Jezebel1669
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It was a beautiful night as Nutmeg wandered between the trees, her hands stroking over the ancient gnarled branches and twisted roots. The sky was clear and filled with a thousands glittering jewels and the water in the stream bubbled along crisp and clear. Somewhere in the distance owls could be heard whispering their secrets on the winds and overhead the leaves stirred to the echo of a thousands happy lovers.
None of that matter to Nutmeg though. Ever since her life partner had been sent out hunting with Clover, her best friend, Nutmeg had been left home alone, all by herself with no-one to bone her skinny little ass as hard as a stampeding warthog. Her pussy was so wet and desperate for attention she'd wandered into the woods to find herself a good, thick, smooth branch or even a large mushroom to stuff it with.
Unfortunately for her the elves had long ago made a pact with the wood folk promising not to harm the trees, and so all the trees growing around their sheltered city were ancient and, more importantly, gnarled beyond use. As she grew closer to the borders of the elf lands Nutmeg gazed out into the valley below, where only young, supple, and above all smooth and straight, trees grew.
Her only problem was that she was forbidden from stepping past the mystically blessed waystones which kept all the monsters, beasts and humans away. If she stepped over them she'd be endangering not only herself but possibly the entire town, maybe even the entire elf nation, should she be caught. For several minutes she simply stood there, gazing down into the valley of perfect dildos, before her decision was made.
Practically leaping over the stones she bolted down the hillside, heading for a grove of likely looking trees nestled beside a crystal clear pool. Almost as soon as she stepped into the glade she spotted a low hanging branch at least two inches thick and longer than her arm. It was drooping low and as she peered up at it she could see the wood had been broken close to the trunk, possibly during a recent storm.
"Oh please Mr Tree," She asked politely. "Please may I have your broken branch?"
For several minutes nothing stirred, until finally, with a rustle of leaves the knots and furrows seemed to shift on the trunk and a face appeared on the tree. "And what could such a polite young elf need by broken branch for?" The tree asked in a deep, stern voice which reminded her of her father.
"I'm going to fuck myself with it!" She declared proudly, knowing that to the creatures of the mystical forest sex was just another aspect of life, and nothing to be ashamed of.
With a deep, resounding laugh the tree smiled at Nutmeg and seemed to be looking her up and own as it answered. "You may have my broken branch, but there will be a price." At first Nutmeg was scared, deals with forest creatures rarely went well for those making them, but as she listened to the tree continue her mood lightened. "Your first fucking must be done here, in front of me."
"Sure thing!" Nutmeg replied happily, her pussy so damp and clit throbbing so hard she'd planned on fucking herself right away anyways. Reaching up she quickly grabbed hold of the branch with both hands and with a quick tug she pulled it down. "Sorry," She said to the tree meekly as she heard its brief groan of pain.
"Its not a problem," The tree replied as it watched the young elf quickly pull off her leaf-woven dress and fling it onto the ground. Her bountiful body with pale green skin was a feast for the trees old eyes and he couldn't have turned his attention away if he'd wanted to as the elf turned around, dropped to her knees and lifted her butt up in front of him.
"Ahh, that... so... good..." Nutmeg sighed as she plunged the branch as deeply as she could into her sopping wet cunt and started to slowly pump it in and out of herself. "Just... what... I... needed."
All around the grove the other trees were turning their attentions to the young elf, their eyes watching carefully as she slowly brought herself closer to her release. Not a one of them spotted the ominous dark shape moving between their trunks, its own eyes watching the elf with far less appealing thoughts running through its head.
None of that matter to Nutmeg though. Ever since her life partner had been sent out hunting with Clover, her best friend, Nutmeg had been left home alone, all by herself with no-one to bone her skinny little ass as hard as a stampeding warthog. Her pussy was so wet and desperate for attention she'd wandered into the woods to find herself a good, thick, smooth branch or even a large mushroom to stuff it with.
Unfortunately for her the elves had long ago made a pact with the wood folk promising not to harm the trees, and so all the trees growing around their sheltered city were ancient and, more importantly, gnarled beyond use. As she grew closer to the borders of the elf lands Nutmeg gazed out into the valley below, where only young, supple, and above all smooth and straight, trees grew.
Her only problem was that she was forbidden from stepping past the mystically blessed waystones which kept all the monsters, beasts and humans away. If she stepped over them she'd be endangering not only herself but possibly the entire town, maybe even the entire elf nation, should she be caught. For several minutes she simply stood there, gazing down into the valley of perfect dildos, before her decision was made.
Practically leaping over the stones she bolted down the hillside, heading for a grove of likely looking trees nestled beside a crystal clear pool. Almost as soon as she stepped into the glade she spotted a low hanging branch at least two inches thick and longer than her arm. It was drooping low and as she peered up at it she could see the wood had been broken close to the trunk, possibly during a recent storm.
"Oh please Mr Tree," She asked politely. "Please may I have your broken branch?"
For several minutes nothing stirred, until finally, with a rustle of leaves the knots and furrows seemed to shift on the trunk and a face appeared on the tree. "And what could such a polite young elf need by broken branch for?" The tree asked in a deep, stern voice which reminded her of her father.
"I'm going to fuck myself with it!" She declared proudly, knowing that to the creatures of the mystical forest sex was just another aspect of life, and nothing to be ashamed of.
With a deep, resounding laugh the tree smiled at Nutmeg and seemed to be looking her up and own as it answered. "You may have my broken branch, but there will be a price." At first Nutmeg was scared, deals with forest creatures rarely went well for those making them, but as she listened to the tree continue her mood lightened. "Your first fucking must be done here, in front of me."
"Sure thing!" Nutmeg replied happily, her pussy so damp and clit throbbing so hard she'd planned on fucking herself right away anyways. Reaching up she quickly grabbed hold of the branch with both hands and with a quick tug she pulled it down. "Sorry," She said to the tree meekly as she heard its brief groan of pain.
"Its not a problem," The tree replied as it watched the young elf quickly pull off her leaf-woven dress and fling it onto the ground. Her bountiful body with pale green skin was a feast for the trees old eyes and he couldn't have turned his attention away if he'd wanted to as the elf turned around, dropped to her knees and lifted her butt up in front of him.
"Ahh, that... so... good..." Nutmeg sighed as she plunged the branch as deeply as she could into her sopping wet cunt and started to slowly pump it in and out of herself. "Just... what... I... needed."
All around the grove the other trees were turning their attentions to the young elf, their eyes watching carefully as she slowly brought herself closer to her release. Not a one of them spotted the ominous dark shape moving between their trunks, its own eyes watching the elf with far less appealing thoughts running through its head.