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Tales of the Pierced Boar - Trevir and the Nymph
by Mack the Knife (macknife@cox.net)
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Trevir, a young hunter in the Duchy of Marrovale comes
across a damsel in distress. (MF, oral, fantasy)
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Trevir had just received his permit to hunt the woods
south of Morrovale. He also inherited Harlen's range,
as his successor. Harlen had been a excellent tutor for
the youth and he knew the ways of the woods as well as
the best and better, by far, than most.
He surveyed his main hunting area, peering with his
keen eyes over the woods from the small hillock that
marked its eastern bound. He was proud of himself,
being only sixteen and having full rights as a
huntsman.
Harlen had not died, or even retired, but had left
Morrovale to be with his wife, Hyandai. He smiled,
remembering the first meeting he had with that lovely
creature when he was a lad of twelve. She had blatantly
flirted with him. Elven lasses have slightly looser
restrictions about clothing, and he soon after that had
seen her unclad in the yard, and had something to
fantasize about when he fooled with himself in the dark
for several years.
Now he was grown to a young man, and had known a few of
the village girls quite well, and needed no such lofty
fantasies any more. Though none of them could compare
to that elven lady in sheer beauty, they had made up
for it with enthusiasm and availability. He hefted his
bow and started down the hill. He would march south
this day and hope to come across a deer or perhaps a
wolf, who still bore a silver mark bounty, though none
had been seen in this wood for four years.
It was a crisp spring morning, and the sun was still
low in the sky. He watched his breath turn to smoke as
he exhaled and reveled in the tingling at the ends of
his ears and tip of his nose. As his mother said, he
turned out a handsome lad, tall and broad shouldered,
with well-muscled arms from the heavy work of skinning
and butchering the animals he killed. As Harlen had put
it 'working muscle.'
He wore linen pants, and a leather jerkin, bearing his
seal from the duke, which permitted him to hunt. He
also wore a pair of heavy boots, which had cost him
dearly, but were amazingly comfortable. His blonde hair
was tied back in a tail, as Harlen had worn, and the
Lady Hrandai, and was quite the fashion throughout
Morrovale for males and females these days.
A soft sound caught his attention, but it was not the
sound of a animal approaching, or the tread of a human,
or even the light shuffling of an elf in the wood. It
sounded like a person sighing, but it was a sad sigh,
full of resignation, and the sound of one who knows
they are doomed.
He approached from behind some bushes, the sound
growing slightly louder. Peering cautiously over the
shrubs he saw a woman, lying on the ground, with her
ankle caught in a illegal bear trap. Trevir knew it was
illegal because it was in his assigned and lotted
territory, and bear traps were illegal, as well.
Perhaps for this very reason. The rushed foreward, and
the woman turned to face the sudden sound.
She screamed as he drew near, her face full of terror.
She was lean, almost scrawny, and her arms and legs
were long and slender, with well-defined muscles. Her
hair was her oddest feature and was a bright, almost
luminous green. She was clad in an outfit of close
fitting cloth that resembled leaves. It covered her
well enough, but left her arms and legs bare, elven
style. Hyandai had dressed thus often, much to the
pleasure of the eyes of the men of Morrovale.
Her ankle was broken, he could see, and he crouched low
to make himself less threatening. She stopped screaming
when he held out his hands, palm foreword and
approached her slowly, whispering quiet soothing words
to her. She said nothing and seemed to be mainly
sniffing the air.
She looked to be quite young, though Trevir knew better
than to try to judge the age of fey folk. That she was
fey was beyond doubt, the green hair was one definite
clue, but the sheen in her eyes were the clinching
fact. They were also green, but they had a glow about
them, that screamed magical.
She watched him warily, but said nothing. He moved
slowly around her to the trap itself. She had broken
off several of her long fingernails trying to pry it
open, and blood clotted from her broken ankle. A small
stone was lodged in the jaw, and that had kept her from
loosing the foot altogether for it prevented the jaws
from snapping shut. He grabbed the releasing spring and
pushed it down, and she slid her long leg out,
screaming as she did so. Fresh blood poured from the
exposed wound.
She tried feebly to crawl away from him, but she was
obviously weak, from pain, or loss of blood, or hunger,
Trevir knew not which. She let the trap snap shut then
moved toward the woman. She watched him with terrified
eyes, like a doe that he had shot a few weeks back that
still lived as she lay gasping her last few breaths as
he neared. "I won't hurt you," he said quietly as he
neared her hurt ankle. "I just want to help."
