In the Beginning
I was so glad that school only had a few weeks to go, before summer break. I stayed mostly to myself those last few weeks. Standing against the wall and not joining in, while my classmates played during recess.
Even with that, my ex-best friend Steve, still found opportunities to harass me. He would point to the sky and say something along the lines of, “Look Wally there's Eva! Your girl friend in that stupid tree.”
It was a rough time for me, not to mention my Mom. She had to take me to the 'Eye' doctor a week after the visit to the tree. I was having trouble with my eyes. Even wearing my new glasses everything had suddenly gone fuzzy. The Optometrist was at a loss when my vision test came back indicating I had 20 /20 vision. The rapid change was a bona-fide mystery. He thought maybe the muscles around my eyes were maturing, holding my eyeballs into the proper shape and orientation. In any case, I no longer needed to wear glasses.
My mom elated, happily paid the cost of yet another examination... hopefully my last. Over the next few weeks my eyesight continued to slowly get better. I didn't bother to tell my parents about the continued improvement. Their only concern was in paying for replacement glasses and vision exams... those concerns were now a thing of the past.
After I lost my glasses and started wearing my hair longer, I was no longer the ugly duckling. In fact, I quickly moved into a small pack of ultra geeks that got along with everyone. As we got older they called us the six pack. We were all smart, white, and as we got older, jocks. We all played football in the fall, but were split between track and baseball in the spring.
As I walked across the stage in 1971 to receive my high school diploma, all memories of a day trip to the 'Great Tree' were long forgotten. I was going to college in the fall with a major in Mechanical Engineering. My six pack of friends were all engineering students somewhere. I didn't realize until much later, and with considerable reflection on my childhood, that a day trip to the 'Great Tree' was a pivotal moment in my life.
My Long Walk Back to the Tree
The rest of my life, while not boring, was a typical American success story. I graduated from college with a BS and MS in Mechanical Engineer, married my college sweetheart Linda, went to work for a major manufacturer of computer equipment, had four wonderful children with the love of my life, traveled all over the world, worked my way up into upper management, made lots of money, and retired after 38 years of hard work to spend more time with our fourteen grandchildren. All in all a great life!
Then Linda died of breast cancer... three years ago. It's taken me that long to find myself again. To dream old dreams, and remember another day when I was happy, even for the shortest of time. A day when I met someone in the dream world of childhood.
I looked back at the calendar for 1960 and determined that my visit to the 'Great Tree' occurred on Saturday May 14th. So staying with my plan to visit on the 60th anniversary, I need to be at the tree on Thursday May 14th, 2020.
The area around the 'Great Tree' hasn't changed that much, other than accessibility. The big tree is now part of a series of hiking trails that correspond to the old dirt roads that were part of the homesteads and ranches back in the early 1900's. There's even plenty of day parking for the 2 mile hike to the tree, where I hope to find Eva.
I travel down the length of the Rocky Mountains staying in a nice hotel about 100 miles from my destination. My alarm goes off at 6 am sharp. I hop out of bed like a man half my age. Dressing quickly, I head out the door, dropping the access card off at the front desk.
It takes a few minutes to stop at a McDonald's for a breakfast sandwich and a drink, before hitting the freeway. Once on the highway I settle in for the last 100 miles of a very long journey back to a place of long forgotten memories, and the possible dreams of a happier tomorrow.
Amazingly the miles melt by quickly, until I leave the main highway to gradually work my way back into the foothill of the lower Rocky's. The road has changed a lot, as I drive through a once prosperous little village; all but abandoned now that the government hospital has left.
I easily find the dirt road that takes me further into the hills. It's not long until I find the gravel parking lot at the trailhead for the 'Great Tree'. The parking lot is thankfully empty. I already have my backpack ready to go with plenty of water, a couple of sandwiches, and granola bars. Now that I stand here on the edge of tomorrow, I'm suddenly reluctant to go.
What if she's not real... just a figment of a young boy's imagination. I almost get back in my Jeep and drive away from all the possibilities, lingering fears, and doubts of a lifetime trying to forget that day. Then somehow, I feel her shining yellow eyes search for me, as I stand in front of my Jeep.
I can almost hear her quiet gasp, “Wall-E!”
All my doubts gone, I shoulder my backpack and start down the trail towards a mythical creature that lives in a very old tree.
The day is perfect, just like the one 60 years ago, but today I have the knowledge and intellect of an adult man, not an eight-year-old boy. Today's memories will be stronger and more permanent than those gathered so long ago. I hope they're worth the trip.
The hike to the tree takes me about an hour over hill and dale. At 68, I'm not as quick as I once was... imagine that.
As I cross the last open meadow, I see a myriad of trees along the bank of the small creek that flows by the older tree. A wall of green, they shield from sight the 'Great Tree' hidden within. A ten foot archway leads to a twisty pathway, and the small glen containing the old tree.
The gentle breeze that has been with me the entire way is suddenly calm. Not a sound can be heard, no birds, no rustling of leaves, no buzz of insects, nothing. Like this part of the world is holding its breath waiting for me to go inside the outer ring of trees... cottonwood, juniper, scrub oak, pinyon pine, and many others, all guard the old tree in the middle.
I smile to myself, knowing there's no going back. Squaring my shoulder, I enter the grove of trees surrounding the one in the center. About 200 yards in, the path opens up into a small protected glade. Along the eastern side, near the creek is the 'Great Tree'. She's seen a bit of wear since the last I saw her. One large branch is broken near the bole, from what looks like storm damage. There's also a 6 foot high split rail fence surrounding the base of the tree.
Minimal protection from the crazies that destroy the natural wonders about them. They can go on 'Facebook' and brag to their followers how they defaced something, or damaged some historical building, or site. Always destroying never building... But the old tree looks good nevertheless, strong and thriving even after 1900, or so years of life.
I walk around the outside of the split rail enclosure, looking up, trying and hoping to see Eva among the large branches, or hiding behind the perpetual green canopy of cedar leaves. But she's not there... if she even exists. Even with the eyes of a hawk, I can't find her. I think Eva is angry with me, and who can blame her. Sixty years is a long time to wait for a second visit. Maybe I don't deserve her forgiveness, but I'm going to try just the same.
