5 comments/ 8566 views/ 0 favorites Legend Of Mystic Forest Ch. 01 By: chezcubby1 I have been reading the stories of Mystic forest and the legend of the lost princess. It is rumored that she appears during the times of full moons and some have been trying to prove that it is just an old folk tale that started back in the 1800's. I have been retired for about 7 years and decided that I needed a change in my life. I have always loved mountains and the forests and the beautiful rivers, streams, and lakes. I also have a thing for taking pictures of nature in the wild. So after reading these stories I had hired a realtor to find me a special place, I planned on moving to the area. I was looking for an A-frame style log cabin; and when the realtor called me back with the perfect house; I bought it. After selling my home, I packed everything and off I went not even sure what I would find there. I just felt I had to move there. After moving in I set up my dark room then went about getting the house settled. Later I went into town and started to introduce myself around. In the small library in town I found an article about Mystic forest. It's been five years since I moved to the small town in Connecticut. It was a beautiful little place close to the forest and a wonderful little river. The A-frame house I bought had a huge bedroom loft including a balcony with a hot tub and the most beautiful view. As the sun was setting there was a magnifcent view of the forest from my balcony. The golden glow from the sun made the changing colors more majestic while the seasons changed from summer to fall. After getting everything unpacked and somewhat settled I knew I had to get out and get some fresh air. I decided to take a hike into the forest. In the quiet countryside there was an undisturbed tranquil paradise where the floor is mossy green. The sky was a wonderful pale blue, and the sun's rays filtered through the trees like a shining halo. There was that wonderful aroma of pine and oak as it drifted like perfume over the earth. As I stood there I got a feeling for the mystery that lingers in the air, in this beautiful garden called nature. During autumn the great forest's leaves start shedding their majestic summer green for the vibrant hues of yellows, oranges, rusts, and reds. Their fiery boldness a breathtaking view against the wonderful blue of the sky, all the magnificent hues look like a painters palette of beauty. I slowly turned to see the most magnificent buck standing in a small clearing. He was truly the prince of the forest, he held his crown of antlers high and proud. The multitude of points on his rack indicated to me that his strength and wisdom must be great to have enabled him to have seen so many of these beautiful autumns and to have also grown such a crown. As I walk through the patches of sunlight, there are no sounds or any sight of the little creatures that roam the forest. Sitting down on an old tree stump, I stay quiet as I can. The creatures that dwell the land start to come out and scurry about. Some playing, while others just coming out to enjoy the beautiful warm day. The birds start to sing sweetly; love songs to their mates; as others start to chirp what seems to be a warning. The butterflies waltz around the trees and flowers and glide on the soft breeze that flows through the forest floor. I notice the buck again but this time he has a few little does and they begin to prance in the open fields of the glen running and jumping. Suddenly, I think I see something strange. There's a woman out in the field also and the little does walk up to her without any worries. The majestic buck walks over to her and bends his head down like he is bowing to her. All of a sudden I sneeze and when I look back up they are all gone. How did they all get away so fast? As I start to walk back I look at all the blossoming flowers as they are creating a beautiful rainbow of vibrant colors in the grass. It's a heart warming scene and it made me feel at peace, like everything good was there. There was not a hint of the ugliness of man or of the industrial world. The beauty of the forest flourishes with all it's glory like one gorgeous painting but it's beauty is not seen; but felt in your heart and soul. As the sun is setting I make it back to the road to the little village where I now live. The darkness moves slowly over the forest like a curtain closing out the window's view. The mystery is even more prevalent then during the daylight. While I walk back to my new home with the sunset at my back, I could feel the warmth of the golden rays of the sun. In the graying of the night before me is a crescent moon, its lustrous beams just start covering the meandering river, as birds songs fall silent in the cover of darkness. At the foot of the steps of my house I stop to inhale nocturnal forest scents, aroma's like that of lilacs and wild flowers, or of fresh fallen rain or the aroma of freshly cut fields of grain. The air this night is cool, crisp, and fresh making me drowsy like the open air did when I was a child. Up in the I loft stripped off my clothing then went out and sat in the hot tub watching the night sky and listening to the quiet that surrounds me with such peace and