"Would you fondle my cock?"

Sticking the leaf and twig in a pouch on his belt, Dante said, "Would you fondle my cock, if I take you to Neverwinter?"

The nymph put her hands behind her back, which pushed her boobs even farther out from her chest, and she took a couple sinuous steps toward him. "I will do more than that, if you like," she said in a breathy whisper like wind through leaves. She walked with a pronounced swing of the hips until she was brushing her barely-covered nipples on his chest, sucking on her lower lip as she moved. Her eyes bore into Dante with an animal intensity; there was something decidedly wild about this sexy, forest spirit. Dante knew from the lore he had learned at the Bard's College that nymphs could be insatiable lovers, seemingly constantly horny. He wanted to test that out. His pantaloons were painfully restrictive right about now.

Her hands caressed his body as she rubbed her form against him. Without wasting much time, she had a hold of his stiff manhood through the fabric of his trousers. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her upraised lips. Her tongue shot through his lips without pausing and entwined itself with his. They kissed hard and deep for several minutes while she worked her fingers up and down his shaft.

He pushed her back just a bit to give him enough room to grope her luscious melons hardly hidden by her thin, translucent camisole. He could clearly see her dark areola and bulging nipples. She kept her grasp on his cock and closed her eyes when he squeezed. ?Mmm, you are going to be fun!? she exclaimed. ?Pan just doesn?t come around often enough.? Her voice had a kittenish whine in it that really turned Dante on.