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The forest was quiet and serene. As far as the eye could see, a white velvety blanket covered the landscape. A gentle breeze, although barely audible, was soothing with its calming gift of white-noise as it stirred the needles of the conifers.
However, the tranquillity was boorishly broken when Girn came crunching through the knee-deep carpet. With heavy footsteps under the weight of his muscular bulk, he left a meandering trail in his wake. Puffs of warm breath became visible as they escaped his lungs.
Since leaving the cavern (and former prison) of the Ice Princess with his new magical weapon, Girn had marched on tirelessly, only shortly resting under an overhanging rock which had offered temporary protection against the unceasing snowstorms that reigned in these mountains. Luckily the clouds had parted when Girn had finally reached the base of the mountains and had entered the forest.
Now, the sun stood high in the sky yet brought no warmth to this cold place. Like his travels northward, the illusion of warmth he searched for in memories, his mind often trailing back to his short but intense time with Lyra Frostkiss. How he longed for a warm embrace, large pale breasts pressed against his chest. Although, at this point, if he found a comfortable place to sleep, Girn would already be pleased regardless of the presence of Lyra's breasts against him.
A rustle in the spruce tree to his left, and he was covered in a mountain of snow.
Girn snarled and a heartbeat later had his greataxe firmly in a two-handed grip, knees bent, ready to block or dodge an attack from any direction, scanning the trees for the assailant.
Looking up, another cascade of snow pummelled Girn in the face. Girn growled and dashed away, taking cover behind the wide trunk of a large pine nearby.
"Show yourself, coward," Girn attempted to taunt his assailant out of hiding.
"Relax, it's only me," a voice called back, clearly from amongst the canopy.
Carefully, Girn glanced around, trying to find the voice's source.
"Hello," it said again. "Up here! You still remember me, right? Or have you already forgotten about me?"
Girn smiled, now recognizing the voice. "Aryana, you troublemaker," he said and grinned. "How could I forget you? The cold hasn't numbed my brain that much." At ease, he casually slung the greataxe on his back again.
More rustling above among the needle-covered branches and Aryana the Forest Nymph landed beside Girn. While he was stood knee-deep in the snow, her landing didn't even leave a dent, or a footprint when she moved towards Girn.
Green-skinned arms enveloped Girn. He felt the gently push of Aryana's modest tits and the poking of her pointed nipples against his stomach. Locked in a tight embrace from the gorgeous Nymph, Girn couldn't stop himself twitching in his loincloth.
"Someone's happy to see me," Aryana mused and stepped back, inspecting Girn from head to toe.
"I'm not the only one it seems," Girn pointed at Aryana's stiff nipples.
"Ah, that's only because of the cold," she playfully said and winked, flicking her long hair and covering her small tits with dark-green locks. "Playtime is for later," she added matter-of-factly. "Back in the warmth of our grove."
Girn's eyebrows rose and he showed his teeth, eager to see the Grove of Eternal Summer that Aryana called home. Most of all, he wanted to replace the icy touch on his body for some long-awaited warmth.
"Invitation accepted," he said. "Lead the way."
"More important matters first," Aryana interjected. "We need your help."
"Who's we?"
"All of the Nymphs at the grove," Aryana clarified. "We aren't fighters, always relying on keeping ourselves hidden and choosing a peaceful approach when problems do arise. But this time... Although we tried to avoid walking an aggressive path, we need someone talented in the art of fighting."
"You've been attacked?" Girn ventured. Unexpectedly, he felt outraged at the thought of people hurting these beautiful and harmonious Forest Nymphs. Of course, Girn himself had only encountered Aryana, and on top of that fucked her beside his campfire, to put it crudely. Maybe he was biased... No, there was no way the other Forest Nymphs weren't as sweet and sexy as Aryana.
"Yes," Aryana admitted sadly. "It began with sightings of Giant Spiders at the edges of the grove. Harmless, and not unusual at this time of the year. But soon after, they crossed the border, leaving sticky webbing everywhere they went. We tried to push them back without hurting them, but they seemed unbothered, determined even to move against us. During one night, the Giant Spiders kidnapped our very own Mistress." Eyes watery, Aryana lowered her gaze. "Nobody knows how they entered the centre of our grove unnoticed. And now, without leadership, we don't know what to do. That was until I felt your presence approaching. I thought, maybe--"
"Aye," Girn interrupted.
