1 comments/ 17937 views/ 9 favorites Fantasy Forest Ch. 01 By: ksedrn9 It had been a long day on vacation -- the tour through the English countryside turned out to be less pleasant than expected, and I just wanted to get away from the crowd. It can be a challenge to detach oneself from the tour director, but when our motor coach [aka BUS] stopped for tea in a lovely little village, I opted to go for a solitary walk instead. The little inn was right on the edge of town, and the nearby forest looked cool and green and shady -- maybe I could find a likely spot for a nap on the soft, mossy turf. As I drew near to the edge of the trees, I began to hear an intriguing sound, something like windchimes, but surely, there was more of a tune... wasn't there? It sounded fairly close, so I thought I'd just see if I could find the source of the compelling music. It was odd -- looking into the trees from the outside, it seemed one could see several yards into the forest, but as one progressed deeper in, the forest seem to close in behind you. I felt a momentary sense of unease. "I should go back," I thought, but then, the music caught my attention once again. Now, it seemed, I could hear the sounds of a flute along with the chimes. As I stood and listened, I began to be acutely aware of other sensations. The light filtering through the trees took on a golden/pink hue, gilding everything it touched. The air was soft against my skin, and I could smell wildflowers and moss, and spice, and ... something else, some delicious musk that had me breathing deeply to take it in. Without realizing it, I had walked even deeper into the forest, and now, I could hear the sounds of a bubbling stream, and what sounded like sweet, tinkling laughter, which, for some reason, sent delicious tingles down my spine. I was suddenly aware that I was unaccountably aroused. My full breasts seemed to plump within the restraints of my bra, and my nipples tingled. I brushed my fingers across them, surprised to find them hard and erect. I was also surprised at the silken texture of my clothing -- the jeans and tee-shirt I had been wearing and been transformed into a flowing gown of fine translucent silk. My hair had escaped its scrunchie, and fell in thick, gold waves down my back. I could hear, for a moment, the tour leader calling my name, and, with regret, I turned to retrace my step, when I heard another voice, deep and velvety, say, "Stay." "Who's there? Where are you?" No answer, except for the sounds of the laughing, bubbling stream. Then I heard, "Ahhhhhhhh,... so gooood" in that same deep voice. I should have been embarrassed, because there was no mistaking the reason for that sound. Someone was feeling very good, but rather than feel embarrassed, I became even more aroused. I could feel the pulling in my belly and nipples with every soft moan, and my cunt went hot and wet. As I rounded a particularly huge and ancient oak, I finally saw the source of the voice, and of the earlier music. For some reason, I was not surprised to see a satyr lying on the banks of the stream, arms full of naked and nubile nymphs. One knelt between his legs, working his gigantic cock with hands and tongue, just suckling at the tip, at first, then sliding him deep down her throat. The other nymph sat astride his chest while he fingered her clit and licked her breasts. I was transfixed, and just watching all the licking and fingering and sucking, I could not help but sigh. The three all looked toward me, and with inviting smiles, beckoned me closer. Suddenly shy, I shook my head and made to step away, but then the nymphs were by my side, taking me in their arms in welcome. "Come, lady," their voices sweet and liquid, "come, come be with us." One brushed my cheek before giving me a sweet kiss. She tasted of sweet spring water, and where she brushed over my breasts the silk became damp, molding over my distended nipples. The other laughed in delight at the sight, and leaned over to suckle me through the silk. As soft as it was, the silk abraded my sensitive breasts so that my knees went weak. Somehow, I found myself lying beside the satyr, who leaned on one elbow, looking down at me. Above the waist, his skin was coppery brown over rippling muscle and sinew. His black hair was tightly curled, long enough to curl around his elfin ears and the horns on either side. Below the waist, his legs became furred, animal-like, muscular and powerful. His cock was thick and long, bestial, hairy, still glistening from the nymphs' attentions. It pulsed and bounced, along with his heartbeat. "Lady, sweet lady. We have been waiting for you to come to us today." His voice was deep and dark. His deep obsidian eyes twinkled with good humor, yet were hot and smoky at the same time. "What do you mean? How could you have been waiting for me?" "We have known you were coming since ages past, sweet lady. You belong to us." The nymphs