I...I...I must resist! With all that I have!

Every breath you take is filled with her scent, that sweet overtly feminine scent, and you find yourself shuddering with desire with every inhalation. She is close, so very close, and getting closer still. You can feel her fingertips tracing along the skin of your shoulders and down along the lengths of your arms, leaving behind tingling trails of sensation as they pass. She leans in closer and closer, so close that you can feel her breath like a humid breeze upon your lips.

There is just a scant few inches between you. A sudden movement forward from either of you and her lips and yours will be pressing to one another. You will be kissing, your mouths locked in a sensual embrace that will knock you senseless with pleasure. You almost ache for that sensation, the feeling of desire like a wild animal seeking to claw its way out of you. Just a small movement, a short distance crossed. That is all it would take. That...would be...all...

NO! No, you can't! You know she's weaving her magic upon you and you find a hidden reserve of determination within you to resist. With a sudden movement, you jerk your head back and try to pull away from the nymph. She holds you fast, however, and you find that her supple feminine frame is possessing of surprising strength as she begins to pull you closer to her.

"Now, now, dear one. Don't resist. I can make you feel so good. Why resist such pleasure, lovely boy? Why resist what I know your body wants.", she whispers seductively and you find your entire body hot with desire once more and your mind starting to get hazy once again, "Give in. Come to me..."

You almost do give in, but you've already resolved yourself to resist. You will not go to her willingly. This is what you tell yourself as you bring a hand up to push against her so you can escape her grasp. The hand you bring up, however, is the gauntleted right hand you'd been avoiding using and, as soon as it comes into contact with the nymph's smooth skin, you both suddenly shake and tense as though an electric shock has gone through you.

The nymph cries out as her back arches and her arms fall away from you, trembling and shaking with overwhelming sensation. You cry out as well, but, where the nymph seems to have lost strength, you feel yourself somehow growing stronger. Your body feels like your own once more and your mind clear. Your body is taut with the sudden influx of energy and strength and you feel that arousal that had been rising within you grow hotter and wilder within you. It is different this time, however, as you know this arousal is your own. It is not the nymph's power that is making you react this way. It is yours.

It is an unfamiliar thing, this overwhelming feeling of heated desire, and it pounds in you in time with your hammering heart. It is a powerful thing, that sudden wild lust and, as you look down at the naiad who has fallen onto her back with her body still shivering and her breasts heaving with panting breaths, you feel the overwhelming urge within you to satisfy that lust with her.

Despite having fought so hard to keep from doing exactly that, you now feel the savage need to take the nymph and use her body to satisfy your lust. It is ridiculous, one would think, to fight so hard against something just to give into the urges a moment later, but it is different. It is different because, now, it is you who is in the dominant role. You are the one with power over her now and, somehow, that feels right.

You look down at the nymph and, with breath coming in short soft pants through parted lips, you move to grab her and do exactly what it is your body bids you to do.