"Someone there?" Xany asked, knowing it was useless. Her feelings confirmed, the sound that was there just a moment ago, did not return. She recalled, her ears did not receive a single sound other than the swell of a soft breeze that stroked leaves. The figure lurking invisibly in her surroundings would have to be very skilled in stealth to fool her ears.
Her frown deepened, walking towards the closest tree and laying her hand onto the trunk. "Mother Tree, you must have felt the rush of leafs as that figure passed on by. Let your twigs show me which way it chose."
It seemed like a soft wind bended the twigs towards the shrubs nearby, yet no wind had filled the air. No wind had lifted the silence, which only made the suspense even harder for a young curious elf as she was. She mumbled her thanks, stuck her long brown hair behind her pointed ears and stared with her green eyes into the darkness, hoping to catch a glimpse. Nothing changed, not a sound was to be heard.
'If something is there, I should be hearing breathing at least?' She thought to herself, then sighed and gathered her courage and started walking confidently towards the riverside. 'It is but my imagination,' indulging herself on a chuckle, 'again.'
She let her tensions go, and soaked up the lovely surroundings. The elf turned to see where she left her clothing and then realized all laid on the side of the river. Under the pressure of the warmth of summer, this morning she had been dying to go for a swim. Too shy to reveal herself completely, she had tossed away her tunic on the riverbed, yet kept her gown on her body. Looking down, she saw that the gown had soaked up a lot of water, revealing slightly more then just curves. Two pointy nipples stuck out, which made her blush. "I should dry my clothes..."
She chuckled. "Or else every man in town will not be looking at my eyes..."
The young elf undid the fastening at the back of her neck, feeling the fabric slowly sliding off. The water made it stick to her skin, needing to pull it down, slowly revealing more of herself in the process. Once the dress was down her ankles, she stepped out of it and hung it over a branch and seated herself on a flowerbed right between some shrubs. Being so exposed now on the riverbed, instead of being exposed under the water, made her curse herself for taking the gown into the river. The flowers tickled her behind and as a protest she plucked one and smelled it. She felt like she had conquered nature.
Suddenly, again the pressing feeling of being watched was there, now even more pressing due to her current predicament. This time, instead of looking around, she leaned back until she laid flat and closed her eyes. 'It's not there... it's not there...' She ran through her mind, but her ears shifted attention from distance to distance to sense anything.
She wondered that if, only if, someone was watching from the other bank he would have a great view. Somewhere inside her a primitive feeling arose. As if being watched gave her the intention of being naughty.
Another chuckle escaped her lips while letting her hand glide over her thigh a moment, then slowly to the inner thigh and firmly stroke it. She wondered what the person on the other bank would be doing. 'Would it come closer? Or simply like to watch and play with himself?'
A realization came to her; she could not know what was out there. Not even whether something was actually there. She could imagine a firm male, walking up to her and pressing his strong arms around her. Or she could imagine a woman, giving her warm love and tenderness.
Her thoughts whirled a moment, not really deciding, then opened her eyes and looked up at the sky a moment. 'It is such a soft afternoon, this is not the weather for men to be about.'
The young elf closed her eyes again, her inner eye constructing a fair woman.
Before her spirit-thoughts appeared a not so tall dame, muscular yet soft of skin. She wore the same type of gown, yet her clothing was of a mint green colour, which matched her bright red hairs and dark green eyes. Her figure was not as toned as the warrior women of Tall'an, but firm to say the least. Her curves would make many men sing his love serenade.
She tilted her head slightly, amused by her own musings. She started to change the image into a living fantasy, stroking her hands over her body while she forced her mind to believe it were the hands of precisely that woman. Then, to make it easy on her mind, that her own hands were tied up.
The elf could feel the foreign hands touch up her feet and her legs, moving about around her belly and lower, avoiding only the most sensitive spots, while her own hands would lie bounded by her chest, pressing up her breasts. Two soft lips touched the skin of her neck, while soft curly red hair slid by the sides of her chin and wrists.
A soft moan escaped her own lips, being absorbed by this game of her own creation, arching her back slightly more while tilting her head aside. Giving room for the kisses on her skin that was but the touch of her imagination. She might be young, she had already had felt the touch of a hand along her body and of course her own hand along her most intimate places.
She was slightly biting onto her lip, while arching her back lightly as she ran a hand along her breast. Gently gliding over it while feeling herself slightly warming up by it, her fingers running over her own nipple until it turned taut. Her other hand sought the inside of her legs, feeling the remaining drops of water still emanating from her knees as she pulled up her leg a bit.
