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The Forest Nymph The hunter paced silently through the forest, his bow held at a low ready. The sunlight that pierced the thick canopy was tinted a faint green, and a pale smoky mist collected around the forest floor. The hunter stood a proud 6’4”, and was nude but for his quiver and a small animal skin bag. His powerful lean frame attested to his hunting prowess; his muscles stood like knotted ropes, earned by a lifetime of chasing his meals. He had lost count of his age; his kind did not grow old as humans, only growing stronger with the passage of time. His thick, heavy cock hung between his legs, its skin smooth and firm. His body held no shame, and he was seeking prey. The ground was carpeted with undergrowth, and the enormous ancient trees stood well spaced apart, their trunks gnarled with age. The place had the feeling of a cathedral, with its high ceiling of green leaves help up by immense pillars. Somewhere close by a brook bubbled. There was little noise except insects and birds high above. He continued on, totally focused on the task ahead. Apart from the occasional glimpses of deer in the hazy mist, there was little to get excited about. A cool breeze caressed his naked skin, reminding him of his powerful, masculine nudity. The stroking touch of the wind caused his genitals to twitch. Perhaps he would find a girl from the villages today. They would often stray farther than was safe into the woods, ignoring or perhaps inviting the dangers that lurked this far in. Their tight, unspoiled bodies and fresh, innocent faces made abstaining from masturbation worth it; he enjoyed the full feeling in his balls, as well as unloading a month or twos’ worth of seed. They deliberately tried to find him; he was something of a local legend. He eventually came upon a clearing, where the undergrowth intensified into a lush meadow. The air was filled with the heady perfume of nectar and pollen, as well as the faint buzzing of insects. It was a tiny microcosm of Utopia. It was then that he heard a twig snap behind him, accompanied by a feminine gasp. Whirling around, bow at the ready; he was not prepared for the sight that stood, shaking, before him. Five paces from him, just before the tree line, stood a Nymph. She was stunningly beautiful, and he was immediately filled with a carnal hunger. Nymphs are normally skittish creatures, existing mainly in legends and embellished travelers stories. If you were lucky, they could be seen in places of natural wonder, like waterfalls, shallow caves or clearings. Either alone or in groups, they could be seen braiding flowers into each others hair, bathing in natural pools, simply standing among herds of deer and other scenes of classical beauty. They could disappear totally. They looked youthful, but were often hundreds of years old. When they came into heat, their behaviour changed totally. They became extremely curious, and were drawn to campfires at night. They would pleasure themselves endlessly, filling the still forest air with orgiastic moans. If no males could be found, they would writhe against one another, grinding, biting, teasing and kissing. It was truly a sight to behold; their perfect bodies producing girlish sighs and giggles of shuddering delight. These Ankara bayan escort courtship displays could last for hours, seeking a release from the thirst that their companion’s bodies only seemed to heighten.  The only nourishment Nymphs sort out was semen. The common folk told cautionary tales of young men being drawn into the forest and never seen again, devoured by the Sirens of the forest. In reality they would simply suck the young men dry, leaving them utterly exhausted and vulnerable to wolves and exposure. A Nymphs bodily secretions were powerful aphrodisiacs, simply their pheromones brought the blood flowing.  The Nymph that stood shivering before him was around 5’3”. She had long, dirty blond hair that tumbled down around her lower back and shoulders, some of which was pulled back into a rough pony tail. It was interwoven with leaves and small flowers, and small braids at her temples were wrapped around her head. Her high, defined cheekbones complimented her full, pouty lips. She ran her tongue over them, lightly chewing the lower. She stared at him with large, watery eyes. Glassy, dark orbs, fluttering as she fixed him with her piercing gaze. A pair of doe ears flickered in place of the normal equivalent; it was the only real indication that she was not human. The fire in his lower abdomen began to stir. A slender neck led to a toned, athletic frame. her body was flushed with her burning arousal. A subtle layer of puppy fat accentuated her feminine curves. It smoothed out all the right places, underlining her silky legs and hips. His eyes slid down her exquisite hourglass figure. Her skin was perfectly creamy and inviting. He wanted her. He was going to have her. Her breasts stood free, an easy handful with small perky, erect nipples. They rose and fell with her slow breathing. Her tiny, bald pussy stood as two perfect, puffy mounds. It looked utterly delicious.  Her hand wandered down and began to circle her swollen clitoris. The other crept up her neck to her mouth, where she slowly began to suck on her index finger, taking it slowly in and out. She swirled her tongue in time to rubbing of her clit. He took a step towards her, then another. He didn’t want to scare her away. They stood together, inches apart. He could hear her faint gasping as she drank in the sight of his nude body. She liked what she saw. He placed his hands on her hips, kneading her firm flesh. She was his now, firmly in his grasp. He was going to enjoy this. She took her hands away from herself, and began gently tracing down his abs, stroking his Adonis belt. Her fingertips traced a snaking pattern down his shaft, before grasping the underside, feeling the weight of his swelling cock. It was semi-erect, hanging down in her hand at its full length and girth, though not yet hard. She glanced up at him, biting her lip, hard. “Fuck me.” The sultry voice rang loud in his head. He blinked, not quite believing what he was hearing. Her mouth stayed closed, her dirty thoughts were invading his mind, echoing in his skull. The juice from her fingers traced a silvery snail trail from his bellybutton to the tip of his cock. “You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he said. Now it was Escort bayan Ankara his turn. He slid his palms up from her waist, taking the opportunity to caress her fine, teen breasts. He ran his fingers along her throat, stroking her ears and shifting her hair behind them. “On your knees,” he commanded. He wasn’t asking. He pushed down on her shoulders until she was kneeling before him. The sight of his cock compared to her angelic face was indescribable. She blinked innocently up at him. Her hands cupped his heavy balls and the base of his penis, and she began to delicately kiss his entire length. He smirked that her fingers couldn’t fully close around him. “Will it fit? It’s really thick.” He was about to answer, but was interrupted by her soft lips moving up to his tip, where they lingered for a moment. