What Lies Beneath The Water.(closed thread)

[Adara Willows]

It was a hot night in Alvin’s woodland clearing. Deep below the waters of her pond, the water nymph lay on the soft sand, looking at the three moons fare above in the sky. It was so beautiful here. So peaceful… so utterly boring. How she wished a toy would come along for her to play with. The last had been nearly 8 decades ago and though he was fun, he grew old to soon. Humans were so frail and the last one was so very easy to suduce. Oh how she wished for another though.

 

[Geryon]

Darrigan led his horse quietly through the moonlit woods. This forest was old, he knew. The large trees loomed over him on all sides as he made his way through the sparse undergrowth. He had been travelling for weeks now, his last glimpse of human settlement over three days past. The night was uncharacteristically hot, and the knight had his armor slung over his companion's back. He felt almost naked without it, but despite his sense of vulnerability, it was too hot and heavy for woodland travel.

Darrigan ran his dirty fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, considering stopping here for the night. Many trees had astonishingly large roots at their base, and would provide adequate shelter. Ahead, though, he spotted a thinning in the woods. As he drew closer, the treeline was clear, even in the silvery moonlight. Curious, he led his horse out into the clearing.

A clear pond covered a large portion of the cleared ground; a shimmering quicksilver lake under the three moons blazing in the clear night sky. Guiding his fatigued pack animal to the water's edge, he unburdened the creature as it drank. Crouching beside it, Darrigan scooped a handful of the cool water into his face, rinsing away days of the grime accompanying hard travel. Silver ripples danced across the water's surface, and Darrigan sat heavily on the soft earth, lazily dabbling his fingers in the water.

 

[Adara Willows]

Avlin heard the footsteps of the large creature being lead by... what was this? Had the God's thrown a scrap of meat her way?
Silently the water nymph watched the man and beast approach and her excitement dulled slightly. The last time a toy came baring armor he had been very large a green. He had tried to play rough and she had punished the ogre for it by droning him in her depths. Although.... this one was not green, and although he polluted her waters with his dirt, it was not the oil that had taken her decades to clean out, it was sweet and salty.
As she came closer still, Avlin was pleased to see that he toy was human. Over the centuries she had many toys: elves, humans, even a few dwarves but the human's were her favorite. The seemed to fight the hardest to resist her with only gave her more pleasure when the finally gave to her wantings.
As the human dipped his figures into her cool, clean waters, Avlin couldn't help herself. She silently came to the waters edge, showing her beautiful face just below the surface, her long black hair flowing behind her. She kissed his figure tips then smiled up at her new toy.
Although it was the same as all the rest, his reaction still startled her and this made her giggle. A slight breeze blew thru the clearing carrying the sound of her musical titter with it.

 

[Geryon]

As Darrigan stared off, immersed in his own thoughs, he felt something warm press against his fingertips. Glancing down, he was shocked to see the beautiful face of a woman. Staggering back with a cry of surprise, he sat on the grass wondering if he was hallucinating. Slowly creeping back to the water's edge, he peered cautiously into the depths, the woman's tinkling laughter making his head swim. There, just below the crystal clear surface, was the most beautiful face Darrigan had ever seen. The woman seemed to float effortlessly, reamining suspended in the water without causing a ripple, her body still except for her slight tremors of laughter.

 

[Adara Willows]

Avlin could hear the beating of his heart as it sped up with surprise. This excited her more. Slowly she surfaced, just her head left the water at first but slowly as if she climbed out of the water on a stairwell that didn't exsist, the water nymph came to inspect her new toy. As her body left the water, the mooning that sparked on her wet skin stayed, creating a silver dress that hung tightly on her perfect little body.
Slowly she walked around the knight, licking her lips as she inspected every inch of him. "Do you speak Elven?" she asked in the anchent language of the treefolk. Her voice was sweet and each of the words echoed quietly thru the trees.

 

[Geryon]

Darrigan stmbled backwards as the strange woman began to circle him. He managed to find his feet and stood, a bit clumsily. He had seen strange things in his travels, but never anything like this. The shimmering gown hugged the curves of the girl's body in a very intriguing fashion, but Darrigan was too startled to notice.

"Do you speak Elven?"

The words floated around in the knight's mind for a moment before arranging themselves into something comprehensible.

"Yes..." he grated, eyeing the nymph cautiously, "but not for a very long time." In contrast to Avlin's sweet voice echoing through the darkness, his own syllables fell flat against the surounding forest, his accent marring the light, musical sound of the Elven language.

