One of the more cursory and curious tales concerns the Semeninis Oratrix, a far-reaching branch of the Nymphs and Naiads lineage. Throughout the ancients texts, the Nymphs and Naiads have been a constant presence, being, in many ways, the symbol of female sexuality in the ancient world, playing the role of both the seduced and the seducer. Zeus prodigiously enjoyed the favors of innumerable Nymphs and Naiads, as did all the other gods. Nymphs and Naiads seduced and fell in love with mortal men as well. Ancient works abound with the depictions of love affairs with gods and men, teeming with tales of their resulting offspring.

One such union and consummation involves Dionysus, the god of wine, as he journeyed through Hades to rescue his mother. Along the way, he succumbed to a fugue state, which caused him to lie down and slumber fitfully. He awoke to find one of the Nymphae Infernae Paludis, the guardians of the River Hades, on top of him, pleasuring herself upon his supine form. As he faded in and out of consciousness, he could bear no longer the burning ecstasy that her impassioned sheath brought about to his upright passion. His imminent emission could not be averted. His issuance was of an obscenely abundant volume and seemed to go on for hours, emptying his manhood seemingly without end. As the Nymphae Infernae Paludis rose from atop her horned perch, Dionysus could see the steaming stream of commingled passions drip down onto his ravaged shaft from twixt her nether regions. She went back to the river Hades from whence she had come, a slight smile pursed upon her lips. Dionysus thought little of the encounter, his debauched lifestyle jading him from becoming incensed at the manner in which his hardened flesh had been exposed and exercised by this lustful Naiad. He went on to rescue his mother from the bowels of Hades and never reflected on the incident ever again.

This union, however, produced several offspring, the likes of which had not been seen before in the ancient realms. They were the tiniest temptresses beholden by man and god alike. Perfectly formed miniatures possessing the most tempting traits of their larger counterparts. They were called the Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix and were utilized and fantisized about by both gods and men for their unattainable sexuality nad their unsatiable appetites. They, like all other Naiads, had to remain close to the body of liquid that they were born to, or they would perish. Since they were produced in the stream of warm, white seed from the lance of males, this is where they drew their sustenance. While other Naiads died off from their lake drying up or their streams and rivers dammed for the purpose of man, the Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix enjoyed an abundance and variation of living not proffered to their other kin. The amount of seed that was available to them was unlimited. Zeus even utilized their various talents, for they offered him the conveniences of being inconspicuous and the vision of miniature goddesses. He would have twenty or thirty of the tiny girls performing sexual scenarios for him while he watched as others oiled themselves up, climbing up and sliding down his massive erection, biting, licking and nibbling to bring him to his climax. They would then gather about the thick shaft, as a torrent of his hot seed would rain down upon their tiny bodies. The Naiads would lap it up with their tiny tongues and rub it into each other's skin. This was a perfect arrangement for all. The Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix were overjoyed due to the impressive amount of issuance produced by Zeus as it was a river of milk and honey, filling all of their needs. For Zeus, the arrangement was perfect because of the inconspicuous nature of the little temptresses. Hera, his wife, was tyrannically jealous, bringing down the wrath of the heavens onto whomever fancied a dalliance with her mate. Merely dropping his robes over them could hide theses miniscule tarts. They even made him attain his roe while concealed in this manner whilst he had an impromptu council with Hera and Heracles. The only indication something was amiss was Zeus' sudden shudder and satisfied exhalation of breath.

With the gods primarily forgotten by the advent of the modern world, the infinitesimal succubae still held a place within modern realms. They keep their forms concealed under the cover of night for if mortals perceived their existence, the whole of the Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix race may be exterminated. They prey on those whom none would believe; adolescents, the lonely, the infirm, the incarcerated. They appear under the blanket of Morpheus' sleeping kingdom, whispering into the ear of their victim until his excitement becomes apparent, thrusting itself upwards under the blanket. Some keep up this murmured reverie, filling the mind with luxuriant fantasy, while the others begin their ministrations by massaging the thickly veined trunk. They climb the stiff picket, licking and sucking at the most tender of flesh, wrapping their thin arms around the shaft, maintaining balance while it jerks and sways with spasmodic pleasures.

The Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix discovered long ago that they could reconstitute their clan by becoming the vessel of mortal man's seed. When the sliding, rubbing, licking and whispers produce the geyser of their existence, they fill their wombs with as much of the sticky liquid as it will hold, pushing it deep inside themselves with their fingers. Some straddle atop the slit, rubbing their moist cleft against the sensitive flesh, feeling the pre-emission, slick and watery, running over their legs and feet. They are the dauntless ones, waiting for the sign that they soon will be awash in this strange giant's torrent of sweet pleasure. They spread their tiny slit as wide as it will stretch to accept this wondrous white gift deeply into themselves, feeling it spray into their depths in a splash of sticky warmth. They reach their own climax as the boiling flood pulses deeply within them, reaching a pinnacle of pleasure most of their kind will never know.

When a Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix becomes pregnant with a mortal's progeny, it is almost always a female with the same features as all the other Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix clan. Rarely, the union produces a male, and if it does, it usually dies at birth, being small, sickly and generally mentally deficient. When a male does live beyond the crib, the Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix have to keep it locked away for as long as they are able. The boy child takes it's physical characteristics from its mortal father and grows to be of human size and proportion. The differences lie with the almost throwback nature of the beast; a slow, thick mentality that does not succumb to reason or artfulness. The males have a domineering nature that urges them to destroy mostly all that they cannot understand, which, being as it may, is virtually everything. The Nymphae Semeninis Oratrix have classified these lowly creatures as Grandiloquus Veterrimus Cupiditas. Since the Naiads are physically unable to care for them and fear for the safety of their clan, they release the animals into the world at large, where they wreak havoc upon civilization. The creatures ingratiate themselves into homes, usually by well meaning religious folk, where they twist and manipulate others to their will, subtly changing the landscape of human psyche bit by bit. After their induction into the human world, the Naiads refer to them as Res Publicans.