I go through one of the openings into the split rail enclosure. The bole is covered in the rough cedar bark, with a few spots missing from old injuries. The small sugar ants are moving along in long thin lines looking for sap, or other food stuff to take back to their anthill. When I put my finger in front of them, they just go around the invading appendage.
I continue to look upward into the large branches and concealing greenery for Eva, but like a clever squirrel, she's staying out of sight. I finally went out the other exit in the split rail enclosure, to head toward the stream.
The sandy bank is steeper than I remember, but I walk down it to stand by the little creek. It's been a good year for rain... the water in the creek is a little deeper than before. I sit down on a fallen log, and take off my Merrell hiking shoes and white cotton shocks. Standing I wiggle my toes in the soft sand leading into the babbling creek.
Near the edge, I look for my tadpole buddies, and sure enough, there they are. No big green ones this time, only the small black wigglers. Wading out into the shallows, I painfully squat down on my two, old arthritic knees. With the utmost in confidence, I put my hand into the water palm up and waited. My tadpole wrangling magic is as good as usual. Within a few seconds, my hand is filled with the small wiggling bodies of my slimy friends.
In a quiet voice, “Thank you for teaching me how to catch tada polees. I'm so very sorry it's taken me sixty years to thank you for this gift, along with my eyes!” pausing I hear the faintest of rustling in the tree above me, “Please Eva, forgive an old man for not coming back, before now!” I finish, as tears start to fall from my eyes.
As the little droplets hit the water, I hear an echoing sniffle from the tree. Then a muffled thump of something landing on the soft sandy ground behind me.
Another sniffle, “Yews stupid boy... Wall-E! Yews no nothing... No caught tada polees... No see good... and Eva stupid for help!” she's quiet for a few moments, “I think Wall-E special boy. He first ever see Eva!”
Eva's sniffles and the quiet moans of painful anguish are more than I can take. I quickly release the tadpoles and stand, turn to see her.
OMG she's a vision of youthful loveliness. Maybe a nine or ten-year-old little girl. Nut brown skin, long of limb, small delicate hands and feet, and like before wearing nothing but the soft leather loincloth. It has a tree like design adorning the front in small little gem stones: clear, red, blue, green and purple. The stones aren't faceted like our modern jewels, but in the rough. Eva is topless, her small perky cone shaped tits are topped with dark brown Areola and a small eraser sized, hard nipple.
Her head is down, but I can see the same dark blood red hair shining lustrously in the morning sunshine. Hues of copper and brighter red are interwoven throughout the long braid running down her back.
The surprise I had as an eight-year-old, at catching tada polees is nothing compared to the shock of seeing the pair of clear translucent wings lying flat along her back. Actually there are two sets of wings one larger higher on her back and another set just below those. Kinda like cicada wings, only the upper edges and part of the wing just below is multicolored with dark green, black and yellow hues. The edges and veins that run through the wing itself are jet black cords of stiff rope like membrane. The cells between the veins of black supporting structure are filled with a translucent membrane that reflects the sunlight in a prism of rainbow colors.
Even an eight-year-old should have caught the sight of the wings, but that didn't happen. No wonder she can get up and down the tree so quickly. Flying is a notable advantage to quick movement.
All this takes only a few seconds, before I focus on the unhappy noises coming from the little girl-like creature in front of me.
My heart breaking, “Please Eva!” I start.
She suddenly looks up, one angry little girl. Her wings open with a sharp snap “Yews quiet... Eva mad with Wall-E!” she trills shrilly. Her wings buzzing angrily behind her.
All about us, the quiet forest suddenly erupts in a torrent of angry bird squawks directed at the puny man who would dare anger Eva. They really give me a piece of their mind. There's nothing worse than a bunch of angry Mexican Bluejays.
All I can do is stand there, and take my medicine. Her emotions are palpable, I can feel them pulsating off her in wave after wave of loneliness, hurt, rejection, loss, and other emotions totally unexpected... hope, longing, need... then from deeper in the animal core of this ageless one... desire, heat, wantonness...
Yellow eyes blazing with a mixture of emotion, she watches me cringe from her emotional onslaught. All this pent up for years upon years, she continues to glare with open anger at me.
Until quite unexpectedly, in a blur of motion; Eva's little arms are suddenly around my neck, her thin coltish legs wrapped around my waist. Her face only inches from mine, her eyes searching for something, anything to let her know how I might feel.
I'm having trouble breathing, let alone communicate verbally with this divinely beautiful little girl-like being. My faded eight-year-old memories of Eva are insignificant, when compared to the reality of her real and living presence.
The beauty of her girlish triangular shaped face is composed of those extra large yellow eyes gleaming with mischievous intent, a small pixie like nose, above a small but full lipped mouth, her tiny pointed ears look almost elvish, and she smells like everything wonderful, all rolled together. But mostly a pure scent of fresh juniper berries, pulled from the tree.
Her warm lithe body pressed to mine, I can feel her hard nipples poking through the thin cotton material of my gray t-shirt. My only reaction to her magnificence is to simply wrap my arms around her, just below the base of her wings, and pull her in close.
Eva's sigh of contentment is as ageless as she is old. My lips somehow find hers in another ageless commitment between two people, human or Fae. Her response is nothing less than magical. My mind is saturated with her closeness, only unlike before when I could feel her palpable emotions pulse off her; they now echo within my mind.
As our new mental link deepens, “Aaah, there's Wall-E! Eva very upset with Wall-E. Such
stupid old man. Eva have fix what time fades, Wall-E more better now catch tada polees.” she thinks with growing amusement.
I tried my side of our link, “I scary... suery... I... shit!”
The sound of Eva's soft high pitched laughter is delightful, “Wall-E yews not shit!”, she
pauses mentally, “Maybe shit head... butts not shit.” she laughs again at her own joke.
“He! Haw! No honey... no bunny... shit!” I try again, screwing up once more.
Eva is definitely enjoying my continued lack of mental success, “It okay Wall-E. Eva not talk good, too!" she projects easily.
Her lips find mine again for another fiery fairy kiss. Her technique is rudimentary, but boy is she a hot little thing. I've never been attracted to little girls, but she sure looks like one, even though I know Eva's not.
This last kiss has led to another growing problem, little girl or not; the tingle starting between my legs will soon be quite noticeable inside my Khaki shorts.
