In the Silence of the Grove

(closed for me and teasingSophie)

The was something strange in the woods.

He could feel it in the air. In the land. In the water.

Something had changed while he was away. A tall, broad and bearded man, Peredur could sense that there was something strange going on in his Grove. Something of anxiety... a sense that the whole enviroment was awaiting something to happen. Something important for the land. Lowerinf himself to the ground, he knelt over one knee to hear the spirtis of the Grove.

His figure was tall, garbed into leathers and furs offered him by the land he was sworn to protect. After a couple of months away, advenduring with some of his acquaintances, he had been away from the countryside where he was acknowledged as Protector and Defender. It felt... strange. So different. Peredur was a Druid. One that struck a pact with the land in order to protect it, and was eagerly provided with what he needed by the Gods themselves.

And so, trying to discern what happened, he wandered without destination into his home, trying to catch what was different in the air...

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Sayeela was feeling so powerful on that day, or that week, or anytime near that one in fact. It had to be said that time was meaning not much for her. A Dryad was not to bother herself with something as humanlish as time passing by. Immortal she was. So there she felt with her powers growing. In the past periods of time, the warden of this grove was away. He was given some powers by some nature spirits. But when he left for a trip, the other nature spirits could take the place. And grow, and replenish their power. Sayeela was one of them. She lingered, becoming trees, grass, bushes and flowers, she was everywhere and nowhere. Sometimes taking her form to walk or float between the elements of her new realm. Sometimes just passing by spirit from one to the other.
And she remembered having watched him, that warden, that human granted with powers form nature spirits. Of course he was nice, of course he was gentle with nature and did everything fine.
And then he went away.
Sayeela had seen other humans in the grove since. A young boy and a girl, both in the flowering age. They came here away from their village and their pleasure made a communion with the nature. What Sayeela felt on those days was near perfection. She thought a lot about it
And decided she had to live this too. She had to check in a more direct way. Which human would give this better to her than this warden? As he came back, she hid in the trees and grass and flowers and observed him. He knew something had changed, but he didn't know why. COming in here was falling in Sayeela's web, he'll be hers soon. And would do everything she needed to her.

Indeed, he could feel it.

For Nature, the time only passed into the ciclic, eternal motion of Seasons. A wise clock, that had been cleverly designed to set up the appropriate time for Life to bloom, develop, age, and wither. For such was the Circle of Life, the first things ever taught to the ones that desired to take upon the mantle of Warden of the Woods.

And so it was that Peredur felt that the change had not left his Grove untouched. The land was strong, and would ever develop itself - had one zealously cared for it, or not. But in these days, it was rare for these places were nature ran its course would remain untouched by the hands of the so-called Civilized Nations; the Druid himself had been adventuring away from his woods and far into the heart of their stone jungles, where the people lived into such a filthy environment that he found himself homesick quickly.

And then, he felt it. There was a new presence, blooming itself into his Grove. A powerful spirit. Perhaps a creature, that even now laid it's curious eyes upon himself. Quietly did he walked through the woodland, paying attention into every tree, every bush, every bed of flowers that had grown during his absence. These were the work of such spirit. What could it be?

Sayeela waited till the Warden reached a stream of fresh water. Having reached his goal, he surely was wanting to clean himself. She made that sure by pushing the idea to him through some currents on the mystical side of nature. Nothing too obvious or too strong. But it was there.

She was a tree, she was the grass, she was close to him to see every detail when he would undress and walk in the water...

The idea had come to him out of the blue. But somehow, it only felt right. After all, he had been tired after the long journey back to his land, and that reflected into his bond with the land. Perhaps after relaxing and meditating, he would manage to discern who was that presence that so suddenly came to his min, as if a movement on the edge of your view...

Slowly, he reached the small brooke. He could have gone to his 'home', where he kept most of his things, but the scent, coming from the grass and the warm wind running amonst the tree's branches convinced him. Slowly, he took out his fur-cape, the bear pelt showing a bear of a man under it. His long hair and bear waved around his furred chest as he took out his simple shirt, showing his powerful, muscled torso - and revealing many scars earned into his service.

Allowing his bag and staff to fall over a couple of rocks, he took out his leather pants and boots, standing as proud and gloriously naked as nature had envisioned him, his powerful form complete in so many ways. And slowly, he entered the water, and bathed himself, oblivious to anything else.

For who would raise a hand against him in his Grove?

