The Quest for the Green Rose

The business card on top of the ancient oak desk said "Capt. John (Jack) Walker (Rtd). Adventurer (lic'd)"

The woman lying naked on the desk was also being licked.

"Oh," she moaned, "you have to stop, I have a job for you."

The man between her thighs said "mmm."

"I'm serious," she said, "it's an adventure. It's right up your alley." Standing, the naked man manoeuvred his cock, saying "I've got just the thing for your alley."

Twenty minutes later, as they were both getting dressed, the man, also known as Capt. Walker said, "tell me about this adventure, Pet."

His business associate, Ms Petronella Raven, replied. "All the details are in this dossier," dropping a thick file on the desk labeled 'The Green Rose', "it's a mythical treasure that hasn't been seen for over fifteen hundred years. According to ancient stories, the Green Rose can only be found in the heart of the Great Forest. Some historians claim it is guarded by a legion of fierce warrior women. Others state that another Nature itself protects the rose. Scholars consider the whole story complete fantasy."

"What do you think" asked the Captain as he adjusted his belt.

Buttoning her blouse, Petronella replied, "I think you're getting paid a lot of money to find out."

Grinning, he started to unbutton her blouse, despite the best efforts of her nimble fingers. "How about you give me a full debriefing..."

Twenty minutes later after he dressed, again, he left the office and his latest adventure began.

It was just like travelling through time. In a little over 24 hours he had gone from the 21st Century back two hundred years. Travelling first by jet, then high speed train and finally by Uber, he was now standing in a small rural village on the edge of a foreboding forest outside the village pub, The Buxom Arms, a building that could easily be 300 years old. Carrying his bulky pack in one hand, he entered and walked over to the bar.

A roaring fire warmed the half dozen weary, rustic folk sitting at tables scattered around the room. All talk had ceased once he crossed the threshold.

"Evening all," he said to the room in general, "I'd like a pint of your best and a room for the night please" he directed to the bulky barman.

"That'll be cash, in advance," grumbled the barman.

Our hero sat at an empty table, in a dark corner away from the warming fire, but he felt all eyes upon him. He kicked his pack under the table, out of sight.

A buxom young girl brought his drink.

"I'm told you are staying the night. Care for some dinner?" She asked. "We have some stew left."

"Sounds fine. What can you suggest for dessert?"

She grinned and blushed simultaneously. "I'm sure I could find something to please you Sir," she smiled as she spoke.

Their hands brushed briefly as she passed his drink over.

"Thank you. I look forward to something sweet after dinner," he said.

She soon returned with a hearty meal and another tankard of the local brew.

"I hear that you are staying with us. My name is Sally. The nights are cold. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to keep you warm."

"If anything pops up, I'll let you know first," he replied.

After he had eaten, the barman came over, sat at his table and spoke.

"We don't get many strangers here. Tell me, how long do you expect to be with us and what do you intend to do in our tiny cultural backwater? You don't look like an average tourist. I couldn't help but notice your pack. It looks like you have something serious in mind."

"It's a bit of a story. How's about you get another drink for me and one for yourself and I'll explain."

The barman nodded to Sally who quickly got the drinks and brought them over.

Passing his business card across to the barman, he spoke. "Call me Walker. I'm interested in the Dark Forest. I've heard tales of mystery and possibly vast treasures, for those brave enough to solve the riddles."

"Only those who survive, enjoy the treasures," said the barman whose name he said was Baker. "Many have gone into the forest and none in my lifetime have returned."

"Perhaps you can offer me some advice?" asked Walker.

He took a long sip of his drink and looked Walker up and down before replying. "I have plenty to tell and I suspect nothing I say will discourage you."

Sally sat down at a nearby table and listened intently. A hush fell over the room. All ears were listening.

"See that garland of flowers above the bar," began Baker gesturing to a string of fresh red roses entwined in a circlet, hanging from a nail. "They were picked 100 years ago by the only person to have safely returned."

"What was his name?" Walker asked.

"Anna, her name was Anna." It was Sally who interrupted. "She is the only one to come out alive and she stayed six months before going back. I know, she was my great, great, grandmother."

Baker continued. "There are unnatural dangers in that forest. Wood nymphs, tree spirits and ancient creatures."

"Evil?" Asked Walker.