In fact, Eva breaking our kiss, feels along the heated edges of my mind, “Wall-E yews okay... Yews breathing hard, yews heart beating faster and faster. I feel Wall-E need growing. Yews hungry... thirsty, no... hot... days too hot?” she asks suddenly concerned.
My shame is fully erect, just beneath her bare genitalia. Fortunately, as I turn beet red, my mind blocks the lewd thoughts forming about Eva hot little girl body.
Her large yellow eye search until they find mine, “Yews only hide little while... Wall-E. Tells Eva what wrong! Wall-E needs something, Eva help...“ she presses against my micro resistance.
Like a pane of cheap glass, my shield shatters under her relentless probing, “WALL-E! How sweet... yews want mate Eva!” she pauses again, “Aaaah, what word. Eva heard from youngsters under tree. Something like... Come on Baby, let me fook yews!” she beams happily.
I shake my head dismally, “No! Wood is fuck... you.” I shoot her way.
Eva nodding her head in understanding, “Aaah, fuck yews! So Wall-E... yews want fuck Eva?” she sends casually, smiling with evil intent.
Somehow my weak shield pops back in place, “I... I... not hurt EVA, little... smell... mall... shit!”
While Eva isn't that heavy, my tired old legs are beginning to protest at the constant standing, with her hotness draped across my torso. There's a picnic table only a few steps away. But as soon as I sit down, my throbbing hard-on will give Eva an unexpected poke.
Eva giggling again, “Eva big enough... Wall-E. If choose to give yews gift, would that be bad thing!” she projects uncertainty.
Smiling, I lean in to kiss her again, “No... gift fuum Eva bad!” I stammer mentally.
Her response is quick and fiery, as have been our previous kisses. This one is different, when I press my tongue through her lips. Eva, with a bird-like coo, opens her small mouth. My tongue rushing inside, finds hers waiting like a small asp. Striking, it darts in to tease mine, before retreating to attack from a different angle.
We're having quite a wonderful fun time of tongue tag, but the pain in my knees finally causes me to move towards the picnic table, and a place to sit down. Eva’s unfurled wings instantly flutter briefly, as I surprise her when I move. Unconcerned by my movement, Eva's tongue continues to dance about in my mouth. Her little moans and coos of pleasure are such an insatiable turn on.
Finding the edge of the picnic table with the back of my legs, I sit down. Eva, unaffected, continues to explore the intricacies of advanced tongue wars. Jabbing and probing with her tiny tongue, she is having a ball avoiding my clumsy attempts to catch hers.
Then unexpectedly, a shadow from the past cruelly reminds me of the woman I lost. Linda dying in my arms... Now three years later, I'm here rushing headlong towards the unknown with a woman child that only exists in legends.
Eva starts to kiss my face, eyes, cheeks, forehead, everything. Before returning to my lips for one final soft lipped kiss.
“It okay Wall-E! She not gone... in yews always. Like Eva long ago. Eva here then, and now. Eva wait Wall-E long time." she gently reminds me.
My mind, to her mind, Eva leans in to kiss me gently on the lips. Hoping for me to return to her. No more games... no more reluctance... I give into my desires. Unrestrained, my mental need and urgency slams into her without much warning. Like two horny teenagers, we are soon consumed in the passion of the moment. Her wings begin to buzz and thrum with little burst of nervous energy, as we start down an erotic road with only one outcome.
Her little love peck has turned into a heated kiss, that continues to take us into unknown waters. Squeezing her tight, I hold her for a few more seconds enjoying the feel of her small lithe form against mine.
Eva hugging me back, tightens her little spindly arms around my neck, as our kiss deepens. Letting Eva have her way with our tongue wars, I begin to loosen my death grip on her. Slowly, I let my hands explore their way down the smooth sleek softness of her bare back. Just above the bony crests of her narrow hips, I find the thin leather strap holding her loincloth in place. It's tied in a simple bow knot, which comes undone with a quick pull of one of the loose ends. Dropping the strap, the forgotten piece of thin leather is soon laying in my lap.
I continue to rub the soft skin along her lower back, feeling the firm lean muscle beneath. My hands find the small pronounced 'Dimples of Venus', before I continue downward to cup the soft fleshy moons of her delectable little ass.
Eva's growls softly into my mouth, her mind projecting no words, only a series of bright
imagery of how my hands feel on the smooth skin of her butt.
“Wall-E... yew hands, oooh... oooh me, Wall-E! Amazing how it feels. Eva know yews need...!”
she coos aloud, projecting an image of the large hot spot in my pants. To my surprise, she also projects another bright hot spot; this one between her legs... it's her tiny vaginal opening.
Eva's breathing is becoming more erratic, and her wings are buzzing more frequently. Her tiny body is giving off an amazing amount of heat. She's literally ablaze, as her unbridled passion slowly consumes her in a massive erotic rush.
The images being projected by Eva's mind are every bit as erratic as her breathing. It's almost impossible to understand anything from the rapidly changing string of hurried images. It's like watching an old time movie where the cars and people scurry along abnormally fast. I'm slowly getting the hang of these blinding flashes of mental energy, when I realize where they're focused... They all seem to be different views, or aspects of the hot spot inside my Khakis. Laughing to myself, it appears that Eva would like me to take my shorts off.
Without breaking our kiss, I try sending a few quick images to Eva of me standing, to remove my shorts, along with my underwear. They are chaotic at best, with her lips pressed to mine, and that tongue of hers becoming more insistent. But somehow they get through, with enough clarity for her to purr happily, wings buzzing with a short burst of approval.
Then breaking our kiss for a moment, “Ooooh WALL-E... rapid... hurray... quack! Eva needs WALL-E.” she twitters shrilly, before finding my lips again.
Eva, still latched onto me like a small female leech, is making normal movement nearly impossible. But having rested my knees for a few minutes, I easily stand. Reaching beneath her naked butt, I unbuckle my belt, unfasten the button on my khakis and unzip my fly. In one quick motion I pull them down around my knees.
My mental 'aaah shit', gets a cooing giggle from Eva, when I realize I'm running around barefoot under her tree. Not a huge problem except for the damn 'goat head' stickers that are lurking about.
Eva's quick mental flash of red outrage, hits me right between my eyes, “Wall-E, silly man. Eva not let 'goat head' grow under tree. Hurt feet yews step on!” she scolds.
