Sh' layneath Featherlight

Well, here you are in the territory of the Nymphs, and you have no clue as to why your leader Stren Thickspear has brought the entire Bedding Band here. While you are all for fucking anything that moves, you really prefer males and there are so few male Nymphs that you doubt any will want sex. You suppose you could always screw the females and play with their heads a bit. That is your personal magic. You can plant thoughts into other creatures heads. In your lifetime of 207 years you have been with three or four lovers a day since your Elvin maturity at 20.

You wander a bit aimlessly through the wood until you find a secluded lake. You remove you pack and your clothes well aware that you have stumbled into a Naiad's Nest. With luck you will come across a male to seduce driving his harem of wives mad with jealousy. As you dive into the water you see that your luck is not with you. The slippery bodies of the female water nymphs surround you with curiosity. You surface tossing your mane of hair behind you and swim back toward the shore and you things. You lounge half in and half out of the water letting the sun caress your muscular naked form and then you stretch your mind out to the nearest nymph.

Come to me. you think, You want to make love to me.