The Princess and the Nymph (Closed for Pywakit and I)

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline was running at a mad dash pace. Her dress torn as she was scraped by brances off old trees. She hadn't bothered to notice where she was running, she just had to get away! She would never marry that awful Prince Garin! Her father had given the Prince her hand in marriage, and she was to be wed tommorow, though at this very moment she was foiling the plot.

She groaned as she tripped,falling face first into the dirt. She sat up, the fall forcing her to stop and finally take a look at where she was going. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she screamed. She was in the Haunted Forest. She hadn't even bothered to realize where she had been running and now she was very far in. The wind made the old trees groan and it seemed like they loomed over her, ready to attack.

She stood and began to walk, hurrying but not trying to get the trees attention. It seemed silly, but she had heard the stories of people who entered the forests and never came back. They said that wicked spirits inhabited the land, and that the trees devoured people who ventured too far in. She was so lost in thought that she didn't bother to see where she was walking. She tripped over a root into a tangle of brances. The trees were going to eat her!

She struggled her way out, running, and running, through the dark woods, into the enchanted glade. She stopped almost instantly when she stepped over a threshhold, everything changed. What was once dark and grim began amazingly lush and lovely. The trees were healthy and bright green, a small pond had such crystal clear water, and there was all manner of wonderful animal life. It was enchanted, a place in all this darkness still pregnant with the beauty and wonder of joy and life.

She moved to the water, kneeling down as she began to wash her face and dress. When she looked back into the water, she saw a reflection behind her. She gasped, quickly turning to see who it was.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

The humans rarely entered the Haunted Forest, and that was both a blessing and a curse. The blessing part was obvious. The vast majority of humanity were bumbling, profane fools who ruined everything they touched. They saw the animals of the woods as trophies and the trees as things to harvest and use to build houses. How ridiculous! Tearing down a tree to build a home, when the forest itself already serves as a better shelter than any crude wooden cave could ever hope to achieve! Yes, many of them were brutish oafs, that much was certain.

But there were exceptions. And that was the curse part.

Humans have a seemingly limitless capacity for cruelty and brutality, but the rare exception swung entirely in the other direction. These rare few were beautiful as they were graceful, haunting in their shape and addictive in their passions. At least, to the spirits of the forest. Spirits like the forest nymph Lyrith.

So when Princess Rosaline entered Lyrith's woods, known in the land of men as the Haunted Woods, Lyrith took notice at once. She could tell Rosaline was of the rarer sort of human, of the sort whose beauty and grace approached that of the spirit world. And since it had been far too long since anyone had paid Lyrith a visit... she quickly came to investigate in person. For Lyrith had grown quite lonely.

She found Rosaline in a glade, deep in the woods. She was washing her face and dress with water from a spring, and Lyrith watched for a time, marveling in the shape of her body and the fluidity of her motions. Lyrith herself was a beautiful thing, but her beauty was obviously of the spirit world. She had deeply tanned skin, long green hair that fell in delicate curls to her waist, and the long, pointed ears of a fey creature. Her deep green eyes were large and expressive, her lips a similar shade of forest green yet sparkling with promises of rapture. She wore a thin robe draped over her shapely shoulders, a robe that barely concealed the voluptious curves of the body beneath. Hers was a beauty that would drive most men insane with lust, yet Lyrith had little interest in men. It was in women, womeny like this delicate princess before her, in whichLyrith's interests truely lied.

Yet Lyrith knew that humans were capable of great deceptions as well. So when Princess Rosaline suddenly gasped and turned, Lyrith froze for a moment herself, expecting the princess to pull a knife and attack. Her eyes widened and she tensed her body, ready to flee into the woods in an instant.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

The creature before her was beauty incarnate, a being of such warmth and natural wonder. There was no reaction she could perform except to stare, her eyes and mouth wide as she took her in, every delicate inch. It could only be a forest nymph, one of the fey that she had heard of in stories that protected and cared for the forests. She was a goddess in form and feature, no being of the human world could dare to even begin to match her in beauty.

