Feldare Tales: Trevir and the Nymph

Trevir had just received his permit to hunt the woods south of Morrovale. He also inherited Harlen's range, as his successor. Harlen had been a excellent tutor for the youth and he knew the ways of the woods as well as the best and better, by far, than most.

He surveyed his main hunting area, peering with his keen eyes over the woods from the small hillock that marked its eastern bound. He was proud of himself, being only twenty and having full rights as a huntsman.

Harlen had not died, or even retired, but had left Morrovale to be with his wife, Hyandai. He smiled, remembering the first meeting he had with that lovely creature when he was a lad of twelve. She had blatantly flirted with him. Elven lasses have slightly looser restrictions about clothing, and he soon after that had seen her unclad in the yard, and had something to fantasize about when he fooled with himself in the dark for several years.

Now he was grown to a young man, and had known a few of the village girls quite well, and needed no such lofty fantasies any more. Though none of them could compare to that elven lady in sheer beauty, they had made up for it with enthusiasm and availability. He hefted his bow and started down the hill. He would march south this day and hope to come across a deer or perhaps a wolf, who still bore a silver mark bounty, though none had been seen in this wood for four years.

It was a crisp spring morning, and the sun was still low in the sky. He watched his breath turn to smoke as he exhaled and reveled in the tingling at the ends of his ears and tip of his nose. As his mother said, he turned out a handsome lad, tall and broad shouldered, with well-muscled arms from the heavy work of skinning and butchering the animals he killed. As Harlen had put it 'working muscle.'

He wore linen pants, and a leather jerkin, bearing his seal from the duke, which permitted him to hunt. He also wore a pair of heavy boots, which had cost him dearly, but were amazingly comfortable. His blonde hair was tied back in a tail, as Harlen had worn, and the Lady Hyandai, and was quite the fashion throughout Morrovale for males and females these days.

A soft sound caught his attention, but it was not the sound of a animal approaching, or the tread of a human, or even the light shuffling of an elf in the wood. It sounded like a person sighing, but it was a sad sigh, full of resignation, and the sound of one who knows they are doomed.

He approached from behind some bushes, the sound growing slightly louder. Peering cautiously over the shrubs he saw a woman, lying on the ground, with her ankle caught in a illegal bear trap. Trevir knew it was illegal because it was in his assigned and lotted territory, and bear traps were illegal, as well. Perhaps for this very reason. The rushed forward, and the woman turned to face the sudden sound.

She screamed as he drew near, her face full of terror. She was lean, almost scrawny, and her arms and legs were long and slender, with well-defined muscles. Her hair was her oddest feature and was a bright, almost luminous green. She was clad in an outfit of close fitting cloth that resembled leaves. It covered her well enough, but left her arms and legs bare, elven style. Hyandai had dressed thus often, much to the pleasure of the eyes of the men of Morrovale.

Her ankle was broken, he could see, and he crouched low to make himself less threatening. She stopped screaming when he held out his hands, palm forward and approached her slowly, whispering quiet soothing words to her. She said nothing and seemed to be mainly sniffing the air. She looked to be quite young, though Trevir knew better than to try to judge the age of fey folk. That she was fey was beyond doubt, the green hair was one definite clue, but the sheen in her eyes were the clinching fact. They were also green, but they had a glow about them, that screamed magical.

She watched him warily, but said nothing. He moved slowly around her to the trap itself. She had broken off several of her long fingernails trying to pry it open, and blood clotted from her broken ankle. A small stone was lodged in the jaw, and that had kept her from losing the foot altogether for it prevented the jaws from snapping shut. He grabbed the releasing spring and pushed it down, and she slid her long leg out, screaming as she did so. Fresh blood poured from the exposed wound.

