Larry and Myl'Fair
Copyright© 2011 by BoonDock
Chapter 3
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Larry's situation is bad; so bad that he thinks about using one of his father's fire-arms... This is how Larry's story begins. He is one of the young guys who is "gifted" with the visit of a nymph on the night that Roy and Syl'Fair make the rounds. Read "Nymph Dreams" to find the back story. This Story meets up with Nymph Dreams in Chapter 25 of that story.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/mt Consensual Rape Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Incest Oral Sex Anal Sex Violence Transformation
Larry was sure when he realised that the dream was actually real. All he knew was that before he knew what was happening, he was awake and coming with almost painful intensity. He lay still, half awake, for a few minutes, deciding that he had just experienced a wet dream, before dropping off to sleep again, this time with a smile on his face.
Myl'Fair waited until Larry's breathing deepened and he was dreaming again before sliding her body into the bed and cuddling next to Larry. She was ecstatic to have taken the first step to bonding, extracting the young male's essence, but was a little apprehensive about how the rest of the process would pan out. As she lay quietly, the changes she expected started happening to her body. Larry had not had a specific body type in mind when she examined his dreams, just a collection of inchoate images and vague female forms. The general trend seemed to be towards slender and petite, which Myl'Fair was relieved about. Here last cycle the fashion had been a lot more Rubenesque and the lean look was much more pleasing to her. She turned over and snuggled in backwards to Larry, pulling his arm over to hold her while she slept.
Larry woke up slowly, before the realisation that something was very different kicked him into overdrive. A breast. His hand was filled with a breast. With a nipple on it. It took him a few seconds to process all the data, but once he had integrated all the different pieces of information, he was forced to acknowledge that he was lying in his own bed, with a real live girl snuggled up to him. And she was naked. And his penis was suddenly rock hard as it realised it was snuggled between two buttocks.
Larry's breathing sped up and his heart-rate rocketed. "What the hell?" escaped from his lips.
"Mmmm, you're awake," Myl'Fair murmured happily, squirming to press her new body more firmly against Larry's, while grasping his hand firmly in hers and pulling it to hold her breast tightly. "Good Morning Larry"
"Umm ... who are you? What are you doing here?" Larry's incipient panic attack made his utterances nearly incoherent.
"I'm Myl'Fair," came the complacent answer. "A Nymph"
Larry was quiet for a few seconds while his brain turned this information over, trying to make sense of it. Finally deciding that he still had insufficient information, Larry asked, "What are you doing here?"