"I'm c-c-cold! Can we hug again?"
From Create Your Own Story
Fernweh slowly smiles, knowingly. Of course, you are not that cold at the moment, but you'd really like to hold her and be held by her. You do not quite understand the butterflies in your stomach whenever you look at her curvy beauty, but you do understand what they are compelling you to do.
"Of course we can," she says, flicking her damp hair over her shoulder. "It'd be bad if you got hurt on my watch because of that cold. Get out of those wet clothes!"
She walks up to you and helps you pull the hard-to-remove soggy tunic and your shorts off, leaving you nude in front of her again. You reflexively cover up your genitals, embarrassed, and she giggles. "Oh, you humans, always so afraid to let other people see you naked. It's not a big deal! Seriously! Besides, why would you be afraid of showing a pretty girl like me what you've got?"
"I-I don't wanna!" you say nervously. Fernweh grins at you and suddenly grabs you, pulling you into a hug. Your head is smushed into her great bosom again, which amplifies the warm, tingly feelings in your tummy. You find yourself wishing those leaves were gone, though. The nymph holds you tightly and slowly sways back and forth tenderly, and before long you are all warmed up, just like her.
"There! All better now," she says, but she does not yet let go of you. You fail to complain about it, and soon, the warmth causes you to get drowsy. Your hands fall away from your groin, and your little pecker falls against her thigh, all stiff from the feelings you are having. Fernweh keeps holding you, and soon your shame is replaced with an excitement that you've never felt before. "Oh, my, how direct," she says as you nuzzle against her chest with need. "Would you like me to teach you what it's like to be with a woman?"
You flush in shame, but as your face is hidden, she cannot see it. You eventually nod, unable to form words because of the way your mind is racing.
"It's okay. I don't mind. I like this kind of stuff. Plus, it'll replenish some of my magic," the nymph purrs, stroking your hair gently before letting go of you and stepping back. She touches the brassiere made from plants and it seems to willingly unfold at her touch, the roots and vines unlocking so she can pull it right off and set it aside. Her wonderfully round and bountiful bosom is finally bared in the cool, stuffy air of the cavern.
You cannot help but stare at her perky mountains and gulp down saliva audibly. Her ears flick at the sound, and her brazen grin widens just a little. "You like these? You can touch them as much as you want," she says, winking at you. She sits down, spreading her thighs wide enough for you to sit between them, and sticking her chest out seductively. You, of course, immediately stumble forward, get on your knees, and grab onto both of her pillows, clumsily kneading them and lifting them up to appreciate their heavy weight and supple softness. You brush your palms over her nipples in your maladroit molestations, and they soon harden in response to the stimulation.
After a while, she reaches up with her hands to help guide yours in groping her, showing you the right amount of force with with to squeeze by closing her fingers over yours. You take in all of the wordless lessons she shows you like a sponge, including how to lightly pinch her nubs, the right rolling motion and rhythm to proper fondling, and so on. Eventually, she giggles, lets go of you, and leans back on her hands to close her eyes and bask in the pleasure of what you are doing to her, a warm glow spreading across her face.
You do your best to keep that pleased expression on the nymph's face, glancing up from your slowly improving motions to check and see if she was still happy with what you were doing. Whenever you get too rough, she shakes her head a little, and you back off. Whenever you do something well, or better than before, the corners of her mouth curl upward briefly.
The movements she taught you are burned into your mind and muscles, and you spend every bit of effort you have replicating and expanding on what you learned. You knead her breasts up and down in small circles, rubbing your thumb over her nipples teasingly as your fingers slowly squeeze and release, squeeze and release the tender flesh beneath them. Your dutiful ministrations soon pay off, and Fernweh utters a small, sensual gasp, her lush lips hanging open lustfully for a few moments before she closes her mouth and swallows down her own saliva.
You can smell a strange scent emanating unmistakably from underneath her skirt. It is sweet and alluring, and you feel more of that excitement building in your belly. You scoot forward a little, and your small but rigid member brushes over the leaf that covers that area, and you feel the wonderful warmth of that mysterious place through the plant matter. It feels so good, in fact, that you adjust your sitting position to stop touching that spot with your tip, as you still feel awkward and nervous about it all.
You refocus on pleasing the fey woman, and you observe the way the flesh of her ample bosom burgeons around your small fingers with a twinkle in your eye. The sight reminds you of memories buried far, far back in your mind, and you lean in to do something she did not teach you to do ---
Your tongue runs over her firm, pink little nipple, and the moist, coarse warmth of your appendage prompts another sharp, raunchy gasp from the sensitive nymph. You follow this up by wrapping your lips around the nub and slowly sucking on it, like an infant breastfeeding. Fernweh opens one of her eyes to look down at you, the corners of her mouth curling up in a sly smile again. "You really are a young one, aren't you?" she coos, reaching up with one of her hands to stroke the side of your face as you slurp and nibble on her breast.
Soon, you swap your suckling to her other pillow-y mound, and her lips quiver with excitement. You work hard, here, too, to learn how best to please this sexual entity. The way you can feel her heartbeat against your lips and tongue is addictive, and you do everything in your power to make that soft beat flutter and pound. A third, fourth, and fifth gasp of lust come in rapid succession, and you feel her chest rising and falling with her accelerated, shallow breathing.
The experience is so profoundly erotic that you feel like you're going to explode. Before you can, though, Fernweh shudders sensually, her thighs closing against your sides and twitching. The syrupy scent you smelled before seems to get a lot more pronounced. She unleashes a low, prolonged moan, which slowly crescendos into a stunted "Y-yes!"
She quietly shakes and shivers for a few moments, a trail of saliva running down her chin, then emits a satisfied sigh. She opens her eyes to look at you, and you notice a weird purplish gleam in them - but it fades so quickly that you can only assume it was a trick of the light.
"Well done, kid, it's been a long time since anyone's made me get off just from my boobs. Or that hard, in general. I wonder if you had an advantage because you're just so darn cute when you're doing that?" she says warmly, pulling you up to bury your face against her monumental pillows. They're so soft and warm and inviting that you feel like you just want to fall asleep in them. Before you can, however, you realize that your prick is pressed against her skirt again. Whatever is between her legs is hotter than ever.
You are quite nervous about all of this, but you cannot deny the gooey excitement, either.
What do you do?
