Venus' body

The nymph continued its elegant little dance about Venus, and the floral scent only grew stronger with each pass. In fact, it grew so strong that the shadow hunter had trouble smelling anything else, and she found her mind growing slow and foggy from it, and she began to realize that something was wrong here.

"What do I request, my hunter? Your body!" Without waiting a moment longer, the nymph sprung at Venus with a speed that she had never witnessed in any being before. Even if she had not been slowed by the intoxicating smell of the creature, she would likely still have been incapable of reacting quickly enough. With a grunt, the huntress fell back to the ground with the nymph atop her.

"My body? What do you mean?" Venus said, attempting to push herself up only to fall back once more as the nature spirit sat on Venus' hips, smiling victoriously as she reached back and undid whatever it was that held up the 'dress' that she wore. The leaves fell away, the dress falling apart and being carried away on the wind, revealing the nymph's lovely and expansive chest to the eyes of the huntress.

Venus' eyes widened as she realized what it was that this creature wanted, "You can't be serious. I have never lain with another woman before!"

"Then perhaps it is time that you learn, my hunter, my blossom," The nymph's voice was husky and rich with both need and desire. She leaned in, not wasting a moment longer as she pressed her lips to the shadow hunter's, kissing her with a **** passion. Venus stared at the nymph in absolute disbelief as those velvety soft lips captured her own, gently suckling upon them before pulling back with an anxious sigh, "It has felt like ages since young men and women entered my forest. Fear of the wolf keeps them away, and I have grown so lonely. But you shall keep me company, and you shall keep me warm."

Without hesitation, the nymph returned to the kiss, moaning gently into it as she began to grind her naked sex against one of Venus' thighs, soaking the trouser leg with her apparent need. As the nymph's lust rose, so did the scent of jasmine and lilacs, and so too did the heat grow within her body. And Venus found that her own desires were growing too, despite herself. The nymph was working her magic upon her, and the shadow hunter found that she was helpless to resist, her own womanhood burning with an unsatisfiable and insatiable demand.

It was finally the nymph who broke the kiss, taking one last drag of her tongue across Venus' lips, a thin glistening trail of saliva connecting them for the briefest instant, "Are you ready, my poppy, my sweet?"