He reached her, and took off his pack. She sat up and
faced toward him. She watched him keenly, but made no
move to flee again. She knew she could not flee him, so
she might as well trust him. He brought out a leather
roll and unrolled it, exposing dozens of tiny pockets.
From one of these he took out a vial. He dripped the
contents on her ankle, she gasped and pulled the ankle
away, but soon the pained look on her face eased and
she let the leg move back to near him. The foot was
twisted at an odd angle from the shin, and he knew it
must be set and splinted, to heal.
He hated what he was about to do, but he grabbed her
calf in a iron grip and then grabbed her foot. She
screamed a banshee wail that hurt his ears as he
twisted the foot, feeling the bones slide and move
inside. Finally, he felt it sort of pop in his hand as
it went into its natural position. He stopped moving
and let her go. She did not draw that leg up, and
stopped screaming. She looked down at the ankle and
almost smiled.
Trevir looked around the clearing and found a few small
branches and made for her a splint with that and some
cloth cut from his bedroll. Finally, her foot was
secure as it could be. She looked at it dubiously, but
seemed to be satisfied that he had not, indeed, harmed
her. She tolerated his touch as he bandaged the deep
cuts from the teeth of the horrid trap, and covered
them with cloth strips as well.
He looked at her again. "Are you an elf?" he asked, but
knew the answer was no. This woman was almost his own
height, and she had rounded ears, like a human, not an
elf. She looked at him blankly and said nothing, just
kept sniffing the air as she had been. She leaned
toward him and sniffed his belt, then his water skin.
"You need water?" He asked, taking the skin down from
his shoulder and uncorking it. He handed it to her. She
pressed her lips to the skin and sucked on it, draining
at least half of it in a series of swallows. She took
it from her mouth and smiled at him, then handed him
the skin. "Are you hungry?" he asked, and reached into
his pack and held out a dried apple. She took it and
sniffed it suspiciously, before taking a bite of it. A
few seconds later, it was gone, core and all. She
smiled again, and seemed much at ease now.
Trevir stood up and offered her a hand. "I have a small
lean-to not far from here. We can make you comfortable
there," she said. She looked at the hand curiously, but
made no move. He reached down and took one of her
slender hands. "Come," he said, pulling her up.
Her ankle could not bear weight, but Trevir could. He
put her arm over his shoulders and helped her to walk
the nearly one mile to the little shelter. As he half-
carried her he noted that she sniffed at him closely,
his hair, his neck, his jerkin. She wrinkled her nose
at the jerkin, but then moved to his arms, and even
sniffed his armpit that belonged to the arm that
supported her weight, tickling him.
He laughed and she looked up at his face suddenly,
almost frightened, but then laughed herself, though it
was almost like a animal imitating a laugh, but she was
smiling and regarded him happily. They neared the lean-
to and he lowered her to the grass under it's shelter.
"You are safe here, with me." He said, smiling. She
smiled back and when he moved to step away she grabbed
his arm, shaking her head.
"Okay," Trevir said. "I'm staying." He sat down where
he stood, and she seemed content. Her hands went out to
him, and touched his face and neck. She smiled timidly
and brought her hands close to herself again, crossing
her arms over her chest.
Trevir looked into her pretty green eyes, and then at
her slim face, which narrowed to nearly a point at her
chin. She was very pretty, but in an alien way, her
eyes slanted noticeably. Not like the women of the
east, which he had met a few with merchants. No, these
actually were angled on a slant, not just an oddity of
their eyelid structure.
He reached toward her, and she flinched, then let him
touch her face, the skin was soft, and smooth. She
sniffed at his hand, then let herself be touched. He
moved the hand to her neck, and she stretched her neck
languidly and rubbed against him, a small smile playing
on her mouth.
He felt something in her throat, like a growl, but
infinitely softer, then realized she was purring. He
moved his hand to the front of her neck, and she tilted
her head all the way back, and he rubbed and dragged
his nails over it. Her purring got louder and she
smiled widely now, revealing her teeth. She had
definitely pronounced canine teeth, but they weren't
fangs, just long teeth. He withdrew his hand and she
grabbed it, putting it to her neck again.