murmured in agreement, at which, the satyr motioned for them to rejoin us. "Let us welcome you as you deserve." The satyr stood, then went to sit, leaning against the oak between huge gnarled roots, and taking up his flute, began to play the tune that had led me into the forest. The music itself moved over my now naked body, warm and soothing, yet exciting at the same time. The nymphs were one on each side of me now, and it just seemed the most natural thing to curve my arms around them, and draw them close, kissing first one, then the other. With a naughty laugh, each one took an arm and lightly pinned me to the earth. Halfheartedly, I tried to free myself, only to find that I was securely held down. I felt a little spear of fear that only made me hotter, and when one of the nymphs bent to teasingly lick my nipple with the tip of her tongue, I heard someone groan, and say, "ohhh, oh, oh, please." They felt like warm silky water flowing over my body, and their mouths were hot and wet. Each one caressed a breast, then bent to suckle me deep and hard. One lightly bit one nipple, then pulled and plucked me until I thought I would scream. Perhaps I did. Someone did. The music took on an urgent note, building to a crescendo as I came to the edge of orgasm, then subsiding, as the nymphs soothed instead of driving me over the edge. My hands were free now, and I embraced one of the nymphs, holding her close. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths. I suckled her tongue even as my hand found her breasts. They were small and neat, fitting in the palm of my hand. Her nipples were thick, and I took pleasure in rolling them, tweaking them, pulling them, before I took her into my mouth. Just as I began to suckle her, the other nymph put her hot mouth over my dripping creamy cunt. Her tongue was just a bit rough, and when she licked my clit I arched up and clutched her between my thighs. I am afraid I did bite down that other sweet titty, but laughter was the only response. The nymph's tongue was long and supple, lapping and licking and sucking my clit, then tongue fucking me. The next thing I knew, my legs were open so wide, with my knees up to my ears, and both nymphs were feasting on me, one sucking my clit while the other penetrated me with fingers and tongue, then trading off. I came and came and came, but there seemed to be no end, and the licking and sucking went on and on, until everything exploded in stars and raging fire before going black. The satyr kissed me awake, and I found that I was cradled in his arms. His hand was cupping my mound gently, and I could feel one think fingertip just flirting at the opening of my vagina. Amazingly, I was still wet, still steaming hot. I moved just a little, trying to get that finger to slide in deeper. "Calmly, now, sweeting, calmly." What was meant to be soothing, I thought, was only making me crave more. Chuckling, the satyr added, "You nearly brought the outside down upon us, shrieking as you came. It has been many an age since one had that power. They will have many a tale to tell about what they heard in the forest today." "They? You mean..." "I mean the outside world sweet lady. They are looking for you. They want you back. I do not blame them." With my head resting against his chest, I could feel the vibration of his voice as he spoke, and hear the strong beating of his heart. His chest was hard and firm. When I realized one flat nipple was near, I turned to give it a lick. I was rewarded by hearing his heart beat speed up, and finally, that thick middle finger slid inside to stroke that sweetest of spots. I was bereft when he withdrew it, and then sat me up beside him. "Lady. Attend. They are seeking you. What is your wish, sweetling? Do you want to return to the outside?" Did I? I had a life out there, a job, friends, even a lover. They had all been banished from my mind since, well, since I heard the first ringing chime and note from the flute. I still didn't really understand. Those things remembered form the outside world began to fade again as the satyr began to gently squeeze my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the rosy nipples. He did so almost absently, as though he just couldn't help himself. His voice went thick raspy as he went on. "This is a magic place, sweet lady, not often found by those outside. Most do not have the eyes to see or ears to hear, nor the body to respond to the delights in this country. You have found us. You have taken all the nymphs can give, and still, you are ready." His hands now stroked my thighs once again, and, again, as though he could not help it, his thumb delved into me. I shuddered around it, clutching tight. "You must choose, lady." He stroked in and out, in, pressing deep, out again. How could I choose, when his fingers plied my clit as they did? How could I think with his thick thumb pressing inside me? His hands froze