A lonely ranger walks the hidden forest paths in the gloom of autumn. His tattered green cloak hangs limp in the stuffy lukewarm air of the wildwood. Though well aware of dangers that await the travellers who are abroad on the Night of Wild Revels, when the mortal world and the Otherworld coalesce, the ranger can ill afford to tarry. He must traverse the weald tonight and reach the town by morning. And so he recklessly strides onwards, slipping past the immense pines and prickly underbrush.

Soon he becomes aware of eyes that follow him on this solitary voyage – curious, hungry, fey. A disconcerting shadowy scrutiny on the very edge of his perception; a lithe, nimble, unmistakably female shape ghosting his progress through the woods. Appraising, teasing, predatory. A mischievous night elf seeking transient amusement for the Revels? An otherworldly nymph attracted to the flame of mortal passion? A nubile satyrspawn in heat, in search of strong and rugged mate? The ranger readies his bow but does not nock an arrow yet. There's something in the air tonight that makes him yearn to chase – or to be chased.

A twilit encounter between a mortal and a fae in the eerie autumn wildwood. Feral, primeval mating under the impassive starscape, the hunter and the prey constantly trading places in the ancient dance of passions, amplified tenfold by the Night of Wild Revels. Bruises and scratches and broken skin; seed, spittle, sweat, and drops of blood on chapped lips to seal the frenetic union of the two adjoining worlds. Until their throats are sore from bacchic groans and every ounce of strength is spent without regret.

Seeking a capable, advanced literate partner who's into the otherworldly/witchy feral vibes I am going for with this prompt. DMs only, please.