A real man he was. Looking far more interesting that the boy that came with the girl in the grove. I looked every possible way at him. And decided for a little game.
Water was swarming around him, flowing and enclosing his body. As he went further, water reeached his manhood. And there the moves of the water get stranger, seemingly pushing a bit on him, closing itself around that shaft and balls. I figured to push water to act a bit like a soft flowing hand on him, touching his intimate parts and trying to make him react...

As he seemd to appreciate his bath in the water, I played a little more and made sure his clothes were soon behind the bushes, well hidden...

At first, the water was simply soothing. The day was warm, for a mid-spring week, and the coolness of the water was a welcomed gift for his touch. Slowly did he sink down into the stream, allowing the running, living water to clease his recent woods, to soothe his ancient scars, and to bring his spirits up.

However, there was one thing at it touch that did not felt like simply running water. Just as she had willed it. Peredur, however, quickly noticed it. The Spirit that had changed his home - that had taken it as it's own. The Druid could feel it in the air - into the running stream - and already knew that it was well aware of his presence. Not one unwelcomed presence - or disliked caresses, at that.

Raising to his full height - his waistline still under the water, Peredur bellowed his challenge.

"Show yourself, Soul of the Grove. Come. I cannot be more vulnerable than I already am."

A giggle answered in the grove, coming from everywhere. With his lower part in the water, he was a good prey, I felt him grow under the touch of the water that was like movin like a hand along his cock. I did knew how a man pleasures himself, and I knew what he may like. Of course, this was natural and I am part of nature. I am Sayeela, and I wanna show him the power of nature. I made water stroke him harder.

And the giggle came again louder...

It had sounded between a mockery and amusement. Peredur really did not knew what to do, how to react to this being.

Completely vulnerable, it could have been his ending just right now - as he was naked, bathing himself, and could only think about what was the nature of such a powerful, overwhelming being. He felt the caresses of the water running around his manhood - washing it, rubbing against himself so powerfully and unnaturally clenching that it could only be one of this wicked spirit's designs.

Rather than defy it, Peredur complied, approaching the border where he laid his back against the stones - feeling the water washing around him - and sensing his member stiffen in it's touch, getting him aroused quickly. After all, it was spring. It was the time for him to find a mate of his own. One that would cherish being into his arms. And it had been quite some time since he had the last lover with him...

His hardness grew, and a soft moan escaped his lips.

I saw him, felt him, lay back against the stones. I felt him harden under my touch, under the water's touch. I tighten my grip and moved up and down faster. He closed his eyes and moaned louder. I made water run on his manhood like a wet woman's mouth, up and down along the whole throbbing shaft. I wanted him to be happy and to feel pleasure. I wanted him to need me.
This went on for a couple of moments, but I stopped before the end. Suddenly water was running like it always did around his hips. Suddenly there was nothing.
Except a little chuckle on the right side, just in the direction where his clothes had been...

The moves of the water felt simply divine as he gripped against the stone tighter, his finger's turning white at the sheer pressure he delivered. His hardness stood full and flunged against the waters, as he tried yet to figure out what was actually happening while not trying to resist it. Peredur suddenly was brought so many ideas... one that he had pondered for quite a while now.

It was the nature of every living being to reproduce. All Druids knew of the spectacle and miracle that was seeding a field in order to grow your descendants - just as the Gods of Nature ever wished it to be. For quite some time Peredur had considered taking a mate. But never did. Was he a coward? He could not tell. Dassana was long gone from his life, after all...

...he found himself once more nurturing ideas of finding himself a mate. One that he would eagerly plow and care and love. One that would keep herself beside him as he cared for the Earth. And then, it was gone.

The waters returned to their normal flow, but Peredur hardness was too complete to subdue itself quickly. He turned about to where he had overheard another chuckle, trying to discern if the responsible was still there.

I left him to himself, a plan was growng in my mind. I left him by the river, naked, and with clothes scattered behind the bushes around.

I went to his home, the wooden cabin, all built with his own hands in the forest. What a shame those humans needed that kind of things. But anyway I wanted something more and I needed to be here.
So I took my human form, the young gorgeous one with the dark hair... Naked of course, cause that's closer to nature.
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There I laid at his door, just in front of it. I was panting, sweating, I took that frightened look that some girls so often have. And I cuddled in front of his house.
It was not long before he come home again...

Peredur was somewhat shaken by the whole experience. Awaiting for the figure to show up towards him, the lack of new movements and the silence amongst the bushes told him whoever acted like a prankster to the druid had been gone. Slowly, his hardness subdued, and he steeped out of the small creek. Searching for his clothes, and drying himself while naked through the sun, he garbed himself before searching for his home.