After Eva's stinging admonishment, I quickly give my feet a few squirming shakes, while holding the little imp still clinging to the front of me. A few seconds later, I get my khakis and underwear off.
Now that I'm naked from the waist down, Eva's excitement takes flight, as does she. In one quick fluid motion, she lets go of my neck, and with wings a buzz, is soon about ten feet above me.
Eva excitedly zips around under the tree, trilling and giggling like a young school girl. She gets even more excited when she zooms down to give my groin a closer viewing. While not massive, I'm well hung with a decent sized seven inch cock. Of course, to her ultimate delight, my cock is rock hard. Purring and cooing with erotic joy, she zooms off again, doing aerial acrobatics that literally seem to defy gravity.
She may be nearly 1900 years old, but Eva is one excited 'Tree Sprite'. I've been with a number of women during my 68 years, but Eva's got them all beat hands down. Her laughter and giggles fill the small glade around the tree with the sound of jubilant happiness. Her infectious joy soon has all of her small woodland friends, tweeting, cawing, chirping, growling, barking, and chattering, as every animal close by responds to the guardian of the tree.
All of this is great fun, except it ruins the moment for me. My cock is soon at half mast and shrinking rapidly, when Eva catches sight of my diminished condition. Her little cry of dismay is quickly followed by her nearly instantaneous descent and landing.
She quickly settles to the ground; her transparent wings folding against her back, she rushes towards me. Stopping a few feet away, Eva looks up from my shrunken cock. Her face is a mixture of both confusion and concern at the same time.
No longer close enough for us to send images, Eva asks, “Wall-E yews okey? Him soof now! Wall-E no want Eva...? Eva fix how!” she frowns. Shoulders sagging, Eva looks on, unable to comprehend what's happening, or why!
Once I smile, her wings snap out ready for instant action. She's absolutely divine. Flitting about like she was, made it difficult to get a good look at her... but now as she stands in front of me her small little girlish charm is beyond compare. Eva is perfection in a child's body. There's excitement written all over her, those two teeny weeny tits with hard rubbery nipples, her heavy breathing, the puffy blood infused pussy lips protruding proudly from below her hairless Pubis Mons, and most enticingly the arousal running down the inside of her long coltish legs.
My cock hardening in mere seconds, brings a shrilling giggle from Eva, “Wall-E hoe yews deed that?” she asks, her wings give a few short excited thrums.
Peeling off my t-shirt, I pointed at her, “I didn't do that... Eva did! Eva is very beautiful girl, make Wally want to fuck her.” I point out the obvious.
Eva's animal-like pounce, knocks me back onto the top of the picnic table. I'm now lying prone on the table face up; my legs hanging over the edge. My little 'Tree Sprite' is all over me. Arms around my neck, she is straddling my waist. Her heated sex is only inches away from the hard-on bobbing lewdly just behind her ass.
Now close enough to project our thought images, “Wall-E hard again! Yews fuck Eva soonest?” she blisters my mind with her heated, fiery hot projections.
Recovering from her mental onslaught takes a few seconds. Her yellow eyes glued to mine are very close. When our lips meet, she gives me one of her slow eye blinks that seems to take forever. Falling into the amber pools of liquid gold, I suddenly realize how my feelings for Eva are deepening literally by the second.
Our timeless moment ends, when I finally have to blink. However, our lips are glued together in another heated kiss. Eva is getting the hang of kissing by now, and is enjoying herself without having to talk. My returning projection is weak in comparison, but Eva doesn't seem to mind my lack of mental acuity.
“Swoon Princess! Whiry swoon...“ I send back.
Our kiss intensified, “How yews know Eva Princess... No one knows that!” she shoots back, before beginning to wiggle her cute little ass. Try as she might, her little girl body is not long enough to mount me in this position.
“I dew unt no you Princess! You me tiny Princess...“ I sputter mentally.
Eva laying down on top of me, brings those tiny hard nipple tits into contact with my hair cover chest. Our mutual moan of pleasure is muffled by our deepening kiss. Her mouth, my mouth... her mind, my mind... those perfect little tits burning holes in my chest, we are nearly one now.
The images of my mind and her mind blurring into a common goal... of some hot vaginal sex. My finite views of her sexy child-like body, hardened nipples digging erotically into my chest, her heated cunt oozing arousal down both skinny little legs.
Her excitement is broader, more encompassing... her tree growing stronger, larger year upon year, the rains watering the good earth, warm soft winds of spring bring new birth to the land, Eva languishing along a thick limb, her body basking in the long dry heat of a summer day, the feel of soft snow flakes covering her upturned face, as the Mother rest during the infinite cycle of renewal. Her joys, delights, wonders, and all the happiness of her long life flash by in an instant of bonding.
Then they suddenly stop! There, clear as the blue sky above, a small boy... me! The little skinny, geeky kid trying to catch tadpoles in the gentle flowing stream beneath her tree. I feel her mental smile at the silly man child trying so ineptly to capture the wiggling larva in the shallow water.
Her interest fleeting, Eva turns away from the little boy. Soon to be forgotten, he's only worth a casual glance. Breathing deeply, she sits up on her branch. Looking down at the boy, she sniffs the air curiously. There's a strange scent in the warm spring air; its coming from that young human male. But what is it, she wonders... she's smelled every scent her world has to give, but not this one.
Climbing lower she stops just above him in the lower branches. Hiding in the thick fan like leaves of her juniper tree. She gazes out to see him splashing about uselessly... still after the tadpoles. Eva enjoying herself immensely can't help the soft mocking laughter that bubbles from her mouth.
The shock of a lifetime nearly knocks her out of the tree; the young boy turns to look for her... or rather the person who's laughter he's obviously heard. He heard her laugh... no way he heard her laugh. No human has seen her for hundreds of turns. Their infrequent visits have been the typical norm. Today's visit of so many is very unusual, but he heard her... and that intriguing smell is definitely coming from him as well.
The boy looking about beneath the tree doesn't see anyone let alone her. She must be mistaken... he really didn't hear her. Something else must have caused him to look about. Returning to his tadpole hunt, Eva laughs again just a little louder. To her amazement the boy hears her again, and walking out of the stream stops just beneath her. His pretty blue eyes soon find hers among the thick juniper leaves. Even through the thick glass of his eye coverings. He sees her... he hears her... a young human male! This is impossible, it's never a male!