She tried feebly to crawl away from him, but she was obviously weak, from pain, or loss of blood, or hunger, Trevir knew not which. She let the trap snap shut then moved toward the woman. She watched him with terrified eyes, like a doe that he had shot a few weeks back that still lived as she lay gasping her last few breaths as he neared. "I won't hurt you." He said quietly as he neared her hurt ankle. "I just want to help." He reached her, and took off his pack. She sat up and faced toward him. She watched him keenly, but made no move to flee again. She knew she could not flee him, so she might as well trust him. He brought out a leather roll and unrolled it, exposing dozens of tiny pockets. From one of these he took out a vial. He dripped the contents on her ankle, she gasped and pulled the ankle away, but soon the pained look on her face eased and she let the leg move back to near him. The foot was twisted at an odd angle from the shin, and he knew it must be set and splinted, to heal.

He hated what he was about to do, but he grabbed her calf in a iron grip and then grabbed her foot. She screamed a banshee wail that hurt his ears as he twisted the foot, feeling the bones slide and move inside. Finally, he felt it sort of pop in his hand as it went into its natural position. He stopped moving and let her go. She did not draw that leg up, and stopped screaming. She looked down at the ankle and almost smiled. Trevir looked around the clearing and found a few small branches and made for her a splint with that and some cloth cut from his bedroll. Finally, her foot was secure as it could be. She looked at it dubiously, but seemed to be satisfied that he had not, indeed, harmed her. She tolerated his touch as he bandaged the deep cuts from the teeth of the horrid trap, and covered them with cloth strips as well.

He looked at her again. "Are you an elf?" He asked, but knew the answer was no. This woman was almost his own height, and she had rounded ears, like a human, not an elf. She looked at him blankly and said nothing, just kept sniffing the air as she had been. She leaned toward him and sniffed his belt, then his water skin.

"You need water?" He asked, taking the skin down from his shoulder and uncorking it. He handed it to her. She pressed her lips to the skin and sucked on it, draining at least half of it in a series of swallows. She took it from her mouth and smiled at him, then handed him the skin. "Are you hungry?" He asked, and reached into his pack and held out a dried apple. She took it and sniffed it suspiciously, before taking a bite of it. A few seconds later, it was gone, core and all. She smiled again, and seemed much at ease now.

Trevir stood up and offered her a hand. "I have a small lean-to not far from here. We can make you comfortable there." She said. She looked at the hand curiously, but made no move. He reached down and took one of her slender hands. "Come." He said, pulling her up. Her ankle could not bear weight, but Trevir could. He put her arm over his shoulders and helped her to walk the nearly one mile to the little shelter. As he half-carried her he noted that she sniffed at him closely, his hair, his neck, his jerkin. She wrinkled her nose at the jerkin, but then moved to his arms, and even sniffed his armpit that belonged to the arm that supported her weight, tickling him.

He laughed and she looked up at his face suddenly, almost frightened, but then laughed herself, though it was almost like a animal imitating a laugh, but she was smiling and regarded him happily. They neared the lean-to and he lowered her to the grass under it's shelter. "You are safe here, with me." He said, smiling. She smiled back and when he moved to step away she grabbed his arm, shaking her head.

"Okay." Trevir said. "I'm staying." He sat down where he stood, and she seemed content. Her hands went out to him, and touched his face and neck. She smiled timidly and brought her hands close to herself again, crossing her arms over her chest.

Trevir looked into her pretty green eyes, and then at her slim face, which narrowed to nearly a point at her chin. She was very pretty, but in an alien way, her eyes slanted noticeable. Not like the women of the east, which he had met a few with merchants. No, these actually were angled on a slant, not just an oddity of their eyelid structure.

He reached toward her, and she flinched, then let him touch her face, the skin was soft, and smooth. She sniffed at his hand, then let herself be touched. He moved the hand to her neck, and she stretched her neck languidly and rubbed against him, a small smile playing on her mouth. He felt something in her throat, like a growl, but infinitely softer, then realized she was purring. He moved his hand to the front of her neck, and she tilted her head all the way back, and he rubbed and dragged his nails over it. Her purring got louder and she smiled widely now, revealing her teeth. She had definitely pronounced canine teeth, but they weren't fangs, just long teeth. He withdrew his hand and she grabbed it, putting it to her neck again. "If you insist." Trevir said, stroking the neck more and enjoying the feeling of vibration coming down his fingertips.