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair as she swirled around his head. This teasing continued for a minute or two; she ran up and down, starting with his balls and moving slowly up. His cock was throbbing. It had swollen to its full 8 inch length with 7 inch girth, its tip dark with blood. His veins pulsed. He hung to his inner reserves of endurance, knowing the best was yet to come. He took control. Grasping her head, he began to push her down onto his dick. She swiveled her head, her lips stretching around his girth. The warm, wet pressure on his cock was exquisite. She sucked on him, her cheeks drawn in, as though he was feeding her. She treated his cock as a teat. She took more and more of his length. He was appreciating her skills; she appeared to have no gag reflex. She swallowed his masculinity, taking it all into her throat. As she pushed down, she winked at him, her eyes maintaining eye contact. The tip of her tongue tickled his balls before sliding back. The swallowing and flexing of her throat sent waves of pleasure up his spine. She allowed him in, then sucked as he withdrew, building up a blissful, perfect rhythm. He shone with her saliva. “I won’t stop until you give it to me! I want to swallow your cum.” With that, she began to increase the speed of her bobbing. He tilted his head back, the borders of his vision growing white. She was really going for it. She was sliding her head down his whole length, sucking hard. Just as he was about to explode, she withdrew, his cock popping out of her mouth. “If you can catch me, you can have me…” He stared in disbelief as his prize stood up and walked away with a swing of her hips. Her tight, firm looking ass was round, but remained in proportion with the rest of her body. It flowed naturally from her narrow waist, complete with perfect Dimples of Venus. The peachy globes stood slightly apart, revealing her delicate pink asshole and her soft, precious lips. The sight taunted him. She scampered off into the trees. It was all he could do to shake the fog from his mind and follow her. He felt his wits returning to him as he pursued his quarry. She was everywhere and nowhere at once, forever disappearing out of sight behind trunks and foliage. He should have known. If there was one thing that Nymphs loved more than semen, it was being a massive cock-tease. If he let her get away, she would haunt Bayan escort Ankara him for hours, distracting him with her probing voice and fleeting glances. For now she was content to stay just out of reach. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me? Don’t you want my pussy? Can’t run with that big hard cock can you?” She dodged his grasping hands. The thick undergrowth dragged at his legs, all motions of stealth cast aside. She remained forever two steps ahead, matching his speed precisely. Little did she know he was feigning fatigue. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. She turned, and in a moment he leapt forward, slipping his broad hands around her waist. She gasped at the feeling of his body pressing against hers. He pulled her close, into his arms. His lips moved immediately to her neck and shoulders, enjoying the taste of her skin. Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth formed a cute “O” as his thick cock slid between her cheeks, pressed between them. She arched her back, grinding her ass into him as they kissed. “That wasn’t fair, you weren’t supposed to catch me…” He spun her around, pressing her body against his. She had straddled his penis, gripping it with her thighs. Now it was her turn to wander with her hands. She traced his chest, his obliques, his thighs with her fingertips. He could feel her mental presence in his head. She was trying to manipulate him. She gazed, probing into his mind, fluttering her eyelashes as she asked: “So you’ll fuck me then? Or will you let me go?” He couldn’t believe it; she really thought he would let her go. “So you can give me the world’s worst case of blue-balls? Fuck that,” he said. And with that, he took her hands in his, and lay down between her legs. He had a spectacular view as she looked down at him, a confused look on her face. It didn’t last long. He pulled her down onto her knees for a second time. She was straddling his broad chest, and he could feel her heat on his skin. He pulled her hips forward until she hovered above his face. He could see her chest rising and falling as his kisses traced her inner thigh. The feeling of her skin was indescribable. He pulled her down further, his tongue running up and down just to the left of her pussy. It had parted slightly, and he could see the delicate pink inner labia glisten with wetness. She braced her hands on his shoulders, and began to slowly grind. She was starting to simmer. A faint sight escaped her lips. He broke the spell with a slow, broad lick of his tongue across the entire length of her vulva. He grabbed her ass as he spread her lips wide open. Her odorless sweat was intoxicating, but her yoni was something else. It had a bitter-sweet peachy taste. He drew his tongue in circles around her clit, teasing it out of its tiny hood. He kissed it, sucking lightly as he traced his tip over it. Her breathing was coming faster now. He suddenly stopped, giving one last lick before returning to kissing her thighs. “Please don’t stop!” “I’m sorry, what was that?” “Please,” she sighed, “Lick my clit again!” “I can’t hear you!” With that she groaned, grinding his face as her back arched. He went back to licking, taking his time to work her up. He wanted a rolling boil before it got interesting. He lazily flicked an S across her pussy, before returning to the relentless attack on her clit. He repeated this cycle twice more, edging her towards a cliff before pulling her back. She was wild now, bucking and shuddering as unreleased tension wracked her body. Her juices were running down her thighs.

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