"Not essentially evil," said Baker. "They have their own ancient moral values. It doesn't translate into modern 'evil' because they haven't been corrupted by our lifestyle."

"You call yourself an Adventurer," Baker. "Have you ever encountered a nymph before?"

"I've had my share of nymphomaniacs," laughed Capt Walker.

"Nymphs are no laughing matter," Baker stated. "They seem ageless, permanently young and forever attractive. They are the eternal guardians of the Dark Forest."

"Not sure how this is supposed to be bad," began the Captain.

"Have you ever picked a wild flower? Stepped on a branch and broken it? Cut firewood? Nymphs consider all of these things to be punishable by death. Men, all men are the enemies of the Dark Forest.

Any man who goes into the Dark Forest, never comes out.

The history of men is to wage cultural genocide against all living things, especially trees. Ever since man discovered fire, forests have suffered."

Laughing, the Captain said "I find this hard to believe. You know all about the Dark Forest, but no one has ever come back to tell you."

"Don't laugh too soon, friend," said Sally. "Men aren't safe from nymphs, but it is different for girls. My great, great grandmother Anna had many stories of nymphs. Tales that she experienced herself and they'd make your hair curl."

"It's late," said Baker. "Last drinks. Everyone go home."

Sally turned to the Captain and said, "your room is at the top of the stairs, first on the right. I'll be up soon to turn down your bed." She smiled and winked. "I've already arranged to have your bed warmed for you."

"I hope I can show you my full appreciation," said the Captain.

"One final word," said Baker, "if you insist on entering the Dark Forest, please pay your bill before leaving..."

Darkness had settled around the village, bringing almost complete silence and stillness while Baker and the Captain continued their talk.

There was a sense of foreboding as the Captain climbed the stairs to his room. The door creaked as he stepped inside. Candles burning low on the mantle provided just enough illumination to show the big four poster bed. He stripped all his clothes off before he noticed the lump in his bed. Blonde hair cascaded across the pillow. He smiled as he reached out to gently touch the shoulder resting under the covers.

Sally turned. "Good evening Sir, your bed is prepared." She lifted the covers to reveal her naked body reclining before him. "Join me and I'll share some Secrets of The Nymphs of the Deep Forest."

The candle light showed Sally's big soft breasts, her rosy red nipples resting on soft white skin. Sally opened her legs, revealing her lush bush of pubic hair. Candle light flickered as her fingers worked between her red lips. She was wet and juicy as she stared at the Captain's nude body. Her eyes watched as his penis grew long and hard.

Her fingers were dripping wet when she brushed them on her nipple. The Captain licked his lips as her nipple became firm. He bent over and took her nipple in his mouth. He tasted her juices as his tongue teased.

Reaching out, Sally pulled his hips down onto the bed. Pinning his shoulders to the bed, Sally mounted him and her small wet cunt quickly engulfed his cock. It was tight and she groaned as she forced herself on him.  Moonlight made her breasts glow as they bounced up and down.

It was the most intense lovemaking he had ever experienced. In a few brief seconds he completely lost all control.

His climax exploded, his cum shot deep inside Sally as she straddled him.

He could barely speak as Sally grinned at him. "Wood nymphs are very skilled at using sex to kill. Men in the Dark Forest die smiling."

"How," he tried to say, "do you know?"

"I've been inside the Dark Forest. I know some of its secrets and I know that without my help, you will never see the Green Rose!"

Sally was sitting on Cap Walker's lap, his cock slowly softening in her pussy. His cum dribbling onto his groin. She wriggled before she hopped off him with a soft pop.

"I can tell you everything you need to know about nymphs after you've made me cum. And then, only if you promise to take me with you, into the Dark Forest. You will need me if you hope to escape from the Crypt of Lieberkuhn."

She stopped talking as her lips closed around his flaccid cock.

Licking his cum from the soft knob, tasting her own juices on his shaft. Her nimble fingers clutching his balls, her fingernails tangling with his pubes.In only a few seconds, there was movement, her teeth pulling on his stiffening flesh.

As soon as he was solid enough, her hands took over, rubbing and stretching him until he stood proudly erect. Her lips sucked up the cum that had oozed onto his lap, then they kissed across his belly.

Finally, her lips reached his and they kissed passionately.

