Andrew shivered with nerves. He had been trudging through the deep woods for what seemed like hours. All was silent save the gentle creaking of fir trees bowed under the weight of snow. He looked up at the slate gray sky and scratched himself under his inadequate furs.
He was searching for mushrooms, his mother having sent him deep into the forest on a quest to extend their meager larder. The cruel slaver Lord who dominated the region had been slain by a redheaded legend whose name was passed amongst the common folk in awed whispers: Summer. Rumor percolated that she and a shadowy companion fought against tyrannical Gentry all over the land in the name of justice. Andrew, ground down to a fine paste through years of toiling fields for the Lord knew little of justice, but he did appreciate not having to give half his family's crop away in tithing to remain freemen.
Their already hard lives had not improved much in the following seasons. The fall harvest was poor. His father, a pumpkin farmer, had fallen ill and his mother, already strained with the pressures of keeping their few sheep producing milk, had turned dour and snappish. What little cheese they produced scarcely bought enough coin to buy seed for the spring. Much less a crust of bread or barrel of salted pork. Lean times called for hard measures.
Andrew crunched slowly through the snow. His basket held a few scrounged tubers which he looked at longingly. A sharp pain lanced through his growling stomach and he shivered again. The deep woods were frightening and he clutched at the sheathed rooting knife he had taken from the kitchen back home. He longed for his warm bed and the crackling hearth. He smiled at the thought of his ever bubbly sister Emma assembling a meager broth from what he hoped to find, then frowned at the knowledge that his foraging would likely not be enough to feed them all.
His gangly frame struggled through another bank of snow bordering a brook. Aha! There under a gnarled tree root a ruddy gleam caught his eye. Limbs flailing, Andrew scrambled along the bank as close to the steaming water as he dared. The local hot springs were known to the townsfolk but rarely visited due to their remoteness. Falling to his knees, Andrew excitedly drew his small knife and began digging. The tuber was
huge.
It might be enough to feed the whole family! He cackled aloud then quickly hushed. The deep snow drifts seemed to absorb his shout of triumph and he shuddered at the cathedral like oppressiveness. Loud noises seemed somehow wrong in the deep woods.
Andrew cast a curious eye to the large golden tuber. He had never seen anything like it in his twenty odd seasons. It was warm, far too warm for the cold ground he had extracted it from, and seemed to pulse with light. A toasted smell wafted past his flaring nostrils and his aching stomach growled. "Maybe just...one little bite?" He thought, salivating with desire. With shaking hands Andrew cut a slice and popped it past his chapped lips. Glorious sweet and salty richness flooded his mouth. He chewed in almost ecstatic relief. Finally the hunger pangs would fade. Leaning against the embankment he thanked the Godess for blessing him with a rare bounty. Thus temporarily satiated he dropped the remainder into his basket and stood.
"Yuk! I'm filthy," He said aloud, exasperated at the state of his mud splattered breeches. The fastidious young man grew irritated if he even so much as missed a morning shave. Speaking of which he was feeling rather stubbly. Rubbing his chin, Andrew pondered the iron sky then the steaming brook. He had plenty of time before it became too dark to venture home. Smiling to himself, he squelched up the muddy bank and set off upstream.
"AHHHHHHHHHhhhh..." A satisfied groan escaped between Andrew's chapped lips. He settled back against a convenient boulder, feeling the tension of the long hike melt away like a pat of butter in a hot bowl of porridge. His pack lay close by, small mirror, razor, and soap in a neat pile atop his folded breeches. He dipped lower in the water, corded limbs soaking in the heat until they were a ruddy pink. "I could sit here till I am as wrinkled as a prune from neighbor Judith's garden!" he tittered to himself.
Turning, Andrew eyed the shaving kit before reaching out and gathering the items closer. Lathering himself thoroughly he apprised his reflection. A handsome but nondescript young man stared back. Rich brown hair sat in a rangy mop atop his head. "I could use a trim soon," he thought before dragging the razor with care across his fuzzy chin.
Lost in his reflection Andrew did not notice a small figure hidden behind a snow covered bush on the opposite side of the hot springs. Narrowed eyes burned in indignation at this trespass on forbidden ground. An owl hooted in the distance. Startled, he lowered the mirror and peered in the direction of the noise. "Odd. It's far too early for them to be out hunting," Andrew thought muzzily. He shook himself, paranoia having gotten the better of good sense.
Why worry? He was warm and content. His stomach wasn't growling for the first time in weeks. Wafting in the steam of the pool small golden sparkles appeared. Curiously he danced delicate fingers through the air and giggled as the points of light caused tingles to shiver up his arm and down to his toes. It was almost as though gentle hands had begun massaging him down below. A flush stole though him as he peered beneath the surface of the glossy rippling water.
He could not see anything. But he could have sworn something was massaging his cock. From across the clearing pointed ears twitched behind the bush. Whomever was watching Andrew knew what was coming and would thoroughly enjoy the show. Trespassers deserved just desserts.
Andrew gasped. There it was again! His member engorged as his eyes swam in the heat of the pool. The fingers of something unknown caressed his aching balls and tickled its way from root to rapidly inflating tip. More hands began caressing the thin thatch of hair on his chest. He gasped again as nipples were tweaked and pinched. "Surely not a water nymph? How could he have been so stupid!" He thought with growing panic. He had heard whispers of nymph's voracious appetites for the flesh of men, but he had thought they had all but disappeared.
Neck deep in the water rising panic could not spur Andrews jelly limbs to action. The only part of him that was remotely hard was his pendulous cock. Blurrily he noticed teeth nibbling their way down his chest. Somehow parts of the steamy water seemed firmer than others and as an even hotter heat engulfed his cast iron stiffy, he melted into oblivion. Rhythmic ripples spread across the surface of the pool as the nymph sunk its maw down his throbbing cock. He had always known he was a little above average, but the entity seemed to have no problems taking his length and slurping him towards completion.
He hissed through clenched teeth. Golden motes swirled around him in the rising steam and the lurking figure beyond the bush nodded in silent approval. A small hand darted under a woolen skirt and began probing dewy folds. Hot breath steamed past pouty lips and a pair of long pointy green ears twitched as pleasure coursed through the voyeur. Too far gone in the throes of his own passion to notice his leering guest, Andrew's hips began to thrust against the rising tempo of the nymph.
A second set of teeth scored across his superheated flesh and he felt another set of hands slip between the cleft of his cheek to probe his rear entrance. In his mind's eye he knew not one, but multiple nymphs had banded together to extract an offering of potent seed. The finger of firm water probed tentatively at first and then slipped deep inside to unerringly batter his prostate. Never before had he teased the rear gates (had such an act become known it would have caused great shame for his family), but now in the unearthly hot spring he saw the Goddess for the first time.
He bit down a cry as his turgid length pulsed and fertile nuts began to spasm. Eyes to the gray sky, he lost himself in a quaking climax. Rope after rope surged forth from his iron member. Never before had the occasionally furtive pawing with neighbor Judith's skinny daughter ever caused him such toe curling spasms to echo through his loins. As the final blast of cum spurted into the pool he could have sworn he heard faint, tinkling laughter as he faded into blackness.
