Few people knew about Asterope until very recently. Asterope was a cave nymph and like all of her kind she wasn't so much borne as simply manifested. The cave she spawned in was a yawning maw forged from a river that flowed right into a mountain face. When she had first appeared the cave had been a wicked and toothy grin of stalagmites and stalactites home only to bats, the odd river fish, moss and bugs that liked chill dark places. 


This was reflected in her very being. for the most part she looked like a small woman no taller than two foot at the very tip of her pointed bat like ears that sat atop her skull. Her eyes were shiny black pools like the deep grottos where the water pooled. Her skin was grey as mountain stone. Her arms and legs were fuzzy with soft mossy green fur. Her fingers and toes ended in claws like a bats. When she felt like it, her arms became bat-like wings and she could take flight. Her hair flowed like the river current down her back and glistened like fish scales in the lights. like the stone which bore her into the world she was filled with magic and had an affinity for gemstones and precious metals. 


Like all nymphs Asterope lived to cavort with her kind spreading joy and extolling the wonders of nature untouched, But that was never to be. Asterope had yet to master walking on her own two feet when Humanity arrived at the cave. At first just a couple, Two quarrymen and a lone architect. They stumbled on the cave of the mouth and saw something worth more than gold, opportunity. The set to work pounding, digging and packing and scraping until the floor and the walls and even the roof of the cavern was smooth. They diverted the river's flow into a dozen or more channels. They drove the bats to flight and sent the insects scurrying to deeper darkness. They scooped up the moss and piled it high in a corner to turn into fertilizer. More came day after day, they carved homes into the living rock, they knocked out the mountain's toothy grin and replaced it with an iron portcullis. The humans made roads down the mountain side and bridges crossed the river until there was a whole city inside the mountain. 


Mountain Hollow the humans named it as Asterope sat alone aghast at what they had done. It had taken her years to grow to truly be aware of what they had done and of all the sisters she would never know. Because now the land was tamed, it belonged to the humans. There would be no nymphs born to this cavern for the magic of wild nature was gone. Asterope was alone now and forever and the humans had done it without a thought.


So she decided to take revenge, to drive the humans from their homes and let nature retake this place. It took some time and a great deal of practice but the nymph tormented the village for decades with cursed trinkets of gold silver and all things that glittered made by her hand. She had stripped men and women alike of the ability to have children, driven them to madness, cursed them with insatiable hunger or thirst, gifted them sickness and driven them to acts of violence. It was their own greed that got them she would have told anyone who asked. That had been the way of it until just over a year ago now.


Asterope was a nymph and like all her kind she did not age and that meant she was slow to see change. For years and years the humans had suffered her cursed trinkets unsuspecting but that only lasts so long. Almost fifty years ago a passing adventurer had identified the large amount of cursed items on display and raised the alarm. About ten years ago the people of Mountain Hollow put together that the steadily rising number of cursed items was not being brought into the city but manufactured here. Five years ago they determined that the magic was not of human making. Two and a half years ago every non-human capable of magic was forced from the city. Finally they spotted her as she had laughed at a girl who got a curse that made her hideous to her lover. 


Asterope had no way of knowing that the woman she cursed was the Mayor's daughter. Even if she had known it wouldn't have made much difference to her as the nymph couldn't be bothered to tell one human from another. Her goal was to punish all the humans of Mountain Hollow for leaving her an only child so even she had known she would have done it anyway. Never minding the fact that the humans who had wronged her were generations gone. Asterope gave little or no thought to the notion that the humans had not even known she existed. There was no reasoning with her desire to avenge herself.


The poor girl had been married only hours before. Her gentle golden hair which fell so neatly about her shoulders had turned a shocking purple that waved in the air of its own accord. Her skin pale as alabaster stone and soft as a lamb's ear turned green and grew over with sharp crystals. Her soft lips had been pierced as she grew two long thick heavy tusks that stretched her jaw clear down to her neckline. Her once bountiful breasts withered like grapes in the sun leaving only rippling muscles. As her dress fell away it was revealed that she had been rendered neither man nor woman as indicated by the smooth flesh across her groin.