She was now leaning toward him noticeable. And he could smell her now, musky and strong, but not unpleasant. "What sort of person are you?" He asked quietly, and she opened one green eye to regard him.

A soprano growl emerged from her and it said "You." His look of astonishment made her smile and she said "You." again.

Trevir smiled widely and said. "So, you're not broken, then." And she smiled at him and got up onto her knees. She crawled toward him like that and sniffed his neck, and his chest, then went lower, sniffing, she got to his groin and sniffed several times then looked up at him, smiling. "Yes, I'm a boy." He said, grinning. She lifted her head back up and sniffed his hair. She heeled back and took hold of his head and touched his hair, and face, examining him very closely, here eyes only a couple of inches from his, and her nostrils flaring with each breath. She continued with her soft smile, or perhaps that was the normal look for her face, but she did seem to be just checking him over.

One of her slim hands moved down his chest and into his lap, and came to rest on his groin, she squeezed his bulge and smiled widely. "Playful, aren't you?" He asked.

She giggled that guttural, growling giggle again. "You." She said, and licked his cheek. Her tongue was a solid five inches long, outside the mouth, and she left a trail of wet from below his jaw bone to nearly his eye.

He laughed at this and said. "Affectionate, too, I see."

Her hand massaged his groin causing his manhood to swell and send out it's shaft up his leg a little, she felt that and moved her hand to the shaft, squeezing it and grinning wider. "You." She said, gripping him by his handle.

"Well," Trevir said, "my intentions were honorable, but I cannot guarantee that for long, if you keep playing with that." He said looking down at her hand on his organ. She nuzzled his neck and started purring again, causing him to feel an intense pleasure running down his spine. Then he felt her sharp canines bite his shoulder, gently. She pulled back at his gasp and smiled at him. He gulped as she took both hands and started examining the buttons that held his jerkin closed. She popped the first one open, then rapidly opened the rest, having figured out the mysterious things.

Trevir sucked in air, and said. "Okay, this will go whatever way you wish, but remember, you started it." He smiled to her. She smiled back and pushed his jerkin off his shoulders. He let it fall to the ground as she sniffed his chest and arms, again lingering under his arm for a while before moving on.

He reached up and touched either side of her thin face, and pulled her gently to right before his own. He leaned forward and kissed her. The woman responded most strongly to this. She growled and Trevir felt her tongue worm into his mouth, and even partway down his throat, she searched within his mouth for a few moments before drawing it back into her mouth. Trevir's tongue followed it and she sucked on that tongue when it entered her mouth. After a moment, she drew back and pried his mouth open and looked in. She stuck a thumb and finger into his mouth and pulled out his tongue. She looked at it for a while and then smiles, huffing deeply in what must have been a laugh.

She stuck her own tongue out and touched it to his, then huffed some more. Trevir suspected he was being mocked on ths size of his tongue. Indignantly, he said. "I have else to work with, that might be more to your liking, you know."

She rose to his knees and unfastened his belt buckle and let his pants slide down. She became very interested and dove toward his groin, causing him a moment of panic. Her nose flared as she took in his smell. She looked at his swollen pole and then touched it gently. Her hands were cool and silken and felt wonderful on his swollen cock.

Suddenly, his rod ignited in bursts of pleasure as she slid her tongue over it, and around it. She could not reach all way around it with her long tongue, but enough so that it felt quite securely held. She moved to the base of his pole and then he felt her tongue sliding over his balls and even behind them, almost to his anus. She looked up and huffed at him again, then pressed her face to his groin and her tongue slid over then into his anus a small way. "Oh by the One! Trevir said, gasping for air." He looked down at her as the tongue withdrew and she looked up at him. "You really like to get to know your friends, don't you?"

