The leaves began to turn in color and then fall. That was when Deanyr told Rega his time had come. Tears were in both their eyes as they fucked for the last time. Deanyr's hands dug into his back, her legs wrapped around him as he thrusted expertly, kissing her neck and caressing her hair.
"You must go Rega," she whispered to him as they lay next to each other, spent.
"If I leave you," he said, "it will be like a part of me is ripped away."
"Which book did you learn that line from?" she said with a smile.
"That one I made up," he said and kissed her.
"Go," she said, getting up.
"Please..."
"If you leave now you'll be able to cross the mountains before the snows come."
"Deanyr..."
"We've talked about this Rega."
Rega nodded and began to get dressed. His things were already packed with enough provisions for the journey to the Capital. He also had a letter from Deanyr addressed to the Arch-Mage, which would hopefully grant him acceptance into the Academy.
Deanyr stood on the threshold of the doorway naked, tears in her eyes and her hair billowing in the wind. Rega walked and never looked back, just as she told him to. He walked and walked until the sun set and he reached the edge of the woods.
"Follow the stream, then the river, until you see the Jagged Mountains," Rega repeated to himself. He reached the river and followed it as it snaked into the woods. Rega conjured a fireorb which floated next to him and he stepped into the darkness of the forest canopy.
Rega had walked for several more hours before stopping to set up camp. Dinner was dried meat, nuts and seed. This would also be his breakfast and lunch for the several days it took to reach the village at the base of the mountain, before he could replenish his supplies. The woods were cold and quiet, but Rega's Sight told him he was safe - only docile creatures lived here. He hoped it would continue to be this way. He tucked himself into his sleeping bag and quickly drifted to sleep.
A playful finger prodded his cheek and as his sleepy eyes opened he was greeted with the sight of a nude woman sitting next to him and smiling. Around him were several others who were rifling through his belongings.
"Hey!" he shouted and instantly got up. They all giggled and vanished, except for the one standing before him. Rega looked at her and realized that she must be a forest nymph.
He looked at her and realized she was incredibly beautiful. Her naked body was tinged with a faint green although her hair was the color of the dying leaves. Her breasts were well formed and her hairless pussy had bright green lips. Even though she looked even more youthful than him, she was probably several thousand years old.
"Um...am I intruding in your woods? I didn't sense you here."
"We were the ones who sensed you. Your magic is very bright and it smells so yummy."
"Oh I see..."
"Could you perhaps," the nymph said shyly, "share a little with us?"
Rega laughed.
"I know the stories, nymph. You take my seed and I fall under a spell, and I remain here for all eternity."
The nymph giggled.
"Is that such a bad thing, little boy?"
"Unfortunately, I cannot stay here."
The nymph giggled again and looked at him, with a look of lust in her eyes.
"The more reluctant you are, the more enjoyable it is going to be for me," she said, the tone in her voice changing into something more sinister.
Rega paused and considered what to do. He could feel the nymph's magic now, a wave of energy that began to build, though he had only the vaguest idea of what they could do. He tensed his body, preparing to attack.
"Oh, being naughty are we?" the nymph said and with a wave of her finger Rega found that he could no longer move.
"My magic is stronger than you here," she continued, drawing closer to him and whispering into his ear, "and I will have my fill of you."
With a wave of her hand he fell onto the ground. Rega knew he was in trouble now. The magic that had frozen him was powerful, but he knew all magic had weaknesses. Find its weakness, he remembered Deanyr teaching him, and you will find your strength to overcome it.
But there was little he could do for what would come next. Around him more nymphs started to materialize, all of them smiling and giggling.
"I get him next, sister!" one of them said.
"No! I'm the one who spotted him, I get him!" said another.
Rega realized he had an opportunity.
"S-she should have me f-first!" he said, struggling to mouth the words and looking at one of the nymphs.
The leader glared at him as they all started fighting.
"He said it! Let him have me!"
"Silence!" the leader of the nymphs said and all was silent.
"You will all have your fill of him," she said, "once I am done."
It was enough for Rega. Her magic had lost his grip on him for just a brief moment, enough time for him to unleash a shockwave that blasted the nymphs surrounding him off his feet. It was a crude spell, he knew, and he could have focused it better.
He got to his feet and ran as fast as his could. The forest floor was littered with the roots of trees and rocks, and he had to move quickly while still avoiding those obstacles. He could see an opening in the distance that led out to a field. He raced towards it, heart pounding in his chest.
The opening he was running to flickered and turned into darkness. The trees began to curve in on themselves and Rega felt himself slow down. He looked down to his feet and saw it sinking in the ground.
"Oh no," he said.
"Do you think," the nymph said, appearing in front of him, "it would be that easy?"
"Fuck," was all Rega could mouth.
"Indeed, foreplay is over. Now comes the fun," she said as her magic engulfed Rega. He felt his clothes fall away, leaving him exposed and naked.
"I'm sorry Deanyr," he thought to himself. If only he had learned more.
