Omgggg love the idea of a water nymph reader and Price who swats at her like a bug LMAO. Annoyed to no end by the little thing hmm…
Cw: just a little fingering tehe. Got carried away and how could I not when it’s Price? Maybe a little degradation. This isn’t smut, it wasn’t supposed to turn into smut. But again I can’t help myself around this man
It starts when him and his team are sent off into the forest to try and get rid of something that’s been plaguing the local village. A cyclops, or maybe a basilisk or gorgon. Regardless, they send in the troops, scattering through the forest to try and locate it. They search for hours, coming up empty handed. It frustrates them all to no end- but at least they know it’s not a banshee.
Price stops at a watering hole, taking a short breather to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face. He’s pissed. Patience cut short after not even baking able to find the creature for so long. He squats down next to the water, rocks sinking into the rugged soles of his boots. His mood isn’t made any better by the harsh sun, beating down even through the thick canopy of the trees. It creates a greenhouse, just humid enough to irritate his bones and make him feel somehow even more achey than he usually is. All it takes is one moment of lost focus.
You damn near scare the piss out of him when he sees your eyes lookin’ at him from under the water. You got that blue-eyed stare, baby. Popping just your eyes out of the water- loose water lilies and foxglove getting caught in your hair. Your unblinking eyes are trained on him, and frankly, it’s creepin’ him out, sweetheart. He doesn’t think much of it. Water nymphs aren’t typically agressive, so he takes it as a sign that he should probably be on his way.
Except… you follow him. Hiding behind trees poorly. He knows you’re following him, you dense little thing. Your eyes are so wide, and you still haven’t said anything to him. Getting a little too close for his comfort as he grunts, radioing in occasionally to report still no progress on the entity.
You flit around him like an annoying little bug after that, still not saying anything, but your big ol’ doe eyes trained on the buttons on his uniform, his dog tags, his gun, his helmet- every part of him so so shiny, glinting in the light. He brushes your hand away whenever you try and reach, and you both grow increasingly frustrated until you huff at him, and start tugging him into the treeline.
He’s just about had it by now- the grumpy old man grunting obscenities at you as you continue to drag him along. He’s letting you though, too emotionally exhausted to really put up that much of a fight. Or nearly pisses you off more- just because water nymphs aren’t typically agressive doesn’t mean you can’t kick his ass! (You can’t. He’s like twice your size, babes.)
Then, you deposit him right in front of the thing his team was hunting. You tap your foot on the ground, looking up at him with a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes as he radios it in, mood immediately fixed. You snag one of his dogtags as your prize, flitting just out of his reach before he can try and stop you. He grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose while he waits for backup and decides he can just get another one.
Unfortunately for him, you’re spurred on by his acceptance of defeat. Approaching him cautiously like a stray cat, eyes trained on him as you reach for one of his buttons. You really only want the shiny metal, but he hasn’t quite put that bit together yet. So when you start unbuttoning his shirt, he’s confused to say the least- trying to brush your hands away.
“Reward.” Is what you mutter, indignant, as you scowl slightly. Still pissed by the way he cursed at you and brushed you off. He takes this.. the entirely wrong way, a short huff escaping him from amusement. He’s taking your hands and pinning you to the nearest tree, face too close to yours.
“Reward, sweet’eart? Is that what y’want?”
All bets are off after that. Thankfully his team can take care of the cyclops (or gorgon, or basilisk) on their own. He’s too busy with you as you squirm on his fingers, mocking you about the reward you earned as he pumps his fingers in and out of your needy pussy. He’s still irritated, though. But that doesn’t mean he won’t be coming back.
