The crackling of the fire was the only sound around the bonfire. All the crew felt confused and uneasy after what they saw. They all have heard the stories, but as with most of the stories, they thought of her only as a myth. As a tale tired travelers told as a way to add excitement to the long journeys on the paths of the Great Forest. But certainly what they so, or rather who they so, was the lady from the tales.

A girl with glowing porcelain skin, hair as black as a starless night, and eyes as green as the forest itself. Different people named her in different ways: the white witch, the man eater, the lady beast, and the nymph. A creature capable of seducing anyone only by calling their name, impossible to escape. And make no mistake, all the people found in the stories were never to be seen or found again.

"I am sure what we saw was only a product of the sleepless nights and moonlight" said Edmir, the oldest of the crew.
"Two people imagining the same thing is a coincidence, but if we all saw, I am sure whoever that was is out there" Dibad replied.
"But that is imposible" Edmire sighed.
"You should know best Edmir; most of what we all have lived defies possibility. If time has taught us something, it is that tales are more reliable than kingdom books" Dibad said. All crew nodded at that statement.

"If tales are to be trusted, then we should move quickly." One of the crew members said, All agreed except Dibad, who stood up and said,
"If tales are to be trusted, then, my dear comrades, I have a plan. Wait for me in the next town; if I´m not there by tomorrow, leave. Do not turn back." The crew grunted in disagreement, but they knew better than to argue with their leader; after all, that reckless spirit is what had brought them so many fortunes.

...

Silence would have reigned that night if not for the snap of the twigs and leaves breaking with every careful step Dibad was taking. He was walking back to the lake, where the crew saw the Nymph. Finally, after hours of circling around the lake, he decided to make camp near the shore of the lake. There he crouched on one knee and waited. He concentrated in his senses; no sounds, but his own breath was noticeable. The moon was weak that night, so not even his sight was to be trusted. So he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, roses. The smell was so intense, as if he were sniffing one directly under his nose. The sensation was disconcerting. He opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw a girl with emerald eyes looking directly at him at only a few inches from his own eyes. He fell on his back immediately, scared, and stared at her as she was staring at him.

There she was, tall, glowing pale skin, beautiful long black hair braided loosely with small flowers. Her lips were big and juicy, perfectly shaped. She was wearing a long white dress made of the thinniest of silks that accentuated her body with a deep cleavage that revealed her breast, which danced with every breath she took. He couldn´t help but notice her nipples almost piercing the thin silk over them; he also noticed his heart beating faster and his heavy breathing. She was perfect; not any girl he had seen was as imponent as she was. There was something misterious, almost godly, in the way she presented herself.

"You came back; I was waiting for you. I knew you would come back for me" the nymph said. Her voice sounded like a choir, speaking in perfect unison, powerful and smooth to say the least. Dibad composed himself and remembered what he knew, or at least what he thought he knew.
"So that´s how you do it; you attack men in need to help a pretty woman on dispair," Dibad said. She smirked and moved around him.
"But like you said, a need it is, and one that is very strong inside you, I can sense it." She replied.
"You know nothing about me, women."
"Oh, but I do, my dear Savior; after all, your reckless behavior and strong attitude are a way to hide your fears. I can see through you. You are full of secrets, and I know them all; do not fear me," she said while caressing Dibad´s cheek. He grabbed her hand and took it off his face. "If you see through me, then you know I don't fear you." She looked at him defiantly and bit her lip. "But you do fear; don´t worry. You won´t lose me like you lost her. You found me, and now you won´t leave." He grabbed her by the neck and looked straight at her. She seemed to enjoy it, which only made Dibad feel angrier. "Do not speak about her; you are not worthy witch." She bit her lip again, grabbed his hand, and started moving it towards her breasts. "Pardon me, sir; you are right. There´s no need to talk at all," she said in the most seductive voice he had ever heard.
"You are right, we shouldn´t-" He started to lean towards her. When he became conscious that she was taking control over him, he quickly moved away and replied. "You have no control over me; do not try your dark magic on me."
"I wasn´t; after all, the biggest doom of men are their own desires." Dibad sighed and replied, "You might not be a man, not even human. But you are slaves of your desires as well, Nymph; do not try to hide it. You can see through me, but I know some things about you as well." She looked at him, and a smile was drawn in her perfect lips. She walked towards him. He immediately took a step forward, grabbed her by her neck again, and pulled her even closer. "You know my desires, right? So you know I want you," she whispered to his ear. He pulled her hair and replied. "You don´t want me; you need me to desire you; you want to control me." She took a stepback, looking unconcerned. And started to remove her gown, slowly revealing herself to Dibad, "I do. I want you to make you feel extasis as you never have before. I want to moan your name. And I do not have to use my powers to know you want that too; your pants reveal that, my dear... Tell me your name so I can moan it." Her dress now lying on the fresh grass at her feet, the moon made her skin glow, revealing her perfect outline.
"You want my name?" Dibad replied confidently.
"I do," she whispered. He took her closer to him, grabbing her by the hips, and said, "No no no, you don´t want it, you desire it, you need it." She frowned, looking scared for the first time. He grabbed her hard against him. "Accept it," he insisted.
"I do," she sighed desperately.
"I own what you desire." She felt silent, unable to move. "You were wrong about something; we men are weak to our own desires, but you nymph are a slave to your own." She looked at him still silent; her eyes showed fear, but her body was trembling with desire. "I own you now," Dibad told her jauntily.
"You do not; I do not serve anyone.".
"You serve your own needs, and I control them. A master is not one who controls his slave but the one who controls what his slave needs." He caressed her cheek and then grabbed her neck. "And I control yours; now kneel before me and beg for what you desire.".

