Hedoni (Erotic Short Story)

The Forest Nymph

It was well known that the Silent Woods was a place where forest nymphs could teach you all kinds of naughty things. The forest nymphs were said to be slender human-looking creatures, soft and cool to the touch. Their skin was of pale emerald in color, bursting with lust. Such tales Lira remembered as she gazed out the window of her cabin and looked on dreamily to the Silent Woods spread over the horizon, among which lay a path that was to bring her wizard lover home. Home... or so she thought. Wizards could never stay in one place for long, they may only return, but never to permanently stay. But this was his home, Lira thought. Oackloof was the beginning of Balar the Enchanter, the village of his birth whose plants and trees and flowers made him the best potion maker, the master of his field. Lira sighed, thinking fondly of the memory of her playtime in his garden when she was little and he only an apprentice. Balar the master of potions, she thought to herself, Balar the man who made her a woman on her coming of age, Balar the love of her life. As she sat by her window yearning for him the memory of the story she grew up with stirred within her. Perhaps the nymphs could be of assistance, she thought to herself humorously but in a few moments the thought grew stronger and more serious until she set her mind to go into the forest the next day.

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It was a fine day for walking. Lira threw the cloak over her shoulder and held the fruitcake in her hands protectively. She steered away from the safe path through the forest and forced herself to be lost among the trees. At the spot that seemed most green and thickest with trees, she stopped and sat down. Nymphs were sweet-toothed, she remembered, and would only come to you if you had something to offer. A fruitcake was wise in her opinion, so she placed the dessert on a rock and sat opposite it, waiting. 

The afternoon sun rose high over the trees and Lira, in a wave of heat, removed her cloak and opened the front of her dress. She tied her hair in a braid and exposed her cleavage to the forest air. She closed her eyes and breathed, listening to the birds. Her boots came off next, and Lira walked around barefoot in an attempt to cool her body. She paced a few steps upon hearing water and found a narrow stream with a weak current. Relieved, Lira lifted her dress and dipped her feet in the cool water. Such sweet delight! she sighed, and sat by the edge and washed herself, the water against her face, trailing down her neck. She looked around her in stealth, and upon seeing no one, untied the rest of the corset of her dress. She tugged her shoulders out and slid the dress off her, lowering it to her waist. With her hair to one side she cupped some water in her hands and splashed it over her breasts and shoulders. The cool water slid down her back in heavy drops. Closing her eyes again she began to massage her shoulders, scooping more water and doing the same with her firm breasts. Her nipples hardened at the touch with the water, and hardened even more as Lira pinched them. Her loins began to stir. With a shy smile to herself, Lira squirmed in her seating position, already toying with the idea of taking the rest of her dress off when...

A twig broke behind her.

Covering her chest, Lira turned around sharply to see a green creature, a being similar to a young woman of her own age, crouching on the grass with the long forgotten fruitcake held in one hand, the other eating small pieces from it. "Very good cake," the creature lullabied delightfully and licked its fingers thoroughly. 

Lira bowed her head slowly to the forest nymph. "I am very happy it is to your liking," In her shock, feeling so vulnerable , Lira remained frozen on the grass, her arms covering her chest, not daring to move. She had heard forest nymphs were beautiful creatures, but not this beautiful!  Smiling, the nymph placed the cake on the ground next to her with ease and rose gracefully. Lira pressed her lips together to not gape as the nymph walked towards her, her long thick green locks, embroidered with leaves, falling over her shoulders, just barely covering her bare breasts. Her figure, curvy and fit, swayed with every step. The grass seemed to regrow at her small feet, blossoming baby flowers. The nymph knelt by the shy girl and with a long thin finger, removed a loose lock of wavy hair that fell against Lira's cheek.