He almost didn't notice when she manoeuvred her cunt onto his erect cock, drawing him into her body. Entwined in ecstasy they rolled and writhed, kissing and thrusting, until together they climaxed.

They blissfully dozed.

Sally woke first. Leaning over him, her nipples tickled his nose. First her left, then her right, lightly touching his nose, edging towards his mouth, teasing him out of sleep. His blue eyes opened to her soft white breasts floating in front of him. Her green eyes seemed to glow in the half light.

"Wake up," she said, "dawn is an hour away and I have much to tell you."

"Firstly, do not travel at night. Establish your camp early and don't leave your tent in darkness, no matter what happens. Nymphs own the night. Your life would be forfeit.

Never touch a living plant or animal for any reason. All life is protected by the Forest. Wood nymphs protect the trees, water nymphs linger in the rivers, streams and springs. Mountain nymphs reside in dark caves and grottoes. Plants and flowers have their own guardians.

To survive, you need to honour and submit to the nymphs. Ideally, you should help the nymphs by performing certain tasks that they set for you.

Last night Baker was wrong when he said there was no evil in the Dark Forest. At its heart lies The Crypt of Lieberkuhn, and that is evil incarnate. It was sealed eons ago, before the time of man. We can only hope that it remains closed. Even the smallest crack would spell doom for the world.

You are an adventurer, but you cannot complete this task alone. I was in the Dark Forest as a child. I can guide but cannot protect you.

Are you up for this challenge?"

"Tell me about the Green Rose," he asked. "I need to know more about its location and its protectors."

"Ah, the famed Green Rose! It is not what you expect.

Yes, it lies within the Dark Forest. It grows wild and free. Many colours of roses can be found in the Forest but only one bush produces the fabled Green! It can be found deep within a valley, the same one that shields the Crypt of Lieberkühn. Are you prepared to journey through the Crypt?"

"I'm thinking that I should call my associate, Professor Petronella Raven. Prof Raven has many outstanding qualifications and has journeyed with me many times. Together we conquered Mons Venus!"

"I'm impressed," said Sally thoughtfully, "she sounds suited for the role. But we cannot wait for her. I can leave instructions to guide her. We must leave at dawn."

Light was beginning to show on the horizon as Sally began dressing. He sighed wistfully as her delicate breasts were buttoned away behind her shirt. He started dressing once she slid her long legs into her tight blue jeans. Departure could not be delayed.

Leaving some cash on the bar, they helped themselves to a quick breakfast, packing the leftovers as they went.

They started crossing the field behind the pub just as the first rays of sunshine crested the horizon. The morning dew was damp on their boots and the day promised to be golden, until they reached the edge of the field and the eaves of the Dark Forest loomed gloomily ahead.

The Captain stopped to survey the dark obstacle in front of them. The village behind him sat in the middle of a lush valley. The two mountain ranges that formed the valley, crashed together with wild untamed forests covering steep hills and stark cliffs before cascading down onto the valley floor.

Man had tamed and farmed the lowland fields. Nature unbridled, ruled the forest.

From where he stood, he could make out several waterfalls leaping from perilous cliffs high on the mountains surrounding the Dark Forest and disappearing into the treetops. Trees that had never felt an axe towered over thick, dense undergrowth. There was no evidence of any entrance or trails leading in under the heavy foliage.

Sally ran up and down, searching for an entrance. He could hear her muttering and mumbling to herself. Suddenly, she disappeared as she fell into a natural hole on the edge of the field, close to one of the largest trees.

"At last! I've found it!" She cried. "The belly button! Follow me!"

Sally started crawling on all fours towards the Dark Forest. She almost disappeared in the undergrowth, her peachy arse barely constrained by her jeans was something he would willingly follow anywhere.

"Get down on your belly, it's the only way in," she called back to him as she crawled away and he lost sight of her. Dropping onto his belly, he followed the trail of crushed vegetation and slowly, carefully he entered the Dark Forest.

As he crawled, the warm sun on his back was replaced by an oppressive coldness. Sally helped him to his feet in a small clearing between massive trees. Looking up, he could only see thick, entwined branches heavy with dark green leaves.

The air was heavy and oppressive. The heat was unbelievable. He looked at Sally. Drops of sweat dribbled down between her breasts. His shirt was wet and sticking to his broad chest.

