The following story is a work of fiction. This story is intended for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve consensual or non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, please STOP READING NOW. --------------- Kerry (MF(?) oral magic caut snuff?) By Egress --------------- Not again! The car coughed, sputtered, then died as I sweared a blue streak wider than the road. I pull off of the road onto a green patch and raise the hood. 'Bonett' they call 'em here. Ireland's a beautiful place, but when your car dies it might as well be the middle of the desert. You don't want to leave it, but there aren't all that many cars around to offer assistance. Actually I have only seen 2 or 3 cars in the past few hours. Strange, but on these tiny little roads in the outer edges of county Kerry I shouldn't expect too much. After an hour of tinkering with no success I lock up the car and start walking back along the road. There are two kinds of road. One is the engineer's dream; long, straight swaths of concrete and tarmac. The target has been sighted, and we're following along the shortest course. A road with a plan. This was the other. Follow a drunk around as he stumbles generally towards a light he thinks he sees in the sky. Keep going long enough and you just might get somewhere. Sometimes the switchbacks were so tight that you could see the road as it passed by. For the first hour I just enjoyed the scenery. During the second hour I got bored and just wanted to get there. At the third hour I was going bonkers, and by the fourth I could not deal with the stinking road anymore. That's it. Enough. I stop, hands on hips, looking at the next curve in the road, then over at the trees to my right. They look so cool, so inviting. It's almost as if the cool shade has been calling to me for the past hour. I step off of the tarmac and walk paralell to the road for a bit, the blades of grass soft beneath my hard shoes, the leaves soft against my face. The road to my left turns hard right and I see it ahead of me through the trees. I turn to cut off a corner and follow a small path through the woods and enjoy the scenic path. After a few precious minutes of solitude the road returns, a depressing sight. I decide to paralell the road from a bit farther in, and keep it just at the edge of my sight. The forest is old here. There are less bushes and more trees, with the occasional clearing. I stop for a moment in one of the clearings and listen to the wind making the trees moan, the rustle of leaves, the branches clicking as they touch. It is almost a language. As I crouch down and touch the grass, a sound of laughter reaches my ears. Gentle and light like sunlight on your face; happiness without a care in the world. How delightful! I look up and see a pair of green eyes and a cascade of red hair peeking at me from behind a large oak. "And what are you doin' runnin' through me woods now?" Her voice was gentle and her eyes twinkled at me from her hiding place. The Irish twang was a thing of beauty, melting my heart where I stood. "Just taking a break under the trees. My car broke down a number of miles back that-a-way, and I had to walk back to town for a tow." "My lucky day that you had ta walk through me glen. I was out and about lookin for a good, strong man. I would say you're the one to keep a lass like me young and happy." "What's this about?" "Oh, I'm just looking about for a fine, strong man." "Really..." "Sure and I am. I've got an itch. Would ya be likin to scratch it now?" Her arm appeared from behind the tree, soft, delicate, and long. A smooth finger waggled me forwards, and as I came towards her I noticed the bare shoulder peeking out from its place behind the old oak. "Go on and sit down under that tree there." The hand indicated a young oak at the edge of the clearing. I tried to move to a better vantage point and see more of my intriguing hostess, but she hid again. This time though, I caught a flash of softer skin. She was naked behind the tree! Well, at least topless. Now this could get interesting! I thought about what I had seen so far. She seemed to be in that "Young Adult" stage; some time between 18 and 24. Good looking and with at least one nice breast for me to try to get closer to. And while her arms seem to be good and toned, she shouldn't be strong enough for me to be in any kind of trouble. Why not. So I go over to the indicated tree and take a seat facing the meadow; that way I will be able to watch her as she approaches from the side of my eye. And here she comes. I watch as she flits from tree to tree, naked as the day she was born, ending up behind the one I sit at. She's in great shape, a nice, flat belly and a slight puff of red hair at her crotch. Two pretty little mounds stand proudly on her chest, her nipples small round circles bouncing as she moves. Her hands caress my arms from behind the tree, massaging my shoulders and neck, then touching my face. Her dainty hands stroke my cheeks, then make their way to the