Tales From Mysteria Falls

by St. Giles, Jennifer

  She stepped silently back, planning to return to the man’s porch and wait, but couldn’t quite stop watching his powerful, fluid movements. He was pure sensual magic in action.

  Suddenly he dropped from the bar and plunged into the water. He came up quickly, scaring her. “What in the hell do you want?”

  His snarling deep voice had more fear impact than the Jaws theme. The dark countenance of his sharp brow, determined nose, and square jaw were just as threatening as a live gargoyle. For the first time she wondered if maybe her desperation to know a moment’s pleasure was going to cost more than she was willing to pay.

  Really? she asked herself. Could she resign herself to an anorgasmic fate or would she rather die trying to change it?

  “I need help. My name is Dorothea and this is Yodo. My car has a flat.” She spoke the lie lamely.

  “Right. Dorothy and Toto. And I’m the Tin Man. You’re in the wrong place, lady. Get lost. Go back to Kansas.” He turned his back on her.

  “I’m called Thea. My cell phone is dead,” she called out, feeling the bite of tears stinging her eyes. Had she really thought it would be so easy? Can I use your phone? And by the way, aren’t you the man who wrote that book? I have this friend who really needs help. Surely, you could sell me a bottle of Nymph.Desperation had a way of making any plan sound good. Yodo buried closer to her ankle, trying to comfort her.

  “Do us both a favor, lady. Drop the pretense and just leave. I don’t have what you’re looking for.”

  “Are you Dr. Zinclair?”

  “Not any more. Get lost.”

  Dorothea exploded. “I want an orgasm before my thirtieth birthday ends at midnight. You had a clinic. You helped women like me. Dr. Susan praised your success rate. All I want is to buy a bottle of Nymph and I’ll leave.”

  He laughed, turning to face her again. “Do you really want the drug? Are you willing to take it regardless of its side effects?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her heart hammering. “Yes,” she said louder. “I can’t live this way anymore.”

  His humor died. This time he strode through the water toward her, unashamedly naked. Not that he had any reason to hide anything. His assets rivaled her trust fund and appeared ready to make any deposit he wanted. She had to fight to keep her gaze aimed at his face. A feat that grew less difficult as she met his intense gaze. Long ebony lashes framed sea-green irises, creating a mesmerizing study of light and dark.

  He stopped when his arousal brushed her silken covered stomach, making her gasp at the shock of sensual lightning that pierced through her. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Her purse slid from her grip and landed on the ground. She considered backing up, but didn’t. Yodo yipped, then sounded like he jumped into her purse, his favorite place to hide.

  The salty air gave way to the doctor’s heady cologne, something that urged her to breathe deep and relish the flavor.

  “Since we’re being so truthful here,” he said, his deep voice vibrating sensually. “There is no Nymph. It was nothing more than a concoction of brandy and peach liquor.”

  Dorothea shook her head, refusing to accept his answer, or back away from him. “No. You cured women, made them whole, normal. How?”

  Instead of answering, he smiled, slowly, sending another fissure of heat right to an unfamiliar, clenching core inside of her. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her tightly against his erection, pressing hotly to her damp silk. Then he ran his hands up to brush the sides of her breasts, stopping where the cut of her halter-top covered her soft skin.

  Dorothea gasped as her hips automatically pressed to him.

  “How?” He lifted a dark brow. “Usually counseling worked, but on rare occasions when it didn’t, my touch did. I made love to them, Dorothea. I’m the drug.” To prove his point, he slid his thumbs beneath her top and snaked them over her breasts.

  A brief flick of his thumbs hardened her nipples to aching points of need. She gasped and shuddered. The tingling pleasure lingered long after he’d moved his hands back to her hips and stood looking at her, waiting for her to say something.

  “Cure me,” she whispered, finally. Every ounce of her agonized desperation echoed in her voice. She’d come this far, and at this point in her life she was ready to try anything she hadn’t before…even sex with a charismatic stranger.

