After returning from a long and successful hunt, a young hunter of the Amazon spotted a particularly lovely-looking mango tree, picked a luscious fruit, sat against the tree, and took a bite. Unbeknownst to the hunter however, the tree was not just a tree. She regarded him with a negative predisposition because of his occupation, but otherwise saw nothing wrong with him picking a mango or two – no more than that, though!
The hunter considered the mango as the most delicious he had ever tasted, and began to pick a few more of the tree's fruit. The nymph had been having an uneventful day as it was, and was feeling a bit daring. Although there was no wind this far below the canopy, she began to sway in annoyance. The hunter immediately perked his head in her direction, having felt the tree's movements, yet clearly noticing a lack of even the smallest breeze to entice it. Intrigued, he stood up and inspected it closer.
She was initially surprised that the mortal had noticed, but she hadn't been around many enough to know that they're more observant and less foolish than she thought... Or at least this individual was, anyway. As a hunter however, he had been trained from childhood to be ever mindful of his surroundings. He slowly drew out his hunting knife before jabbing the trunk that jerked unnaturally in response. Having his suspicions confirmed, he realized that the tree was, in fact, an epimeliad! Feeling mischievous, he pulled off a few small leaves to entice the tree-spirit.
She noticed the look of realization and excitement on the young hunter's face with dread and watched as he pulled leaves from her. It's the equivalent of pulling a hair out, and although dulled, it was still painful and definitely annoying. She knew what he wanted, but that only hardened her resolve to stay in tree mode. The hunter, looking disappointed that the nymph was more or less unfazed by his antics, began to think of alternative methods by which he might get her to change form. He began to scratch the trunk, but after a while with no response at all, cursed mildly under his breath, the tickling affecting the tree even less than the pulling of her leaves had.
Growing impatient, he fished for the flint stone in his bag and hastily lit the driest stick he could find before sitting down again, this time facing the tree, and held the burning wood in front of what he assumed to be the tree's face. She tried to ignore the flame, but she already hurt from before, and the pain was becoming too much to bear... After almost a full minute of it, she couldn't take it anymore and was forced to her last resort, shrinking and softening into a white-haired nymph.
Disoriented from her shifting, the successful young hunter easily caught his prey in his strong arms. The epimeliad snarled and slipped out of his grasp with surprisingly fast speed, hissing at the hunter like a leopard from a good distance of three or so meters away. The man quickly jumped up and chased after her. Once again, the nymph as a reflex attempted to dig her feet into the ground to revert to a tree, but realized that she was standing on thin topsoil – impossible to root in. She instead turned around and leapt onto a tall, broad tree trunk and began climbing the generous amount of vines, narrowly missing the predator's grasp.
Being a swift-footed man, he quickly caught up to her on the ground and - of course being skilled in tree climbing, - leapt up the tree behind her. She began to feel frightened - wondering what this man wanted from her.
Surely not mangoes!
Otherwise he wouldn't have forced her into her true form! She climbed faster, and although she was but a sapling, she had decades of experience climbing trees. However she wasn't used to being chased, and was panicky, slipping and falling a few feet. She scrambled desperately for grip and quickly found it again, but the hunter had managed to catch up to her when she had fallen, and was again able to grab a hold of her, this time in a stronger grip. He pulled her down, forcing her to relinquish her hold on the tree and pressing her against and it with his body.
He leaned forward and bit her lip.
The nymph yelped, (but not without a deep blush) wrenching her head back and began to squirm desperately. The huntsman wondered if this girl, this epimeliad, was truly this naive and inexperienced. He held tight to her wriggling form and again pulled her close before sinking his teeth in her clavicle. She gasped as she felt his teeth press into her collarbone, trying to jerk away again, but was pressed flush against him and couldn't move. He moved up her neck, the bites changing to nibbles, and to just kisses, going across her face and toward her lips.
It was only then that she realized that this young mortal wanted sex, this realization accompanied with feelings of defiance. Surely no mortal could satisfy a nymph! She deemed him unworthy, attempting to slip out of his grasp again. Instead of pinning her to the tree again, the hunter let go of the hold he had on the vines and still holding the girl fast, the pair fell the few meters to the ground, their fall slowed and smoothed by the vines of the tree. The epimeliad kicked and pushed at the man, trying to get distance between them.
"Who does this girl think she is?" He thought irritably.
"You need to calm – down –" he murmured as he pushed the tree-girl into the soft ground, holding her limbs away from his body, and bit her neck hard enough to leave a faint mark. As if to answer his unstated question, she managed as she struggled, although not very strongly:
"I-I am an epimeliad! A diety! You - you can't d-do this to m-me...!" She manages as she's helplessly pinned to the ground, limbs held fast and useless. She studied him, wide-eyed and wounded-looking, searching his blue eyes for some hint of letting up. But alas, there was none, only a hungry, lustful gaze. He again bit her neck as she whimpered softly,
"Please... n-..." but doesn't finish, a deep blush spreading to her cheeks as she becomes aware of the electric feel pooling at her sex. The hunter loosened his grip slightly as she finally stopped flailing beneath him. He bites her again, more softly this time, and from there, with alternatively tender and fierce nibbles, moved up her neck until he reached her mouth and pressed his lips forcibly against hers. She quickly noted that his hold had relaxed and decided to attempt an escape, lurching from his grasp, but not fast enough as the bigger male pushed her into the ground roughly, looking annoyed. The nymph's eyes follow his as they trailed up to the copious amounts of durable-looking vines in the near vicinity and then came back down as he grinned knowingly at the girl he had in his grasp.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Although the hunter was by that point rather displeased with the nymph's behavior, he spoke to her remarkably calmly:
"So that's how it's going to be, is it? Mmm... Well, that's fine by me - it's more fun this way, anyway," he added with a beam. He reached over with one hand, easily restraining her with the other, and grabbed a bundle of vines, which he quickly used to bind her, wrists to each other and ankles to a pair of nearby trees. She writhed beneath him, but his hold was strong and merciless as he tied her limbs together. It suddenly hit her that - although she had never worn a stitch of clothing in her half of a century-long life, this - lying with a man's Vienna sausage hinting at his intentions through his pants - is the first time she has ever felt truly naked. She was thoroughly terrified, but simultaneously hugely turned on...
Her writhing and squirming only aroused the hunter further as he threw off his clothing. He ran a hand, with very little of his prior gentleness, through her hair before impaling her with his swollen cock. She cried out, back arched in the sudden, shocking pain, her eyes beginning to prick with hot tears as he suddenly popped her cherry, not to mention the splitting sensation of her tightness being stretched so ceaselessly. She stayed frozen in place, trying not to move due to every shift caused her terrible splitting pain. Inadvertently her cries as well merely turned him on further and he didn't slow down at all, thrusting into the nymph formerly untouched by mortals and deities alike.
