Lured by the wind

Unhooking your axe, you grip the leather of handle firmly. Cautiously approaching the trees, you part the brush with care, ready for attack. The breeze around you begins to pick up and you start hearing a strange noise carried through the wind. It sounds vaguely human, but you are not certain because it is only repeating a single word, over and over again:

"Alraune...Alraune..."

The shadows are thick in this group of trees, and you need to wait for a few seconds to allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Gradually, you begin to make out a figure in front of you.

To your surprise, before you lies a beautiful girl. Her face is that of a young woman, with round cheeks, smooth, unblemished skin, and full, pouty lips. Her waist is as narrow as her hips are wide and her skin is shiny and supple, but you find it difficult to determine her color complexion. The light streaming through the canopy gives her a greenish-hue. She is also completely naked.

You watch, hypnotized, as she runs her hands over her body. Her fingers slowly trace the lines of her neck, over and around her large and perfectly round breasts, stopping briefly to tease her nipples, and then stopping between her thighs, at her sex.

What's most surprising though is that her eyes are solid green. No whites, no pupils, and no irises, just a pure, emerald color. You aren't sure where she is looking specifically, but you know for a fact that she is looking at you. She spreads her arms wide, exposing her incredible breasts, and tilts her head, beckoning you to embrace her.

Something is wrong here. Something at the back of your head is prodding away at your thoughts, asking you to reconsider, but you can't seem to hold onto the thought. There is sweet, alluring smell in the air that clouds all your thoughts. All but one: You must have this woman.

The stiffening in your pants confirms it and your rapidly rising heartbeat agrees. Faster and faster your heart beats, until all you can hear is the pumping of your blood as it rushes past your eardrums.

Your axe makes a dull thud as it slips to the ground from your loose fingers. Then your sack falls next, rustling with your belongings. Dimly, you hear the sound of your belt unbuckling and falling off, along with your short sword. You don't even remember taking your clothes off, but at this point you don't even care. You're now only two strides away from this irresistible woman.