tranquility. All of a sudden I hear a faint sound almost as if an angel or maybe a fairy princess is singing softly into the delicate breeze flowing onto my balcony. It's as if its trying to comfort the meek animals of the forest. It's at this time I decide I have to take a stroll through the forest one night during a time when the moon is full and bright. As I look out into the forest I see the mist drifting unhurried from the river around the umbrella-like willow tree. While I am there drifting off to sleep I realize that I didn't just decide that I wanted to stroll through the forest on a night during a full moon. No it was more like having or needing to be in this forest at night in the glow of the full moon. It was as if this song I heard was calling me to the glen by the willow tree. I got out of the hot tub and crawl into bed and my dreams seem to be exotic tonight; first of that magnificent buck; then of this mysterious woman in the glen. Finally of the beautiful song I heard just before drifting off to sleep. When I awake in the morning I pull out my cameras and load one with infrared film to take photos of the forest at night under the full moon. Hopefully I will be able to capture this beautiful mysterious woman of the forest. The Princess of the Mystic forest. As I start my afternoon stroll into the forest; I know that this night is the first night of three; what the farmers call a harvest moon. It is this night that I plan to stay out late to see what happens in the mystical forest. I slowly and quietly walk into this nature preserve that's alive with some of nature's beautiful wild life. I start by taking a few pictures of bumble bees and butterflies and sweet little hummingbirds. They flutter and bounce from flower to flower, collecting the sweet nectar of the fresh blooms flowering in the wake of the early hours before nightfall. The incandescent blossoms with an aroma so sweet that their fragrance can be enjoyed miles away as the wind carries it swiftly around the countryside. As the sun was setting there was a magnificent view of the forest from my balcony. The golden glow from the sun made the changing colors more majestic while the seasons changed from summer to fall. In the cool evening shadows, I make my way to the open glen and down to the river by the willow tree. Before long the moonlight will start to caress the soft white breast of the mountain tops. Through the thick brier patches and other thickets I have finally found the glen; and as I enter the opening in the middle of this vast forest; the evening florets are just opening as if to greet me. Their velvety petals enfolded in dew moistened valley of paradise. Near the willow tree there's what look like a wooden bench carved into the giant tree. As I sit there I take more pictures, once again the buck is by the stream standing proudly. Across from him is a raccoon washing his front paws, then reaching down and picking up a fish of some sort and eating it. A black bear as it waddles down to the stream and all the while my camera is clicking away until that roll of film is empty. Sitting there quietly I get my other camera out and prepare to shoot some night pictures. I watch silently as the twilight sky slowly takes it's place silently on the tails of the beautiful golden sunset, filling the sky with a relaxing tranquil darkness. The sweet aroma surrounding me is enticing my senses. The blossoms of the twilight evening; each single bloom; brings a soft fragrance to the isolated darkness of this forest. As the night brings outs the full moon, its lustrous beams cover the meandering stream. The birds songs fall silent as the sky turns a dark satin blue and the stars slowly light. Here in the glen I sit, watching the trees uncover the hidden trail that is only seen in the moonlight's glows. I light a small campfire by the stream and wait, not sure if anyone or anything will appear. The stream's water rippling moonlit trails, as the mist slowly lifts off the surface. I hear soft singing coming from upstream and from the mist she appears, slowly coming to where my fire is blazing. As her canoe lands on shore near the campfire she emerges out of the mist, clothed in a hooded cloak covering her face. But even in the moonlight I can see her soft alabaster skin as it fills my eyes with her soft, tender beauty. I take a couple more pictures of her; then lower my camera because all of a sudden that magnificent buck is behind me; huffing onto my neck with each click of film I take. Slowly setting the camera behind the stump I turn back to this beauty of a woman walking towards me. I wonder if any man's eyes has ever known or seen such beauty as her on this starlit night. Slowly she drifted across the space of the glen, like the moon drifts across the dark void of sky and as she came closer to me she lowered the hood. She stood in front of me looking into my eyes, then with one swift motion she waved her hand and the buck gave one more huff of air on the back of my neck before turning and leaving. I knew he wasn't going to be far away, her origin was obvious. She was created by a god who gave her such beauty that she was perfection. Never before in all eternity, had the heavens found the mold of the