"In all the worlds, who am I to deserve this sight?" She sighed, quickly averting her gaze, "I am Princess Rosaline, of the Honrai Kingdom that resides outside your forest. Forgive me for intruding upon this sacred glade." She wanted to look again, her eyes almost pulling of their own accord to take in that visual feast. When they did she found a strange feeling overwhelming her, her cheeks flushed.

She had admired many a strong and handsome knight as they trained in the castle courtyards, but now she was feeling rather similar base urges toward a nymph! A female nymph for that matter! "Please, tell me your name, gentle forest spirit? I wish to know the name of the beauty my unworthy eyes behold."

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

When the woman spoke, Lyrith jumped. Some humans knew magic, and some of that magic was particularly vile and painful to the Fey. As the woman lowered her gaze, Lyrith leapt upwards, her long and lithe legs and her supernatural grace carrying her twenty feet up into the tree above. She settled gently and silently on one of its thick, mossy branches, squatting down on it and clutching the bark with her hands to balance as she watched, wide-eyed and fearfully as the woman below continued to speak.

When the woman didn't make any sudden movements, Lyrith's fear began to fade, to be replaced by curriosity and wonder. She'd never seen a human up close before. There was something strange, something... "solid" about her, for lack of a better word. The fey were spiritual creatures, and their flesh was formed of magic. Humans were, in many ways, more "real."

Warning bells chimed in Lyrith's mind as the woman below asked for her name. Names held power, and Lyrith knew that to idly give up her own to what could still be a dangerous sorceress was risky, at best. Instead, she watched and waited for a moment. When she didn't answer, the woman eventually looked up again. Not seeing her, she began to glance around the glade. Still... the woman had called her beautiful! And a princess! How astounding! A princess had called her beautiful! The compliment brought a smile to Lyrith's emerald lips. Rather than torment the poor creature, Lyrith spoke, but did not answer her question precisely.

"I am the forest, princess. Why are you here? What are you about in my home?"

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

She looked everywhere for the nymph, unable to find her. Until she heard that voice, "I left my home because my father wished for me to marry a terrible man. He is a truely evil person, and I would not let myself be his wife. And so I fled. I did not mean to flee here, but this is where I ended up. Please do not cast me out? Or the Prince Garin will surely find me and punish me."

She crossed her arms, looking back towards the water with a heavy sigh. "Please forgive me for intruding upon your glade, fair nymph. If you wish it, I will leave your wonderful home." She stood up, slowly walking back towards the way she came in. She looked down with a heavy heart, certain that the Nymph did not want a human in her enchanted abode. She had only a faint hope that the most lovely fey would not make her leave.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

Lyrith watched as the princess walked slowly away from the spring, toward the edge of the glade. Her smile faded, and she felt she could sense Rosaline's sadness and despair. This man Garin must surely be a terrible person indeed. The nymph waited a moment more; almost every inch of her being compelled her to remain silent and allow the human to go. But not every inch.

"Princess!" she called out in a soft voice. "Wait. You do not... you do not have to leave quite yet." The princess stopped at the edge of the glade, but did not turn around. Lyrith closed her eyes and sent a surge of her essence out through the tree she crouched in and down through its roots into the soil near the spring of water. A small berry bush there writhed and suddenly burst into life, its branches growing heavy with huge purple berries.

"There is water here, and food. Berries. Take of them what you need. You must be hungry and thirsty after your flight through the woods. Not many humans would have made it this far..."

Lyrith remained in her tree, but watched intently with her huge green eyes, on one level curious to see if the princess would return and on another, more primal level, hoping she would return to give her a more unobstructed look at her beauty.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

The Princess beamed and bowed her head, "Thank you, noble forest Nymph." She headed back over to the spring, picking some berries as she sipped the water. She couldn't help but devour those delicious berries as her stomach growled. She let out a moan of enjoyment, until she realized she got berry juices all over her dress. "Oh my! Not the dress!" She frowned and tried to wash it off, but it wasn't helping, not like this anyway.

She looked up and around for a moment, trying to find the Nymph. "Lady Nymph, I wish to take a bath if that is alright?" She felt dirty, and her dress as dirty, she needed to clean off. And as a Princess does without hesitation or care for the answer, she quickly removed her dress, untying it and peeling it off of her sweaty form. She took another look around, shrugging slowly, the Nymph was female too, even if she did see it wasn't anything new.

