Toil and Trouble- Seal you
From Create Your Own Story
Warm, long fingers caress your chapped cheeks. You slowly open your eyes, expecting to have already shed your mortal coil, only to see, disappointed, that you are still lying on the hard ground of the forest. Feeling the soft tickle of a hand gliding across your cheek, you lift your head to look around you, and see the pale woman lying on her side next to you, her haunting pale eyes piercing through you.
Alarmed, you let out a shout and scamper back onto your feet, staring wide-eyed and panicked at the woman, who was still lying on her side, holding something to her breast. Even in your fear, you can't help but notice the woman's bountiful figure curving lustfully from the ground where she lay.
"Oh... goodness, I didn't mean to startle you, young man!" She lifts herself onto her elbow and smiles apologetically up at you. "You just seemed lonely, is all."
You shake your head, baffled at this notion. Lonely? That's hardly the word you would use to describe "dead". Not saying anything, you simply cock your head, staring confusedly at her.
She giggles warmly at your confusion. This lady comes off as a lot more... cheery than you would have guessed from her appearance. The curves of her hips and chest swell like mountains from the flat ground as she lies. "Sorry, I know this may be very odd for you... What would a beautiful old thing like myself be doing in a place like this, either?" Finally, she lifts herself from the ground, rising slowly and diligently onto her knees, still holding her hand to her breast as though hiding something. Her tight black cloak stretches over her legs, and her smooth thighs seem to be ready to burst through.
"Well, dear, I happen to know when a person feels lonely, it is my job after all. You see, I'm a sprite of the forest. In, erm, scandalous terms, I am a forest nymph. And that's not just me being modest, dear," she laughs. "Having such an illustrious position as a sprite of the forest gives me special powers, including reading a person's emotions. And this rocking body is only a perk!" She stands up and twirls about in place, the hem of her cloak gliding over her legs and revealing her supple thighs underneath. "And don't worry about telling me what you're thinking, I already know," she adds with a chuckle.
You're immediately infatuated with this creature, but something feels off. You're not quite buying her story of being a forest nymph, but then again you were fairly ready to accept being dead only a moment ago.
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