A Lusty Nymph

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light outside. Atop the barrow you live in stands ancient holly tree, older than the barrow itself. Your home is nestled in a small clearing amidst an evergreen forest, cut by a meandering stream.

“Well, look who’s come back from the dead!”

And that stream has an occupant. She's resting languidly against the far bank of the stream, and aside from weeds, grasses, and the odd flower clinging to her body—all plants that live in the stream—is completely naked; her faintly blue-tinted skin is bare to the world. The water come up to her chest, and her breasts float and sway in the current.

Level 7 Naiad

Elemental, Nymph, Explicit

You purse your lips in response, as your memory continues to settle back into place. You know her. She lives in that stream, and while it runs quite a distance away from this clearing in either direction, that makes her your neighbor.

“**** can be… disheartening,” you say. “Not all of us can vanish into water at the first sign of trouble.”

She pushes herself off the bank, and floats lazily over to your side of the stream, her hair—a striking, dark blue-green—trails behind her. “That wasn’t meant as an insult. I’m glad to see you up and about again.” She looks up at you as she presses herself into the near bank of the stream, and she smirks. “I know that look in your eyes. You’re running one of your schemes.”

The corners of your mouth quirk up. “Am I? What an interesting notion.”

“You haven’t come out in ages,” she says, “but now you do, first thing after an update? It’s not that hard to guess.”

Your smirk grows, and you laugh. “And here I thought I had a look in my eyes. Why do ask? Are you looking for something to do?”

She chuckles, and pushes herself back out into the water. “No. There’s only so much time until the Heroes show up again, and I think I’ll enjoy the peace and quiet.” As she talks, her feet rise up to the surface, and she floats on her back down the stream. Her breasts fall part-way to either side of her, and now you have a good view of her bare pussy.

You walk alongside the stream with her. The nearest ford is downstream, and she certainly doesn’t mind you drinking in the sight of her body. Your cock swells.

You really had been in that barrow for a long time.

You can’t really blame her for wanting to relax. Being bonded to the stream, she doesn’t have to worry about such base concerns as food or water, and there aren’t many things stronger than her that come nearby. An increasingly insistent part of you wants to relax with her. But you need to get a hold of a Claimant Crystal, and to do that you might need to move fast.

You aren’t entirely sure how they work, but you imagine you’re smart enough to figure it out. And if you can find one, you’re confident you can part it from its owner, whether by silver tongue or silver blade.

When you both come to the ford, she lets one of her feet dip to catch herself on it. As you step in to cross, your boots, aged though the leather may be, keep your feet dry. Her still-floating leg is pulled by the current, parting her legs, and giving you a particularly inviting sight. She smiles at you.

You raise an eyebrow back at her. “You’re trying to seduce me.” It isn’t a question.

She laughs. “Can you blame me? No Heroes means no stabbing, but none of the fun stabbing, either. And if you leave, that means the only things around with cocks are goblins.”

You grimace at the thought. There is a certain appeal to the plump softness of a female goblin, but the males are squat and jagged, to your eyes. And, with few exceptions, they are resolutely stupid—too stupid to spend time trying to please their partners with those malformed cocks of theirs.

She reaches one of her hands down to rub over her pussy, and groans lightly at the touch. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”