suddenly, and our eyes locked, and for a moment, I could clearly hear the outside world. A search party was combing the forest, searching for me, calling my name. "If you call out now, they will hear you, and find you." "What should I do?" I whispered, and I realized I did not want to be heard by the searchers. He did not speak, but I heard his voice in my mind, joined by the bubbling voices of the nymphs, now playing in the water. I could see them making love, pleasuring each other. "Stay, lady. Stay with us. Be with us." My gaze dropped from his, and as I looked down, I saw his fingers between my thighs, still on me, still in me. His cock was impossibly erect, hard, thick, throbbing, seamed with thick, engorged veins, looking like a young bull's. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and... I took that first little drop of cum with the end of my tongue, then laved it around the smooth, velvety head of his enormous penis. I was not sure how I was going to take that inside me, I only knew that had to have it. Unlike the nymph, I wasn't able to take all of him in my mouth, so I tried to make up for it in other ways. I held his shaft in one hand, stroking where I couldn't suck, and with the other, cradled and caressed his balls. His hand in my hair guided me, showing me how he liked it. I nibbled at the underside of his cock, felt him shudder and heard him moan, that deep voice vibrating right to my bones. Just when I thought he'd pour into my mouth, he pulled me off his cock. "Not yet, lady." He lay me on my back and came over me, spreading my thighs open wide and cradling himself there. I could feel that throbbing cock. I wanted it in me, but he just rubbed and teased me with it. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but he held me back. Taking my wrists in one hand, he held my arms above my head. His mouth found mine, and with his tongue demonstrated what he would be doing in my cunt, soon, I hoped. If I had thought the nymphs' mouths were hot, his was scalding, and his tongue was slick and rough, all at the same time. His mouth on my breasts had me arching up to me him. He rolled the nipples with his lips and tongue, the used his teeth to draw them out. The nipples where bright cherry red with arousal, and when he just breathed on them, I felt an electric jolt all the way to my pussy. His cock was riding there, rubbing between my thighs, and I tried to move so he might slip in, but he held my hips still. He sat back on his powerful haunches then, and just looked at me while he opened and fingered my labia. Dipping one finger into my cream, he used it to lubricate around my throbbing and distended clit, before he bent his head and clamped his mouth down on me. Had I said "someone" screamed? I knew now that someone was me, because I was howling now while that blazing hot mouth devoured me. His tongue snaked around and around my clit, and then he sucked, strong enough to pull me up with him when he lifted up. My legs were around his neck, and I took his head by his horns to keep his mouth where it was, doing the things it was doing. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he drove his tongue deep inside me. Shrieking, howling, I ground my pussy against him while I poured honeyed cream. And while I was howling, he came up with a growl and rammed his cock into my clutching cunt. The pain was exquisite, and with each thrust he pounded himself deeper and deeper. Still I screamed, but not in pain -- I screamed for more, more, more, more. "Harder," I begged, "deeper, more, fuck me more. Fuck meeeee fuuuuck meeeee." No doubt they would have stories to tell, of fearsome demons and banshees shrieking in the woods, howling monsters devouring unfortunate victims, rending them so that no trace was ever found. But it's probably just me, riding my satyr's cock, or pleasuring my loving nymphs, or being pleasured by all three. Can there be any doubt? I stayed. Fantasy Forest Ch. 02 I came back to my senses slowly, eyes closed, still savoring the delicious aftershocks of the latest in a series of screeching, pounding orgasms. My cunt was sore from such misuse, but still wet, still hot, somehow, still ready for more. I became aware of the sound of the running brook, and I could envision the cool, sparkling water as it ran over the small rapids. I could hear the leaves rustling and feel the warm breeze caressing my sated body. I thought of all I had felt and done since wandering into the woods that sunny morning. Soft, loving water nymphs, had had their way with me, my first same sex encounter, it had been lovely and exciting. My burning cunt could use a little cooling water nymph right about now. Then, the satyr; oh, there are really no words to describe the feel of that long, rough, tongue swirling up and down my slit, around the clit and then deep into me, somehow, feeling rock hard. And even that sensation pales in