Wood Nymph

Growing up in a small village at the edge of the world definitely has it's disadvantages. Raids from the mountain clans of orcs and being hunted by the ancient grey bears of the north usually means a short existence. Of course Vernick had never seen any of the great bears or even an orc for that matter. He had seen the black elk though. Once, even saw a blink cat, but no one believed him. His best friend Krage tried to sucker him into believing he'd seen a wood nymph, but he wasn't so stupid to believe that old fairy tale. Wood nymphs were these half naked women who ran around the Old Forest that if you ever did manage to catch one would become your wood wife. They would supposedly satisfy your every wish. Every young man at one time or another had tried to find these legendary creatures, and every woman would berate their lusty sons when they would come home, telling them to settle down with a normal wife and raise a family. 

"You've got to believe me! They are even more beautiful than the stories." Krage insisted after telling him where in the Old Forest he'd been. Shaking his head, Vernick said, "I have to work today anyways. The armor smith is offering me a job as an apprentice and I can't miss it."

"I guess I'll have to prove it then," said Krage with one of his trademark mischevious grins. "Give me a week, and I'll bring her to you to prove it." 
"I'll bet you a whole silver that you don't!" Vernick retorted. Krage nodded, "You're on!" 

The day passed quickly, although it was a hard hard day of billows and forges and endless hammering. Being blessed with good stamina and strong corded muscles made Vernick an obvious choice for apprentice. The only problem was that all he was doing was working with old plate mail. Town soldiers who drank more than they worked paid for it with silver and copper coins. "What I wouldn't give to work on some real armor." Only dwarves seemed to make real armor though. On a trip, Vernick had once seen a suit of dwarven armor on a trip to 2 Lakes Town, the nearest real city, but it was a week long trip, and that was ahorse. Just that one glimpse was enough to make him want to someday be a master armorer.

Day followed day, and by the end of the week, his arms and shoulders ached from all the work he'd done. Exhausted, he decided to splurge and go to the Brown Tree Inn and treat himself to a real ale. Dellana served him and said, "Hard w'rkin at the smithy?" She was married of course, but that didn't stop her from flirting with all of the customers at the inn. Nodding, he sipped at his ale. She traced a finger across his neck as she whispered behind him, "Nother month or two at that job and I'll hardly be able to control miself." 

Blushing, Vernick tried to just focus on his ale. Her breasts and hips swayed as she walked back to the counter with her easy confidence. Later that night, as he walked home, he noticed a few other local ladies glancing more in his direction than he'd seen in years past. It wasn't until he was almost asleep that he'd remembered Krage. "Oh, he'll probably show up tomorrow. He just doesn't want to pay up on his bet." 

The next day came and went and so did the next. Although Vernick was pounding away at his hammer and forge, worry started building up in his mind. A fortnight passed since he'd seen his friend and now he knew something wasn't right. But work was good and he couldn't just leave. Good jobs were hard to come by. One day, though, when he showed up, none of the forge fires were lit. He found Kergen hitching up his horse and wagon. "Off to get some more supplies. Fast as you pound through my damned metal, I need to get sumthin better for you to werk on." Although it sounded like a curse, the old man was secretly proud of his new apprentice. "Matt'r o' fact, might just surprise you with a new hamm'r o' yer own." 

Knowing he would win the bet with Krage, Vernick handed over his own small purse. "It's not much, but I'd like you to get me enough metal to make a helmet or something." Shaking the bag and knowing how much copper and silver there was by the jingle, the old man laughed. "Not hardly 'nuff to buy nuthin." After a long pause, he finally grinned and said, "But I'll see what I kin find. Might be a week er more afore I git back. Don't go messin with my forge while I'm gone!" 
"Then I'll see you in a week!" and with that, he was off to pack some food and supplies to go looking for his lost friend. 

Three days was all it took to get to the place where Krage had told him to look. There were old trees everywhere, most of them taller than any building he'd ever seen, even in 2 Lakes Town. Some had bright golden leaves. Others had pale green leaves, but most were a rich dark green. There was something eerie about the place though, as if all the trees were watching him. There were also strange sounds, as if the trees talked back and forth, but you couldn't quite make out the words. There were stories about people going into this dark forest and never coming back out. Just as his fears started to build up in his mind, he thought he heard something. Laughing? Listening, he tried to make out the direction the sound was coming from. He started making his way through the white barked trunks of trees when he thought he saw something. It just seemed to be at the edge of his vision, but he could swear he saw a girl running. 

