An Ethereal Figure

The last of the girls disappear, sulking like only teenagers can, the last stragglers appearing to part way for.. someone. You strain your neck, but from you can't see much from your awkward position. With a heavy sigh you let your head fall back, as the exhaustion finally catches up to you. Your dick is aching, your balls feel drained and your body is increasingly sore from your uncomfortable accomodations. Despite the protest of your shoulders and arms, you could really use a nap.

Drifting away, there is a sound, the softest of rustles, but still enough to make you open your eyes again. You gaze down and your first impulse is to rub your eyes disbelievingly, but still tied to the stupid tree... You see a mysterious figure slowly moving through the clearing towards you. The white robe rolls and flows around her feet like uncoming fog; the cloth featherlight and practically translucent. The light of the setting sun behind her reveals silhouette of a sumptuous hourglass figure underneath. Under the hood you spot a rich cinnamon coloured skin with inviting, plump lips tucked into an enigmatic smile.

She comes nearer and nearer, moving silently and barefooted, until she stands above you in all her strange beauty. As eerie and bewitching a scene, you're still more surprised when simply the sight of her is enough for your dick to start growing again. Your skin flushes with goosebumps and even though you can't see her eyes, you can feel her gaze running up and down your body. Something about it resonates with you and you look closer at her dark lips.

"Nilaya..?" You breathe, dazed by both the otherwordly experience and the rough treatment earlier.

"Hardly," Her voice is warm and laden with wicked promises. Her smile growth a bit and she reaches down, touching something to your face. A sweet scent fills your nose and mouth and suddenly everything goes black and you lose consciousness.