"If you insist," Trevir said, stroking the neck more
and enjoying the feeling of vibration coming down his
fingertips.
She was now leaning toward him noticeably. And he could
smell her now, musky and strong, but not unpleasant.
"What sort of person are you?" He asked quietly, and
she opened one green eye to regard him.
A soprano growl emerged from her and it said, "You."
His look of astonishment made her smile and she said,
"You." again.
Trevir smiled widely and said. "So, you're not broken,
then." And she smiled at him and got up onto her knees.
She crawled toward him like that and sniffed his neck,
and his chest, then went lower, sniffing, she got to
his groin and sniffed several times then looked up at
him, smiling.
"Yes, I'm a boy," he said, grinning.
She lifted her head back up and sniffed his hair. She
heeled back and took hold of his head and touched his
hair, and face, examining him very closely, here eyes
only a couple of inches from his, and her nostrils
flaring with each breath. She continued with her soft
smile, or perhaps that was the normal look for her
face, but she did seem to be just checking him over.
One of her slim hands moved down his chest and into his
lap, and came to rest on his groin, she squeezed his
bulge and smiled widely. "Playful, aren't you?"
She giggled that guttural, growling giggle again.
"You," she said, and licked his cheek. Her tongue was a
solid five inches long, outside the mouth, and she left
a trail of wet from below his jaw bone to nearly his
eye.
He laughed at this and said, "Affectionate, too, I
see."
Her hand massaged his groin causing his manhood to
swell and send out it's shaft up his leg a little, she
felt that and moved her hand to the shaft, squeezing it
and grinning wider. "You," she said, gripping him by
his handle.
"Well," Trevir said. "My intentions were honorable, but
I cannot guarantee that for long, if you keep playing
with that." He looked down at her hand on his organ.
She nuzzled his neck and started purring again, causing
him to feel an intense pleasure running down his spine.
Then he felt her sharp canines bite his shoulder,
gently. She pulled back at his gasp and smiled at him.
He gulped as she took both hands and started examining
the buttons that held his jerkin closed. She popped the
first one open, then rapidly opened the rest, having
figured out the mysterious things.
Trevir sucked in air, and said. "Okay, this will go
whatever way you wish, but remember, you started it."
He smiled to her. She smiled back and pushed his jerkin
off his shoulders. He let it fall to the ground as she
sniffed his chest and arms, again lingering under his
arm for a while before moving on.
He reached up and touched either side of her thin face,
and pulled her gently to right before his own. He
leaned foreword and kissed her. The woman responded
most strongly to this. She growled and Trevir felt her
tongue worm into his mouth, and even partway down his
throat, she searched within his mouth for a few moments
before drawing it back into her mouth. Trevor’s tongue
followed it and she sucked on that tongue when it
entered her mouth.
After a moment, she drew back and pried his mouth open
and looked in. She stuck a thumb and finger into his
mouth and pulled out his tongue. She looked at it for a
while and then smiles, huffing deeply in what must have
been a laugh.
She stuck her own tongue out and touched it to his,
then huffed some more. Trevir suspected he was being
mocked on his size of his tongue. Indignantly, he said,
"I have else to work with, that might be more to your
liking, you know."
She rose to his knees and unfastened his belt buckle
and let his pants slide down. She became very
interested and dove toward his groin, causing him a
moment of panic. Her nose flared as she took in his
smell. She looked at his swollen pole and then touched
it gently. Her hands were cool and silken and felt
wonderful on his swollen cock.
Suddenly, his rod ignited in bursts of pleasure as she
slid her tongue over it, and around it. She could not
reach all way around it with her long tongue, but
enough so that it felt quite securely held. She moved
to the base of his pole and then he felt her tongue
sliding over his balls and even behind them, almost to
his anus.
She looked up and huffed at him again, then pressed her
face to his groin and her tongue slid over then into
his anus a small way. "Oh by the One!" Trevir said,
gasping for air. He looked down at her as the tongue
withdrew and she looked up at him. "You really like to
get to know your friends, don't you?"
She grinned widely and said, "You." Then started
sniffing her way around him, crawling about, carefully
avoiding hitting her hurt foot on anything. She smelled
his rump then pressed in close and her tongue darted
out again, and buried itself in his anus, all of it
sliding in sensuously.