comparison to my satyr's throbbing and enormous cock. I was dimly aware of being bathing in his cum, but his erection seemed to never diminish. He'd pour his cum, then move to my mouth, between my breasts, and yes, even to my ass. He was beyond caring if I consented to that, and I was beyond caring, period. I was so sopping wet with my own juices and his thick cum, he just slipped right into my asshole before I could even think to object. There would have no way to tell screeches of pain from screams of orgasm, anyway, because, with his cock in my ass and his fingers in my cunt and working my clit I came, I came, I came. Water nymphs? A satyr? How crazy is that? I must have dreamed it all, must still be dreaming, because I am feeling hands soothing and tongues lapping gently, over my swollen, reddened breasts, and between my splayed open legs. I open my eyes to find it is not a dream, this wonderful place is real, and I am being bathed by those darling nymphs. But now there are three. My legs fall open even further – I am dying for someone to touch me there. How can I have become so insatiable? Perhaps it was something in the water. Closing my eyes again, and still in a half-doze, I can feel my nipples tightening and tingling as the lovely beings flow over my body. I become aware of suckling at each breast, and then, finally, the tiniest of licks flicker over my clit. I am so sensitized, it is enough to make me moan and I lift my hips, trying to get closer. The nymphs sucking my nipples are also holding my arms down, so I can't reach down to encourage the feasting. Surprisingly, when I try to squirm loose, I get a sharp slap on my clit, followed by the nip of teeth on my tits. "Behave. Be still. You must now obey our commands." My nipples are pulled and twisted, hard, and metallic clamps with a chain between are attached to each. It hurts, but it hurts so good. "You must wear these at all times. When you are wanted for fucking, your chain will be pulled. You will then accommodate whoever, whatever, and wherever. You will be wanted often." "Does…" I feel afraid, not sure if I am allowed to speak. And of course, there is a hungry nymph now sliding her tongue through my cunt. That feels so … delectable. I would open my legs wider if I could. I sigh, dreamily, letting myself sink into the sensation. Another sharp slap, this time on my left breast, brings me back. "You must pay attention to me. Sylva will have her way with you as long as she wants. Then, you will suck her and fuck her, until she screams. "Does" what?" "What?" Another slap, this time on the right breast, followed by a sharp tug on the chain. As I draw in a breath, my dominant nymph growls for me to keep quiet. "We are not interested in your sighs and moans. I will tell you when you may cum and when you may scream. You were going to ask a question. You may ask it now." "Oh, I remember." Sylva's tongue slides deep inside me. Her fingers work my clit. "Does "wherever, mean, like a location, or an orifice?" Domina, as I now think of her, smirks in response, and lands a slap on my belly. "What is it you say in the outside? All of the above? Cum now." Slap. On my clit. "Cum now." Slaps and then a hard tug on my nipple chain. "Cum. Now." Inexplicably, I do, but as I open my mouth to moan out my pleasure, Domina slaps her hand over my mouth and nose. "Silently, if you want to breathe." My body bucks and jerks with my orgasm, and I just cannot help but moan, just a little, as Sylva laps up my molten honey. And then, all pretense is gone. "Domina" and the third nymph come together over me now, with hot kisses and roaming hands. Tentatively, because I have never done this before, I reach to fondle each cunt, and I am rewarded with giggles and coos, delighted laughs of surprise, Domina's smile is now sunny and sweet, as she tenderly fondles her partner's sweet, small buds of breasts. That pair moves to one side, as Sylva swarms up my body. She takes the chain, and slowly, slowly pulls my nipples out. I can see that, somehow, my nipples are not clamped, but now pierced. It ought to hurt, but it just makes me want more. I can feel the pulling in my cunt, and I want to be fucked again. I try to reach down so I can fondle my clit, but Sylva stops me, and says, "My turn." With Sylva straddling over my face, it is the most natural thing in the world to taste her juices. "Maeve is going to go down on you now. Whatever you feel her doing, that is what you do to me." And so it goes. Maeve sucks my clit, I suck Sylva's. Maeve licks up and down, one finger rimming my anus. I do the same for Sylva, and while I eat Sylva's cunt, I can see that she is working on Domina, and just to keep things interesting, Maeve pushes her soft round bottom up in the air so the satyr can penetrate her ass. Time becomes meaningless. We could have fucked for hours, or for days, I don't know. It all became a red haze of lust and