Aryana looked up, glimpses of hope in her sad eyes.
"Don't worry, Aryana," Girn said. "You have my greataxe and it makes quick work of mere spiders."
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It weren't mere spiders, it were five-foot monstrosities skittering around on eight legs. Girn couldn't believe his eyes. In comparison to the ones he expected, these were giant alright.
Girn had followed Aryana through the forest for a while, lumbering behind her. Compared to the nimble Forest Nymph, seemingly drifting across the snow, Girn had been a destructive machine, pushing everything out of his path.
Aryana had had a little strut going on, swaying her hips from side to side. Girn had noted he had never gotten a good look of Aryana's ass. It was very generous for her slender frame, delicately bouncing with each step.
Suddenly, Aryana had stopped, finding Girn's gaze and gesturing to be silent by raising a finger to her lips. He had watched her squat, her ass nicely rounded, green skin tight. She had run a hand lightly over the ground, then had tilted her face up to study the trees above. Girn had followed her gaze and had seen the webbing hanging in the trees.
Aryana had held up a finger to draw Girn's attention back, then had pointed to the left, indicating the direction to go. For all his bulk, Girn had tried his best to follow silently as Aryana had risen smoothly and had stalked forward.
Now, they were at the top of a small rise, where the forest floor rapidly declined into a well-hidden hollow. If the trees around them were considered to be covered in webbing, the area below was overflowing with spider webs. Girn watched several Giant Spiders skitter across the hollow. He tracked their actions, most of them tending to various cocoons while a few gathered snow and pushed it out of their lair.
"There are a lot," Aryana whispered. "Working together, it seems, very unusual."
Girn silently agreed. The Giant Spiders were coordinated for a bunch of oversized eight-legged creeps. Most people would squish their smaller kin under a boot without a second thought. Not with these monstrosities, Girn thought. From this distance he guessed the creatures at least as large as Aryana. He reached back over his shoulder and felt the reassuring sharp edge of his magical greataxe blade. "Few or many, coordinated or not, it matters not. My greataxe will split all of them in half."
Aryana smiled and nodded at Girn, then pointed to a spot in the hollow. A limp arm was hanging from a hole in the side of a cocoon. "That must be the Mistress," she said before a spider covered the arm in webbing. Aryana let out a concerned sob.
Girn nodded and stood up, taking the Greataxe of Magic Protection from his back. "Stay here," he commanded Aryana and with a great roar charged down the slope.
As a response, the Giant Spiders seemingly screeched in unison. They all skittered towards Girn. Up close, Girn saw their thick bodies covered in coarse black hair. Eight beady eyes sat on top of a huge pair of fangs, dripping venom. At the end of the bulbous body hung a sharp stinger, ready to pierce Girn and inject coma-inducing toxins.
With gritted teeth, Girn did what he did best. Spider pieces were scattered across the hollow as Girn sliced and diced between them, dodging fangs, blocking stingers. Death cries and spider legs flew through the air. One time, a Giant Spider almost got its fangs in Girn's shoulder, but he was faster and headbutted the creature in its eight eyes before gutting it from fangs to stinger. At the end, the hollow was coated in purple blood and guts, Girn breathing heavily, satisfied with his work.
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With a deep gasp, the Mistress' eyes shot open. Instantly, she jerked upright, eyes wide with fear and confusion. Girn pulled the cocoon open further down to her feet, revealing her naked body. Aryana was weeping, fell to her knees and wrapped her Mistress in an embrace. Girn grinned at the hugging Nymphs, thankful they had been on time, the Mistress still alive in her cocoon.
Girn took a few steps back and appreciated the sight of the embracing beauties. The Mistress was put together much like Aryana; slender and graceful, gentle curves where her breasts were, more generous curves around her buttocks. Her hair was completely different from Aryana's dark green. The Mistress' lovely face was nestled in long white curls, contrasting her deep brown eyes.
The Nymphs hugged for a while longer, Girn's thoughts wandering. He imagined accompanying Aryana, entering the Grove of Eternal Summer and taking in the sight of countless Nymphs, lithe and toned, alluring and beautiful, lucious hair and soft green skin. Girn fantasized them walking up to him, touching his bare chest, kissing his abdominal muscles, caressing his muscled legs. One pulled herself up by his broad shoulders, eyes levelled, parting his lips with hers, inviting him to a dance of tongues. Meanwhile, other Nymphs were pulling down his loinclo--