It was a small, log cabin, built before the entrance of a small cave - that would be his home for eternity after his departure from this Plane to another. He walked slowly and surely towards his home, noticing something strange before it. He could sense that, although her feminine form spoke much, that a powerful spirit dwelt into the naked girl's body.

It was her.

I lift a bit myself on my elbows and looked at him with tears and fear in my eyes.
- Oh there you are, someone. Please help me.... I...
I stood up and with shaking legs I moved to him and hug him tight.
- Please help me, they're after me, please....
I sobbed a bit against his chest.
- please let me in...

Grabbing the girl by her shoulders and pulling her away from himself, Peredur looked down on her with a terrible expression on his eyes, where controled anger and suspicion bolied and mingled togheter. His gesture was rough and brutal as he shoved the naked woman away from himself.

"Cease your games, spirit."

"You have taken root upon my land, and teased me with promises I doubt you would keep. Stay away."

So he felt it. My gaze changed, I took my nature's free spirit. Wilderness came back in my eyes. I stared right into his eyes and stepped towards him.
- So you know who I am...?
I came closer, and I began walkin around him, a hand on his shoulder. He shivered but I kept him there with my will...
- And don't you like who I am? Don't you like to watch me?
I came back in frton of him, standing so close that my human breasts were touchin his chest, I looked up at him.
- What kind of promises do you think I don't keep?

"I know you are not a creature of flesh, blood and bone."

He grinned back t o her in mockery. he stood in place, knowing the pace of a predator when he saw her prowling over him, and Peredur knew better than try to resist or make his own advance against her.

"I... like to watch you. I am not sure who you are, although. Or rather what you are."

He felt her breasts against his chest, sensing how wonderfully full of life they were. She knew her trade well, this one, after all.

"Desires I doubt one as capricious as you would bestow upon a mere mortal."

I kept looking into his eyes...
- Not made of flesh and blood?
I grabed his wrist and place his hand on my chest, on my heart...
- Isn't that sweet flesh? Can't You feel the heart pumping blood through my body?

He didn't move.

- And don't you think I also got needs that have to be fulfilled?

"What kind of needs, Daughter of the Wood?"

Her words and acting had denounced who Sayeela really was to the Druid. Her needs? What this twig could ever need? Her words, as well as her moves, had caught more than his mere attention, as he could feel his lenght hardening once more within his pants.

"What needs would you ever have to make you approach me in such a disrespectful manner?"

- Disrespectful?
I luaghed loud. And then took his eyes in my gaze again, my mind touching his, making cvontact, forcing into his spirit, showing him my beauty, my power,...
- You should be honored in fact, human...
My body was closing tighter against him. Although smaller, I was the one with power. I was the one to be adorned. I was the one a human should kneel to...

Peredur could feel his sensses numbling so suddenly that he thought he would fall down on the grassy floor. She was so gorgeous, so perfectly a work of art that nature had blessed him with his faze in order to droll over her form. He took both his hands towards the woman's form, and pulled her tight against his chest, his mind swarming with so many different emotions.

Rage. Anger. Lust. Desire. He wished her. Although he loathed her. The druid could feel already that under his pants his manhood started to tickle as it stiffened once more.

I felt his desire, both in his mind and in his body. I felt him gently under my spell. I sent a flow of lust in him and released some instincts. I felt him grapping me tight. I looked up at him and grinned. My hands in his hair, I pulled him down, forcing him down on his knees in front of my naked human form. Looking him in the eyes all the way.

And that way of demanding Peredur compliance was ever more effective that him, himself would have thought. Falling to his knees before her, he simply stood quiet as a servant dog, wholy hers as he embraced her hips. His hands hungrily exploring her soft, untarnished flesh.

He could sense the faintest scent of arousal from her, mingling with the desires she had sent him. His hardness was now complete and proudly displaying itself between his legs, his viriliy would have an alpha wolf cower in shame.

I felt so aroused now, feeling human desires multiplied by my nature. I parted my thighs in front of him and pulled him towards my hot and wet cunt, a place of pure lust and desire that so much needed to be taken care of.

Yes, she was a field worthy and ready for his plowing. But why such a creature would want to mate him, a mere servant of the wilds? A warden, yes, but only one humble, minor defendant of the mighty Nature itself. Slowly Peredur approached her with his face, inhaling her arousal and almost inebriating herself into her simple scent.

She was so feminine, so perfectly crafted that the Druid only considered her a work of art... or a godly being. A handmaiden to the Goddess of Beauty and Fertility herself, maybe? Taking a curious hand towards her womanhood, flowing with her juices already, he touched her.