The Nymph's Glade

The Nymph\'s Glade

Charen crept through the darkness of the forest, moving between the shimmering shafts of sunlight, his body tense. He had left the battle far behind, separated from his men during a hard melee, wandering into the forest depths. Lost, and worried for his men, he had heard the lilting voice moments after entering. The caress of the music made him breath deeper, a strange feeling of passion sweeping through his entire body, making him shiver from head to toe.
He continued to move through the trees, discarding the remnants of war, his sword, his armour, leaving them to die of age in the dark, moistness of the forest floor. Up ahead, he could sense the owner of the voice. He could hear the cascade of water, rippling over a gentle fall. His pace quickened, the anticipation growing, his passion enflamed by the silky voice singing only to him.
As he stepped past a tree, the forest changed. He had entered a clearing, a small, lush meadow of soft grass. To his left was the waterfall he had heard, a quiet, babbling tumble of water into a small pool below. His eyes were drawn to that pool and the woman that bathed there. He watched in awe as she broke the surface of the water, her mouth open, the beauty of her song echoing through the air. His eyes remained unblinking as the water rippled across her body, tracing tiny rivulets down her naked skin, over her erect nipples, standing proud from the coolness of the water. Her flesh was as smooth as cream, and the same colour. A mane of fiery red hair was pushed back from her face. She used her hands to gently twine her hair into a long tail down her back, water running down from its tip over the tiny crack visible at the top of her pert bum as she stood in the pool.
Charen sank to his knees, his heart pounding at this beauty of the forest. He watched in quiet wonder as she walked from the pool, the last of the water running down her body, dripping from the clean-shaven mound between her legs.
\"Who disturbs me in my glade?\" she said, standing with her legs apart, hands on her full hips.
Charen tried to speak, but words would not come from his mouth.
\"Come, who are you, to disturb Eowyn\'s bathing?\" she asked again, moving towards him.
\"No one,\" Charen said, finding his voice. \"Simply one lost in the forest.\"
\"No man is lost in this forest,\" Eowyn said, coming to stand directly in front of him. \"All who come here have a purpose, a need that must be fulfilled.\" She knelt before him, her sea-green eyes staring deeply into Charen\'s. \"What is your need?\"
The words were almost whispered, but they ignited a fire in Charen. He felt the warmth spread to his groin, an involuntary twitch indicating his desire.
\"Release from the pain of war,\" he said, his voice almost cracking from desire.
\"That I can grant, if only for a short time,\" Eowyn said, reaching out a hand to gently cup Charen\'s cheek.
He shuddered at her touch, a wave of purest desire sweeping through his body. He knelt there, without protest, as her hands deftly undid the knots holding his robe in place. It fell away, revealing his tight, muscled body. He shivered as her hands ran down his torso, her fingertips tracing the outline of his muscles, the ridged lines over his stomach. His breath caught as they moved lower, onto his groin. Her touch was like the lightest of winds, a breeze that caressed with tender love. He felt his manhood stir, hardening in response to her gentle ministrations. It took only moments for it to reach its full length and girth.
\"See, I told you I could grant you release,\" Eowyn said, smiling at Charen\'s new weapon.
Charen reached out a hand to pull her closer, his mouth finding hers as the passion reached new heights. Their lips pushed against each other, Charen darting his tongue forward to part them. Eowyn received him happily, returning his kiss with equal passion. His hands came to life, moving up her body, touching each part of her with fervour and excitement. His right hand moved downwards, over the gentle curve of her belly, rubbing with renewed vigour over her mound, before his quivering fingers found her bud. She shivered at his touch, her bud erect with her own passion, easily accessible to his fingers. They moved over it with a tender motion, aware that too much pressure would bring pain. He moved his hand further, using his thumb to continue its gentle motion, his finger dipping lower, between the quaking lips. He could feel her moisture, using it to coat his middle finger before gently inserting it, parting her lips a little further as he pushed inside.
Eowyn moaned with pleasure, twisting her lower body in response to his actions. Charen lowered his head from her mouth, moving to her right breast. His left hand cupped it softly, raising the erect nipple to his mouth. He nuzzled at it, nibbling with his lips, before letting it pop into his mouth. He sucked, softly at first, then with more pressure, before releasing it and planting a tender kiss on the tip. The two of them slid down to the soft, grass floor of the forest, Charen\'s thumb still caressing her bud, his finger still probing into her. He moved his body over the grass, his head coming lower to join his hand. He moved his hand away slightly, continuing the light probing with his finger. Where his thumb had been before, he now darted his tongue, using the light tip to flick her, aware that with each contact she shivered a little harder, her body raging towards a release of her own. He added another finger to his first, expanding her tight passage a little further. He could feel the muscles clenching over his fingers as they moved in and out, dragging them in a little further each time. Eowyn\'s breath was coming in tiny little gasps as her body responded to his gentle touch.
Leaning in closer, Charen used his lips on her bud in the same way he had on her nipple, but as he wrapped them around it, he began to hum, making his lips vibrate. Eowyn\'s response was sudden and hard. She groaned loudly, her groin bucking for a moment, pulling her from his grip. Her eyes found his, and he could see the crescendo of passion in them. She sat up, pushing him backwards to lie on his back. His manhood stood up, waiting for attention.
Eowyn straddled him, her legs apart, her lips dripping from her orgasm of moments ago. She lowered herself inch by inch, until the head of his manhood pressed against the tight opening. She used her delicate fingers to guide it as she slid further down, taking it into herself, until the full length was held inside her. Her bum rested gently on Charen\'s thighs, her legs doubled up. She placed a hand either side, slightly behind her, keeping her knees apart so that Charen could see everything as she began to move up and down on him. He could feel her muscles rippling along the length of his shaft, milking him. He had never felt anything like it in his life. He could feel the pressure building within him, the pleasure of the moment reaching higher and higher. Eowyn groaned again as she continued to slide up and down him, now twisting her body a little with each movement, heightening the contact and pleasure that they were both receiving.
Charen could hold on no longer, the pressure bursting from him in a torrent, flooding into Eowyn, gushing back down the length of his shaft, dripping from her tight hole onto his belly and groin. Her motion came slowly to a rest and she collapsed forward onto his body, her breasts pressing tightly against his chest, their size holding her off him by an inch or two. He looked into her eyes, exhausted, seeing an equal level of pleasure and exhaustion in her. He leant forward and kissed her again, before rolling her off to his right. She lay there next to him, her breath panting in time with his own, as they drifted into a light sleep.