I have been on a hunting trip for three long days. The sun sets over the horizon, showering the forest in colored rays, and slowly begins the day’s warmth with it.

I stalk through the bushes following the sound of rustling. My heart beats fast as I begin moving quicker and I have to focus on quieting my breath.

The path leads to a clearing and I stop to catch my breath. A clear pool stands in the middle of the clearing, a creek trickling burbles feeding it from deeper in the woods. There, the rabbit stands by the water falteringly moving towards it. I knock my arrow and aim, taking a deep breath and releasing half before- I stop before I let the arrow fly. I am not alone.

A woman barely clothed but for some leaves and vines lays dipping her feet in the water. She sings a song so sweet I forget my task momentarily. My previously controlled heart betrays me and begins to beat wildly in my chest as if it is trying to break free.

She sings words in a language I don’t understand but I can’t resist the allure of the music. I enter the clearing my task forgotten and drop my bow, unable to tear my eyes from her mostly naked form.

She slowly sits up revealing the underside of her round breasts. Her lips part and move in song. I can’t help but imagine that mouth mingling with mine. Those lips kissing my neck, that tongue teasing. My stomach flips and drops as if I’ve just fallen from a great height. I take a few steps closer. Realizing that I’ve been holding my breath I release my air in a ragged exhale.

The woman, lovely- No, perfect, rolls onto her hands and knees and, caresses the water. She smiles, through her singing, and my greedy eyes rake over her form. Her glittering hair surely must be made of gold. Its waves shimmer in the near dusk light. Her catlike body, smooth and pale moves with the grace of a dancer. The slope of her hips and lower abs beg to be kissed. To be licked. To be held.

Her more sensitive areas are cruelly covered with leaves sprouting from vines. The vines themselves twist and circle her body from ankle to neck.

My body again betrays me as I stiffen and become aroused. The pit in my stomach growing as the desire for this woman becomes nearly unbearable.

The air seems to thrum with the sound of her voice. My blood pulses through me in time with the music sending waves of pleasure through my hardened cock. The water still sits between me and the object of all my desire. I nearly growl in frustration.

“My lady, for one look of your eyes, for one hint of a smile, for the touch of a hand I would be yours.” I mean the words to come out in a gallant shout but I find my voice frozen in my throat and they come out more pleading than I meant. She smiles, leaning toward me and motions with one graceful finger for me to come.

Without waiting even for a second my body obeys her command and I strip off my boots, shirt and trousers leaving me only in my underwear. I dive into the cool dark water and find it pleasant against my aroused skin. I swim to the surface and make my way towards the woman, my faerie.

She leans over the water her breasts close to coming out from behind the leaves. I blush as I try not to stare at their perfect shape. Small and round, soft, from this distance I can see ripples of goose flesh over the pale skin surely her nipples beneath must be hard, ready for the warmth of my mouth. “I have known nothing of desire until I laid eyes on you. I knew nothing of beauty, nothing of love-“ She leans forward and places her finger on my lips cutting me off.

“Shh, no words my sweet little thing,” she whispers leaning so close I can feel her breath on my ear and my breathing becomes ragged. My skin crawls, craving more of her touch. “What are you waiting for hunter. Hunt.” A giggle escapes from her as she stands and, begins to run through the forest.

I climb out of the water soaking wet from my swim and my arousal, I catch sight of her round little ass racing through the woods. She’s fast but I’m a hunter. I start running. She teases me, one moment allowing me to touch her the next racing away. Dancing like a will o the wisp through the darkening woods. My cock throbs and bounces as I run, still hard as an oak tree.

I watch her movements as she taunts me, her breasts bouncing delicately with every step. I study her movement and notice her sidestepping my arms. I reach with a feint, and when she again goes to avoid me, I wrap her in my strong arms. She giggles like a bell struggling briefly against me. Her laughs turn my insides to jelly and I slide my hands down her back, grabbing her thighs pushing her against a nearby tree. I am the hunter she is the prey and I’ve caught her.

Her long legs wrap around my waist and I grab her hair pulling her face to mine. Her mouth tastes like strawberries and chocolate. I need her. I need more. Our lips and tongues intermingling, and testing, learning, dancing. I thrust my hips grinding my aching cock between her thighs. She moans into my mouth. I hold her tightly against the tree grinding hard into her center, she starts bucking her hips in time with mine.

The vines and leaves that cover her unwrap themselves and slither to the ground leaving her perky tits finally open for me to devour. I kiss down her neck grinding on her soaking wet pussy as I slowly lick around her hardened nipples. She gasps and arches her back against the tree. Her breathing becomes fast, ragged as she runs her hands through my hair.

I lay her down in the ground and she smiles at me. That smile could melt steel, it just made me harder. She giggles suddenly bashful as I pull off my underwear. My hardness in full view her eyes widen. “Oh,” she says gasping, “it’s bigger than I even expected. You really ARE a hunter aren’t you?” Her eyes move from my cock to my abs to my muscled chest and I laugh this time. “You have no idea.” I crawl over her teasing her nipples with my tongue and gently placing my tip just outside of her opening. She arches her back and gasps but I’m just getting started.