The Nymph, the Sorceress, and the Unicorn - Sex Stories

The Nymph, the Sorceress, and the Unicorn

... damned. She knew that nymphs were more potent than even a powerful sorceress like her, but showing weakness around them was the last thing a human should do. So she glared at the nymph while awaiting a response.

“Where did I come from? I come from here, this glade is mine, I have lived here for many human centuries. How long have I been sitting right here? Today I have been sitting on the rock for just a moment, but the past few weeks I've been watching you.”

“So you have been spying on me?”

“If you wish, but you did move into my glade without my permission,” the nymph said.

“There was already an abandoned witch's cottage here,” Jael countered.

“True,” the nymph replied. “But that witch has been gone for almost a century. And she had my permission.”

“Oh...”

The nymph smiled again, somewhat more kindly. “Do you wish my permission to live here?” she asked.

“I...do...” said the sorceress, still nervous and unsure whether the nymph was toying with her.

“Will you take care of the forest and the glade and be kind to all who live here, including me?”

“I will, so long as they are kind to me as well,” the sorceress said.

“And that is all we can hope for,” she nymph replied, her kind smile growing. “Then you have my permission so long as you continue to abide by those rules. So...do you want to be friends? I was friends with the last witch who lived here. My name is Driana.”

“I'm not a witch, I'm a sorceress,” the sorceress said, straightening her ...

... shoulders haughtily. “My name is Jael. I think I want to be friends, but do friends spy on friends like you have done with me?”

“Do friends move into their friend's vacant home without permission?” Driana asked.

Jael bowed her head. “Fair point, lady nymph. Okay, Driana, let's be friends, but I have a request.”

“What's that?”

“You have to tell me what you learned about me from watching me the past three weeks, then I get to ask you about those same things, so we both know the same about each other.”

Driana smiled and clapped her hands.

“What a grand idea,” the nymph said, patting the warm sunny boulder next to her. “Come, sit, I'll tell you everything and answer your questions.”

Jael climbed atop the warm boulder and sat naked next to the nymph, her robe forgotten. Her pale legs showed against the nymph's light blue legs. Their hips and shoulders touched. The nymph’s skin was soft, cool, and seemed naturally moist. Jael wondered if other parts of her were also naturally moist, then chastised herself for that thought. It was strange, there was a sensuality about Driana that Jael felt disarming, erotic. She had heard that nymphs were incredible lovers, though not always trustworthy. But this nymph seemed sincere.

“So tell me what you've learned,” said Jael.

“Okay, let's see,” Driana said, playing with the beaded water on her thigh. “Every morning you come for a swim. Then you go inside and get dressed. If it's a nice day you come out and search for ...