She slipped into the cool spring water and sighed, enjoying the refreshing feeling. She brought the dress in, hoping she could clean it off with the refreshing spring's crystal clean water. She began to relax, sitting back slowly as she eat another group of berries. This place was heaven, she wished that she could live here for the rest of her life in peace and away from that nasty Prince Garin.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

Lyrith watched silently as the princess stripped, her eyes widening at the shape and size of her body. Humans were such... "meaty" creatures. The princess' body was voluptuous and full, her skin inviting and pink. The shape of everything was nothing new to Lyrith, but the solidity was strange and exotic. And enthralling. She couldn't look away, couldn't even blink until the princess was in the water.

As the princess began to relax, her head lolled back to rest against a mossy rock. Lyrith saw her eyes drift shut, and took that as her cue. Silently, she crept down from the tree and over to the pool's edge. She cocked her head, looking up and down the length of the human woman's body, trying to make out details through the rippling surface of the water, then ran her own slender fingers over her own body. Her own body was lithe and willowy, with breasts that would seem just a tad too large for a woman of her frame (if she were human, that is) and a waist a tad too narrow and delicate. Lyrith wondered how the human woman's body felt. She looked asleep. Her breathing had slowed. As she relaxed, her body had started to float, and as Lyrith watched, the peaks of her breasts rose above the water, glistening and smooth. The nymph smiled, then reached out and ran a single finger tip over the gentle swell of the royal breast before her...

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

She let out a gentle coo as she felt that hand touch her flesh. She raised a bit toward it with a sleepy smile. She was obviously asleep, otherwise she would have reacted to the sensation of having a finger touch her more private areas. She was a princess, of course, and the only person who touched her there was herself when she was overcome with her daydreams. Her wet, lovely, body arched and she murmured, "Don't.. stop.."

Her own hands ran across the lush, curvy, expanse of her own body, feeling the flesh above and beneath the water. She let out a hot, heavy, sigh as she gently touched herself in her sleep. Ironically, her dreams were strangely about the Nymph touching her. Would those dreams come true?

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

Lyrith smiled as she watched the princess react to her touch, softly arching her back up to meet her. In response, the nymph lowered her hand, sliding her four finger tips up over the gentle arc of Rosaline's breast. Soon, her palm settled on the soft flesh as well, and Lyrith felt the princess' hard nipple pressing against her. She slid her had around to the right, tracing the contours of the flesh as her fingers danced down through her cleavage and into the water to cup the breast. As she did, she applied a little more pressure, lifting her tit up and free from the water, watching as droplets rand down the sides. She was so heavy, so full in the nymph's hand. It was wonderful!

Movement caught Lyrith's eye, and she noticed for the first time how the princess was running her other hand down between her legs. A strange fit of jealousy flashed in Lyrith's mind... and she slid her hand down Princess Rosaline's belly to just above her hip. When Rosaline's hand slid away to reach back up to cup her own breast, Lyrith was there, ready to move in. She slid her hand lower, and with a start felt her fingers slipping through the downy thatch of the princess' pubic hair. Lyrith herself was hairless below the neck, and she found the concept of this surprising discovery both erotic and exciting. What other secrets did this human woman's body hide from her? More curious than ever now, and aware of the growing heat building between her own thighs, Lyrith ran her fingers slowly downward toward those secrets.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

When that dainty hand rested between her legs, giving her the pleasure her body needed so badly, she awoke. Her eyes slowly opened, but she didn't move. Instead she enjoyed the feeling of the hands, and by the looks of them, it was obviously the Nymph. She let out a hot sigh as her head turned and she smiled to Lyrith, arching her body against those hands.

Her brain told her to run but she had never felt so good in her life, not even her own touch brought this sort of pleasure to her body and why shouldn't she enjoy herself? She reached out to grab a berry, just soaking in every ecstatic sensation as she devoured that delicious fruit and rocked her hips into that almost ethereal hand, "Mmmmnn.. mmmnnnmmm.."

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

Lyrith felt her fingers slide into contact with the human's pussy. She paused, feeling the top of her lips under her fingertips, then slid lower. More hair, silky smooth, but along the inner ridge it was smooth. The nymph slid lower, and her fingertip dipped in between those silken folds to be gripped by a potent heat, and then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.

