Note: In old swedish folk lore there is a creature called Näcken, or The Man of the Stream that lurks in waters to drown the bypassers of his waters. Maybe some lost ones never actually drowned...
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She took the same path she always did, through the forest, over the bridge by the falls and further up the mountain. At his time of year, when spring was very hard to separate from summer, the streaming water was high, foaming and almost violent as it fell in cascades over the rocks. Below the falls there was calmer areas, where the sun had time to warm up the pools, contrasts in both temperature and motion.
The morning had been early when she left home to take this weeks food to her sister, that was watching the cows on the mountain, but had now turned into lunchtime. She sat down by the pool just below the large waterfall to eat her lunch. She put her bottle of milk in the water, to chill it. In the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move behind her, and turned around, but there was nothing but the trees, being gently rocked by the warm wind. Nothing disturbed the silence but a few bumblebees, busy with the flowers in the grass. She felt the soft grass with her naked feet, looked out over the water and noticed that the big rock slab in the pool was now under water. You could see it ripple the surface, but none of it was visible. As she had finished her meal, she leaned over the calm water to get her milk. She saw her reflection, and for a second it looked like a man was standing over her! Startled, she jumped up, but there was nothing. She felt a bit silly, letting her imagination run away with her, being an adult and all...
She drank the milk and more hastily than she'd like to admit, were off to her sister. She knew she'd be welcome company, even if there were not many places that was more beautiful than the mountain in the summer, it also was very lonely.
She had stayed a bit too long with her sister, chatting about boys, the competition from other girls, and dreams of getting well wed. On her way home, she had to hurry, if she wasn't to lose the daylight completely. The brisk walk down hill had caught her a bit of time, so when she reached the stream again, it was merely dusk. There was a faint sound coming from the waterfall, she thought. Where there people there? Maybe she could have some company on her way home?
As she came closer, she heard that it was someone playing the violin. She got curious, who did that on a Thursday evening? When she got to the bank of the stream, she saw it was a man sitting in the running water. He was completely naked, his hair were long and wild and his skin was freshly tanned, the shade of river sand. His eyes was green, like the woods surrounding him, and maybe it was a trick of the sinking sun, but it almost looked like they were glowing.
"Oh Lord!" she thought, "He has no clothes on! Not a thread on his body!"
The man looked up and gazed into her eyes.
"I've seen you here before." he said and smiled.
She couldn't look away, her dress felt suddenly very snug, the skirt warm and itchy. His voice was like he wind in the trees and soaring of the water as he asked her:
"Where were you born?" He slowly rose from the water moving towards her, still fixating her with his eyes. "Where were you raised?"
"I can't answer it!" she thought. "He's putting a spell on me!" vaguely aware that the water wasn't going to hide anything very soon.
"Where were your maiden dress laced?" he finished softly.
"I... I can't... " she answered weakly, as her heart was pounding and she was short of breath.
He moved closer, the water was flowing from his long hair, down the chest. She couldn't help following it with her eyes further down where it dripped off his semi hard cock.
She wanted it, she thought, then hastily added "to go away"
He reached out to her and smiled a little, took her left hand in his, and she could feel the chill of the water and roughness from his palm. Wet... His grip was soft and tender, but yet she wasn't able to let go. She didn't notice meeting his other hand herself, she just became aware of his cool grip.
He opened his mouth again. She saw his white teeth, like pearls...
"Where were you born? Where were you raised? Where were your maiden dress laced?" he insisted, softly touching her chin. "Whe..."
"The Clearwater parish!" she said. "Clearwater! Clear.."
His smile filled her with joy and anticipation and he put his arms around her, making her blouse wet.
"The water is still running off him" she thought, "Where does it come from?"
He let his hands run over her body, up to her face and kissed her gently, nibbling her lips, parting them with his tongue. He pulled her off the bank into the water with him, his left hand caressed her breast as he kissed her deeper. She felt him rolling her nipple between his fingers through the fabric. Her genitals were swollen, throbbing. She could feel her own wetness lubricating her labia. His hands continued around her waist, supporting her as he leaned on her with his kiss. The right squeezed her ass, as the other were gathering her skirt, pulling it up. The wet hemline clinged to her buttocks, and his hand wandered over her hip, the groin and found her swollen cunt. His fingers gently caressed her, parting her and running along the delicate folds.
"Do you want me?" he asked, "I cannot have you if you don't give yourself to me willingly."
She moaned, wishing he would just press his fingers into her.
"Do you want me?" he repeated, now stopping the movement of his finger.
"Yes!" she replied "Yes, I want you!"
She could feel him smile through his kiss, and he slid a finger into her, softly. When he slid it out, he let another follow, pushing two into her, watching her. When they left her, she felt so empty she almost wanted to cry. He lifted them to his lips to taste her, then kissed her again, she could feel her own flavour on his tongue.
He led her deeper into the water, and she gasped for air as the cool water reached her hot, blood filled genitals.