 

[Adara Willows]

Avlin giggled again. He was so well built. Such men sometimes thought they were stronger than her. They had always been sadly mistaken.
Between his accent and his rough voice, he almost seemed to butcher the smoothflowing language. The nymph cringed as he spoke.
She curcled him one more time, this time letting her fingure run along his broad shoulders. Avlin could feel the warmth of his skin thru his tunic.
She finally stopped infront of him, posing slightly to show of her curves, "Than do you speak common perhaps?" she asked with a giggle. The breeze picked up again, blowing her silver gown tightly around her and moving her hair from her face.

 

[Geryon]

Darrigan recoiled slightly from this strange creature's touch. Her finger felt cool, almost cold, even through his clothing. Despite the fact she had, as yet, made no hostile moves, the knight was still suspicious. He did ease slightly, however, when she was in front of him again, keeping her chilling touch to herself. He eased enough to appreciate the enticing curves her stance presented.

"Of course I speak common," Darrigan said, "but enough games. What are you?" The knight's eyes slowly slid up the woman's slender body, her strange garb hiding little from his gaze against the fitful breeze. He detected little to distunguish her from any other human, but Darrigan knew no humans who could perform such tricks in any puddle.

 

[Adara Willows]

Avlin giggled again. This new toy would be a challenge. He did not want to melt in her at her touch like so many others. What fun he was going to be.
"Blunt, aren't we. Very well. I am a νύμφη. I had seen many centuries before the Age of Dreams. And you have trespassed in my sacred water." She took a step closer as she spoke softly. Even though her words were blunt, she spoke them sweetly with a smile. Oh how he excited her.
"And what are you my trespasser?" she began to circle him again. "You are clearly human..." she ran her hand gently along the small of his back as she passed. "But you are no herdsman, nor a hunter or ranger."

 

[Geryon]

"I am a knight." Darrigan said quietly, the chill from the woman's touch spreading through his lower back, becoming a pleasant tingle. "A blademaster for a King whose name you've never heard, from a kingdom you've never seen..." Before the Age of Dreams? How old would that make the woman? Darrigan was suddenly very aware his blade was strapped to his horse, grazing a short distance away. If this pond witch had survived since long before the Dreams, how safe could a lone knight wandering in a strange land be? In his experience, trespassing was not something to bring out the best in people. "I have been travelling for months... I was stopping here for the night. I would have been gone before sunrise, but if you wish me to move on..."

 

[Adara Willows]

Alvin giggled and took a step closer. She had no intention of letting her toy go. "I can't let you leave yet, Sir Knight. For you see I am so terrible bored." she said as she placed a hand on his chest the other slipping her hand into his. "Will you tell me a story, Sir Knight?" she asked softly, coming even closer to him.

 

[Geryon]

Strange though this encounter was, Darrigan felt inexplicably calmed by the woman. Her cool touch washed over him as her hand lighted gently on his broad chest. He felt her fingers slide into his hand, and made no protest, his mind beginning to wander dreamily as he felt her soft body press against his own. Of their own accord, the knight's free hand reached around into the small of Alvin's back, pulling her still closer.

A whicker from his horse suddenly pulled Darrigan back into reality. He released Alvin and stepped back quickly, a snarl threatening to leap across his face.

"I am no bard, woman." He growled, "I have no stories that would interest someone like you."

 

[Adara Willows]

Alvin shook her head sadly. "But this is not true, for I see in your eyes pride in your first battle. I see loyalty to your fellow knight.... I see the lust of your first woman. And I want to know all."
A cool breeze blew thru the clearing again and the knight's horse paniced. It reared and bolted into the darkness.
"oh,my. Does your beast always spook so easily?" the nymph giggled.

 

[Geryon]

Darrigan turned away from the nymph to face the woods, where his horse had bolted. A silent snarl crept across his features.

"I have no stories for you, witch." He still didn't know exactly who or what this woman was, and was not about to spill his life story to her, no matter the intoxicating little games she could play. The knight took a few steps away from Alvin, wondering how he would get out of here. She seemed fixated on him, for some reason. He was beginning to wonder whether this really was a place he'd like to stay the night. He also wondered whether this strange pond creature would even allow him to leave.

 

[Adara Willows]

A look of hurt crossed Alvin's face. 'Witch? Is that what you think I am?" she shook her head and walked around to stand before him. When the knight looked at her, she seemed so small and delicat. "I am an elemental nymph. This pond is both my haven... and my prison."
As she stepped closer, his large frame cast a shadow over her. As the light left, the slivery refection dissapeared from her magical gown, revieling her naked body. The knight could see everything now: her delicat little feet tiptoed closer to him, her slender legs that went on forever ending only at her perfect little pussy. Her beasts weren't to large, just a little more than a handful each. Her nipples were puerfect little curcles just begging to be touched.
"I am so very lonely." she whipsered as her body touched his.