Staring at one another, he finally blinks his eyes, and Eva closes her. She listens as he starts to talk to her. Strangely Eva can understand him, if somewhat broken speech, but that doesn't seem to matter. When she finally drops from her tree to stand near him, she finally understands the unnervingly wonderful scent coming from him. It's not strong yet, he's only a boy, but in a few years he'll mature into a man, able to breed.
The rest of our encounter flies by in a whirl of bright happy imagery. I'm amazed that Eva’s memories of me are so clear, a stark contrast to the fuzzy faded memories of my childhood.
At the end of our time together, Eva's mental projections start to turn a clouded bluish color. I realize that her happiness is now somber with the melancholy of that moment... of finding another, only to give them up after only a few moments of time. Her magical gifts quickly, but freely given; only time for the two, would they be enough to bring him back to her.
Her last images of our encounter sixty years ago today are surrounded by a border of bright white, as she watches a dejected little boy walk off to an uncertain future. Eva leaving her tree, flies high into the warm spring air to watch the old pickup truck taking me out of the forest and back home.
The next sixty years of her images gradually change from the joys of white and yellow at our brief meeting, to short times of her heated desires in bright red, until they finally cool to the blues of deepening melancholy.
Eva has let me see the briefest of her joys, and the gradual effect a meeting with a young boy has had on this old one.
As the last images stop, I open my eyes. My lips still pressed tightly against Eva's. I see her bright, overly large yellow eyes filling my entire universe with their intensity. As I look deep into the wells of her soul, I realize they’re filled with the shimmering wetness of tears.
I slowly, with great reluctance break our kiss. Eva lifting her face from mine, quickly sends me a few more rapid, bright intense images of this morning. They're a confused menage of bright yellows, blazing white and flaming red all centered around a set of blue eyes.
They all start with a mental whisper, the most fleeting of touches... something old painfully forgotten, a tada polee. Then later a whiff of wind out of the southeast. Just the slightest of scents... much older now, stronger, richer, but can it be the same one. So long ago, never completely forgotten... her loneliness suddenly blooms into the darkness of midnight blue. Only for a second it lingers, then another stronger whiff. This one sends her streaking skyward. Climbing quickly, the rapture nearly bursting her heart, takes her higher and higher.
There in the clear deep turquoise blue sky of an early morning in May, Eva sees him walking along the trail towards her, and the tree. Then a blinding flash of blinding anger... too long she's waited. Dropping from the sky, wings buzzing with the anger of a thousand hornets, she landed heavily on one of the giant limbs in her tree. The 'Great Tree' trembles with her wrath. Her little feet stomping along the thick limb, she remembers the boy... so young, a mere baby unable to comprehend her magical gifts, or the meanings behind them.
Eva's suddenly frightened... will he come this way. Or will he turn and follow the other trails away from her... again! With a cry of anguished panic, she takes to the air! Zooming out of her tree, she climbs into the sky. He's there making his way along the trail, still unsure of his route, she falls from the sky... dejected and angry once more. Stupid, stupid, boy... so stupid!
But what if he really comes here today... Eva pounce on him, and eat his eyes for being so stupid... shit! Is he coming to her tree or not...? She puzzles again and again. Finally climbing as high in her tree as possible, she hides behind a protective wall of green. Shit where is he... her wings buzzing nervously. What is taking him so long, she can crawl faster than he can walk... shit!
So long she's waited, Eva losing her mind is ready to launch into the air again, when the wind brings his scent to her again. So much nearer... he smells wonderful. Older sure, but so pleasantly strong. With the eyes of a Fae, Eva watches the little knoll in the trail. First she sees the top of his red hat, then his weathered face, and gray hair. He still looks good, not too fat for an old human. Scrumptiously fit, he pauses to look her way.
He just stands there looking her way... can he see her? Not possible even with his gift, can he see Eva's eyes glued to the stupid, stupid man only 800 yards away. Unmoving, he waits and watches. Maybe he's remembering another day long, long ago... maybe!
Suddenly he's moving again, but Eva soon loses sight of him behind the screen of protective smaller trees that guards hers. He still might go past her, walking around the connecting trails, back to the flat place and the white thing he came in.
What should she do? Nothing, she can do nothing, or give herself away. Wait, she must wait a few minutes longer. Ten minutes... then fifteen minutes... nothing!
His arrival is announced in near silence. He comes into the glade surrounding her tree without any undue noise. Stopping he looks about the glade and then into her tree. Her agitation is so profound, she's about to launch herself at this fool of a man, fang and claw... she'll show him not to anger Eva, but somehow she regains her composure. She must watch and wait. Her mental images blurring again, are colors layered one on another, each a superimposed feeling. Her heated desires are red, blazing white of anticipation, the dark red of anger, and a new one... the clear bright green of hope.
Then she sees him beneath her tree looking up, his face full of raging emotions like hers... fear, anticipation, intense need, and sorrow for his thoughtlessness. But most of all... hope! The bright green color of hope shining behind those blue eyes. Eva's final blinding flash brings them both back to reality. I'm back looking into her yellow eyes. My first sight of her, my strongest memory of her, now I know she wants me, as much as I want her.
My need throbbing, just behind the taut firmness of her shapely butt, hasn't lessened one iota. In fact, the little 'Tree Sprite' laying atop me is ready for me to take us to another level of understanding. She's enjoying the effect her small ultra hot body is having on me. Squirming and wiggling on top of mine, she continues to tempt me with her seductive behavior.
I quickly throw up my ineffective shield to irritate her, while I loosen my hands from around her back. Not quite up to speed on lovemaking, Eva is momentarily distracted poking holes in my shield, when I run my hands down along the curve of her narrow waist and onto her lower back.
Enjoying her mental triumph, Eva is not expecting the ambush behind my shield. As my shield collapses, my flaming red desire pulses out matching hers color for color... intensity for intensity. Finding her lips, I reach down to grab her delectable ass with both hands. Kneading the small symmetrical melon of firm flesh is extremely pleasurable, but the size of her butt is quite disconcerting. I've never groped a child's ass, but Eva's young nubile body is extremely erotic.