  His grip on her hips tightened, but he didn’t move. He just stared at her and she saw both indecision and a shadow of pain flicker in his eyes. “What if I choose not to be used for sex? All pleasure comes at a price and someone has to pay it. There’s also no guaranty that tomorrow you won’t wake up in the same condition.”

  Shamed, tears filled her eyes and she took a deep breath, edging back from him. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” She’d given no thought to him, only herself.

  He released her hips and she averted her gaze to stare out over the water and the falls, as she desperately tried to come to grips with her situation. “How is all this possible?”

  “Mysteria Falls’ hot springs, a lot of ingenuity, and a little magic.” He said the last in a wry sort of tone that had her glancing back at him.

  He was looking at her as if puzzled, but her pain at having to walk away into anorgasmia was too great to not try and figure out what he found so odd. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you, Dr. Zinclair.”

  “OZZ,” he said. “I go by my initials.”

  She laughed sadly. “So you’re the wizard?”

  “That’s right.”

  She reached for the handle of her bag where Yodo hid. “And Dorothea is going home to Kansas.”

  He caught her hand. “That’s it? You’re willing to walk away from your heart’s desire after coming here?”

  “I’ve no right to assuage my pain by inflicting pain on others. Besides, from the looks of your back, you’ve suffered enough. What happened?”

  “A curse I’m powerless to avoid,” he said, softly, running his finger across her palm and then up her arm. “Take off your dress, Dorothy. I’ll take you to OZZ.”

  She gasped from the pleasure and the tenderness in his touch. “Dorothea,” she said. “Thea.” She meant to ask him what he meant by a curse, but forgot as his hands splayed over her bare skin.

  “Dorothea,” he whispered in her ear. Spreading fire with his touch, he slid his hands to the nape of her neck and pulled the tie of her halter loose. The damp silk fell away, exposing her breasts. Her nipples tightened, this time just from the intensity of his gaze as he looked at her. He moved behind her and a shiver followed the path her zipper took down her spine. When she stepped from the puddle of her red dress, she wore only her red lace thong.

  “Come with me,” he said gruffly. Taking her hand, he led her into the water that seemed cool and warm at the same time as it swirled around her legs and lapped at her skin. Reaching the waterfall she’d first seen him under, he patted a large flat rock that was about hip high to him. “Climb up here and sit on the edge facing me.”

  She gave him a questioning look, yet did as he asked, surprised to feel that the rock wasn’t rock, but some soft, spongy foam. Once settled, she met his gaze. The now what? on the edge of her tongue disappeared as he slid between her legs and kissed her, his tongue gaining entry into her mouth as his arousal pressed intimately against her lace covered sex.

  The moment she shut her eyes, the fireworks and heat disappeared as a familiar numbness and a killing anxiety raced through her. She froze.

  “Open your eyes, Dorothea. Don’t close them again. To get to where you want to go, you have to fill yourself with me. The sight of me pleasuring you and you pleasuring me, the feel of me touching you and you touching me; the taste of me on your tongue and the taste of you on mine, the smell of me in your soul and the scent of you burned into mine. I’m the drug you need to drink, eat, and inhale.”

  He kissed her again and she kept her eyes open, at first gazing at the mesmerizing passion in his eyes then watching his hands palm her breasts, kneading them to ac
hing points that his mouth covered and sucked. She filled her hands with the silk of his hair, the slick feel of his skin, and the supple heat of his flexing muscles as he lifted her bottom and slid off her thong.

  He bent down and kissed her. Then running his tongue down her stomach, he hooked her knees over his shoulders and stood, bringing her sex to his mouth. She fell back and stared at him as his searing mouth and tongue lashed her sex. The blood rushed to her head and roared in her ears. She shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, growing stronger and stronger.

  On fire, her hips arched to him, and her eyes fell shut as she strained for a climax. Suddenly the pleasure stopped. She remembered her condoms were back on the beach in her purse, and a thousand other thoughts intruded.