Dropping his pack next to a tree, he started to run. This time, he for sure saw a girl. Pale white skin and fire red hair. He saw that she was not alone. Giggling back and forth, they ran through the forest. There were at least 5 or 6 of them. One had blond hair and the others seemed to have green hair. One of them turned around and shrieked. They saw the muscular young man running after them, which sent them all a giggling and running in different directions. Not able to chase them all, Vernick focused on the red haired one. She seemed to be considerably faster than the others, but he slowly seemed to be gaining on her. Unlike the stories of them being half naked, these were all completely nude! Racing after her, he was amazed by her agility and grace as she leaped over logs and roots, while seeming to always be watching behind her. Her breasts were larger than he thought a girl could be and still run that fast. Her thighs were perfect. She made every girl he'd grown up with seem homely by comparison. Bouncing along, he couldn't help himself but be completely turned on by this sexy little nymph. It was making running difficult though. She burst out from the forest's edge and kept running. She made it past a small stream, but having less obstacles to avoid, Vernick started making serious strides in catching her. There was only a few small trees out here, but nothing for her to hide behind. She was only a few yards in front of him, but gave no indication that she was at all afraid. She seemed to be enjoying the game. He also noticed that she was not running as fast as she had been. Passing a small sapling with bright yellow leaves, she ran just a few more yards before he caught her. She looked around and after sitting down by the edge of a stream just smiling at him. She was shorter than most girls he knew, but she was also perfectly full figured. Pale white breasts topped by a perfect pink nipple on each one. This wood nymph seemed to want to be caught by such a strong young man. Standing back, he just watched her perfect little body. Suddenly he felt more horny than he'd ever felt in his life. She seemed to detect the smoulder in his eyes and stood up. Her own eyes seemed to glow like fire as she walked slowly up to him. Her thighs were smooth and sexy and her skin was without defect. 

Both of them worked hastily and hungrily to get his clothes off and she said in her sing song little voice, "Make me strong..." Vernick couldn't believe what was happening. As his thick long cock came out of his breeches her little eyes lit up. Her hands slid over his hard lean body and she climbed up onto him. He held her up easily as she spread her thighs. Feeling her little legs lock around his waist, he felt her slowly sink down onto his cock. She was tight, but wet and ready to fuck. He felt her maidenhead and just as she bit her lip, he couldn't help himself. Pumping down on her hips with his strong hands, he popped through her little cherry while she raked his back with her little finger nails. She squealed and giggled and bounced up and down on his cock, her heavy breasts slamming down around his face and chest. He dropped down to his knees and turned her over. She didn't seem to understand until he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. She giggled and felt him penetrate her from behind. He pounded away at her while her full breasts swayed forward and backward. He knew he was going to cum, but at the last minute didn't know if wood nymphs could get pregnant. He pulled out and blew his wad all over her back. She squealed and turned around obviously unhappy. Pushing him onto his back, she mounted him. Her voice was not so nice, but still had the sing song quality to it. "Make me strong, or I will not be yours." Nodding, and still very hard, he lay back, looking up at his new red haired sexy wood nymph. Nothing behind her but blue sky and the watching sun. She spread her sexy thighs and started sliding up and down on his long glistening wet cock. Soon she was moaning and swaying back and forth. Her breasts were hypnotic, as she continued bouncing and grinding over his long hard cock as if she wanted nothing more than to please him. Soon he was also moaning, which seemed to excite her even more. His hands covered her breasts while she ground away with her sopping wet pussy. He could feel another wave coming and so was hers. Her pink heavy nipples jumped up and down as she rode his cock hard and fast. "Who cares if they can get pregnant," he thought. Bracing his hands behind him, he started fucking in earnest, bouncing her up and down harder and harder. She got that hunger in her eyes again and squealed in her sing song voice, "Fuck me... Harder... Make Me Strong!" With her arms in the air, she rode and rode him until he couldn't stand it. Shooting wave after wave of hot thick cum, he penetrated her deeper than ever as she shuddered and screamed on his cock. 

He held onto her, while her arms spread wide toward the sky. Soon he felt rooted in her wet pussy as she pinned him almost painfully to the earth. He was still hard inside of her when he felt pressure on his legs. Looking down, he saw that her thighs were shooting down roots into the soft moist soil. He tried to squeeze her tighter, but she just held him against her breasts and kept reaching up up up... He felt himself being wrapped up and in a panic, he tried to break free, but he was pressed firmly against her by new branches. The more he struggled, the tighter she gripped him. He fought even harder as he felt roots bore through his hardened muscles and penetrate him. Everywhere she was gripping him and holding him in place. He felt his strength being sucked out of him in ways he hadn't even imagined. Still she reached for the sky. His last thought was of his friend Krage and the horrible fate that must have been his.

There was darkness and then something new. An awakening. He could suddenly see in all directions. He was taller than life, looking out over the meadow. Feeling the wind through his branches, he felt alone, but not. She was there with him. He must be at least 12 feet high! Looking close by, there was another sapling, though not as tall and straight as he was. Words seemed to float in from his branches. "Welcome to the Living Forest, called Old by you..." It was the old large trees! Exploring himself, he found that he had pale white flawless bark and red leaves, just like... the wood nymph. "You now live in sunshine with water beneath your feet. She picked a good place for you to catch her. Know that only a few can catch the red ones... Your friend caught an almost equally rare blonde one." 
Branches shivered a little and he felt a voice coming from the pale golden leafed sapling. It was in a strange language with a familiar laugh, "You owe me a silver."