perfect woman. Her features are soft and tanned; her long blonde hair flowing in the gentle breeze; like amber waves of wheat swaying in the fields of golden grain. Her eyes like that of the crystal blue of the Topaz gem and holds the beautiful constellations of the universe. As she stares into my eyes it feels as if her look flows down the path right into the heart. Her smile is beyond beauty; warm, caring, and loving, I believe that she would be able to thaw the streams of winter's ice, and to rekindle the flames of a lover's heart. She speaks with soft-spoken words, which seem to make her whispers sail lightly in the wind. She takes my hands in hers, and slowly starts to walk backwards towards the campfire. She softly whispers to come sit with her by the fire, and I follow. I try to tell her my name but she puts one of her soft fingers to my lips, not yet she whispers again. She slowly unties her cloak and starts to take it off. I reach around to take the cloak and fold it, setting it down where she will be sitting. I look at her, she is wearing a sea foam colored lace dress that enhances her neck and face. It covers her breasts but there is an oblong cut-out that exposes some of her cleavage and her alabaster skin. It tapers down to show her hour glass figure, then flows softly down her legs to the ground. We sit by the fire facing each other, just looking into each others eyes. She reaches forward and touches my face letting her hands cover it and feel it as if she were blind. She runs her hands through my hair, then back to my face touching every inch. In this forest of mystical starlight and magic, we sit silently looking and touching each other. Every time I try to say something she hushes me, asking me not to speak. I look around and see all the baby animals coming and sitting next to her. She whispers to me that as long as I am quiet they well stay here with us. I nod my head and she talks to them, telling them a sweet little story. The fire has died down and I start to get up. She tells me to stay there and I sit back while she gets wood. Coming back, she puts a couple of fallen tree limbs on the flames kicking up some of the embers and it looked my tiny fireflies as the flew up and went out in the cool breeze. She started telling her story again and as I listened I thought of the dreams and fantasies I used to have as a child. The wind rustled through the grass and the wildflower that surrounded us. I inhaled deeply, smelling the wildflower and a hint of lavender. I looked over at my princess and she just smiled, took my hand in hers and pulled me closer to her. I got up slowly so I didn't frighten her little guests and sat next to her as she spoke to her furry little friends. She laid her head on my shoulder and her soft blonde hair felt like silk against my face. I thought to myself, Heaven above could only be as bright as our night in this forest of wonder. This lady who touched my heart with her magical touch. My princess a guardian angel who protects her beloved animals with her love. And if there's a heaven then it is here in her forest, in her magical realm of passion. As the moon slowly starts to fall behind the mountain tops and the start of the dawning of a new day she begins to sing. I was tired and seeing this she softly laid my head onto her lap. As her soft, sweet voice hypnotizes me, I fall asleep in her lap. I awake in the morning and she's gone. I start to wonder if maybe this wasn't a dream, there's no sign of anyone one else being here with me. How could she get away without waking me? Was she really there? Why wouldn't she let me speak or introduce myself to her?' Shaking the cob webs out of my head I picked up my cameras and smile, I will know if she was here. Hurrying back to my house I go into the dark room to develop the pictures. As the film develops I can see the vibrant colors of the flowers, the magnificent buck, and the fox puppies. I see the beautiful colors of the changing of the seasons in the leaves of the trees. I start to smile as the last pictures start to develop and I can see the canoe coming through the mist. Then a shadow as she walks from the shoreline towards the campfire and to my surprise I actually have a picture of her face and those beautiful topaz eyes. I take the negative and make a larger copy of her face so that I will be able to look at it. Next time I will give her a copy of her magnificent buck and the picture of her. Legend Of Mystic Forest Ch. 02 When I was through developing the film I looked at some of the best pictures I had ever taken. Putting the photos of my mystical princess aside, I went into town and showed them to the local newspaper. To my delight, they bought a few of the pictures to print in the next day's paper. Mr. Darby; the editor; told me if I got more pictures he would like to see them. He offered me a job as a photo journalist; and seeing as I wasn't really doing anything; I decided to take him up on his offer. A hand shake was our contract and our deal was signed. While leaving the newspaper office, I heard gun shots coming from the forest. Going back in the office, I inquired about it and Darby told me it was hunting season. There were a few people trying to get the big buck that