FRIDAY ^#47

Wood Nymph

From Violet’s Book of Shadows

I had no idea dancing would take so much out of me. When I’m on someone’s lap or on the dance floor, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing. But when I get home, I’m spent. Even though it’s only been a couple of nights this week, I told Raven I was sorry to admit that I didn’t have the energy to go hiking. “It’s like I’m training for a marathon, except I’m running in six-inch heels.”

“You don’t have to perform for me,” Raven reassured me. “Relax; you can even nap if you want.”

“But I feel bad about giving all my juice to strangers and not having enough left over to pleasure my woman.”

“You’re sexy even when you’re sleeping.” Raven covered my mostly naked body with a billowing sheet.

I closed my heavy eyelids and yawned. “I feel drugged.”

“You’re just saying that because you want me to take advantage of you.” Raven slipped out of her clothes and folded them at the foot of my bed. “You look so innocent lying there, like a princess in a field of poppies.”

And then my bedroom seemed to morph into a meadow . . . like a psychedelic spell . . . Raven’s hands glided gently over my bare skin like the wind. I melted into the tall grass and watched the sunlight glittering through the leaves. Ferns sprouted up beside my head and curled at the tips. Raven slipped between my legs with her mouth. The soft clouds seemed to be blowing on my flower. Raven pointed out a nearby tree that was dripping with vines and a maze of roots running into the ground. My bedroom became an enchanted forest. The uneven earth was moist and smelled like musk. The lapping of Raven’s tongue against my clit sounded like a babbling stream.

Raven lifted her lips and said, “There’s someone behind that tree, watching you.”

I imagined a huge banyon with ivy spiraling around the base, and I saw something moving in the shadows.

“You’re a young wood nymph, with flowers woven into your hair, and you’re being watched by the goat-headed god, Pan.”

I heard myself giggling, but could barely lift my head. “What’s a wood nymph?”

“They are the spirits within the trees.” Raven continued fingering my engorging lips in the same rhythm she had been licking, in order to continue weaving the fantasy with her words. “Trees are wise and sedentary beings always growing in the same spot. Each tree is inhabited by a playful wood nymph who likes to dance and play before the sapling fully takes root. Nymphs are stealthy tricksters—they love to explore and interact with animals. If someone sees them they can disappear at will, instantly slipping back into the bark of their tree. They only have a couple of years at most before the bark hardens and they can no longer leave. If Pan sees a wood nymph, he will pounce to deflower her.”

“Oh my. I am loving this fantasy.”

“Wood nymphs are particularly fun to pluck because they are portals of power. When Pan sticks his dick into a wood nymph, it’s like plugging in to another dimension. It’s dangerous for a wood nymph; it’s intoxicating and draining, so the wood nymphs sometimes defend themselves by turning invisible. Usually, if you spot him first, you can make yourself disappear. But not when you’re so sleepy. That’s when your defenses are down. Pan knows he can pin down a wood nymph when she’s sleepy. Like now—you’re aware he’s standing behind that tree, spying on you. But you don’t notice him tiptoeing around with his cloven feet in the high grass. If you had your wits about you, you would surely notice he’s not hung like a goat, but like a huge horse. In fact, when he grows erect, all the blood rushes between his legs and his mind becomes clouded. He becomes obsessed with the conquest. He is more animal than man, ruled by passion. He’s lusting after you now with flared nostrils and fiery eyes.”

“Oh yeah? And what am I wearing?” I said, testing to see if she saw what I saw.

“Long stockings, of course, and tall boots, which are practical in the woods. But your skin is otherwise naked because you love being massaged by the moss and tickled by the soft bark. And you’ve got long gloves, cut off at the fingertips, to help you climb trees and pick fruit. You’re covered in fern pollen, which glitters in the sunlight. Right now, Pan is staring at your breasts, which are exposed and sparkling in the sunlight.”

“Wow.” My whole body started trembling. How does she get so deep inside my psyche?

“You know what Pan looks like?”

“Please,” I said, and I’m not sure if I was pleading for more details or for her to maintain the rhythm with her curled fingers pressing against my G-spot. Fortunately, she continued both.

“The hair on his head is messy like a bird’s nest, but it doesn’t hide the thick pointed horns that jut out from above his temples. His hands are wide and humanlike, except his fingernails are black. His hairy legs and ass jut down into hooves like a goat’s. His chest is cut with muscles and his waist is trim, which accentuates his growing cock. It’s thicker and more menacing than his horns. Look now and you’ll see the determination in his green eyes, which mirror the moss in the forest.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I heard myself saying: “Oh horny goat head, be with me now.”

Instantly, Raven climbed on top of me and stuffed her etheric cock inside me. I felt it filling me, uncomfortably huge at first. Her mythical horn was pushing past my cervix, crowding my innards. She rode me like an out-of-control animal, until our breathing took over. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and then the damndest thing happened. Just as she was cumming . . . I swear, it happened. We both heard it. There was a haunting flute melody playing in the distance.

Yours,

Vi.

P.S. Before Raven left, we reviewed the invitation list for my bachelor/bachelorette party. I told her that Damien loved the private ping-pong pussy video, but worried that the newcomers at the party wouldn’t appreciate it as much. She seemed relieved. Then I asked her what she wanted to celebrate on our first “Polyversary.” She couldn’t believe we’ve been together for almost a full year, so I showed her the dates in my Book of Shadows. She offered to get me jewelry or a homemade dessert, but I told her our relationship wasn’t about gifts. I preferred touch and words of appreciation. So she said she’d write me a love declaration. I told her I’d like her to tie me up and gag me before reading it. She agreed, but only because I begged.