Dearest one, why do you weep so? Oh, I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that we don't
get many visitors up in this part of the woods. And especially not ones as beautiful as you are.
But such beauty need not be tarnished by tears. So please, won't you tell me what ails you so?
Beautiful creatures need not be so troubled. Perhaps there is something I can do to help.
Don't be afraid. I am but a woman of the wood. I have no interest in harming beautiful girls
such as you. You are kin, as much as the woods is mine. Beautiful, beautiful kin. And I would
not harm you, or let any harm become of you in these woods. Not while I stand here as its watcher.
Neither I nor my sisters would. So please, pretty little thing, tell me. Whisper your woes to me,
and I will comfort you the best I can. I see you are to be wed. Usually, from the whispers I hear
on the wind, on the leaves. That is a rather joyous occasion. But I presume for you, it is not. What
troubles you so? Do you not wish to wed? No? A moment. Are you not interested in the ways of men?
Look at your blush. It is much better to have a look on you than tears. Don't be coy. But you
need not answer. The look on your face tells me everything that I need to know. You need not
worry. I of all understand the temptations of a woman. Her warm, soft flesh, her gentle touch,
her beautiful eyes and face and gaze and visage and every beautiful look of hair. You could say
I'm rather taken myself. If I'm being honest, that's what actually brought me here. You were
so stunning I couldn't help but come over and try and help you. I was always weak to a pretty face,
and there was no way I could let a creature like you merely sit there and openly weep.
So what could I possibly do to help? Perhaps I could distract you. Perhaps I could give you
an experience you've never felt before. Have you ever felt the touch of a woman? Not merely a hug
or a comforting place on the arm or a hair brushing. No, not something so innocuous,
but something closer. Her hands upon your bosom, her lips upon your neck, your shoulders,
her lips so very close to your ear, just like this. I can tell by the goose flesh rising on
your arms that this is something you've yet to experience before. But it excites you, doesn't it,
darling? Do you wish to feel more? I have so many things I could teach you, love. Many,
many things. The woods are wise, and bent not to the idle society of a man, bent not to what
is expected of women. No, in the woods we desire what we desire, and should it please us, we have
it. There is no wrongness there. So what say you? Do you wish to feel it? To feel what it's like to
be free, to feel the touch of another woman? Because I will show you, my love. I will show you if you wish it.
All you need to do is give me the word. You do, don't you? Then sit back, beautiful,
darling creature, and I will show you a world you have never known before. The world of women in the woods. You know,
you've always heard stories of triads tempting men to their deaths, luring them into the woods. Men
wish that it was them who we were after. No, they just get angry. They get angry that their women
leave with us, that they come with us into the woods, for we show them a life so much more than what they had,
so much better, freer, and I will show you exactly that, my love. So don't you worry. Just lay back, lay back upon this
stump here, and I will show you everything. Your lips are so soft. So perfectly soft against mine.
I bet they look even better, plump and swollen from my teeth. Allow me to unlace this for you.
Clothes are so unnecessary here. Look at you. So beautiful. You are perfect. Never before in all of my years,
in all of the wonders of nature, in all of the beauties I've seen, never before have I witnessed such
majesty. Not once. I am in awe of you, darling. A beautiful thing you are. Allow me to kiss you further down.
Over the curve of your breast. Right to that perfect nipple of yours. I love the way you twitch beneath me, darling,
and squirm. Is this the first time you've ever felt anyone's lips upon you like this? I'm absolutely honored.
Now, I'll go even further down. I'll keep my hand up here, cupping your breast to my thumb, trailing gently over that nipple of yours
in tight little circles, while I train my lips down further and further. Until I get to your stunning sweetness.
This beautiful pussy of yours. You're blushing again. You need not blush, darling. It's only natural.
I'll spread you open for me. Again, I am in awe. Every part of you glistening so makes me so desperate to drown in that sweetness.
If you don't mind, of course. Or maybe I'll have you ask very nicely for it. Why? Well, because I think you would look so cute begging me.
Because I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours sing out in a beg, in a mew, as I run my finger down your slit.
I want you to ask me so very nicely for it. You've had that taste of it, and now you want all of it, don't you?
And I am more than happy to give it to you. Ask. You go. You're a very good girl, aren't you? So don't mind if I do.
I'll move your thighs, darling, up onto my shoulders.
Don't worry about grabbing at my hair. Dig your nails in as much as you wish. Squeeze your thighs around me as much as you desire.
Show me how you revel in pleasure. I promise you I will not mind.
Oh, darling, darling, you're so very sweet. As sweet as you are beautiful.
How about I just slide two of my fingers inside of you? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?
To feel my fingers deep inside that little quivering posse of yours. I'll finger you as much as you like.
Oh, running my tongue along your slit. Swirling around that perfect glit of yours.
I can feel your legs squeezing around me. Does it really feel that good, love? Good.
And don't you dare muffle yourself. I want to hear you moan for me. I want to hear you scream.
I want to hear your voice echo on the trees, on the wind, on the leaves.
I want all of the forest to hear you.
Don't worry, love. Dig your fingers into my hair. Grab at my hair.
Do you like it right there? When I quack my fingers right up into you. Right there, along the walls of your posse.
Good girl. You're getting close for me, aren't you? Good. Good girl.
I want to feel you come around my fingers. I want to feel your posse twitch against my tongue.
I want to feel your body spasm and hear your voice sing. I want to witness you in utter rupture. Let it all out.
Come for me, love. Come for me. Come for me. Come around my fingers. Come on my mouth. I wish to taste your sweetness.
There you go. Good girl. Such a very good girl for me.
Allow me to clean you up properly, okay?
But I shouldn't save all the sweetness for myself, though, should I? Here. Clean my fingers for me, darling. Taste your sweetness on me.
There you go. Such a good girl, aren't you? There you go. Don't you taste so very good? You do, don't you?
Good. Not that I expected anything less from a beautiful creature like you, but you wish to taste me as well.
Well, perhaps that can be arranged. But later, for now, I have a proposition for you.
How would you like to come with me into the woods to stay? Shed your clothes of that village.
Forget about the marriage you're to be wedded into. Forget about the men who shun you, the women who shun you.
Forget about the duties that are expected of you. And come and join me and my sisters.
You are a priceless creature. You are free and beautiful, and you deserve to know that.
You deserve to act like it as well. My sisters would be very, very happy to welcome you.
Welcome you into the wood, into nature, where everything can be yours.
What do you say? Never again will you have to weep for what others expect of you.
You can simply be yourself. To desire that of which you will. To dance among the trees.
To sing. To have your beauty appreciated for what it truly is. What say you, darling?
You come with me and you'll never have to look back.
I can see that glimmer in your eye. I assure you, it is not too good to be true.
My sisters and I live deep in the wood. We take in humans from time to time.
You may not be able to live in the trees as we do, but there are a few other girls.
There is a hut, a small farmstead in the woods where you may live, where you may grow, where you may be yourself.
Where you may be free. So what say you, darling? Do you wish to join the women of the wood?