 

[Geryon]

As the silvery light shrouding Alvin winked out, Darrigan couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and perfection of the nymph's petite body. He felt himself drawn to her, again. As her naked body pressed against him, he once again felt himself slipping down into the depths of her mind-fogging touch. He knew she was playing tricks on him again, he knew her pain was insincere, but this time, he couldn't make himself care, he couldn't pull away. Slowly, his arms enclosed the tiny nymph, his hands gliding up her cool, perfectly smooth and flawless back, holding her body tightly against his own for what felt like an eternity.

 

[Adara Willows]

Alvin placed her hands on his chest and brushed her bottom lip over his. His lips were so rough comparied to her own. She placed a soft kiss on those rough lips, pressing her body against him. His imbrase was so warm, she had missed the feeling of being held.
Her heart began to pound as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself even closer to his strong body.
Slowly she broke her kiss and whispered, "What is your name, my Knight?" her lips brushed against his as she spoke.

 

[Geryon]

"... Darrigan..." the knight whispered, already aching to feel the cool touch of the nymph's lips on his own again. Deep inside, a part of him was screaming in protest, but the rest of his being had succumbed to the seductive touch of Alvin. Slowly, his hands began roaming her naked body, his rough touch sliding across the smooth, perfect curvature of her ass as he leaned in once again, longing for just one more kiss...

 

[Adara Willows]

Alvin giggled and gave him what he desired. She let her soft lips touch his again but this time with more passion. Gently she slipped her toung into his mouth, seeking his out. The nymph pured happily in her toy's arms. She already longed for more, but didn't want to rush to fast.
Slowly she pulled away from his strong inbrase. She took his hand and led him to a patch of moss under a camipy of weeping birch branchs.
"Come Sir Darrigan. I wish to satisfy your needs."

 

[Geryon]

Darrigan allowed Alvin to lead him to the mossy patch, hesitating only once as his inhibitions tried to coax him into attempting an escape. One glance at the beautiful nymph, however, and he felt himself lowering to the soft earth beside her. The moonlight on her pale skin gave off an almost ethereal glow, every curve and detail displayed before the knight. Slowly, as he lay beside her, his rough hands snaked around her slim waist, pulling her tiny body closer to him, his lips tracing soft lines on the side of her neck.

 

[Adara Willows]

Alvin moaned softly as her toy played with her neck. She let him have his fun, fully enjoying it herself. She could already feel herself becoming wet between her smooth thighs.
Slowly, the nymph sat up, pulling the knight with her. She smiled at him then placed soft kisses along his jaw finaly arriving at his ear, 'I want you unwrapped, my knight." she whispered in elven, then giggled when it took him a moment to understand.

 

[Geryon]

The knight smiled slowly, taking Alvin's hands and placing them on his body. He guided her nimble fingers across the laces in his coarse shirt, then pulled the garment over his head. Kicking off his boots, he leaned in close to the slim nymph, again teasing her smooth neck with his lips.

"I am yours to unwrap, little nymph." He whispered softly as Alvin's hands rested on his bare, muscular chest.

 

[Adara Willows]

Alvin giggles, enjoying the knight attention. The touch of his lips on her neck gave her shivers of antisapation, his body so close to hers made her burn with desire. Slowly her body temperature started to raise.
The nymph slipped her hands down his hard stomich and undid his trousers. She softly pushed him onto his back. He didn't went willingly so she didn't have to use any strength at all.
Alvin knelt beside him and pulled the last of the knights garments off with little effort.
The water nymph let out a soft gasp and then smiled at the size of her newest toy's weapon. it was larger than she had seen on a human. "My, you come well armed ,don't you Sir Darrigan."
With a light touch, she ran a fingure between him balls then up is long shaft to the head of his cock.

 

[Geryon]

"My, you come well armed, don't you Sir Darrigan." The knight squirmed under the nymph's teasing caress, enjoying even this barest touch.

"I find it important to be ready for anything... that includes being well armed." Darrigan said huskily, leaning up in an attempt to steal another kiss as Alvin's fingers continued to trace invisible lines across his stiff member. The water nymph's cool touch excited him more than he expected, and the more she teased him the more the dark knight felt a burning desire to have those slim fingers wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. In truth, though, he wondered whether her small hands would even fit around his girth. The thought of where else he would have trouble fitting his weapon sent shivers of anticipation through Darrigan's body.

 

[Adara Willows]

Alvin giggled and kissed him softly as she placed her hand on the head of his cock, rubbing it gently. She pulled back and smiled. "Tell me.... " she whispered, her owrds swimming in his clouded mind, " tell me about your first woman." before he could protest she giggled again. She leaned down and licked the head of his hard member. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him, "Please tell me Sir Darrigan." she pleaded.