Trevir gasped as she penetrated him with the slippery
tongue and then pulled it out, only to put it right
back. He'd never imagined being buggered before, but
surely didn't think it would be a woman doing it, had
he been, and even then with a tongue which measured
longer than some men's manhood.
She wiggled the intruding mass inside his hole and
pressed around the sides of his canal. She slipped it
back out and licked all up and down his butt crack,
then his back.
"You're one different kind of girl," he said. "You
should have a name."
She smiled and said, "You." She started to move around
him again, and sat beside him, looking at his chest and
arms, running her fingers along the muscle ridges. He
sat, too, and peeled off his boots and then trousers.
She watched him again, smiling. Once naked, he relaxed
and figured he could just let whatever happens happen.
She stood on her knees right in front of him, and
looked down at her dress of leaf-like patterns. Trevir
grabbed it by the hem and lifted it. It rose up and
over her head, revealing a lithe and well-knit frame
with goodly muscles over it.
If he needed further proof that this was no elf, then
here it was, she had pubic hair. It was a thatch of
bright green hairs growing in a narrow triangle just
above the groin. She also had pretty large breasts,
which he understood were not common among elvenkind.
She dropped her arms back to her sides and leaned back
placing her hands on the ground between her feet.
She's inviting me to smell her, Trevir thought. And
leaned forward. That musky smell was stronger now, and
still was not offensive to the nose. He sniffed her
neck, then breasts, she smelled of the woods, but the
woods were healthy and vibrant, so he liked that.
As he went lower with his nose, she watched him with
her large green eyes. When he got to the top of her
pubic hair, she thrust her hips foreword, granting him
easier access to her. He smelled her womanhood, and his
nose was filled with the musky scent. He felt his
manhood stir most excitedly. Well, she had played with
his, so he would return the favor. His tongue came out
and lapped at the top of her vaginal opening.
She arched her back toward him, and pushed his lips and
tongue to her open vagina. The purring became loud
enough to be heard over the forest sounds. She produced
copious juices, and he soon found himself having to
swallow to keep up with it, and that was with most of
it running down her inner thighs.
She grunted and pushed his head out of her pelvis. She
smiled widely and turned her back to him. He thought
she was going to crawl back into the lean-to, but
simply lifted her ass into the air and placed her head
on the ground before her. He had seen does doe this for
bucks, and bitches do it for dogs. She was 'presenting'
herself to him. She wanted him to mount her.
Her green eyes tracked him as he moved behind her and
up to her arse. He reached down to his organ and
pointed it at her proffered opening. She growled as he
pressed the head slightly into her. He felt some
resistance, then it was gone, and he slid in smoothly,
and evenly. She growled again, and turned her head
about and kissed him again, sliding her long tongue
into his mouth as they kissed.
His pole felt warm and welcome in her, and her purring
was so intense now that he could feel it through his
organ. At one point he shifted his knee and
accidentally brushed against her injured foot, and she
growled and swatted at him with her fingers, drawing
three parallel cuts in his forearm. He was more careful
after that. He could feel her body tensing before him
and her breathing was becoming more mixed with a sound
remarkably like a normal girl moaning. She let out a
very convincing wail of pleasure as she reached her
climax, arching her back and digging at the earth with
her hands.
Trevir felt his own orgasm approaching, and grabbed her
waist more firmly, feeling her muscles working in her
abdomen, still trying to receive his seed. He came in a
burst, driving his cock into her and yelling himself.
As he finished, he looked down to her and she was
regarding him with those green eyes.
He slowed his thrusts and then stopped, and she laid
her head down upon her folded arms, purring contentedly
with him still within her. He slid himself out and
crawled up beside her under the lean-to. She let her
legs slide down, minding her foot and then turned to
him. She licked his face a bit then sniffed at his
neck. Then she curled up beside him, still purring.
After a few moments, she was asleep.
He laid there, petting her thick hair and her neck. He
was pretty tired himself now, and decided a nap seemed
like a good idea. He dug out his blanket and cast it
over the two of them and they slept. When he awoke, she
was gone. He figured he could track her, but decided
that he probably should not. He felt his neck, where
her teeth had pierced him, and laid back down and
watched the sun set. "Damn, I love being a hunter," he
said. And he dreamed of when an elven maiden would come
to him.
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