The Nympho and Her Treant (m/f)
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Amalthea, or Ammy as her friends call her, is not like the other nymphs. She likes to have a good frolic through a forest, but instead of chasing satyrs, she's after bigger prey. Nothing gets Ammy revved up quite like daydreaming about a big, strong, treant. She decides to go on an adventure - through forests and meadows she searches, and finally finds, exactly what she was looking for! More
Amalthea, or Ammy as her friends call her, is not like the other nymphs. She likes to have a good frolic through a forest, but instead of chasing satyrs, she's after bigger prey. Nothing gets Ammy revved up quite like daydreaming about a big, strong, treant. She decides to go on an adventure - through forests and meadows she searches, and finally finds, exactly what she was looking for!
Warning: This 4500 word erotic, ancient Greek romance contains intense emotions, frolicking, rolling around in a meadow, two mythological creatures finding love in each other's arms, a gentle giant worshiping his lady love, explicit oral sex (him on her!), intense, deeply satisfying sexual intercourse, and two lovers who would give anything to stay together.
“Who... what happened to the tree? Who are you?” Ammy gasped, but did not move to cover herself. Nymphs are not modest creatures, and besides, he was good with his hands.
“I am called Oleas, beautiful lady,” he said, his voice low and rumbling. “When you lay underneath me, it aroused ancient excitements. For ten years, maybe a thousand – it is... hard to tell time after being alive so long as I have – I have wandered Greece to find someone worthy of my pleasure. I smelled you and awoke. I wish to please you, as I pleased a nymph very much like you so terribly long ago. I would be more specific but, again, it is easy to forget exact dates.”
Ammy smiled and looked at him for a long moment. He spoke slowly, with purpose. He seemed a kind soul, and even though he was quite large and impressive as you would expect a treant to be, he was gentle as he rotated his big fingers inside her. As was she, he was entirely nude to the elements; his skin was olive colored and his eyes dark brown, like his hair. A thick, curly beard crossed his chin in the Spartan style that she so adored. She spread her legs wider and pushed his fingers deeper. “Oleas,” she said, her voice becoming breathy and her cheeks flushing, “I would love for you to please me.” He smiled, his teeth blinding white, and nodded.
Oleas’s smile was as warm as his lips as they caressed hers and then moved down and around her milky neck. He paused behind her ear, fluttering kisses there that radiated thrills all the way to Ammy’s fingertips. Achingly slow, he withdrew his fingers from her and caressed her face.
Ammy moaned, a trail of goose prickles rising on her neck. “I see I am beginning to please you, yes?” Smiling, Oleas followed the path to her collarbone, brushing his lips lightly along her skin, and then down her arms. Holding her hands in his, Oleas kissed each of her fingers, then the back of one hand. The nymph drew a long, pleasured breath as her treant lingered on the inside of her elbow, his warm lips drawing gasps and giggles. She curled his beautiful black hair around a finger and massaged his scalp as he worshiped her with his lips.