reigned in this forest. I prayed that no one would kill this magnificent creature. Thinking about the wonderful evening with this mystical Princess of the forest, I decided to take a long stroll in the afternoon. I wanted it to be alone with my thoughts of her. I found my thoughts and memories very mystifying and tantalizing. It was so incredible that the heavens had chosen to give me a harvest moon. A moon of a honey yellow; vibrant and warm, it gave me this incredibly sensuous feeling. I had felt extraordinarily exotic, as it brought a wonderful deep feeling to my hollow, empty soul. Stimulating me, erupting my spirit into thousands of tiny fire works. I wanted to run down the hidden path to her, so I might be able to touch her tender soul once again this very day, for it is her heart that nurtures the beauty of nature. During the day her soul is hidden from me, but I wonder if she can feel the gentle breeze whispering to her like I whispered last night. Now; as the cloak of darkness sets upon us again; I wonder if she can hear me whispering to her. Images of her have been seducing my mind and I feel enchanted by the harvest moon. I will make my way around the black of night, towards the dawning of a new day and hopefully to her. During the next few nights I go out to the glen in hopes of seeing her and talking to her. I am hoping to find out her name and where she lives, but it is all quiet. I don't even see any of the tiny animals around and there is no sign of the magnificent buck. I can only pray the hunters haven't found him. Walking back to my home I look up at the moon, crescent shaped and dimmed by the mist of the river. The glow on the river is a golden hue and looking up I gaze at the Big Dipper. Finding the Little Dipper, I think of her eyes as the stars. They twinkle in the black satin sky as I stand in the midnight glow of the crescent moon. My eyes look into the vast night sky, highlighted by the tiny little sparkles of light. The cool breeze is soft and gentle, sending chills over me. The water flowing over the fallen trees and rocks splashes softly against the shoreline. There's the incredible aroma of jasmine filling the air as I close my eyes and I go back to a time where there was happiness and joy and love in my life. The feelings she has brought back to my soul, my heart, feelings that have been missing for too long. I walk home, listening to the nightingale softly sing its beautiful song long into the night. It was an unseasonably warm night and as the sun was setting, the beautiful golden rays shone brightly through the trees. I watched as it set behind the snowy mountain tops. The sky turns a velvety black with hundreds of beautiful sparkling stars, twinkling and glowing brightly in the sky. I decide to go for a walk into the forest and grabbing my flash light I head out. In the distance above the tree tops there was the moon, the night of the lunar eclipse was upon us. As I watched; the moon turns a deep red; almost a purple. A few clouds seem to surround it casting an eerie image. As I start to walk into the forest, there's an owl hooting at me like a sentry in front of an army compound. It flies away and I walk through the thickets slowly so I don't fall and scare anything. In the distance I hear the nightingale singing and smell the sweet aroma from burning oak and pine wood. I start to move faster to get to the glen. I clear the thickets and go into the clearing and I see her. She is wearing a transparent flowered Chantilly lace blouse and skirt. I walk up to her and see her bright smile. I give her a hug then I touch my finger to her lips and I introduce myself. "Hi, my name is Brock Thomas and it's wonderful to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Thomas," she says with a smile. "My name is Thalia." "That is a beautiful name; Thalia; Princess of Mystic Forest, is what I'm going to call you. Smiling, she takes my hand and we start to dance around the fire. We slowly sway back and forth and I hold her gently in my arms. She lays her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes as we dance to the nightingale's song. The fire crackles, while red embers flow into the air as the wood pops. I lean down and place a soft kiss on her forehead then hear you sigh softly as your hand grasps my arm tighter. Still dancing around the fire, I look out into the dark forest. I see our shadows as they move around the fire; sometimes two shadows; then they turn into one. The singing stops and we walk over to the fire and sit down next to it and start to talk. She asks what I do for a living and I tell her I'm retired. I explain how I love to take pictures of wild life and nature. My favorites were pictures of wildlife; fox, bear and deer. But I also take photos of the streams, rivers, and waterfalls. Reaching into my pocket I pull out some of the pictures that I had taken earlier and show them to her. She looks at them in amazement, she said they look like so realistic. She tells me to meet her here tomorrow morning and she'll take me to a special place that only she knows. She gives me a stern look and says, "Put your hand on your heart and do as I ask. Sir Brock, you must promise that you will never reveal the location of my