She grinned widely and said. "You." Then started sniffing her way around him, crawling about, carefully avoiding hitting her hurt foot on anything. She smelled his rump then pressed in close and her tongue darted out again, and buried itself in his anus, all of it sliding in sensuously. Trevir gasped as she penetrated him with the slippery tongue and then pulled it out, only to put it right back. He'd never imagined being buggered before, but surely didn't think it would be a woman doing it, had he been, and even then with a tongue which measured longer than some men's manhoods. She wiggled the intruding mass inside his hole and pressed around the sides of his canal. She slipped it back out and licked all up and down his butt crack, then his back.

"You're one different kind of girl." He said. "You should have a name." He added.

She smiled and said. "You." She started to move around him again, and sat beside him, looking at his chest and arms, running her fingers along the muscle ridges. He sat, too, and peeled off his boots and then trousers. She watched him again, smiling. Once naked, he relaxed and figured he could just let whatever happens happen.

She stood on her knees right in front of him, and looked down at her dress of leaf-like patterns. Trevir grabbed it by the hem and lifted it. It rose up and over her head, revealing a lithe and well-knit frame with goodly muscles over it. If he needed further proof that this was no elf, then here it was, she had pubic hair. It was a thatch of bright green hairs growing in a narrow triangle just above the groin. She also had pretty large breasts, which he understood were not common among elvenkind. She dropped her arms back to her sides and leaned back placing her hands on the ground between her feet.

She's inviting me to smell her, Trevir thought. And leaned forward. That musky smell was stronger now, and still was not offensive to the nose. He sniffed her neck, then breasts, she smelled of the woods, but the woods was healthy and vibrant, so he liked that. As he went lower with his nose, she watched him with her large green eyes. When he got to the top of her pubic hair, she thrust her hips forward, granting him easier access to her. He smelled her womanhood, and his nose was filled with the musky scent. He felt his manhood stir most excitedly. Well, she had played with his, so he would return the favor. His tongue came out and lapped at the top of her vaginal opening. She arched her back toward him, and pushed his lips and tongue to her open vagina. The purring became loud enough to be heard over the forest sounds. She produced copious juices, and he soon found himself having to swallow to keep up with it, and that was with most of it running down her inner thighs.

She grunted and pushed his head out of her pelvis. She smiled widely and turned her back to him. He thought she was going to crawl back into the lean-to, but simply lifted her ass into the air and placed her head on the ground before her. He had seen does doe this for bucks, and bitches do it for dogs. She was 'presenting' herself to him. She wanted him to mount her.

Her green eyes tracked him as he moved behind her and up to her arse. He reached down to his organ and pointed it at her proffered opening. She growled as he pressed the head slightly into her. He felt some resistance, then it was gone, and he slid in smoothly, and evenly. She growled again, and turned her head about and kissed him again, sliding her long tongue into his mouth as they kissed.

His pole felt warm and welcome in her, and her purring was so intense now that he could feel it through his organ. At one point he shifted his knee and accidentally brushed against her injured foot, and she growled and swatted at him with her fingers, drawing three parallel cuts in his forearm. He was more careful after that. He could feel her body tensing before him and her breathing was becoming more mixed with a sound remarkably like a normal girl moaning. She let out a very convincing wail of pleasure as she reached her climax, arching her back and digging at the earth with her hands.

Trevir felt his own orgasm approaching, and grabbed her waist more firmly, feeling her muscles working in her abdomen, still trying to receive his seed. He came in a burst, driving his cock into her and yelling himself. As he finished, he looked down to her and she was regarding him with those green eyes. He slowed his thrusts and then stopped, and she laid her head down upon her folded arms, purring contentedly with him still within her. He slid himself out and crawled up beside her under the lean-to. She let her legs slide down, minding her foot and then turned to him. She licked his face a bit then sniffed at his neck. Then she curled up beside him, still purring. After a few moments, she was asleep.

He laid there, petting her thick hair and her neck. He was pretty tired himself now, and decided a nap seemed like a good idea. He dug out his blanket and cast it over the two of them and they slept. When he awoke, she was gone. He figured he could track her, but decided that he probably should not. He felt his neck, where her teeth had pierced him, and laid back down and watched the sun set. "Damn, I love being a hunter." He said, and dreamed of when an elven maiden would come to him.