Our kissing takes on a new urgency. Eva's wings zip open, but instead of buzzing insistently every few seconds, they start to wave gently up and down in a slow flying motion. Like our kissing, the mutual need to procreate is now the goal of both Eva and myself. I want to fuck her so bad, and she is almost frantic in trying to get my dick inside her tiny cunt.
The problem is her size... me at six foot, three inches and Eva at four foot nothing. We simply don't fit. Kissing and holding onto my neck, her sweet little hole seems miles away from the massive hard-on I've got for this tiny beauty. Eva, knowing I'm behind her, gets up on her haunches and tries to find my cock waving about in the air, but to no avail. All she can do is touch it occasionally as it bobs lewdly behind her.
My problem is even more profound than her need. I haven't been with a woman for years let alone a horny 'Tree Sprite' that has the hots for me. The solution is simple... sit up with her in my lap and let her have her way. But that's still not the problem. I want her to enjoy our coupling; so reaching down with my right hand, I wrap my fingers around the raging column of heated flesh. A few quick pumping strokes is all it takes for my balls to explode... delivering, a heated torrent of sperm laden cum surging down my seven inch cock.
My throaty moan is shortly followed by Eva giving voice to her frustrated panic, “No! No! Not yets Wall-E! No outside Eva.” she moans pathetically, just as the first forceful blast of cum shoots out of the end of my cock.
The massive ejaculation of cum gracefully arcs through the air... a small white snake of gooey sperm filled yuck, that lands on Eva's back just below her wings. Load after load I pump out onto her back. The last few weaker ejaculations marring the smooth skinned moons of her buttocks.
Eva watching over her shoulder the whole time is quite unhappy, “No, No, No, Wall-E! Seeds go in girl not on Eva's back. Bad... to waste! Alls gone, no more seeds for Eva. Me need... wants Wall-E seeds. Wait sows lung for seeds, nothing only lone forever!” she chants dismally.
Then Eva, looking up from my rapidly shrinking cock, glances at me. My bright smile confuses her momentarily, before she moves a little closer to pick up the bright white projections of my desire. I send her an exceptionally lewd view of her impaled on my seven inch cock. Her little body distinctly showing the large cock bulge in her belly, wings spread, she is squealing with delight, as I pump her tiny pussy full of my sperm rich seed.
Eva's answering smile is full of maleficent intent, “Wall-E stinks like pile of cow shit! Yews stinky man... scare Eva, not happy with Wall-E!” she blasts my way, right before she projects a mental projection of me kissing her tiny ass.
Still holding Eva firm ass, my short bursts of amused laughter ring loudly beneath her tree. Still chuckling to myself, I ignore her mental bombardment, and sit up. Her little body slides down the length of my long torso. Her arms tighten around my neck, as I bring her up with me. Eva almost takes to the air, when she feels the thickening column of man flesh between the sweet cheeks of her little girl ass. She takes a quick glance over her shoulder to confirm my raging boner
Eva, still a bit miffed, gives me another slice of her mind, “Yews still stink... Wall-E. Yews not waste this time, okay!” she scolds.
Slowly getting better, I project back, “Wall-E sorrow! Me want Eva's first... happy time. No waste, putt seed in Eva's baby place! Is what Eva like?”
Eva looking somewhat crestfallen, softly kisses my lips, “Wall-E not stink! Eva mad at waste. Eva want seeds very much! Eva has hunger feelings for Wall-E. Hungry feeling inside Eva's belly! Need... want Wall-E to feed Eva's baby place. Please Wall-E... now! I okay yews see...” she confirms finding my lips for another deeply passionate kiss.
I was hoping for her to slow down and enjoy a little more foreplay, but Eva seems quite intent on me fucking her, here and now! No more mincing of words, or dazzling displays of erotic images. This incredibly nubile tiny hottie wants some cock, and she wants it now.
Never breaking our intensifying kiss, I lift her little ass. Eva's wings flutter briefly, but she's too focused on our usual tongue game to notice my cock's position beneath her aroused genitalia. For the first time, I reach under her to touch the heated flesh of this little girl's tiny cunt.
Eva's reaction is instantaneous and not unexpected... she simply takes to the air. One second, we are playing, pin the tongue, and the next she's a hundred feet above me buzzing around like an erotically awakened 'Tree Sprite' with shimmering wings.
She flits around for a few seconds, chirping and tweeting excitedly, before looking down at me holding my cock.
I know she's listening intently, “Okay Eva! Get back down here so I can fuck you.” I smile upward, giving my cock a lewd shake.
Eva's happy squeal is closely followed by a dive bomb maneuver. Pulling up at the last second the backwash from her wings nearly knocked me over. She lands feet first on the table. Her feet on either side of my hips, Eva's tiny, hairless, little slit is only inches in front of my face. The scent of her arousal is strong and delightfully enticing.
I think Eva wants some foreplay after all. Taking a deep breath of her sweet ambrosia, I lean forward to kiss her lightly on the bulging predominance of her Pubis Mons. Eva's wings give a quick flutter, as she coos passionately. Her legs are already spread, but I want full access to her tiny sex. She's so small compared to a full grown woman.
Reaching down with my right hand, I wrap my big paw completely around the calf of her left leg just below the knee. Eva let's out a quick squeak of surprise, but holds still, when I lift her leg up, and over my shoulder. Her lower leg draped down my back. Off balance, Eva tangles her fingers in the thick gray hair atop my head.
Eva gives a little hysterical giggle, when I reach up to cup the ultra softness of her heated pussy. Anatomically she looks like any other woman, or in this case little girl. Her tiny slit is only about two and half inches long. It's tightly closed, with the pink fleshy hood covering her little clit near the top clearly visible. Her asshole is an ultra petite puckered rosebud of darker pink, just below the slight cleft in her slit.
I use my index finger and thumb to open her Labia Majora. As I do a gush of arousal comes rushing out her vaginal opening. It's so small... how can I possibly molest this ravishing little beauty. Then just to put a further damper on my lewd thoughts of hot sex, with an apparent prepubescence girl... is the hymen covering her vaginal opening.
Eva has not mentioned her virginal status, but this little snip of a 'Tree Sprite' has never had sex.
Eva sensing my hesitation, “Yes... Wall-E! Eva's womanhood yews to take. Eva here many turns wading Wall-E come!” she tells me, holding her anger in check.