collar of my shirt, deftly unbuttoning first one, then another button. When the reach becomes too much she appears at my side, sitting on her heels, one hand on my shoulder, the other continuing her work. I lift my right hand to stroke her breast. A thrill runs through me as I touch the soft swell, kneeding it gently. She sighs as I stroke her nipple, lightly tugging at the hardened tip, then lifting her whole breast in my hand and squeezing lightly. She leans forwards to pull at my belt. I take advantage of her angle, lifting her breast and taking it into my mouth, sucking gently. I taste her sweat as I kiss her breast, migrating towards her nipple inch by slow inch. She pauses as my belt comes free, moaning as she raises herself upto on her knees and pressing herself onto my mouth, almost cutting off my air as her chest presses against my face. With a sigh she pulls back, her nipple poping from my mouth. She caresses my face, then her hands reach down to unzip my slacks and I raise myself up as she tugs them down along my legs, rising to pull off my shoes as they impede her progress, and then remove my pants, tossing them to the side. She approaches me as I remove my shirt, kneeling to face me, and as I finally appear before her as nude as she is, she takes my head between her hands and holds my mouth to her breast and I suck, first lightly, then harder. With a squeel of delight she re-positions my lips on her other nipple and as I suck I realize that there is a slight, sweet flavor to her nipples. A sweetness that I can't quite describe, but one that makes me hungry for more. It's a compulsion beyond reason and I realize as she pulls away that I was sucking with enough force to leave a bruise. She doesn't seem to mind, smiling down at me as she backs up a bit, then leans forwards, looking me in the eye as her cool fingers dance about on my hardening cock. "Mmmmmm. I think it's time for a snack of my own. Every little seed needs some attention, don't you think?" I sigh as her lips touch my penis, slowly and smoothly tracing their way along its length. The tree, grass and sky all feel brighter than I remember seeing them before. She sucks at me and I feel myself harden at her touch. Small movements forward and back help to bring the blood to my cock, her tongue stroking the underside of my shaft like she were pulling at me with each stroke. I've never had a blow-job done this well. Her hand strokes my balls, lifting and softly squeezing the sack, and I start to moan in time with her strokes. Up and down bobs her head with a long, slow cadence. I let my fingers weave their way in among her coppery tresses, not trying to control her rythm, just enjoying the feeling of her hair between my fingers and as it spills outwards, stroking my inner thighs. Lips tightly locked around my now rock-hard cock, tongue flicking at the sensitive underside, she pulls backwards until only the head is in her mouth. A light popping sound as she pulls off altogether, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. Oooh, she nipped at my dickhead with her teeth, flicking the enlarged knob with her tongue, then slowly swallowing more and more of my penis until her face presses my pubic hair to my body, her tongue still extended tickles at my balls. In and out and in and out, she drives me crazy, and I feel the cum rise in my balls as the earth presses at my buttox. In and out and in and out, then she slows her pace as my body shakes from the nearness of the orgasm. She pauses, looking up into my face with only the head in her mouth again. It drops out as she tells me more than asks me, "You know you are mine now, don't you?" I nod dumbly as she resumes the motion, speeding faster and faster, my penis flashing into view then being buried in her throat until I call out as I cum, and she stops, catching all of the hot sperm in her mouth as her fingers reach up and tweak my nipples. "Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh" I yell as the semen floods forth, yet she neither spills it nor swallows any, merely catching my offering between her lips. When I finally quiet down I feel tremendously drained, and I don't even move a muscle as she pulls back, letting my flacid cock fall from her lips. I find myself watching in fascination as she crawls back six feet or so, then digs a small hole in the ground with her fingers and lets the cum drop from her mouth in a long, slow stream, filling the hole. As I watch my semen drain into the earth a strange sensation fills me. I still feel Slightly high from my orgasm, drained and good, but for some reason my back feels glued to the tree, my butt rooted to the ground, and try as I might I can't muster the engergy to get up. It's like she sucked all of my strength from me. "You know, lad," she says, "it's dangerous playing with a nymph in the forest. We tend to take a lot out of our menfolk." She bows down and sucks on my nipple and I feel my penis beginning to harden as her hands caress it. "We love men, you know. You just