The Forest - A short story

Like a ghost the figure suddenly appears, stepping silently out of the trees, startling the man, causing him to stumble briefly, as he runs along the old forbidden dirt path towards the dark forest.

He quickly recovers, his brow creasing first with surprise then with suspicion as he quickly draws a steel dagger from an old scabbard secured by two buckled leather straps to his muscular thigh. The light from the late morning sun catches the blade as his body tenses into a defensive crouch. Recognizing the figure as a young woman with shoulder length black hair framing a face of exquisite beauty, he relaxes, lowering the blade to his side and slowly walks towards her

The man notes her voluptuous curves, the swell of her firm round breasts all artfully concealed by a low cut green dress. His breath catches briefly in his throat as he gazes into her warm compelling eyes which seem to sparkle with flecks of green. Her full lips form a smile, lighting up her face with a warm glow, encouraging him to come closer. As if in a dream he walks towards her, his pace quickening, the dagger already forgotten falls from his limp hand to disappear in a brief flash of green light. As he sinks further into her gaze, his mind fails to question what happened to his dagger, the strange green tinge of her hair, skin and lips or her strange attire.

Her lithe body now seems to be covered in a soft coat of green leaves which
partially cups her large rounded breasts, flowing down to hug her stomach,
forming a thin skirt at the top of her thighs. Between her thighs
the man can see a thick thatch of green tinged black pubic hair, partially obscuring her
swollen pussy lips, which are damp with her dew.

Her voice is soft and sibilant, the expression on her face shifts from angelic to malevolent as she begins to speak

Bow before me mortal

As she speaks to him, he can feel her voice echo in his mind dulling his thoughts.

The ground at his feet suddenly begins to shift, small cracks
appear in the hard trodden dirt. From the cracks a multitude of thick vines
begin to snake up his body their sharp shiny metallic thorns tearing into his leather armor, but lightly rubbing against his skin, Within moments his armor is reduced to a patchwork of tattered shreds which cling lightly to his body.

He struggles against the vines but slowly they pull his body down into
a kneeling position, forming a green net around him

Did you not heed the warnings, the villagers must have warned you about me

No one may enter the forest without paying tribute to me, at my shrine

I should kill you, but you may be of service

The man tries to shake his head, but the vines give very little leeway, infact
they seem to constrict his movements further, tightening around his arms and legs

Look into my eyes mortal and feel sweet surrender

The vines shift position easing his head up slightly

He looks into her eyes, they glitter and he is lost, his thoughts turn to worship, worship of her, nothing else seems important

I obey you dark mistress in all things

You feel bliss in my presence mortal

As she speaks the word bliss he feels himself going hard for her, throbbing, a mind numbing pleasure explodes in his brain and all his thoughts
turn to sex. With every fiber of his being he wants to fuck this smooth limbed, dark haired exotic goddess

With a loud snap the vines withdraw back into the earth, leaving no trace of their passage taking the remnants of his armor with them. Leaving him naked slumped over on the hard dirt floor

As she slowly eases herself to the floor, her dress falls away, forming a cloud of leaves which briefly dance in the air, before being blown away by a sharp gust of wind

She lies naked before him, legs wide open and inviting, breasts standing proud and erect, her green areolas topped by dark green nipples

Feel bliss mortal

He covers her body with his own, the touch of her flesh against his feels so good, so right, her breasts so warm and soft, her nipples like hard beads against his chest.

Strange thoughts force themselves into his mind he becomes an animal, driven by one need, the need to mate. She gasps with knowing pleasure as with a bestial grunt he buries the full length of his cock inside her warm, slick clinging cavern of a pussy

Like a flower closeting for the night her legs enfold him resting on his lower back and with reckless abandon he jabs his cock in and out of her. With each jab he growls as her lower body pushes back against him

He obeys the urge to go faster, as he pounds hard into her, she lets out long drawn gasps and mewls of delight as her breasts and body are rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, her eyes closed, lost to the pleasure.

Minutes later the man collapses on her, crushing her breasts against his hard flat chest as with a howl and a last gasping, heaving plunge he buries his cock within her, where it twitches with pulses of pure bliss spilling its seed,

A moment later she climaxes her body shuddering with pleasure as she milks the last of the spent mans seed into her. He softens inside her and slowly withdraws, feeling weak as he staggers to his feet

He is once more caught by her gaze as she reclines on the floor, her expression a mixture of joy and sadness

You have planted your seed in me mortal

I can feel a new life stirring within me, it is a pity that you should die, but your death will give new life to the forest

With a clenching gesture of her hand, and the word bliss he feels himself becoming hard and erect, a wave of pleasure starting at his toes, slowly seeps up his body.


Lost to the pleasure he fails to see his skin slowly turn to bark, feel his feet slowly take root in the soil and as the bliss increases so do the changes

Finally as he climaxes and the bliss explodes in his brain, branches and leafs explode out of his body with a brief burst of green lightto form a towering hard erect oak tree. Moment’s late maleficent laughter can be heard echoing across the forest