cum, and everyone came and came again, yet no one was satiated. I would think, "I'm exhausted now, no more," then someone would rub or kiss or suckle, and it would all begin again. Finally, as the sun was rising, shining through the morning mist, the satyr brought our loving to a close. I truly was exhausted. He instructed the nymphs to bathe me. "Gently now. We must make her ready for the archer. He will surely want to take her." I gathered enough to understand that for the archer, whoever that was, to "take me," was a good thing; the nymphs smiled with pride and satisfaction, not satiation, though. They kept sneaking fingers inside me and over my clit, and rolling my nipples when they thought the satyr was not looking. I could see that he was, however, and that he was stroking the length of his huge, throbbing dick, that club-like, hairy cock that I suddenly wanted again, in my mouth, deep in my cunt, up my ass, anywhere he might care to put it. I reached out with one hand, and with the merest movement of my fingers, beckoned him to me. I was just about to lick a shining pearl of semen from the tip of his penis, when hunting horns pealed in the distance. I could almost see what he was thinking; can I let her suck me, just for a little while? I took the length of him in my hands, and swirled my tongue around, like I was eating an ice cream cone. His deep, rumbling groan vibrated to my toes. The hunting horns sounded again, much closer, and he pulled away from me. He pulled on my nipple chain, so that I had to rise to my feet, and after one last suckling for each, and one last fingering, he turned me around, with my back to him, And though I could feel his cock throbbing against my ass, and though I arched back toward him in blatant invitation, he pushed me away, albeit squeezing my ass cheeks at the same time. "Go, cross the stream. The path will bring you to a meadow, and there, if we are fortunate, you will meet your destiny here. Do not fret, though, lady, you will taste me again. I will bury my cock in you, again. I will feast on your body again. Now, go to the archer." "How will I know him? Is it safe?" "Safe? Not hardly. But if you had wanted safety, you would have returned to the outside world when you had the chance. Go." Heart pounding in fear, expectation, arousal, I took the path the satyr indicated. The nymphs swarmed over him as I stepped away, and by the time I had crossed the stream, the fucking had resumed. Domina was bent over in front of him, and I could hear his balls slapping her ass as he drove into her, I went on. Surely enough, I eventually stepped into a clearing, the sun bright and blinding after the dimness of the forest. Two wood nymphs met me, and, unlike my watery loves, proceed to handle me, but in a business-like appraisal. They approved of the nipple chain, with diamond studs winking in the sunlight. Each one took a breast in her hands, rubbing and squeezing, for all the world as though buying a melon. Even so, when one flicked one nipple, a shiver ran down my spine, and my knees buckled. "Good. She's in a high state of readiness." "Here, feel how wet she is. Satyr always prepares them well. See, probe deep. She is sopping wet. And still hot." Her fingers, slick from my juices, slid into my cunt. "But feel how tight she is. She will never accommodate the archer." In spite of the inflaming fondling, I was getting a bit annoyed at their speaking like I wasn't even there, when of course we all knew I was there, especially the one that now had her mouth on my clit. "Mmmm. She does taste good, though." "Hey, wait just one minute." As I opened my stance to give her better access, I thought it was time to assert myself. "I think I can accommodate anyone you want me to. I took the satyr, after all, I took him over and over and over, and I'd be taking him now if those hunting horns hadn't interrupted us." They just laughed. "And so do we all, my dear, so do we all. In fact, we'll be taking him as soon as ever possible, once the archer comes for you. Satyr, and all his brothers. Ummmmm. Good fucking." "And Minotaur will be there tonight. I love to hook my legs over his horns while he uses that big thick tongue on me. What a lovely brute he is." "Have you fucked the archer?" I ask. "Oh, heavens, no – well, I've gone down and licked what I can, but get fucked? By the archer? No, no. No." She went a little pale as she contemplated the idea, and I began to feel apprehensive. For a moment, I thought I heard the search parties, just outside the clearing. "If you call out, they will hear you. This is the last time you will have the chance to leave this place." I actually took a breath, as though to call for help, when I saw him coming out of the forest, across the meadow, and I was stunned into silence. I knew it had to be him, and he was the archer, as in Sagittarius, as in a centaur. This was no pony-sized centaur, nor even