She glanced back and saw that the human woman had awoken.

With a splash, Lyrith yanked her hand out of the water and skittered back to the base of the tree in a single fluid motion, almost as if she were dancing. Yet she didn't leap back up into the tree. She paused, half hiding behind its trunk, her large green eyes watching what the woman would do next.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

She jumped as Lyrith splashed and ran away from her. She quickly got out of the water, and found herself watching her as Lyrith watched her. "Don't be afraid, lovely Nymph... You have shown me such bliss. Won't you make me yours?" She slowly moved closer, making sure to be as nonthreatening as possible. "I want you so badly..."

When she was close enough, she laid down upon the grass, letting out a content sigh as she spread herself out before the Nymph. She hoped her young, luscious, body would tempt the lovely fay, her cheeks flushed and her body wet and glistening. "Please.. bed me?"

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

As Princess Rosaline lay on the grass and presented herself to Lyrith, the Nymph felt the potent force of her fey lusts come to the fore. She watched for a few moments more as the woman on the grass sighed and gently writhed, her knees bent and spread to reveal the delicate flower between her thighs. And in another moment, she made her decision and stepped out from behind the tree. As she approached the woman, she took the end of the green silk cord wrapped around her slender waist and pulled. The cord came away, and as her thin, prismatic, spidersilk robe parted, she shrugged her shoulders and the flimsy garmet slid down her back to pool at her feet, revealing her lithe, willowy body to the princess in all its fey glory. Her skin was deeply tanned, and like her emerald green lips, eyes, and hair, the color of her large nipples betrayed her close bond to the natural world; they glittered in the sunlight like jade jewels. Down below, her smooth and hairless pussy was already glistening with lust, her clitoris swollen and protruding hungrilly from between her lips, itself a dainty pink bud.

Lyrith kneeled on the grass next to Rosaline and smiled tentatively, giving the woman time to drink in her body with her eyes before her hands reached out, one cupping a heavy breast and teasing the nipple with a thumb, the other sliding up the inside of Rosaline's thigh toward that delicate flower above.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

She could only stare, her heart pounding as that lovely nymph grew closer to her and she shivered. She wanted it so badly, her flower growing moist as she looked upon every delicious inch of that fey body. "Take me... mmm, please?" And she was answered by those soft hands touching her body.

Her legs spread as wide as possible and her back arched to press closer. Her nipples grow as hard as diamonds and her womanhood was dripping with her juices, the smell of excitement thick around her. "Ooooh..." She grew limp, resting back and running her cheek against the smooth grass as Lyrith touched her young body in all the right places.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

As Lyrith began to massage her breast in one hand, she cupped her palm and fingers over Rosaline's crotch. For a moment, she held her hand there, feeling the heat of her sex and the growing wetness. She began sliding her hand back and forth, stroking her pubic hair and teasing the tender flesh with her fingertips as she did. She leaned down over Rosaline's body, her long green hair spilling over her shoulders to pool on her torso and belly as she caught Rosaline's other nipple between her upper lip and tongue. She gave that nipple a gentle tug, then traced a circle around it with her tongue before leaning back. The tip of her middle finger had nestled on the slit of Rosaline's heat, but had not yet pressed further. Lyrith remembered something then, and looked at the woman on the grass before her with eyes filled with curriosity.

"Princess? Have you... have you been deflowered yet? If not... what I am about to take from you cannot be restored... It must be your choice."

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

She let out a moan, rocking her body against those wonderfully soft hands. "Oh yes! Yes.." She felt her body growing so hot, and she needed release. It was then that she felt that finger. She looked up upon her Lyrith and nodded.

"Yes.. but.. could you.. take it... as a man would?" She blushed heavilly at asking such a thing, but she wanted a true deflowering.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

Lyrith paused for a moment at the unusual request. She let her finger linger for a moment before she sat back.

"I will not. A man would be rough, be brutish, be reduced to the subtleties of an ogre in the glow of your beauty. He would take from you your maidenhood, do his business, and leave. I will not do that to you. You are above this." She smiled then. "But I think that is not what you were asking, was it? What I shall do is take your virtue, young princess, but I shall give you something in return. An awakening."