"We're in!" She exclaimed. "Night falls quickly here. Let's find somewhere to camp and get some rest."

He willingly agreed. His jeans already felt like a tent was being erected by a team of eager Boy Scouts.

Sally found a small clearing not far from the edge of the Dark Forest. He tried to orient himself. Looking through the trees, he could just make out the golden glow of the fields. They were so close, yet they seemed so far away. There were no tracks or trails to follow. The canopy of trees shrouded the sky. It was impossible to tell if it was noon or dawn. The little light that managed to get to the forest floor cast shadows in every direction. He pulled a compass from his shirt pocket. The ever reliable needle spun lethargically, aimlessly, unable to find north if his life depended on it.

"Yeah, as if my life depended on it..." he muttered to himself.

He went to the small tent that he'd just finished putting up. Sally had chosen the spot. A recent storm had caused a large tree to crash to the ground. Falling, it had dragged some of the canopy down with it. He pitched the tent so that it backed onto the fallen log, offering some protection from whatever could come at them from that direction. The constant heat sucked the life from him as he struggled to set up the equipment inside the tent. Nothing of value was to be left outside. There was barely room for the two sleeping bags amongst the gear that came from his pack.

Sally poked her head through the tent flap. "We have to rough it tonight. I can't risk a fire until I've had a better chance to see where we are. I think an early night, with plenty of rest, is needed."

Sweat stained clothing was peeled away.

Sally's green eyes melted as she watched him strip off his jeans. She'd been thinking of his cock all day, remembering how she had ridden it all of the previous night.

It was not just sweat that had made her underwear wet. She licked her lips.

The tent was small and cramped. Two sleeping bags were spread out on the ground. Everywhere else was crowded with gear and supplies.

Kneeling they faced each other, the oppressive heat causing sweat to run down their naked bodies.

He softly kissed her mouth, his tongue snaking between her lips. His hard cock brushed against her soft belly. She eagerly kissed him back, her mouth open, her tongue wrestling with his.

Her hands reached out to his hips and groin. They both fell onto the soft fabric of the sleeping bags. Her fingers curled around his firm shaft, pulling him down towards her wet aching pussy. He positioned himself above her.

He wanted her and she wanted him.

Effortlessly, he manoeuvred his body, adjusting her open legs so that they easily wrapped around his waist. One hand teased her pubic hair, tickling her as he worked towards her lips.

First one finger then a second lightly teased her pussy. He could feel her wetness. Her hand was guiding his erection, pushing the knob against her engorged clit. Her body responded to his fingers, arching her back as he gently thrust down. His knob pushed into her, his penis sliding between her wet lips.

Her thighs gripped him. Her hand clasped onto his arse. She pulled his body tight as he entered her. He felt her cunt squeeze his cock, holding it firmly as he slowly moved back and forward. Every thrust pushed him deeper into her. Every withdrawal teased his knob.

"I want your cum," she said, "don't stop. Fill me!"

He continued to thrust, rocking her body every time. His balls slapped against her, his shaft knocking her clit.

He came with a grunt, his load of cum more than filling her sweet pussy.She squealed with delight.

"I have to taste you, give me your cock," she stammered, moving underneath him. Her hands took hold of his wet, sticky penis, as they shuffled around in the tight space of the tent. Sweaty bodies awkwardly moving.

When her lips were finally in reach of his penis, her tongue licked his wet knob with delight. She tasted his cum on her tongue, curling the tip to scoop up his essence, smacking her lips together as she relished his taste. Her mouth closed around his penis, sucking the tender knob, feeling him squirm.

Not to be out done, he panted like a puppy as his hot breath excited the over aroused flesh of her cunt. She held herself above him, his cum dripping from her pussy lips onto his face, her juices flowing freely. His hands reached around to pull her arse down onto his face, almost smothering him, as his mouth opened wide to match her already stretched cunt. Immediately, his tongue shot into her, licking up her juices as his lips searched for her clit.

His cock slowly disappeared into her mouth, his shaft wet with her juices. Her nose inhaled his musky smell as she buried her face in his groin. She was almost choking as the full length of his penis was drawn into her mouth. Pulling out, her saliva covered his shaft and her hand easily slipped around his cock. The exposed knob, bright red, as her hand moved up and down, wanking him.