This is a story from the Chronicles of Idethen. My intention is to write individual stories about Idethen's adventures, so each story can stand alone. This story is the first: The Song of Calandra. I hope you enjoy! If you do, please comment and let me know. Thanks, G.
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a small village, in the darkest of times, a girl named Calandra reached the age of 18 and became the most sought-after virgin in all of Arcadia. Most of the girls believed that her birth was by rape: Dionysus taking her mother, now dead and gone, making Calandra a bastard child of the divine.
She was an orphan girl, but she was raised well by her Uncle Alexis, spending times in the woods near her home, up in the trees, singing melodies that no throat, anywhere around, could match. For this and more the other girls doted on her, teasing her and sometimes throwing stones at her. But they could not reach her — every stone they threw always missed, as if her beauty was indeed protected by the gods.
Her form was an exquisite composite of young femininity. Fair skin worn over a petite frame, she had pouty, berry-red lips, and dark, unearthly black hair crowning her small face, and deep blue eyes that shined like the crystal pools of the forest. Her breasts were small, but swollen with pointed nubs that begged the eye to wander. This added great balance to her bow-shaped hips that curved into the tight, artful haunch that men and certain women of familiar persuasion would want to explore. Nether secrets of her flesh had been seen by no man, remaining a mystery that bordered on the supernatural itself.
Only Calandra knew the mystery of herself and it seemed to remain that way. All men scared her, made her want to run and hide from them. Unmarried men who frightened her would speak no more than a few words — perhaps merely hello — and she would disappear, scampering away like the unnatural creature that she was. They started calling her The Nymph Calandra behind her back, women with women and men with men. It wasn't until some young women sat around and talked about her virtue and chastity that a plan was hatched to ruin her forever. These girls collected three young, horny boys of age that yearned for her, and told them that a fortnight hence they would have their prize.
During the next two weeks they befriended Calandra, helping her every day with her chores. Complaining of their sweaty, filthy bodies, they begged Calandra to show them where she bathed. Calandra, sweat and naïve to the sheep-cloaked wolf of people — having no friends before — showed them the river and they bathed together. Afterwards, to show them that she was a good friend, she sang them a song of Hercules fighting a dragon. Her melody and resonance so moved most of the girls that when they all went back to the village all of them had second thoughts but one. They all promised not to tell the boys about her whereabouts, but the one who could not agree — the one with more hate in her heart — crossed her fingers. Her name was Obelia.
Obelia showed the boys where the river was, where Calandra bathed, and told them that she would bring Calandra there on the morrow — once Calandra and her had finished chores. By this time Obelia knew by what time they'd be finished and on the way to the river.
Of course the next day came and everything went as planned. Obelia and Calandra walked to the river, drifted out of their clothes and stepped into the river to cleanse themselves. Obelia could not see the boys, but she knew they were there. She could feel them watching her naked flesh, gazing over them with breeches about to snap from their need.
What she didn't know was that there was another man there, too, who Obelia had never seen before or talked to. People who knew him called him Idethen, and Idethen had been watching all of this from the very beginning.
Idethen was a curious creature, too. He liked to watch and play his
aulo
flute from the bushes and trees. How could he not be carried by music from the trees? First thinking that she was a dryad, Idethen began planning his move to meet her, seduce her with wine and dance and capture her in a coital harmony only given to man through feminine divinity. He began, however, to notice that she was a mere mortal, perhaps only a half-blood. Upon speaking with other nature spirits, he realized that her mother was a nymph, who accidentally killed her father with an eruption that he could not withstand. His seed transferred to her with a curse of mortality as he died, smiling up at the gods.
Idethen dreamed still of having her, but when he saw that mortals were moving in on her, trying to break her purity, his plan changed. It was time to save his singing bird. When he was sure she was safe he spent his time fashioning a spear of oak wood, tipped with a metal barb that he carried as a symbol of his family. He sharpened and prayed to the gods that his protection of her be true.
So, as Obelia and Calandra bathed he began hunting the bushes for each of the boys. When he came across one, pumping at the stiffness between his legs as he watched, Idethen ran the spear through him, killing him quietly. Then Idethen found another, doing the same thing — the young man's dick shining already with precum that wet his fingers. Idethen stuck the spear through his throat, so that he would make no noise.
The last two boys acted before he could find them, waiting and naked, beating their excitements in anticipation. Unable to wait any longer, the young men darted from the tall grass, and the bushes they were hiding in, splashed into the water as Calandra screamed. Obelia laughed as they grabbed the virgin, their dicks sticking out from between muscled thighs.
Idethen made his move. He was taller, heavier and the water parted faster from the thrust of his powerful legs. His lower half was furred, black and his hoofed feet stomped in the water with ease. He cut the first man's throat and stuck the other man through the head. Both dropped dead, the water around them turning red before being carried away by the slow current of the river.
Both girls screamed now. Obelia pushed Calandra back, throwing the poor beauty back into the water to give herself time to get away from the beast. That's why Idethen went after her first, snaring her arms. Obelia spun around, falling to her knees and saw the trunk of his penis dangling before her. She screamed again and passed out.
Idethen lifted her and threw her over his shoulder, grabbing Calandra as she still kicked and screamed to escape him. Her, he did not harm. She let him wail upon him with all her tiny might. He walked with her in his arms, the other girl over his shoulder the whole time.
When he reached his Grotto, which was there and not there at the same time, he locked Calandra in his hut and tied Obelia to a tree. Calandra had settled by this time, too tired to scream any longer, but Idethen took it carefully when he went back to the cabin. Calandra, having screamed and kicked for so long, had passed out in a bed of hay.
Idethen then grabbed his aulo, which dangled from a nearby tree and he tuned a piece that called the spirits of the trees. It was little Eolande, the pixie, who came to him, her little purple-colored wings (like violet petals) beating in the air from her bare shoulders. If Eolande wasn't so small, her little body would be nice to play with.
"Eolande. I summon you because I found a girl in need. Would you do me a favor for a boon?" Idethen said.
Eolande nodded, smiling, saying, "Oh yes, Satyr of Pellyn. I've always wanted a boon from you. Oh, how exciting!"
"Would you take the girl home and make sure she's safe on the way?"
"Oh, yes, Idethen."
Idethen used his magic to make him and Obelia unseen while Eolande flew to the window of his home, lifted the window with her dust and entered. Calandra laid on the floor and awoke to see the violet faerie.
"Where am I?" she asked Eolande.
"It is no matter, Calandra," Eolande said, knowing her name from the whispering trees. "I am here to show you the way home."
