger—a magnificent black stag who somehow feels like home.