Pale-skinned, ginger haired and lazily immortal, Suzanna more inhabited than lived on, the forested valley floor. Her presence permeated the space below the leafy canopy, flowing like a living mist among the ancient trunks and over the leaf-strewn forest floor.
Suzanna lived alone, as they all did eventually. She avoided the humans, the words of her father intact in her brain after centuries, "They are weak," his eyes afire with protective passion. "They are born and they pass on in the twinkling of an eye. They are not as we are, child."
The myths of humankind grew up around the shivers and crawling skins of the primitives as they walked among the trees and so it was that over time, they came to avoid the cool green of the lower valley area, calling it haunted and cursed.
As ever with men, that which is feared is made to be conquered and thus in his nineteenth year, David wearing only his loin-cloth, shouldered a pack of provisions and amid the daring chants of his peers descended the summery slopes where the village nestled, toward the forbidden green dimness.
Suzanna squatted naked over the root over her favourite tree, golden urine streaming from the ginger-red triangle between her legs, the pink lips of her cunt peeping through her puberty and glistening wet in the occasional caressing sunbeam that penetrated the canopy. As she relieved herself, she heard David's soft foot-fall when he entered the forest some miles away. Soon afterwards, her nose caught his sweaty scent.
Despite her father's warnings, she had never seen a human and never sought to know that which she must avoid. Now though, she knew the weaker species was near and that she must conceal herself and allow the man to go on his way. Yet curiosity ignited in her ancient soul and though she strove with it, it burned her, wheedled with her and finally she was vanquished. What harm could it do to wait high in the trees and behold that which she must never encounter? She leapt into the branches and concealed herself in the leaves aloft.
David approached in such haste it caused Suzanna to wonder at the speed and stamina one so feeble could muster. Though she could manage powerful leaps and vice-like grips to the branches of trees, such prolonged effort was beyond her -- why be strong after all when one had eternity to rest on one's journey? The smell of his sweat drew nearer and she was fascinated by the sounds of his movement, his breathing and his heart as it beat in his chest, hammering against his ribcage.
He stopped once and she detected the aroma of his urine, similar to her own, as he relieved himself against a tree. The scent held traces of a mystery that brought to her pussy a sensation she had yet only felt in dreams. While she waited with growing anticipation for the strange sweaty weakling to approach her tree, she quietly fingered herself as her mother had taught her to do when the time came, massaging and rubbing her clit, drawing flowing juices from her cunt, arousing herself to climax. Gushing squirts of her cum splashed on her inner thighs and ran down her perineum to her arsehole, dripping on to her branch and causing her to bite her lip to stifle her moan. She did not know David's mortal ears could never detect the sound of her pleasure at such distance.
David had entered the blanket of Suzanna's presence among the trees. His skin cried out against his folly, hardening into goose-pimples, the hair on the nape of his neck standing on end. So it was true, there was something here. The sunlight penetrating the leaves was golden now and the shadows were lengthening as if the the forest was closing in around him, swallowing him into itself, trapping him in the vines that crawled on the ground and snagged his ankles as he walked.
Fear awoke in his brain and peaked out from behind every thought. How could they know if he'd made the centre of the valley? Why not simply make camp here for the night and return on the morrow with nought but tales of moles in the undergrowth. But he knew he could not live the lie, that he must press on until the trees thinned and the ground grew damp near the lakeside. He pressed on, chewing dried meat and kicking aside the undergrowth. He could smell the lake now and he knew he would make its shores before the light faded.
Idly licking the pussy juice from her fingers, Suzanna monitored his progress. He would pass beneath her tree by the sounds of his foot-falls. She could almost feel the unnatural heat emanating from his flesh and she was ever puzzled by his remarkable stamina. Things were not as they had been in her heart. Such a creature of weakness could never launch this valiant an assault on the forest and then all reason fled her as he emerged from behind a trunk in the gloom below her.
He must have heard her gasp for he looked up, sharp eyes slicing the oncoming night, piercing the canopy, raking her naked flesh with their molten gaze. She had never beheld such a creature. His skin was tanned and his eyes blazed fiery blue from the mass of blonde curls cascading over his bulging shoulders and down his rippling back. Every ounce of him exuded power and beauty.
Suzanna's gaze moved down his body like a hungry tongue, licking eagerly over his enormous hair-covered chest and his hard flat stomach. Her eyes lingered on his cock, hardly concealed by his loin-cloth, hanging limp and thick, the testicles cushioning it amid a light brown forest of its own between the tops of sturdy trunk-like legs. His feet, bare and tough were planted on the treacherous forest floor, unscathed by stone or thorn.
She watched amazed as he slowly lowered his head and walked on. How could he have missed her? His eyes had found her, pierced her, possessed her, brought her pink nipples to stiffness and renewed the juicy stream in her hungry womanhood. Yet he simply went on into the forest as if she did not exist. This was a strange day.