I look up at the wondrous creature before me, “I'm sorry Eva... Wally stupid boy... stupid man... for not coming back sooner for Eva! But you too small for Wally. I don't want to hurt Eva... please don't make me do this bad thing to you!” I plead uselessly.
Eva wings buzzing angrily; she pulls my hair hard... lifting my head upward. There bending down, her lips waiting for mine. Our kiss is quick heated, and far too short.
Her lips leaving mine, she lays her forehead against mine. The images she projects are filled with her pain and loneliness. Each day she scans the lands about her tree, always to the south she looks. At the empty dirt road of long ago, or more recently the trails filled with curious human hikers coming to look at her tree... But the one she wants... the one she needs... the one she desires... the one who's seed will bring another light into the world never comes back... pain compounded upon pain for sixty turns.
Then she shows me something else, a small oblong leathery white object inside the small body cavity of this perfect little soul of the forest. An egg... an ovum of the Fae 'Tree Sprite'... Eva has all these years for a man... her man to come and share the gift of life with her. The egg is old now! Soon it will die, never born, not unless this man gives her his gift... to end the pain of her loneliness.
The last image she sends is the one I sent her, the one of her painfully impaled on my seven inch cock, a large cock bulge clearly showing in her belly. My seed is leaking from her cock filled pussy... but she's added the egg nestled inside her small body surrounded by my tadpole like wigglers, all trying to breach the outer covering. All of them intent upon gaining access into the largest egg they've ever seen. The going is tough, but maybe one of them will make it to the inside, and the riches waiting.
Forehead to forehead, my right hand leaves the ultra heated flesh of her tiny cunt to rest on her abdomen, it's then that I notice the smooth firm flesh... the tiny little six pack of abdominal muscles, but... no belly button. There's only the slightest hump to the otherwise flat plain of smooth skin perfection. Resting my hand on a Fae baby bump is quite disconcerting to say the least... but there it is an orange sized firmness that's Eva's egg...
I suddenly realized something else... a flash of true insight. Eva's gift is not just her womanhood, but an invitation to join her on a voyage through the years yet to come. However long that may be... this isn't a one and done, but a gift of something totally unexpected. The love of another woman... one that will fill the black void in my soul when my wife died three years ago.
Eva's mind... my mind is now one again. With my hand resting on her belly, I feel her forehead lifting from mine. Our minds still linked, I enjoy the erotic sensation of her kissing me all over my face. Eyes closed, I telepathically watch her face kissing its way across my lips, down my chin, she works towards the top of my shoulder, to the thick Trapezius muscle at the base of my neck. Her bite is excruciatingly painful. Moaning out loud, I try to pull away from her. But her iron-like grip holds me in place, as she suckles the blood from my neck.
Her sharp teeth leaving the bleeding wound, Eva's pointed tongue continues to probe the wound. Her saliva mixing with my blood is drawn back into my body.
My pain is soon replaced by a sense of ultimate erotic euphoria spreading quickly throughout my entire body. Her tiny leg long gone from my shoulder, I feel Eva's mouth leaving my neck. Returning to my lips, her bloody kiss ignites a flame of desire in me that won't be quenched until, I'm balls deep in this little girl.
Eva small lithe form slips down the long torso of my body in agonizingly slow motion. Her feet under her, she continues to lower her virginal genitalia towards the throbbing cock beneath her. My needs are way past my control, and this little imp has got to be fucked right now. Reaching down around Eva's petite form, I find that perfect tiny ass. Holding her tightly, I lower her towards the raging boner that will momentarily take her virginity, and breach the perfection of this radiant little girl child.
Her arms aren't long enough to reach my neck, so she settles for holding me around my chest. Grinding her perky little tits into hair covered skin covering my pectoral muscles,
Eva looks up at me. The yellow of her large eyes is nearly gone. Instead her dilated pupils gaze up at me, reflecting the feral nature of an ageless need to couple with a male of her choice. I'm Eva's choice... I will seed the egg waiting in her body. I will be the one to father a Fae child. But most importantly, I'll now be a part of her and the child. A family... I don't know how this will work out, but I trust Eva.
When the head of my cock touches her tightly closed slit, it slides uselessly upward, to rest against her Pubis Mons. I leave one hand gripping the smooth skinned firmness of her tight ass, and use the other to grab my cock near the base. Lifting her slightly, I slide my cock back along her slit. Pushing up slightly, the spongy tip gradually pries open the outer lips of her tiny cunt. Eva's satisfied moan is quickly followed by a squeal of pure delight, when the tip finds the small opening into her vaginal canal.
Guarded by a thin pink wall, the membrane of her hymen boldly protects the entrance into her vagina. Eva is more than ready, having waited for a very long time. Loosening my grip on her ass, I let her settle onto the pole of heated flesh seeking entry into such a small opening.
I'm letting her control the pace of things, hoping that this will lessen the pain filled moments that are part of a girl child passing into womanhood. Even if the girl child is over 1900 years old.
Eva pausing with the head of my cock pressed against the barrier to her womanhood; she reaches out to take my right hand from where it rests on top of the table. Ever so gently, Eva places it on her small left breast above her heart. Her left hand remained on mine. With my left hand, she places her other hand under mine, resting them both upon the firm hair covered skin of my Pectoralis major.
Looking up at me she asks simply, “It time Wall-E! Eva give gift to yews. Wall-E needs share yews gift with Eva. Agreed hu-man?”
My answer has never been simpler. Squeezing the small budding breast beneath my right hand, I hold her left hand against my heart, as it thunders in my ear.
“I know this is so sudden, but I think I've loved you for a very long time... Princess Eva of the Fae. I freely give my gift of life to you!” I intone solemnly.
Eva's wings momentarily flutter noisily, “Good Wall-E! Eva takes yews into baby place, Prince of the Fae to seeds new life there. Weeds abide in traditions set forth by those that came before. Eva takes Wall-E as life mate. Eva will be yews, if chosen over others!” she pauses tears running down her cheeks.
“I love silly tada polees boy...! For long time Eva wait Wall-E grow to man. Yews mine, Eva needs yews seeds!” she concludes and lower herself onto me.
