1 comments/ 47499 views/ 2 favorites Forest Nymph Ch. 01 By: Tarnishe A bright, shocking red cardinal soared just above the think canopy of the forest. A canopy through which its vision could not penetrate, a leaf covered every square inch. This was a forest that was old and strong. The little flame of a bird came to a clearing and swooped down into it to perch on an outstretched, delicate finger. Meet Tiranya, the forest nymph, inhabitant and guardian of this forest –her forest. She curved her lips into a circle and whistled a little tune to her ruby-coloured friend and he chirped back. Tiranya giggled and the cardinal flew away to go about his daily business. Tiranya –or Tira and she like to call her self, she found her full name to sound to serious for her liking- sighed at the loss of her little bit of companionship, lay back down in the patch of sun she had claimed and slowly drifted off to sleep. When she awoke it was a few hours past midday and the sun had moved so that her patch of sun was mostly shade now. Tira rose to her feet and walked off in the general direction of the river. On her way she asked her self if she wanted to bathe there today, but decided against it. Bathing was more of a pass time for her than an act of hygiene. She loved ‘dirt’ as most people labelled it. Tira would always be more comfortable with a little soil stuck to her body, and soil is not dirty in her eyes anyways. It’s the perfectly clean forest floor. At times her skin would feel healthier when she covered herself in mud (something she simply loved to do) than when she bathed in water. There were two soft taps from her feet stepping on to the large rock at the riverbank. She cupped her hands and lowered them to get a drink. After downing the cool, fresh water she sat on her knees and began to stare into the water. Tira looked at her reflection. She looked almost human except for a few details. Her skin was unique in that it was the colour of pale wood, grain and all, which could be mistaken for human skin tones, and it was close to the texture of skin. Her skin never really tanned like humans did, even though it was exposed to the sun all day. Having nothing to wear apart from the wreaths she often wove for her hair she was always naked. She had long, wavy, black hair that reached down to her narrow hips and was streaked in places where green grass grew from her head instead. Many flowers also grew in her hair and hung down her back. Tira was built thin, lean and tall with long legs. She often thought if she held her hair up over her head she could look like a small tree with a face. Which is not to say she had a body without any interest of appearance; though Tira’s womanly curves were understated and elongated she did not lack beauty. Being a nymph she was supposed to be very beautiful, which Tira believed sometimes, though living in the forest she often felt she was surrounded with things much more striking than herself. A soft sound alerted Tira to look up from her reflection. She was quickly put at ease when she recognised the sound as her friend Nael, the water nymph. Nael came strolling down in the middle of the river her feet obviously not reaching the bottom. As she reached Tira she stopped and greeted her “Hi there, Tira.” She smiled Tira waved back to her and admired her image. She always found Nael to be very attractive. She had a very different shape than that of Tira: all full, round curves with large, soft breasts that Tira had used to sleep on while Nael was telling one of her wondrous stories of travelling. How she envied her friend’s ability to travel the world. While Nael could follow the river out to the oceans and ride the currents out to all places imaginable, Tira had to stay in her forest and never had the privilege of exploring or of meeting all the interesting people that Nael spoke of. Nael would often mention her many lovers; strong, handsome and charming men who adored her. Which would disturb Tira a bit, thinking she should love men the way Nael did. She conceded that she had used sex to convince certain men to stop hurting her forest, cutting trees or poaching or the like, and she did enjoy the feelings. But seeing Nael reminded her that she truly wanted a woman as a lover. Nael moved along her way, down the river and Tira watched her friend go. Her eyes fell to Nael’s round swaying naked buttocks and she felt herself becoming aroused. Dew formed between the petals on the flower of her vulva and the same delicate finger that had been the perch for the cardinal moved down to tickle the bud of her clit. She lied down on the cool, moist earth next to the river, spread her legs and masturbated. Two fingers on her right hand went inside of her sliding in and out, smooth and wet. Her left hand was devoted to her clit; often her thumb alone would stroke it and sometimes she would switch to rub the little nub with her index and middle finger. Tira let the feelings roll over her whole body while she moaned out loud and fantasized about making love with Nael. She pictured Nael between her thighs licking her clit and fingering her, giving her the pleasure she has always wanted from her. Tira drove her fingers on her right hand as deep as she could get them and pinched her clit tightly as her orgasm began to sprout. “Ohhh, Nael!” she groaned and the climax bloomed and hugged her entire being. Tira washed her face and hands in the river and got up to look for something to eat. The sounds of a quiet forest surrounded Tira as she walked among the trees foraging. She talked to herself about the things she would see because there was no one else to talk to. Every time Tira touched herself it would remind her of how lonely she gets but she thoroughly enjoyed it anyways. She had an overwhelming urge for sex all the time and was having to satisfy her self most often, which was on a daily basis and sometimes more than that. She would have the occasional man but months would go by without one –she really didn’t like men that much and usually could give her self more pleasure so she let most men pass through the forest without ever knowing of her existence. She’d never made love with a woman, even though she wanted to so very badly. It was rare for Tira to see even a woman and when she was lucky enough her charms that seemed to work without question on men were useless on women. The woman in question would either appear to not