hidden playground and my home. I make this promise and I swear to God not to say a word about its whereabouts." I solemnly swear to it and hold Thalia in my arms as we look into the sky with the partial moon. Its gentle beam shines on us and we watch as it climbs higher in to the sky. The warmth of her skin enfolds me, warming my spirit as we star gaze, I pull her tighter, as she shivers in the midnight glow. Her eyes look into mine and it's like looking into the vast night sky. Thalia's light blue eyes highlighted by tiny little sparkles of light as she reaches up to softly kiss me. It felt as if a cool breeze blew softly over my lips. She gently caressed my arm, it felt like the softest water flowing over my arm. She lowers her head letting it rest on my chest and the aroma of jasmine fills my nostrils. I softly whisper into her ear as she closes her eyes, her head cuddled into my chest with the top of her head nestled under my chin. As the nightingale begins to sing to its lover in the dark of night, I softly whisper words of romance. I softly whisper words of caresses with a touch so gentle and soft as if I'm touching with soft feathers. I softly caress her fiery skin building up the hidden passions that she has checked for so long. My touch lingers and tenderly glides over her hot body like the soft breeze of the night. Does she dare open her eyes? Does she touch me back? Or does she think I am just a dream or a figment of her lonely desires? Is her imagination running away with her? Yet I know she feels my touch, my kiss. She senses my fiery desires and there in the grove by the rivers edge, she feels my warm breath along her neck. I kiss her; letting them trail down to the nape of her neck; then further. Down to the white-hot flesh between her bosoms and a sigh escapes her. I want her to give me her love of her own free will, otherwise I will just have a caged bird. After a while the love fades, the desires will die and her heart will ache for freedom. Slowly she turns to me; looking into my eyes; and at that moment I know her love for me is true. She loves me for myself and not the beautiful words I have recited to her. It's not in what I said or what I did, it was the warmth and caring she felt. Our hearts beat in rhythm, and our souls sing like a thousand angels singing in a choir in the heavenly skies. Legend Of Mystic Forest Ch. 03 After we docked the canoe on shore, we encountered a magnificent garden surrounded by a wall of green ivy and a multitude of beautiful flowers in a rainbow of colors. Out of the vines and greenery came a rush of water. It was the most beautiful waterfall I had ever seen as the water cascaded over the vines and the spray of the mist covered the flowers. They glistened as the sun rays filtered through the trees above the vine covered falls. Walking silently over to me she takes my hands into her and whispers, "Take off all your clothes, I have a special surprise to show you." I watched her as we both undressed; her body is beautiful, her legs are trim, firm and long. As she stood, her hips flared slightly up to her thin waist and flat stomach. Standing straight up her breasts were the perfect size for her body. They were firm and at this point her nipples were taut, pointing straight out from her breasts. As we stood there gazing at each other I was in awe of this beautiful woman. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and just covered her breasts. She took my hands again and we started walking slowly and carefully, stepping into the misty aura of the greenery so lush and beautiful. Barefoot, we walked along the soft mossy path, cool, smooth and refreshing. We moved effortlessly along to the edge of the falls where the only sound was the rush of the water splashing into the pond. I thought she was showing me the pond and that we were going to dive into the cold water below. There was a small trickling stream, faintly heard over the actual falls. The trees lightly rustled from the cool invigorating breeze and the butterflies danced from flower to flower. Carefully kneeling, I let my finger tip graze the water so cool and stimulating. Standing up Thalia looked at me and smiled, then we started to walk up a stone staircase that led under the falls. Walking under the water into a hidden cave I saw three pools of water, but the strange thing was the water was steamy. Walking over to the larger pool Thalia steps in as I hold her, then I follow her into the warm steamy water. There was a ledge about a foot under the water and we sat down. The water was so relaxing that Thalia cuddled up against me and closed her eyes. The sweet fragrance of the lilacs leaves me breathless, along with the warm of the three hot spring pools. Looking at Thalia I smile as I feel the soft warmth of her fingers softly caressing my thigh. Her soft, delicate touch sent my spirit soaring upward and I let my hand softly caress her leg. As I slid my hand higher, she takes my manhood into her grasp. I lean over and start to kiss her as we sat there caressing each other, the passion boiling in our souls. Our faces are glowing like the fiery embers of a roaring fire as I lift Thalia onto my lap. She gently takes my manhood and slips it into her and starts