Eva's hymen is not going down without a fight. It's guarded her virginity for ages upon ages, but it's been softened by Eva’s nearly constant state of arousal. The breech of her womanhood is sudden, pain filled, and noisy.
Eva's scream is filled with a painful joy, that tells the world a Fae Princess, has been taken. A Fae prince has claimed her virginal gift, and will soon fill her sex with his seed. The birds chirping, cawing, and screeching are all part of the worlds answering grunts, howls, trumpeting, and growls.
But Eva and I are lost in the moment, of our coupling. Pausing for a few moments, Eva's pain filled grimace slowly turns to a bright, face covering smile. The tears on her face drying quickly in the warm dry air of a perfect day in May.
With the head of my cock embedded in her heated tightness, Eva begins to wiggle her cute ass from side to side. Slowly with decadent pleasure, I feel my seven inch shaft slowly being consumed by the glove like tightness of Eva's vaginal canal.
I keep waiting for my cock to butt up against her cervical opening, but this little pixie of a girl is taking me inside her, deep like an adult woman. Finally with all seven inches inside her seething hot cunt, I feel the tip of my cock up against a semi soft barrier. Not a cervix, but something else. Then her images a few minutes before come flashing before my eyes.
It's her egg... our egg now. I'm here to father this child... a Fae child. I can feel Eva's mind watching mine. Her part is done, her gift has been claimed... her body is wrapped lovingly around my cock buried to the hilt in her little girl perfection.
I open my mind to hers, “Eva awaits yews pleasure. Fuck me Wall-E, fill Eva yews seeds. Finish what began long ago... No more chasing tada polees, silly boy!” her mind purrs enticingly.
My hands finding her butt again; I begin to knead the firm flesh beneath. Lifting her ass, the gleaming shaft of my cock slips easily from the comfy warm confines of her tightness. Gripping a hand full of butt, I pull her back down, force my cock back inside her tiny pussy. My cock finally stops when I feel the soft spongy tip of flesh gently kiss the surface of the egg.
Eva's mind is nothing, but a growing orb of white hot light. Her breathing is shallow and rapid. The wings on her back are spread wide, and with every forceful penetration buzz insistently with growing excitement. I take my time fucking this little girl-like creature. We have both waited a long time for this moment. I want to make her first time as enjoyable as possible.
Using long deep penetrating strokes, I plunge my cock over and over again into her tiny body. The smell of our heated sex is the essences of dreams. Our focused reality is on my cock and her small pussy. The bright white hot orb growing inside Eva's mind is building in tandem with the increase agitation of her buzzing wings, and the pleasurable moaning coos coming from her mouth.
Finally she finds her voice, “Oooh yes... Wall-E so nice, yews fill Eva's woman place! Eva burning inside! Eva like Wall-E fuck her hard!” she babbles.
With Eva building towards a first ever climax, my own desire to fill her tiny pussy with lots and lots of sperm fill cum is growing quickly. I decide it's time to kick things into high gear.
I let Eva settle balls deep on my lap. Moving quickly, I take my hands from her ass to run them behind her knees. Her legs sliding up my forearms, I grab her ass again and stand with her... my dick still buried deep inside. Now standing, I can lift her tiny ass off my cock, while pile driving her tiny cunt, that much better.
As I hold her suspended before me, I begin to fuck Eva with an intensity that has her moaning with pain filled pleasure. The little glade beneath her tree is filled with the noisy urgency of our bodies smacking together; along with Eva's concerto of heated chirps and squeals of her approaching orgasm.
Her orgasm is like being too close to the sun. Her mental orb of white hot essence suddenly nova-like bursts in a blinding light of pure unfiltered joy. Our minds still linked, my own need to fill her with my seed is merged with almost mind numbing cravings she has for me. For me, not just my seed, but the man... the boy, she found so long ago beneath her tree... the geeky boy trying to catch tada polees.
My joy joining hers; my cock explodes deep inside, my little 'Tree Sprite'. With her tiny love canal wrapped lovingly around my cock. I deliver massive load, after massive load of sperm rich cum into her small preteen sized body. Unable to move, Eva's vaginal muscles grip me in her velvety tightness. As her orgasm washes through her body, it sends pulses of energy along the concentric vaginal muscles gripping my cock. Each pulse starting near the base, and rippling upward milking the cum from my dick.
Wings abuzz, Eva howling coos, chirps, and squeals of purest delight announce to those far and near that a Princess of the 'Forest Fae' has lost her virginity to a virile human male... a new Prince among the Fae.
As my cock begins to shrink, Eva's vaginal canal begins to collapse and close behind the flaccid member. Eva feeling my gradual withdrawal from her body, lifts off my glistening wet cock. Her wings still buzzing with agitation, Eva reaches up to wrap her arms back around my neck. My hands still full of her firm tight ass I pull her in close.
Eva's forehead touching mine, her images come through with a growing clarity,“Oooh, Wall-E that much better than moonlight on clear winter night... warm touch of sun on spring day... hearing tree talk with the earth mother. Eva thank Wall-E for giving gift of seeds!” pausing, her mental images become a confusing blur streaked with a few dark blues of sadness, “Fucking give Eva most wondrous time. Eva feel so alive... Wall-E!” she finishes before we start to cuddle.
The afterglow of our heated mating is almost as enjoyable as the act of copulation itself. Laughing and giggling like two star struck teenagers, we enjoy the others comforting touch. Eva's is all touchy feely... her hands are everywhere feeling my face, my hair, arms, chest. She even has me open my mouth to check out my tongue and teeth.
Likewise, I can't get enough of her. Especially her small child like body, the smooth warmth of her skin, the firm lean muscles beneath. Each and every feature of this unbelievable creature who's stolen my heart. She even turns around to let me touch, and fondle her wings. I find the flight muscles near the base are very sensitive.
After tickling her for the fifth time, she looks back over her shoulder to give me the look... I guess that particular female gesture is universal across all sentient female species. Laughing out loud at her facial grimace, she sticks her tongue out at me.
A quick wing flutter lifts her away from me, spinning in the air she darts back down knocking me flat on the picnic table, “Wall-E almost stinky boy again!” she warns playfully.
Sitting up with Eva in my lap, she asks, smiling warmly, “Woods Wall-E want see all Eva's home?”
For the next part of this story, see Locutus2366: The Great Tree Part3: When Reality Sucks.