a thoroughbred sized centaur. This being was the size of medieval warhorses, as big as the biggest of Belgians stallions, standing 19 hands at the whithers, and the human torso was proportionate in size, strongly muscled, broad at the shoulder, narrowing where the transition to horse began, Hanging beneath him was a huge club of penis, thick and throbbing, even at rest. Even as fear like I had never felt before stabbed through me, my cunt began to pulse and to pour molten-hot lava, my breasts tightened and tingled, nipples thick and erect. Oddly, he looked as stunned as I, as our eyes locked across the open meadow. Oh my. I stood, rooted to that spot as he began to come toward me. His cinnamon-colored skin rippled over his muscular chest and shoulders. His long hair was a black as a raven's wing, but his eyes were a bright sky-blue, and when he smiled, my heart melted. His cock bounced with every step he took toward me, growing longer, thicker, rock-hard. And as he came toward me, something else was happening – he was shape-shifting, his huge horse body becoming a fully human body, still muscular and huge in every respect. When he knelt before me, his head still came to a level with my breasts. "Lady. Welcome to this place. I have been awaiting your arrival." His huge hands cupped my breasts, kneading, gently at first, then more firmly. He hooked a finger into the chain, and pulled. I could feel my nipples swell; he rolled and plucked them. I had no coherent response to his welcome. I was trembling with fear; his cock seemed like a baseball bat, thick, ridged with veins. I was trembling with arousal; even though it seemed impossible, I wanted him inside me. My cunt trembled with longing. "How can this happen?" I didn't realize I had spoken, even in a whisper. I looked around me – the two wood-nymphs had disappeared – the archer and I were alone in the sunlit meadow. Realizing I had spoken aloud, I went on. "What is this place? How can you have been waiting for me?" I stepped away from the archer. There would be no more fucking until I got some answers. Well, there might be a little more fucking, if you counted his hand on my cunt. One thick finger teased the opening of my vagina, rimming around just inside, no deeper than to one knuckle, then sliding out, in, then out. I had to lean forward, hands on his shoulders, to keep from falling to the ground as my knees buckled with the sensation. I ran my fingers through his long hair, them took two fistsful, to hold him in place when he began to suckle my breasts, one, then the other. I loved the way he rolled each nipple with his tongue, then applied just a bit of traction, lightly scraping with his teeth. I wondered how that technique would feel on my clit. The very idea nearly made me cum. Releasing my tits from his mouth, the archer answered me. "This is a parallel dimension, existing within your reality, what we call the outside world. We are able to see into the outside at times, we can see those who belong to us, those who will be coming to us. I claimed you for mine when I first saw you, since then, I have been your destiny. Your puny lover could never satisfy this." His finger slid deep into me, stroking the magical g-spot. My cunt clenched around it, resisting its withdrawal, making the friction even more intense, and I shuddered in response, then melted to the ground as my knees went boneless. He covered me. I am not a petite woman, but under him, I was, comparatively, like a child. Then, settling back on his haunches, he took hold of my knees and spread me open wide, knees up to my shoulders. Everything was open to him. He brought my steaming, wet cunt to his mouth, and I began to scream, incoherently. I grabbed his hair in my fists, I thought, to pull him away, but my body had a different agenda, and I pressed him down against me as I felt his tongue slide in me, deep. His hands reached around my legs to grip my tits, hard, pinching the pierced nipples. I bent my knees over his shoulders and began to ride him. One hand released a breast and smacked my ass, hard, again and then again. The stinging pain shocked me – that was no love tap - I would have welts and bruises. And then, judging me ready, he took away his mouth, replacing it with his gigantic cock. I felt the head against my opening, then, without warning he rammed it into me, pressed in, and rocked there for a few beats, then withdrew, slowly, only to ram me again. His pace gradually quickened, pounding into me like a pile-driver. I couldn't even scream anymore, I could only whimper. At some point, he came out long enough to turn me over, and pulling my ass up, the pounding began again, the stallion taking his mate. And so the days pass here. And if you are walking in a forest somewhere, maybe you will come upon a satyr dallying beside a brook. You might meet your destiny here, but it won't be with the archer. The archer is mine.