to rock back and forth as I match her rhythm. My hands hold her waist as she leans back thrusting herself onto me. Our cries echo throughout the cavern and the sweet fragrance of love fills the air. Slowly, carefully we step from the hidden cavern back into the forest of lush greenery and beautiful flowers, birds and animals. Standing on the edge of the falls above the pond, I take Thalia's hand and without saying anything we look at each other and jump into the ice cold water. As we come up gasping for air from the shock of the cold water, we start laughing. We swim over to our clothes and after climbing out of the pond Thalia hugs me. We get dressed and start our way back to the willow tree and our secret glen. I ask Thalia if she would like to come home with me but looking down she said she can't, not yet. She runs back to the canoe and I paddle away into the dark, while the nightingales begin to sing a sad melody. The sun sets and the moon rises into the black velvet sky. Every day that we meet is getting colder and colder and we know that winter will soon be here. We will not be able to see each other because of he snow and the cold, blustery wind that will soon be ravaging the countryside. As I ready myself to go and see my beautiful woodland princess, I hear the wind whipping through the tree limbs. I pick up my backpack and fill it with a plastic cover and some blankets and a double sleeping bag for when we cuddle. As I start to walk down the cold, barren path I can smell the aroma of white ash as it drifts through the forest. Knowing that my sweet princess is there waiting for me, I start to walk faster wanting to get to her as soon as I can. The path is well lit by the large luminous moon on this cold evening and as I get closer, I can hear the crackling embers of the white ash. When I come to the open glen I see the fiery red embers pop and crackle as the float into the cold night air. When I see my princess I notice that she has a half circle, hide covered lean-to by the fire to protect us from the wind. On the ground are two very large bear rugs, the one on the ground still had the head on and the other was headless and used as a cover. Next to the fire is a big cast iron pot with something hot in it and I can see the steam billowing out of the top. I walk up quietly to my beautiful Thalia and wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck softly as I pulled her close to me. She turns and smiles at me, her eyes gleam with a brightness of a thousand stars knowing that I'm finally here. " I thought you weren't going to make it tonight," Thalia says, "It's so cold and windy." Looking deep into her eyes, I say softly, "Not even a blizzard could keep me away from you tonight my darling." I take her hand and we walk over to the bear skin rugs where I quickly undress her. I get undressed myself and lift the cover for her to slide under. I lay down next to Thalia and she lays her head on my chest and softly caresses it with her soft, delicate fingers. She starts to kiss my chest with the softest, velvety kisses I've ever felt. Slowly she moves up to my neck and throat, then moves to nibble on my earlobe. I let out some soft moans while she places soft, tender kisses on my lips. I turn my head slightly and kiss her back as the tip of her tongue slips and just barely touches my lips. It sends tiny shocks to my loins and she slowly moves back and lays her head on my chest again. She kisses it as her hand slides down and caresses my manhood. Slowly her hand slides up and down, then slips lower between my legs and tenderly caresses my balls. I arch my back and let a groan escape from me. She starts to slowly move down my body; placing gentle kisses on my torso and my stomach. Sliding between my legs she looks up at me and lowers her head slowly, never taking her beautiful crystal blue eyes off me. She places her soft, sensuous lips over the head and takes me slowly into her mouth. My body tenses with each lick and tender nibble and I grab onto the bear skin, clutching it in my fingers and groaning loudly. I look down and she still looking at me and I see the passionate fires explode in her wondrous eyes. Leisurely she moves up my body letting her soft velvety skin rub again mine until she is sitting on top of me. Taking my erect, throbbing manhood into her hand; she guides me to her softness; as she slowly slides down my shaft. I moan at the warmth, the moistness and silky smoothness as I enter her. As I am fully engulfed in her she arches back drawing me even deeper into her as she lets out a wild erotic moan. She starts to rock back and forth and I move to match her rhythm. Her body is like a belly dancer as we make love. Her head is thrown back and her body arched, then rolled back and forth as she moved faster and faster. I arched my back driving myself deeper and deeper into Thalia, groaning loudly with each thrust. Our bodies are on fire, like the white hot embers that were popping from the camp fire. Trying to hold back my orgasm for as long as possible I let out a growl as I explode inside her sending her into orgasmic ecstasy. She thrusts her body down on mine as she arches her back, screaming into the cold night air. Our bodies tremble, shake, and