Lyrith crawled around to the right, circling around the princess and coming up between her outstretched legs. She kneeled there, resting her hands on Rosaline's knees.

"Lift your legs, princess. Drape them over my hips."

The princess did. Lyrith scooted up further, spreading her own legs so Rosaline's body was supported by her thighs. She leaned forward, balancing herself with one hand on the ground just under Rosaline's left armpit. As she did, Lyrith's sex came into contact with Rosaline's and her clitoris slid up along the cleft of her vagina. A bolt of electricity seemed to sizzle up into Lyrith's loins, and instead of reveling in it, she focused on it. She leaned forward again, then back, then forward, sawing her clit along that glistening cleft over and over. Her breasts hung freely over Rosaline's, swaying pendulously so that their nipples brushed on each swing. The building energy in Lyrith's body grew stronger and stronger, and as it reached its height, she stoped grinding against the princess. Their bodies still pressed tightly together at the hips, their tits barely touching, Lyrith reached up and traced Rosaline's full lips with her index finger, two complete circles before she pressed softly between them. She slid her finger down the length of Rosaline's tongue, off to the side, swimming it in her spittle and coating it liberally before withdrawing it. She raised her wet finger to her own lips and licked, tasting Rosaline's leavings and nodding in approval.

Lyrith then sat back, kneeling with legs spread between Rosaline's. Her own crotch was wet now, the lips of her cunt fevered and glistening and her large clitoris protruding from between those lips like the tip of a thumb. Lyrith lowered her wettened finger to her clit and began to rub.

She couldn't contain the moans. They came freely, deep needful groans that grew louder with each stroke. As she began coating her clitoris with Rosaline's spit, a wondrous thing began to happen. Her clit began to throb. Visibly. The thumbtip-sized bud was pulsating, writhing, as if desperate to answer the ministrations of the wet finger. And as Lyrith continued to stroke herself, her clitoris began to grow. With each heartbeat, it pulsed and enlarged. In five beats it was as long as her thumb, yet its growth had only just begun.

Lyrith closed her eyes and leaned back, presenting her tits to the sky as the growth, now triggered, took on a life of its own. Her clitoris pulsed and writhed, lengthening, fattening, transforming. Before Rosaline's eyes, the once tiny bud of tender flesh was transforming into a huge, erect phallus. Veins bulged along its sides, and the tip distended and transformed into a dick head. A tiny hole gaped at the tip, and a single drop of milky fluid formed there to drop onto Rosaline's belly. In a minute, the transformation was over, and Lyrith looked down at her huge, nine-inch cock with pride. Below, her vagina remained, its lips hungrier and wetter than ever, the best of both worlds. She paused a moment to catch her breath, then looked into Rosaline's eyes.

"Are you ready for me?"

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Princess Rosaline

She did as she was told and draped her legs over Lyrith's hips. She let out a sigh and a gasp as she felt that womanhood press to her own, a delicious moan escaping her lips as Lyrith ran that clit between those wet folds. Her limp body moved back and forth on the grass as she reveled in this blissful position. She dug her fingers into the dirt and groaned, her hips rocking against the Nymph's as she let the pleasure guide her actions.

Then she sucked on that finger in her mouth, frowning as it left but lifting her head to watch what the Nymph Lyrith was doing. Her eyes widened as she began to see that nub throb. She licked her lips, eyes lighting up as she watched it grow in size and shape. And then she almost drooled as she saw it become a true male member. She nodded slowly to the Nymph's response and laid back, spreading her legs again with a aching moan of, "Love me."

She felt the Nymph grow close, wrapping her arms around her and pressing her lovely young body against the fey's rather impressive form. She blushed as she felt the tip press against her hot, wet, cunt and gasped as she began to feel it push in. There was dread, anticipation, excitement all in one, and then it happened, within a moment the deed was done and Lyrith and taken her virginity, claimed her maidenhood for herself, and she held to her with wide eyes. "It.. it hurts! It hurts!" She hadn't realized it would be like this, but she didn't let go of the sweet nymph, nuzzling her face against her neck as she tried to resist the pain.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

Lyrith held her position for a moment after her cock took Rosaline's cherry. She felt the woman's body tense, and ached when she cried out in pain. Lyrith clung to the woman, their breasts pressing against each other. She leaned in to kiss the woman full on the lips, her tongue tickling Rosaline's lips, tasting her. Lyrith pushed a little more, slipping another half inch into her virgin cunt. Rosaline gasped in pain.