even notice Tira’s intentions or (on more unfortunate occasion) upon noticing she would be frightened and hastily leave her to her loneliness again. (more parts to come. I'd love all forms of feedback and suggestions of what you'd like to happen) Forest Nymph Ch. 02 This is the second chapter in this story. You may want to have read the first installment before reading this one. ***** Tira made her way lazily through the forest, looking for lunch. She knew this section of the forest -like she did any other section- well enough that she could easily have taken this stroll with her eyes closed. Step over that root, those bushes grow berries, this branch swoops low, the knot on that tree is perfect for scratching your back. She knew the route as well as she knew lines on her hand. The lithe creature came across a tree she recognized as growing fruits, Charpas to be exact and they were among Tira's favorite. A Charpa would probably remind you of an apple, but it's got skin with an orange-yellow hue and has a slightly more bitter flavour. Tira though she would climb the tree and pick a few. It would make a good meal for her. So, she grabbed on to a low hanging bough and began to scale the tree. By human standards Tira was an excellent tree climber. The superior strength of a nymph (at least for her size) and the fact that she was surround by trees and nearly nothing but gave her an advantage both in her natural aptitude and practiced skill. She had a few choice fruits already tucked under her arm when something changed her mind about eating Charpa for lunch. Though they were among her favorites she had found a fruit she would much rather pick. On a vine curling around a high branch of the Charpa tree was a ripe, beautiful, perfectly formed, Stergo. Tira had considered in the past that just as flowers designs draw bees to them, the Stergo fruit was invented to attract a nymph. Its conical yet slighty curved shape made it resemble a chili pepper but it was larger than the pepper, being about nine inches long and thick enough at its base that Tira's thumb and finger tips only just met when wrapped around it. The skin's colour also was similar to a chili pepper, though it was more like that of a tomato in its smoothness and translucency. The flesh inside was firm and crunchy, yet slighty juicy like that of a cucumber and it was sweet in some parts and sour in others. She carelessly discarded her carefully collected Charpas, casting them to the forest floor, nearly eight feet down now and reached for the Stergo. She wrapped her fingers around it and plucked it vigorously from its vine. She salivated as she brought it to her nose to smell it. But there was also moisture gathering elsewhere. This fruit not only meant food to Tira, it had another purpose and her nether lips became damp as she considered this purpose. The Stergo would enter the mouth to her womanhood before entering the mouth to her belly. Getting comfortable in a corner where one of the tree's limbs met the trunk the nymph prepared for her treat. She started to slowly lower the fruit along her body. She slid the fruit southward from her nose where it lay after enjoying its fragrance yet again. Past her nose and across her lips the fruit traveled where Tira's tongue snapped out to test the bright flavour present on the skin of this choice piece of produce. She shivered as it stroked her extended neck, intoxicated with the anticipation of pushing this nectarous tower in to her body. It bumped across her collarbone and then between her small Charpa-sized, dainty breasts. Tira veered from her generally straight path to caress the surface of her breast with the tip of the fruit. Her nipple hardened as she swirled around her areola and flicked the Stergo over the tip of her own fruit. The produce continued its homeward journey to the place that Tira felt was the place it belonged. It proceeded down over her belly, past her navel and the cute, little, white flower growing there untill it was between her thighs. Tira opened her legs and pressed the Stergo towards her pelvis. "Ahhhhhhh," Tira sighed in pure, ecstatic pleasure as her crop spread her petals and penetrated into her depths. She slid it deeper in, coating it with her own nectar. Hips rose to meet the entering thrust of the cone and then it was as far inside her as she could have it while still being able to hold the wide end in her hand. Tira held the Stergo there for a while, just savoring the sensations she felt when filled with the heavenly fruit. She spent a few minutes, completely still, so still that because she had her eyes closed she appeared to be sleeping. But the nymph was far from asleep! She felt so alive for those minutes that she spent with her cavern stretched around the wide, sloping sides of her favorite fruit. After the gentle, internal spasms stopped she knew it was time to move the cone again. She pulled it away from her center as slowly as she had pushed it towards. Outward it slid until the hungry lips of her vulva were holding just the tip of the fruit the way one holds a straw in their lips when drinking from it. As soon as it was out that far she had to have it inside her again and so she moved it back towards her core. The first half of the shaft slipped through her gateway as slowly and gently as it had the first time but then something happened. Tira saw the red of the Stergo skin behind her closed eyelids and a muffled, orgiastic, grunt erupted from her gasping throat. She forced the second half of the cone within her now spastic cavern, stuffing her cavity full of fruit. Her inner muscles alternately squeezed and released the body of the produce for many perfect seconds before her orgasm passed. "Oooommmm," was the post orgasmic sound that Tira made as she removed the Stergo from her now tender channel and rose to her feet. She stood on the bough and stretched like a cat awake from a nap. Climbing down from the tree with the treasure in her hand, her mouth watered again thinking about eating the now-enhanced morsel. She set her bottom down on the soil and looked to her treat hungrily. The first bite was always the best, the fruit's thin tip was the part of it that was most enriched with her honey-like nymph excretions. She made short work of the rest of the delicious delicacy. "Mother, that was good!" She exclaimed after finishing, feeling satiated. She had really worked up an appetite!