  “Watch me, Dorothea,” he demanded. She opened her eyes, and he slid her knees from his shoulders to open her knees as far apart as possible, pinning her hips to the foam. He sucked hard on her sex and, reaching up with his hot hands, he plucked her nipples in tandem to his stroking tongue.

  The coiling tension began to build inside of her and spread, catching her pulse and her breath, rushing them forward, leaving her gasping and writhing and more on edge than she’d ever been before.

  “Please,” she cried, reaching for him. “I need—”

  “All of me?” He stood and handed her a condom. She gasped and took the condom from him. “Where did that come from?”

  “Magic,” he said.

  She glanced around to see where he could have a box stashed, but he slid his finger up her thigh and along the groove of her sex to flick at the swollen spot that throbbed to feel more and she abandoned her search.

  He was beautiful in a dark, rough, majestic way; intense eyes, shadowed jaw, determined brow and nose, jutting, demanding erection. He was so purely masculine that he made her feel utterly female.

  Breaking open the condom, she ran her hand down the rippled muscles of his stomach, feeling his abs clench beneath her fingers. Before she put it on him, she met his gaze, lifting her mouth to his and kissing him softly, thankfully, tenderly. This was more than just about her pleasure. This was about him, too.

  Pressing him back, she slid her hands over his shoulders and the flat disks of his pecs, enjoying the dark, silky hair smattering his chest and tapering down his stomach. The ridges of scars on his back, gave her pause, and she pressed her hand against them. “I’m sorry for your pain,” she whispered then she kissed the tip of his erection.

  He groaned as she cupped his heated sex in her hands and sucked his hard shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his sensitive tip and took him as deep as she could. His body shuddered and his racing pulse throbbed beneath her hands as she squeezed his satin and steel erection. She wanted to pleasure and excite him as much as he had her.

  He pulled her up, kissing her deeply, more searchingly than before, as if he were now trying to connect with her soul. Then he eased the condom from her fingers and covered himself. Sliding her hips to the edge of the foam rock, he opened her with his fingers and drove inside, filling her completely. She tensed, suddenly afraid that what she wanted wouldn’t happen.

  “Don’t close your eyes, Dorothea. Watch the pleasure. Yours and mine.” He pushed her back and hooked her knees behind his hips. Moving slowly, he eased almost, but not quite out of her and pressed slowly in, again and again as he flicked his finger over the tender hot spot of her sex. The coil of tension inside her curled tighter and tighter, sending her heart racing and stealing her breath.

  His gaze met and held hers. “Come with me. Let yourself go. Free your body, mind and soul to feel nothing but the hot pleasure burning through us both.”

  His deep voice vibrated through her as if he entered her mind, taking away every thought but her need and the feel of him inside her. He drove into her, harder and harder and nothing mattered but what she felt with him. Her hips met his thrust for thrust, faster and faster as a whirlwind of passion spun her around and around. Her toes curled, her muscles clenched and—

  “Now!” he demanded, driving deeper than ever before.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, her body shuddering with the orgasm that erupted through her.

  “More,” he said thrusting again, driving another fissure of pleasure into her heart. Moving his other hand to her breast, he pulled gently on her nipple and sent her skyrocketing higher.

  “Oh yes,” she screamed, as white-hot pleasure seared her soul.

  His body shuddered forcefully against hers and he fell forward, bracing his weight at her sides and resting his head against her chest. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, though he was closer to her than anyone had ever been. Then his body tensed, jerked, and he exhaled forcefully as if in great pain. In fact, Dorothea could feel the pain ripping though him into her.

  “What’s wrong? What happened?” she cried. “I feel your pain. Did I hurt you?”

  He lifted his head, surprise and deep pain in his eyes. His arms trembled at her sides. “What do you mean? Do you feel my pain?”

  “You’re hurting. I feel a burning pain inside me almost as great as the pleasure.”

