Nymph males can’t be trusted not to breed any woman of age, it’s their nature. Hayley is too young to be bred so she must spend her menses week hiding at her private cave near the stream. Her privacy is interrupted when she spies Marcus, a human, bleeding on the edge of the stream. A Nymph’s nature is to protect all the creatures of the forest but what is she to do? The only answer is to save his life before the wolves take him into their Lair and kill him. But when she does will he hold her captive and breed her?
Marcus has one goal right now, to bring his tree hugging brother back to the hospital. It’s their Mom’s dying wish to see her son’s together one last
time. Aury was off on yet another conservation research project when he went mysteriously missing in the forest. Now Marcus has to follow him there, find him and bring him home.
Marcus finds himself entranced by the tiny girl but he still has to find his brother and take him back to their dying Mom’s bedside. When Hayley is tragically injured will he give up his hunt for his brother or will he succumb to the love and lust that he’s found in the mysterious girl who saved his life in the forest?
Warning: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language,
oral, bisexual, threesomes, cock sucking, nymph
Certainly there was no harm in touching the thing? As secretly as possible
she moved around him so that the light from the fire illuminated the cock.
She wanted to get a clear view of what it looked like. It appeared to be
surrounded by a circle of dark hairs like the ones around his nipples. This
was a much larger and thicker mass of curls though.
The cock itself was larger than she thought when she read the steamy mortal
stories in her cave on nights she was alone. She held her hand up to it to
measure; it was longer than the length of her fingertips to her wrist.
Probably it was bigger around than three or four of her fingers. She held
three fingers out beside it, yes, four was a better measure.
Leaning over it she saw two eggs covered in pink wrinkly skin below it. Her
fingers poked at the eggs just lightly. The skin covering them seemed to
tighten into even more wrinkles when she touched it! The stick of the cock
straightened, drawing her attention back to it. Again she checked his face
for alertness, his eyes were still closed but his chest seemed to be rising
faster now. She’d have to hurry if she was going to see what it felt like
before he woke up. Her fingers touched the silky skin; the feeling was
different than her own skin somehow. She touched her arm for measure.
The skin on the cock was thinner, softer. It felt like the underside of a
leaf in spring, velvety and plush. Pressing her fingers to the cock she was
surprised to find that it had a thick, hard center beneath it. The hardness
of it shocked her. What she’d read in her books indicated that this cock
thing was supposed to go inside her. There was just no reasonable way for
that to happen! Something this size could hardly fit inside her. She slid her fingers into her mouth, testing the taste and smell. It was the source of the earthy scent.
Her hand slid beneath her green sheath, rubbing the button there that
satisfied her. She pressed against the slit below it, stuffing two of her
fingers inside the hole. Pulling them out, she tried it again with three.
They fit but she doubted four would go in. She’d never tried four before,
and neither had Oakley or any of her other playmates. Wet fingers now, she
tried again… this time with four. Her opening just wasn’t large enough for
them to fit. It was stretched as far as it would go.
Retreating back to two fingers, she continued absently plunging into herself
as she studied the cock in front of her. What would the purpose of such a
part be if it didn’t fit? If it didn’t fit, there was no way for it to fill
a Nymphs belly.