convulse as our orgasms slow and we fall back on the ground; exhausted. At some point while we are making love, the bear skin cover falls off us. It had begun to snow and as we started to calm we noticed the light snow flakes lightly cascading down on us. Thalia reached back picking up the cover; and slowly lowered herself onto me; pulling the cover along with her. She kissed me softly and curled up placing her head on my chest. We laid there in silence watching the snow fall and cover the ground with a pure, virgin white snow. I feel a tear hit my chest as my beautiful forest princess begins to cry. "Why are you crying?" I asked "Because it well be a long time before I see you again. The river will freeze soon and I'll have no way to come to you or you to me." I pick her head up and say, "We won't be apart long, I will get to you some how, that I promise." We start to get dressed as the weather is getting worse. The wind is whipping through the trees, the snow is blowing around and getting heavier. I walk Thalia over to her boat, wrap the bear skin cover around her and make sure she gets down river alright. I'm hoping that she doesn't have any trouble before getting home. I pick up my things and make my way back home in the cold, snowy night. I get home and mix myself a warm drink and get out of my wet clothes. Slipping on my robe and sitting down I hear a banging at my patio door. Going to look, I see it is Thalia and I get her inside quickly. Crying now, she begs me to let her stay here the night because she couldn't see as she paddled upstream; the snow was too bad. I take her into my arms and lead her to the bedroom and undress her. I give her one of my shirts to wear, as I take her clothes to dry them. When I came back into the room I stood there in awe as I looked at Thalia. She stands there in my shirt, the bottom just covering her thighs. Her long blonde hair is wet; her beautiful, blue eyes sparkling. I walk over to her and take her in my arms, carrying her to the couch. As we cuddle, I hit the remote and turn on the stereo. We snuggle together, getting warm as we listened to soft gentle music. As I laid there with Thalia in my arms I knew then and there I did not want to be without her in my life. Question now is how do I get her to live with me? To be continued... Legend Of Mystic Forest Ch. 04 As we sat in the window staring out into the forest, Thalia was telling me that she missed all her woodland friends. A wet, heavy snow blanketed the forest and there is a haunting silence about the land. As the sun shines down on the snow, the ice crystals sparkle with a brilliant beauty. It looks like thousands of diamonds sparkling when the snow glistens in the sun rays. It seems the forest and the land takes time in the winter to rest. There is so much nature has to do with spring just around the corner; all the plants and trees are starting to come back to life. Then there's all the activities that summer brings with it; the hot days, summer holidays on the rivers and lakes, and just enjoying the beautiful summer nights. I look at Thalia asking her if she would like to go cross country skiing through the woods. We can smell the freshness of the snow as we enter the forest. There's a peaceful silence as a light snow begins to fall, making me reminisce. As we ski across the snow covered ground we see the fresh tracks of small deer and the woodland creatures like fox, racoon or squirrel. All have been searching for food and we can feel their eyes staring at us as we ski silently pass them; acknowledging their presence. They stay quiet so they don't disturb our first day in my princess' beautiful winter forest. As we glide along the open trail, we move as one in the quiet woods on this snowy day. We approach the barren willow tree and Thalia says this is the perfect place to stop and rest. The trees are laden with snow, and the sun shines on them, casting a white icy shadow. It makes them look as if they are covered by a ghost as some branches still have remnants of ice frozen on them. As the sun warms the air, the snow begins to melt on the trees and the branches are freed of their burden of heavy snow. The branches appear to weep with the melting of the ice. It's not tears of sadness that is shed, only the acknowledgment of the changing seasons. That's the beauty of the quiet forest, as it reveals itself so beautifully. We see it; from the crisp fresh snow; to the partially frozen rivers and streams. To acknowledge the peace and quiet, is to know that we are a part of the forest. While we are resting and chatting by our willow tree, we are surprised by the magnificent buck as it walks up to Thalia and lies down in front of her. Thalia and I pet the big buck, then he sort of grunts and out come three of the cutest little fawns. They are a light brown in color and covered with white specks. They walk up to us and Thalia pulls out some carrots, and a couple pieces of the salt lick that was broken off the block that we put out for the animals for the winter. As we fed some of the carrots to the fawns a few of the smaller creatures came over to us. I watched as Thalia petted and fed all her wonderful little friends. She had such a smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes came back, I could tell she missed her woodland friends. As the sun was beginning to set I could see a little sadness in her eyes because it was time to go back to the cottage. I leaned over and whispered in her ear we'll come back tomorrow. "Ok my sweet love," she whispers back. We put back on our skis and start back, it was a beautiful site as the buck and fawns followed us to the cottage. With one last hug from Thalia, they all ran back into the forest. The golden rays of the sun and the vivid colors of pinks and reds in the night sky started to fade to gray. It turned to a satiny black with the moon coming up on the horizon and the stars starting to shine in the dark of night. Thalia looks out the door making sure her woodland friends made it back safely to the forest's edge before I take her hand and lead her to the hot tub. Silently I start to undress Thalia as the candlelight plays against her smooth ivory nakedness. Her body trembles in anticipation of the flame of my passion, the fire of my touch. I help her step into the water and she relaxes and closes her eyes as she anticipates my tender touch. I surround the rounded pleasured mounds lips and my hot tongue licks her hardened buds. I sigh deeply at her intoxicating and pleasant taste, the wonderful aroma of her skin. I yearn to feel her flesh against my flesh and I lean down to place a soft butterfly kiss against her neck. My warm breath whispers age old words of love. I get into the hot water and she leans her head against my broad shoulder, breathless with a renewed delight of my nearness. She's trembling with a desire that's barely leashed. My arms reach up behind her, my fingers entangling themselves in the softness of her long unbound blonde hair. My lips taste the salty sweetness of her neck and shoulders. I cradle her round firm breasts in my hands as my fingers tenderly caress their hardened pink buds The sound of my voice; the scent of my skin; the touch of my hands and lips are all fueling her desire to be one. Her lips meet mine and our tongues sensuously touch in time with each heartbeat. As I stand in the water she gazes unashamed at my muscled body which seemed to be created to compliment her soft womanly curves. Thalia looks at the beauty of my manhood hardened like tempered steel ready to fill the soft warmth of her yielding womanhood. My powerful arms surround her, lifting her as she glides into my lap and feels the throb of my anxious manhood. It presses against her soft rose petals, the guardians of heaven's portal. Her slender arms embrace me and she wraps her long trembling legs around me. We are face to face; lips to lips; heart against heart. Once again we are consumed completely and wantonly by our eternal fire of candlelight desires. After making love we sit in the tub for a while, until finally I take her hand in mine. She looks into my eyes with a questioning look and I whisper, "Let me caress your body with warm fragrant oils. Let me soothe your tired and sad soul." Taking her into the bedroom I slowly slip off her silk robe and tell her to lie on her stomach. I light aromatic candles; turn off the lights, and put in a CD of soft, sensuous music. As I start to caress her soft silky skin, I hear her light sigh. I lean over and whisper, telling her to just relax and close her eyes. To listen to my soft voice as I take you to far away places, maybe to a tropical isle or a mountain hideaway. I'll become one with your body; caressing your soul; never stopping to rest. As I start to caress her shoulders and back, she starts to totally relax with the sound of my voice and the soft music and massage. I hear her sigh and moan with each touch, I rub between her thighs and I can feel the warmth emulating from her womanhood. Gently turning her over, I rub across her tummy, and caress her supple breasts. I whisper again, "Your body is my canvas, my hands are my brush. But to get the perfect masterpiece as an artist I shall not rush. I will work each area of your body to get the perfect image like the great masters of the art world. I promise not to overlook any specific part, my voice and hands will make you feel like you are floating on a cloud. I will take you so close to heaven you may hear the angels sing. But your blood will be boiling as if you on fire." After I finish her massage I place soft, delicate butterfly kisses all over her body slowly moving downward. My manhood is very rigid again and I stand up and gently slide into Thalia and start to make passionate love to her. She opens her beautiful blue eyes and looks deeply into mine. Pulling me down to her, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She starts to match my rhythm, our bodies moving against each other. I feel her body tense and tremble with each thrust and she bites my shoulder causing me to lose control. I explode inside her and she locks her legs tight around my waist, pulling me deeper into her as she orgasms. Our bodies quake with passion, before I collapse on her. As her body still spasms; she kisses me; opening her mouth so our tongues may touch. She breaks the kiss and looks deep into my eyes again, smiles and whispers, "Another massage please, I need another trip to paradise."