There she was, the man eater; the beast kneeled down in front of her new master, begging for him to reveal his name.
"Beg for what you desire," he insisted.
"I desire to know your name," she said, trembling.
"And who is the only one that can give you what you want?" He asked.
"You are," she replied.
"And that makes me your what?" He asked confidently.
"The master of my desires." She reppiled.
"Say it again."
"The master of my desires," she mumbled.
"Louder," he commanded.
"The Master of My Desires " She shouted,
"That´s right, the master of your desires, your master; that´s what you will call me until I give you my name, understood?"
"Yes, master," she mumbled.
"Give me your hands," he said, reaching out his hand to grab her.
"Yes, master," she replied.
He grabbed his hand and put it over his pants.
"This is the way you´ll get my name, Nymph."
She got excited and bit her lip; she knew what to do. She started teasing with her lips the bulge in Dibad´s pants while running up her soft hands under his shirt. She looked at him with her most seductive gaze.
"You are smart, Master; you made me yours," she said, hoping in the end she gets his name.
She ranned her hands, pulling down his pants and reavealing his hard member. She was about to grab it when Dibad grabbed her by the neck tightly.
"Beg for it, Nymph," he demanded.
"Please, can I have and suck your cock?" she said, noticibly annoyed.
"Say it correctly and mean it," he insisted. She smirked,
"Can I please suck your cock, Master? I beg you."
"Not yet," he replied and reached down and kissed her with passion.
"Open your mouth."
She did as requested, and Dibad spit in her mouth, and then he put his finger in her mouth. Without thinking it twice, she started sucking it, and spit started to spill from her mouth, dropping to her perfect breast, making them even more shiny-looking.
"Can I please now have your cock, Master? I beg you please, I want it." She said, moaning, and immeaditely opened her mouth.
Dibad didn´t bother in answering; he grabbed her by her sily hair and throbbed and shoved his cock in her mouth, making her choke and her eyes water. But that didn´t stop her; she pushed the cock even deeper in her throat. More spit and bubbles dripped from the Nymphs mouth. The sight and feeling this made Dibad moan. "You are a good Nymph after all."
She pulled the cock out of her mouth, moaning and biting and licking her lips. She started running her tongue all over the length of Dibad´s cock while massaging his balls. Then she switched and started spitting and sucking his balls. She looked up at him; she was sweaty and shiny, her breasts covered in her own spit, and in Dibad's eyes she never looked more beautiful.
"Please, Master, I want you inside me." She begged with eyes full of arousal.
"First I have to prepare you."
He grabbed her and laid her on her back. He started kissing and sucking her vagina. She moaned; she never felt anything like this. No one has ever kissed her like that and in that place. Her legs started trembling; she felt closer and closer to orgasming while her master sucked her vagina. He inserted a finger, putting pressure on her. That made her shout with pleasure; her back arched, and she released herself. She felt pleasure all over her body. She was gasping.
"How did you do that, Master?" She asked between breaths. He didn´t bother to answer and just said,
"Now you are ready, Nymph."
He made her position herself in all fours and grabbed her by her hair while inserting his cock in her vagina. She moaned again.
"Please, Master, tell me your name. I need to moan your name. I nee-"
He reached and put a finger in her mouth, hooking her. That made her back arch, which resulted in more pleasure, making her moan harder. He fucked her harder now, grabbing her hips and pushing them down; this made her moan harder. Again she felt the need to release the arousal; her eyes went blank. She opened her mouth, trying to moan, but sound didn´t come out. He stopped, and she lay there, her legs trembling, trying to recover from the intensity of the orgasm. He reached for her neck and kissed her again; she kissed him even more intensely. She made him lay down and mounted him. She grabbed his hands and put them on his breasts while moving up and down.
"You are perfect, Nymph; you are really good slut."
"I am Master," she replied.

He finally felt he couldn´t hold it anymore; she felt it too. She tried to slow down; she still wanted his name, but she didn´t force anymore; her body couldn´t stop trembling, and she knew he defeated her. He grabbed her by the neck and made her kneel down again.
"Beg me to give you my cum," he said in a dominant voice.
She was shocked with what just happened—a simple man had defeated and controlled her, but also made her feel the more intense orgasms of her immortal life.
"Please master cum all over my perfect face," she said in a silky voice and opened her eyes.
Dibad grunted and moaned. She felt the cum all over her tongue, face, breast, even her hair.

Dibad started dressing himself; he looked proud while the Nymph was still on her knees, licking and swallowing all the cum.

"See, a composed man will never act on his needs until he solves what needs to be solved and controls what needs to be controlled," Dibad said with authority. She stood there silently, trying to figure him out. "And now that I have, I can not only act on them but satisfy all my needs," Dibad said with a smirk on his face.
"Will I ever know your name, Master?" She asked.
"See through me," he replied.
There she knew she would always be her slave. But her feelings surprised her; she didn´t fear anymore; she wanted more.

I hope you all like and enjoy this. This was written with care and passion. Please if you had a pleasent time reading it don´t forget to upvote it. Comment what you liked about this short story or if you have any questions.

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