The kisses moved lower, where hands merged into lips, where a kiss on her nipple was produced by only the slightest pinch of her fingers. Down to her bellybutton where a tongue could only have licked as smoothly as her fingertip now pressed onto her tingling skin.
Her breathing turned deeper and slightly unsteady as her thoughts whirled ahead to what would come. She dangled her finger ever so slowly further down, yet avoiding her most sensitive spot until at the last moment.
She saw through her inner eye how the woman lifted her head up from her body and smiled while she lowered her gown to just below her breasts.
Xany, the elf, wanted her to be real so badly, just so she could get up from the grass and feel her warm skin press against hers.
She knew that when she opened her eyes, nothing would be there. 'Nothing but the shadow of my imagination.' Yet she opened them anyway, just for a moment
Above her hung a shadow, still blurred by her imagination that just would not go away.
"NO! NO!" A warm female voice whispered briskly. "Do not let the feeling go. Embrace it!"
Xany tried to open her eyes further to see more clearly, but it felt like a magical cloak hang densely around her. She did not feel frightened by the new figure around her, just curios to know what figure seemed to have come out from hiding.
"Who are you?" Xany asked. The figure became somewhat clearer, allowing Xany to see that the figure indeed had remarkable resemblance to her imagination.
"I am a wood nymph. Being as you are an elf, you must have heard about us?"
Xany thought deep and remembered solely a quote from one of her former lovers. "You are as skilled in bed as a wood nymph." She needed not to wonder why the wood nymphs did not occur in regular elvish folklore.
She grinned a moment, then pushed the memories aside and observed the woman a while longer. Somewhere inside her she felt surprised she had no anxious feeling about laying down before her as naked as she was. Without a doubt the cloak she sensed had something to do with that.
Reaching out with a hand she let her fingers glide between the curly hairs that danced around the nymph her face. "How come you look so close to my thoughts?" She mused aloud, yet was forced to closed her eyes again and returned to where she had left the fantasy.
"We nymphs sense that emotion, we sense your imagination. It is all you." The nymph almost sang softly with a soothing voice. "Show me what lies in your desire."
She let her thoughts drift a while, feeling several things coming into mind. Things she mostly only had seen at the falls. The bathing place of the women, where some of the female Elves were doing more then simply washing.
She pictured the nymph to slowly get out of her clothes and then to be a strong woman, picking her up and carrying her to the waterbed. A rush came to her mind as she felt herself being swooped up from the ground, carried a while and then lowered into the coolness of the river water.
Xany imagined how the nymph would seat herself behind her on the riverbed and started gliding her hands over her shoulders. It would appear firstly as if it was to wash, yet soon the hands would trail down to her breasts. She herself would glide her hands over the calves and thighs of the nymph, leaning her head against her shoulder. The nymph gathered water in her hands and slowly dripped it besides her neck down over her breasts till it had reached her nipples.
She could feel the waterline slowly dancing just below her bellybutton, and the breasts of the nymph pressing against her back.
"Please, call me Yuáng." The nymph brought into her mind.
'Yuáng. I always liked that name.' Xany thought. Then she smiled; of course she did.
She slightly shook her head and continued on with the fantasy. Yuáng kept on stroking her breasts a while longer, then started moaning softly in Xany her ear as the young elf moved her hands slightly further up to Yuáng her inner thighs.
She felt how the private area's of the nymph were well groomed and slowly felt up her mystical lover. Whether she was wet she could not tell while sitting down in the river water, yet Yuáng sighed a strong sigh as Xany moved her fingers around the nymph's orifice.
Gently she entered her, only but slightly, before going just a bit up and brushing over the area between her hole and the clitoris. The nymph reacted by pressing her closer and burying her face in her neck.
"That's right...yearn..." Xany said amused.
She felt her finger sliding deeper into her new found friend, touching up her insides.
At first the elf did not know exactly what to look for, only knowing of a rumour of a G-spot inside. Then, almost instinctively, a sense came to her of where to look for it.
Even as it seemed far inside from her current position, she reached to her max and found the place that can give a woman so much more pleasure. Her finger rubbed over it, feeling the nymph tensing by it.
The nymph laid her head on her shoulder, completely surrendering herself to the feeling the young elf gave her, almost like the nymph was no longer in control of her own magic. Gently Xany started moving her finger in and out, just before she pulled out to tease her friend with a flick past her clitoris one more time.
