Aileen's World sketch concept~
Dreams of the Wood's
The night was cold and dark, the wispy clouds spiraled in a cold star pocked sky. A fine mist swirled along the ground silently stalking the boots that hurriedly stumbled by. The feet in those boots belonged to a very confused woman. The pull of power upon her was over whelming, it had forced her from her bed in the monastery.
The compulsion that she felt to enter the nearby forest was painfully driving. Her heart pounded in her chest and beat rapidly with the fear of what was calling her. She was also overcome with a sense of excited urgency.
Aileen did not like this loss of control, but she was also very curious as to what was happening to her. She knew instinctively that it was not the satyr community calling her. Theirs was not a power strong enough to summon her like this. This power was old. Ancient even. She could not name it's origin or determine what it was that could call her from bed, demi goddess that she is. Needless to say she was afraid.
As Aileen stumbled through the dark forest, she began to perceive a soft glow ahead of her. A few yards further and she burst upon a small secluded river canyon. Sheer granite walls stretched several yards above her head. There were many different kinds of trees clinging desperately to the walls of the canyon reaching their starved limbs towards the shinning moon. In the center of the canyon was a small island surrounded by the quick flow of water from the river.
Aileen stepped into the water slowly, the cold shocking her body. As she walked deeper into the swirling, chilly water, her nipples firmed and tighten under her thin shift. She then began to swim threw the current toward the island. The closer she got to the small mass of land the brighter and more pronounced the light became. It was now impossible to mistake it as the glow of moonbeams shinning thru the tree limbs. Slowly the light began taking on the form of a bipedal being. Long pale hair became visible, then as Aileen swam nearer, elegant and well muscled arms and legs could be seen. Soon it was clear who and what was calling her.
A dryad? What was a tree spirit calling her for? How could a dryad even have enough power to summon her in the first place? So many different questions raced through Aileen's mind as she crawled over the bank, up on to the island. Her night dress caught on a rock and ripped terribly, as she stood. The thin material could not handle the stress of the pull and tore at her shoulder, and at the hip where the rock originally caught it. Aileen's right breast was now fully exposed and her left one was barely hidden under the shreds of her nightshift. From her hip to her knee, the creamy expanse of hip, mound and smooth thigh , gleamed whitely in the light given off by the moon and dryad both. Aileen looked so young and fragile standing before the dryad like this. He was almost sorry for what was to become of this night.
" Aileen, do you know who and what I am?" the dryad asked. His voice was old like the forest with notes and sounds of animals whispering though it. It was hypnotic and sensual. She could even hear the laughter of her satyr friends echoing inside those words.
" I know what you are, sir, but not who you are. Your some kind of dryad, a tree spirit, wood wife ... err husband? But how... how could a tree spirit summon me? You're not that powerful."
"That is true in most cases, dear Aileen, but not in my case. I, ...I am different from the usual tree spirits and wood wives that you have meet. They are all my children. I am the first."
" Many, many life times ago my brother bound me to this form so that he would have no rivals to the fey thrown that Oberon would someday pass on. He bound me to the trees, to walk only when the moon shines. I was not angry at him, for he gave me a court of my own, for as I walked the land I awoke the trees of the glen and forest. Soon I had many children and was a king in my own right. My brother again jealous of I had become, up rooted my tree and placed it here on this island. Effectively trapping me for all eternity."
"But, why? Why not just swim off the island? Move your tree yourself? Or have your children help you. Why call me?" Aileen begged to know
"Oh, child you know why I can't do that. I may be a dryad, but I am also still fey. Which means I can not cross moving water. Neither can my children. However, my children have found a way to free me. They traveled far to a place called Delphi and spoke to an oracle there. This oracle told them, that only a child of the line, that which imprisoned me, could carry my seed to the far bank. So that again I may grow and walk among my children and mankind once again.
"That is why I have summoned you, Aileen. It has taken me a full year to save up the power needed just to call you. On this night, of autumn equinox, was the night that I was reborn into this body. Tonight is the night I have domain and power. So I have summoned you, to help free me. For you are the only one that can help me."
Aileen stood stunned, and speechless as everything that the dryad told her began to take shape in her mind. All at once something clicked and then made terrible horrifyingly tragic sense. "Wait, you said only a child of the line, that which imprisoned you could free you? That would mean ...."
" Yes, Aileen, your father is my half brother. That makes me your uncle, Methalin.
It also means that you alone in this world can free me. No one else can." He said
"Please I beg of you, help free me. All you need do is carry my seed across the water and bury it in the nearby bank so that a new tree can grow there. Please, I beg you niece, help me!?"
Aileen looked upon this poor man, and pitted him. She had no love towards her father, nor did she care for his petty ways of pushing folk around , in both the middle realms as well as the mundane realms. She then decided, that she would defiantly help her uncle become free. Mostly just to spite her father.
"Tell me what I need to do uncle. Where do I find your seed at to carry it to safety?" She asked.
"Oh child," Methalin laughed," I may be a dryad, but my seed is in the same place all men carry their seed."
Aileen's eyes widened at that, only then did she fully come realize that Methalin was standing before her fully naked, and fully aroused. Before, she had been to intent on what was happening to notice. Now, however, as he spoke those words did she finial see, and as she looked him up and down, did she begin to feel the zing of arousal herself.
Of her own accord, she took one hesitant step forward, and that was all the encouragement her uncle required. Aileen gasped as she felt the coolness of his treelike hands wrapped around her arms and draw her to him. His fingers on her arms felt odd ,being just a bit longer than a normal mans, slightly rough like bark, but still soft.
Methalin pulled her close against his body, her large breasts pressed hard against his cool skin. He could feel the rasp of her tight nipples against his chest as he slid her up his long body; so that he could taste her lips. "Hold on to me Aileen," he whispered to her as he wrapped her legs around his hips. "Hold on to me tightly."
Aileen, spasmodically wrapped her arms around Methalin's shoulders and neck. She didn't realize that he was so very tall, nor had she been expecting him to pick her up like a toy doll. His strength amazed her and increased her desire at the same time. She could already feel her woman's excitement wetting her thighs. Her heart beat began to pulse inside her center, her clit was becoming a solid bud of sensation as her legs spread and wrapped around her uncle's hips. She could feel his cock pressing firmly at her labia. Soon it would push between her outer lips and find her dripping wet pussy. He may not know how wet she was , but she knew. She could already feel her juices flowing down her inner lips and dripping off her thick butt cheeks. She could almost hear the drip, drip, drip on the ground.
