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Coedwig Challenged

... are. They trust you or you would see only sparrows.” “Why am I here?” I was curious now. “I have been here many times but you have never called me before.” “Anna has been here.” She answered “But you have not, Wald.” Now I understood, Coedwig was within me now. Where I go, she goes. I carry her. “Look around you, what do you see?” I understood what she meant now. “Why are you here?” I asked her. “Winter cannot come until you leave. The forest needs to sleep, to rejuvenate itself under its white blanket until Spring brings warmth and new life.” “I have tried to sleep,” She replied, sadly. “To allow Winter to begin her work but I cannot, I am restless. Winter is knocking but she cannot spread her blanket until I am gone.” “And that is why you brought me here, to help you.” I took her hand. She gripped my hand tightly. “You are the protector of the trees.” she said, “You have the power.” She stepped forwards and placed her thin pale lips against mine. They were cold but soft and I parted my lips to accept her inquisitive tongue. She tasted sweet as she gently probed my mouth, drawing the heat from within me. Moving her hands up my arms, she pushed the warm coat from my shoulders which I let fall to the floor behind me then began to unbutton the heavy cotton blouse I wore underneath. I should have been cold, high up in the mountains but I wasn't, I was warm and oblivious to all but this magnificent creature before me who was slowly removing my protection in more ways than one. ...

... I took the end of the Ivy frond that was around her neck, carefully releasing the cloak that covered her delicate frame. Once released it fell to the floor, rustling loudly as it slipped away from her narrow shoulders. She was slim and willowy, her pale flesh smooth and blemish free. Her small firm breasts were tipped with perfectly erect nipples. I allowed my gaze to follow the line of her slender body, barely curving in at the waist then flaring gently out at her hips and down her perfect legs. She wore no shoes and her tiny feet seemed to almost disappear into the ground, almost as though she was growing there. I stood still for a moment whilst her fingers were busy with my jeans, unfastening the brass button and slowly drawing down the metal zip then slowly pushing down the thick denim until I could lift my feet out and clear. She hooked her thumbs into the soft white cotton of my panties and they too joined the rest of my attire on the cold solid ground. I sensed rather than saw her eyes staring between my legs and I felt her fingers softly stroking along my smooth, hairless folds. “You have no foliage.” she said eventually, “Like the trees in wintertime.” Immediately I blushed and looked down at her own densely covered mound and saw the mass of russet curls covering her. Exactly the same colour as the beautiful long hair on her head. “N... no.” I stammered, “I... “ She didn't allow me to finish but once again placed her finger upon my lips. This time I could taste my ...