  He rose up and pulled himself from her body, leaving her bereft, taking both the pleasure and the pain. “You must go now.” He braced an arm against the rock as if needing help to stand. The color had washed from his face.

  She sat up, and on shaky knees, eased into the soothing pool of water, turning to him with her hands on her hips. “No. Not until you tell me the truth. Not until I know how I hurt you. I’m not blind and something has hurt you.”

  He stared at her for a long moment, then reached out and brushed a shaky finger down her cheek. “You are different.” He smiled sadly. “I can never experience pleasure without pain. The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain. My pleasure with you was greater than ever before.”

  Dorothea shook her head, not wanting to believe him.

  “How? Why?”

  He snapped his fingers and a soft robe appeared in his hand. “I’m a real wizard, and it is a curse from the realm of magic. It has nothing to do with you or anything you did.”

  She took the robe and tossed it on the rock, amazed and still unsure if she believed in magic, but she wasn’t going to be distracted from his pain. Then it hit her, an emotion deep and strong, gripped her, squeezing into her heart. “You knew this before, yet you still...made love to me.”

  It was then that she saw the red discoloration in the water behind him. “Turn around.”

  “Dorothea, it doesn’t matter. You got what you came here for, now just go.”

  “No.” Pulling on his arm, she slid around to see his back. A fresh, deep laceration crossed from shoulder to shoulder. She gasped, tears filling her eyes. “How long has this been happening to you?”

  “All of my life.”

  Moving to face him, she cupped his rough cheeks in her hands and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Is there a way to break the curse?”

  He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight. “Not that I have found. I’ve learned to live alone and minimize my pleasure.”

  “I live alone and had no pleasure,” she said, pressing closer to him then plunged headlong into the emotion filling her. Her whole life seemed to zero in to this moment. “Can I be your pleasure and share your pain?”

  “Why? Because there is magic in my touch?”

  “No, because there is magic in what I feel for you after just so short a time. I’ve had everything in life except for real love. If there is a chance that something can grow from this, I can’t walk away no matter how great the pain.”

  Groaning and leaning down, he kissed her deeply, as if searching through to her soul. Careful not to hurt him more, she wrapped her arms around his waist, responding with her heart. Heat, pleasure, and his arousal grew between them.

  She pulled back. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

  He smiled. “I’ll live. Pleasure with you was worth the lash of pain.” />
  “Then let me make love to you this time.” She patted the foam rock. “Climb up here.”

  “I’ve always been in the driver’s seat.”

  “Then maybe it’s time to let someone else take the wheel.” He lifted a questioning brow, but did as she asked. As he lay back upon the foam, he snapped his fingers and produced a condom.

  She’d seen enough to know OZZ was no ordinary man, but the snap of a finger trick still sent her mind reeling. She grabbed the condom, but set it aside for now.

  First she wanted to pleasure him every way possible. Whispering in his ear everything she planned to do before she did it, she explored him everywhere. With her fingers, her lips, her tongue, everywhere, she left no part of him untouched and unloved. She teased and caressed until he was the one writhing with need and begging to be mounted. She slowly slid on the condom and straddled him, guiding him deep inside her. As she rocked against him, sliding up and down on his erection, she felt a magical aura surround them. Her pleasure climbed to dizzying heights.

  OZZ grasped her hips and cried out her name, urging her to take more and more of him. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and whipped through him, so intense that nothing but the feel of him and her need of him existed.

  Her orgasm came as he climaxed and arched his back, thrusting all the way to her soul. She cried out and shuddered as her mind, body, and spirit soared into a universe of stars.

  The moment the pleasure ebbed, the pain struck. She felt as if the heaven she’d just reached had slapped her. OZZ groaned and tried to shove her off of him.

  She clung to him. “No. I’ll share your pain.”

  He groaned, pulling her closer to him as tears filled his eyes. “God help me, but I cannot deny you. I need you.”