don't happen along as often as we need." My dick is hard now, though I don't know how she did it; I feel tired all over from that orgasm, still kind of dazed. She sits in my lap, hugging my body with her arms, her legs encircling both the tree and me. My hard penis is trapped between us and she flexes her hips, rubbing my penis against her cunt, her labia splitting apart and spreading their moist warmth as they stroke up and down. She pulls herself upwards, pressing my face against her breasts as I feel my dick slide along her cleft to the entrance to her vagina. She pauses, then slowly decends, her vagina clutching tightly at my penis. Each inch is a battle; hard pressing at the tight opening, each centimeter a wave of pleasure fills us both. Finally she rests in my lap and looks deep into my eyes. "Do you know much about nymphs? Some say we steal men to make our own children. This isn't always true. When the creator put us on this planet, he gave us bodies like these to please men when their womenfolk were away. Often we'll just take a man for our own pleasure, and certainly for his! We first appear when our tree is thirteen years old, looking like a thirteen year old girl. We do age, though like the oaks we come from we do so slowly. Eggs are only given to us every twenty years, but as the egg ripens so does our appearance. If we don't find a mate to fertilize our egg within a year we age along with it. As it has been over ten years since anyone came this way, my egg has come and it needs you to become firtile." She began to rotate her hips, stirring my cock where it rested inside of her. After a moment she began to stroke up and back, then grinding her bush into me as her clit ground into my shaft. She moved her hands to the tree behind me and brought her legs back around under her, kneeling and levering herself up and down, her insides stroking my dick, massaging my turgid shaft as she went up and down. She began to pant, sweating from the effort. Her cunt was so tight, so wonderfully slick, that I felt myself begin to approach another orgasm, and I could feel that it would be a big one. She lifted herself up, squatting so that our only point of contact was now my penis. I could feel the air cooling it as she pulled away, then her amazing heat as she engulphed me. "You know," she said, panting as she kept pounding herself on my penis, the cool air magnifying my sensations, "I have to admit that you came along a lot more easily than I would have expected. Are you that careless, or did you no longer care what happened to your soul?" With a great difficulty I asked, "What do you mean?" My cock was increadibly hard, and she was rapidly bringing me to orgasm. "Don't you know? When nymph has a daughter, she cannot give her a soul. That's what we're doing now. I need your soul for my daughter. When you cum your soul will be taken into the seed that I bear, then planted with your willingly given seed near to my own tree. One day she will be beautiful, our daugher, and win the hearts of many men!" She kept babbling on as she ruthlessly fucked herself on my dick, my orgasm quickly approaching. "Noooooo!" I cried out, trying to raise my arms to fend her off, but whatever she had done to me earlier held my arms to the sides. "Oh, now you see it, do you? You are going to cum into me, heart and soul. Just as we cannot live without a soul, neither can you. Cum, love, cum. Make me a beautiful daughter!" I tried not to listen. I tried not to cum, not to think about the sweet surrender that was so quickly approaching, but her cunt clung to my dick so tightly. I could feel her inner muscles clutch at me, squeezing rythmically as her own orgasm approached. "Yes, my man, cum for me! I'm close, oh so close! Cum and push me over the edge! Cum! Cum! Cum!" I tried to ignore her chant, but those words; cum, cum, cum... I could feel my balls tightening, my vision narrowing as it came closer. No. I can't... I can't!!!! I... I... "AaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahh!" The forest screamed with me. My toes curled as I came, but the heat radiating from my bare skin turned cold. The frigid sensation swept up my legs to my scrotum. I could feel the cum, so hot as it first fired from my balls grow cold. Sensation like ice beginning at my fingers and my head drew together as the warmth moved from me into her. The only motion I was capable of was to thrust dumbly into her cunt as both seed and soul traveled the length of my shaft to enter her. Slowly the sensations calmed. I felt her kiss my forehead as she lifted off of my body. She squatted over the hole that she had put my first cum into, then a blob like an acorn fell from her cunt, drenched in my cum. She covered the hole with a gentle pat. She sighed, touched me on the cheek, then turned and walked back into the forrest. The cold sensation filled me and I found I couldn't move at all. What, I thought, can a body do without a soul. Is there anything more? Then, like smoke in the night all thought fled.