"It will not always be like this, my flower," Lyrith purred. "Relax. Relax your body. Feel me. I'm here. Feel my arms on you, my breasts against yours, my lips on you," the nymph whispered as she kissed the human woman tenderly on the neck, the chin, the bridge of the nose. And pushed another inch inside her.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Rosaline

She held tight to her, letting out a pained groan as she kept entering her tight womanhood. She kissed with her, sighing and nodding. She couldn't focus on the pain, focusing on it would make it worse. And so she focused on all the other things, the enjoyable sensation of those nipples rubbing against eachother, of those lips moving along her neck and face, and those wonderfully soft arms around her. The pain was still there, but it was dulled, lessened.

"Will.. will it stop hurting soon?" She closed her eyes, pressing her lips against Lyrith's again and kissing her passionately. She was trying to force the pain out, a futile task, but she did her best. Her palms pressing tight to that back and she herself arched her hips, forcing another inch or so into her body.

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

Lyrith's heart went out to the girl as she asked about the pain. "Yes, my sweet. It shall. Just remember, it's all in your mind. You are becoming a woman, and leaving your childhood behind. Of course it will hurt, but the joys to come soon after will be worth it." Lyrith pushed again, this time managing two inches before feeling the princess' body clamp down on her cock.

The princess was covered in a light, glistening sheen of sweat now. Lyrith dipped her head to lick at a pool that had formed in one of the hollows in her neck, then at the beads that had risen on her chest before turning back to her lover's gaze.

"If you need to... scream. No one will hear us, my rosebud."

With that final promise, Lyrith forced the last three inches of her cock home, eager to be fully within her royal body and to give her time to adjust to the change.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Rosaline

Tears welled up in her eyes as those last inches entered her and she let out a scream, arching her back as she let the pain be realized in a more oral form. She held tight Lyrith the Nymph and whimpered, not letting go of her, not wanting to. The pain was terrible but she knew that now she was a woman, even if that bastard Prince caught her, he wouldn't have the luxury of claiming her as his own. But she felt so close to this Nymph, a beautiful, ethereal fey, creature.

Soon, the pain began to subside, she let out a sigh as she lay still, not wanting to stir a retreating pain. She began to moan, finding a source of pleasure in the moment of loss and gain, focusing every iota on it. "I'm yours."

 

[Pywakit]

Lyrith

The urge to start thrusting, to truely fuck the tight not-quite-virgin body below her was so bad that Lyrith could practically taste it. Yet she held off, allowing Rosaline to adjust and accept the changes in her body. As she did, Lyrith continued kissing her, and reached up to run her willowy fingers through the princess' hair.

"And I, yours," Lyrith replied to her. "Take your time, my blossom, and let me know when you are ready to continue. Once the pain is gone, only pleasure remains to be harvested from your body. I shall be the plow, and you the field in which my seed shall come to rest. When you are ready."

A thought occured to Lyrith then, and she spoke in a soft whisper. "I cannot impregnate you, my blossom, without preparing myself with lengthy ritual. The fey are not human, and we bear children in other ways. What we do now is not to build a family, not to bear an heir. It is purely for us. Do you understand?"

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Rosaline

She nodded, "Yes.. I understand." She ran her fingers through the lustrous hair, enjoying the kisses as her pain dissappated. "I.. I'm ready for you." Almost immediatly the Nymph began to take her Princess. She gasped and wrapped her legs tightly around Lyrith, running her hands across that back. At first it hurt, of course, but the movement began to become more and more enjoyable, every thrust bringing a bit more pleasure with it.

They rocked back and forth on the grass. The Princess laying underneath the Nymph who was consummating their wonderful union. This lovely Nymph had taken her maidenhood, her virginity, and she would forever be close to her. She only wanted more and more of that wonderful pleasure. "Yes.. don't.. don't stop!"