Tragedy was only averted at the last second. The girl was about to be killed, mistaken for a Troll when her fiancé intervened. With the help of a band of adventures the young girl was returned to her former state  but the curse as much as its cure had left her barren. The whole town was outraged because it was widely known that she wanted little more from her life than to be a mother.  


So the towns folk had set out scouring the streets every nook and cranny scoured and blocked off with iron fillings to make sure she could not return to hide there later. Of course they couldn't catch her, A nymph could only be snagged by her sisters or a swift satyr. That was true of all nymphs no human could hope to snare one with mortal means. no creature not of the Fey race could hold her no matter what net or snare they may lay. 


Which was why it was incredibly upsetting for her to find herself tangled in a net of softly glowing rainbows. the net was of magic that much was clear what galled her was that the magic had the touch of the Fey race upon it because otherwise she would be able to over power it. Asterope found herself in the grip of a young lady. Her hair was not so much white as it was every hue of the rainbow. Her eyes likewise were a kaleidoscope of hues and shades her skin was soft pale as the wool of a fresh washed sheep.


"oh what a little terror you have been to these people." The woman said her voice was soft as silk. "What has made you such a menace?" She asked, holding the Nymph with the ease of a parent holding a newborn babe. "Oh I see it now, you are all alone here... How sad."


Asterope sneered at the tone she was long done feeling sorry for herself and was determined to be spiteful about things instead. The nymph planned to spit on the strange woman but then the strange lady clutched her to her breasts stroking the back of her head. Asterope was confused she had never once in her life received anything like sympathy or affection but she knew she was not being attacked.


"Nymphs aren't meant to live on their own..." She whispered her voice so tender as it touched on a pain Asterope buried deep down. "No, you need someone to take care of you." Asterope agreed with tears welling in her eyes as she knew that no one would ever be there for her. "Would you like me to do that for you?" 


"You'll take care of me?" Asterope croaked out with tears filling her eyes and a heavy sob trying to break from her. "Do you mean it?"


"Of course, I know just where you need to be." The strange woman said as she shifted the nymph down her body. It was only as the Nymph found herself between the lady's legs that it occurred to her that humans, even half ones normally wore clothes. Then the wings spread bright crystal white feathers. The angel smiled as she pushed Asterope's feet into her sex. The nymph felt concerned but not afraid. It was like the dancing colors of the angel's being were keeping her so as her legs were drawn into the angel's pussy. It was warm and damp and the feeling was spreading up her legs bit by bit. It felt wondrous. The nymph cooed as unknown pleasure walked up and down her body, she felt strangely good reasons she couldn't grasp. If Asterope had ever bothered to indulge her nature and masturbated she might have recognized the fact that her body was building to an orgasm. The nymph wiggled her wings flapping as she tried to force more of herself into the Angel who held her steady as she pushed her into her sex. Asterope came her whole body going rigged as she felt the blissful feeling for the first time as her hips were swallowed up. As if that acceptance was all the angel had been waiting for her sex pulled the rest of the nymph into her body. The Nymphs torso pressed in and her arms tucked into the angel's sex before her head was engulfed. Asterope got one last look at the world through the opening of the angel's pussy before her world was darkness. 


Everything was warm and damp for Asterope. She couldn't recall where she was it was dark and she couldn't see outside. She could occasionally hear a voice she couldn't tell what it was that was being said but could feel it was kind. Time was a thick fog for Asterope, it always had been but it was more so now. She slept for days at a time, content to simply be. Then something changed and there was pressure. She was being forced out of this warm safe space and then suddenly it was bright and cold. Her discomfort lasted only a moment warm arms wrapped about her and soft skin pressed against her cheek as the human woman held her tight. In her mind the name of the strange woman drifted as the former nymph settled back to sleep in the arms of her mother. Asterope the nymph was gone and now there was Aster named for her new mothers favorite flower and the angel that had given both an answer to their misery.