Nymph Dreams
(c) BoonDock 2010
Twenty Two
Fantasy Sex Story: Twenty Two - A young boy lives adjacent to an old growth forest. The forest contains ancient trees that are inhabited by wood nymphs who have been dormant for years. He stops to rest in an old grove and leans his back against one of these trees. His proximity rouses the awareness of the nymph who needs fresh semen to awaken fully. She manipulates the tree to caress him after he dozes off. He has a wet dream and cums in his pants. The Nymph gets what she needs to finally emerge from her long slumber...
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Mind Control Magic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Furry Sister Group Sex Orgy Harem First Oral Sex Masturbation Cream Pie Exhibitionism Voyeurism Hairy Slow School
Syl'fair was pleased. Things had gone a lot better than she had hoped. When she had first woken up, she had been unsure whether she would even be able to wake her tree-sisters, but what she was discovering was that there was very little competition for magic in this time. There were no other competing sisterhoods to watch out for, no burning torches or sharp pitch-forks. Or not yet anyway. She knew she had to be very careful to keep a low profile, which was why she had worked so hard to influence Roy to choose body types for her and her sisters that wouldn't draw attention to them. She had seen the images in his mind of women with exaggerated breasts and bums, and she knew that would attract the wrong kind of attention.
Syl'fair looked down fondly at the two blond heads resting on her thighs. Her tree-sisters had extracted every last drop of Roy's essence that they could possibly reach to help assuage their hunger, and incidentally also provide her with a dimly remembered pleasure. She loved the silken soft smoothness of her tree-sister's new skin, their pleasantly rounded curves and especially their nimble, knowing, tongues, but even more than this, she loved the feel of their power as both individuals and a sisterhood growing.
"Get up sisters. Time for me to introduce you to the new world that we inhabit," she murmered gently, and watched as the twins rolled over and stretched, then climbed off the bed, almost in mirrors of each other both in looks and movements.
Syl'fair could feel that most of her other sisters had found the evening just as satisfying as she had. Their power was a network of soft glows in her mind with a sharp center where each sister was, with tendrils of faint lines running out to join them all together. This time, Syl'fair was first-sister, leader of the sisterhood, by virtue of the fact that she had woken first and then arranged for the rest to be woken and, more importantly, fed back to health.
She sent a mental message to all her sisters to remind them how important it was to ensure that their mates were happy, so that they could continue to provide sustenance and protection to the sisterhood. There were gentle replies as each sated nymph acknowledged her message. Syl'fair was very glad to notice their were no blights, no tree rot, so she knew none of her sisters had fallen prey to someone who was abusing her; someone who was trying to twist her nature in some unhealthy way. Nymphs were infinitely adaptable, but if not watched over and protected, their abilities could be bent to the use of some beings who preferred the darker path.
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