Nymph

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Trance sat below a tree, on the banks of the small river that ran through Hydroponics, daydreaming. She had taken her shoes off, dangling her toes in the water, and dressed in cut-offs and a t-shirt. She longed to strip entirely and immerse herself in the cool stream, and the more she thought about it, the better the idea sounded. Finally, looking and listening carefully until she was positive no one was near, she stripped and tossed the t-shirt and shorts by her shoes on the ground. The water was cool, and pleasing in the erotic way its gentle motion lapped against her hot skin. She swam for a while, until a chill began to take the pleasure away, and then stepped out, the water dripping from her skin, to sit on a rock overlooking the stream.

She spun 'round when she heard the crack of a footstep on branches from behind her.

Dylan stood before her, with blond hair and sun-darkened skin. The scruff of a few day old beard was on his chin, and his arms were sinewy with muscles well-used. He was dressed strangely, in what appeared to be hard leather over his chest and softer leathers underneath. At his side hung a small sword and a pack, and across his back Trance could see the tip of a very large sword.

Trance's mouth fell open in surprise, as she sat there, dripping wet and naked, unable to say a word to this apparition before her.

When he spoke, his voice was deep and rumbling, and very, very pleasant.

"Are you a nymph?" he asked, chuckling. "Risen, seductive and wet from the waters?" He walked closer to Trance, and knelt so that his head was level with hers. "'Tis said that to catch a nymph is luck, but to lie with one means death. Your beauty does bewitch a man's loins, though."

Trance couldn't believe he had just called her beautiful. His eyes were still fasd ond on hers and her breath felt short. There seemed to be some sort of message in his eyes and Trance's body was answering.

Dylan stood and unfastened the leather thong holding his scabbard onto his back and then slowly lowered it to the ground. Trance's eyes watched his every move, her cheeks growing warm with where her thoughts wandered. Slowly, and with great care for his possessions, Dylan divested himself of his weaponry. Well, almost all his weaponry. Trance smiled at the thought.

Glancing up, his hands about to unfasten the hard leather that covered his broad chest, he caught her eyes and smiled as Trance blushed.

"A shy member of the folk," he chuckled. "Well, I think I'll just have me a wee bit of a swim here with you, if that be fine?"

Trance nodded, still unable to speak. She had barely heard what he had called her, and slowly it dawned... he thought she was one of the faerie folk! He thought she was a nymph, a water nymph most likely.

Her train of thought derailed as he pulled his soft leather jersey over his head, revealing broad shoulders, also sun-bronzed and strong. He hooked a hand over the waistband of his trousers and quickly drew them down over his narrow hips. Trance's breath caught in her throat as he stood before her, naked and strong, his intentions clear.

Dylan's eyes followed Trance's gaze to that part of him which stood out stiff and long from his loins, and then he caught her eyes in his again.

"A hungry nymph, are ye? Well, I think a wee bit of a swim first, and then we'll discuss other matters." He walked up onto the rock by Trance and then down into the water. Once in he called to her, "Jump, nymph! And I'll catch ye!"

It was as if Trance were under a spell. She stood, slowly, seductively, and then waited before jumping. She landed in his arms, a bit harder than either of them intended, knocking him back into the shallow water. They landed in a tangled heap, Trance on Dylan's lap, feeling his hardness against the softness of her bottom. She lifted her eyes shyly to his face.

He was staring at her again, and before she could react he had pinned her shoulders beneath his hands and claimed her mouth for a kiss. His lips moved against Trance's with a deep hunger, and her lips parted automatically to allow his tongue entrance. His tongue slid into her mouth, caressing the roof, sliding along and discovering every crevice as it fenced with her own. She moaned against his mouth and felt him grow harder beneath her, if that were possible.

When their lips finally broke apart, he growled huskily, "If to lie with a nymph is death, then 'tis a death I gladly welcome!" His lips were on her's again so quickly, and one hand slid down to capture her breast.

His hands weren't as rough as Trance expected as they tantalized each nipple. His fingers rolled the tender nubs to hard points, his thumbs teasing the tips while he continued to thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth.

Trance leaned forward, her breasts aching for more, and she felt his mouth leave her's to trail a fiery path down the edge of her throat to the hollow at the base of her neck, then finally to her breasts. Dylan teased her still, his mouth and tongue caressing the tops of each breast, then the sides, then licking up the hollow between the two. Her hands came up and her fingers entwined in his hair and she guided his head until he caught one nipple between his teeth.

The sensation was ecstasy! Trance moaned, sliding her hips against his, the feel of the water lapping over them adding to the sensation. His mouth still locked to her breast, suckling deep, his hands guided her feet until she sat more comfortable on his lap, one leg on either side of him.

His hands began to caress the rest of her body as his mouth continued to play havoc with her senses, tasting first one nipple, then the other, and then back again. His hands slid over the curve of her waist, down across her smooth buttocks to caress the shape of her ass, then forward until they found her warm slit, fiery to the touch.

Dylan slid one finger deep inside, and Trance moved against it. He lifted his mouth back to her's, and with one hand on her breast he slid his other finger deeper, while the thumb of the hand caressed the throbbing nodule of her desire. Trance's hips moved against his hand, and he moaned her pleasure as he thrust his fingers deeper and deeper.

Trance was about to go over the edge when he took his fingers from her. She cried out, but the loss wasn't for long as he lifted her hips and settled her gently against his throbbing member. He positioned her carefully and she slid down, feeling him hard and thick, filling her until she thought she would split. They stayed still for a moment, their hands caressing each others bodies, their tongues fencing within their mouths. Then slowly, oh so slowly, they began to move.

He slid in and out, deeper with every thrust. Trance could feel herself grow damper, and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure. His fingers slipped between them, caressing her clit until she suddenly felt spasms of pleasure wash over her and cried out in delight.

As Trance started to come, she felt his arms stiffen around her as he thrust deep, and felt the warmth of his juices within her.

They looked at each other, and he commented softly, "'Tis death to lie with a nymph for she exhausts you."

She laughed as he picked her up and carried her back to the rock, lying her down beside him. Her head on his shoulder, her body curved to the contours of his, she fell asleep.

Trance awoke with a start, finding herself fully dressed, and no sign of Dylan. She took a deep breath, amazed at how intense the dream had been. She had started to pull her shoes back on when she heard footsteps approaching.

Dylan came out from the low plants, his fencing foil over his back, the leather padding her war to protect himself glistening in the bight light.

"You ok Trance?" He asked, noticing her flushed state, "You seem shocked?"

"Just a little Serendipity." Trance smiled, "Just a little Serendipity..."

The End