Wandering the Old Wood: Part Three - Sex Stories

Wandering the Old Wood: Part Three

... air. "Cyane! What's wrong?" A voice cried, panic clear in it, but still holding a soft gentleness to it, the voice coming from all around, as if the very wind had spoken. Which wasn't far from the truth, as a slim girl, her hair silver and flowing down to her rear, her skin pale as alabaster and with gentle pale grey eyes, descended into the clearing on wings of purest white, a few stray feathers following after her as she alighted on the grass, her bearing so light and graceful it was as if her feet spurned the very earth beneath it as crude and base and unworthy of touch. Those grey eyes widened as they took in the scene before her, and the ethereal, wind-swept being's perfect mouth formed into a large O and her pale skin reddened and flushed in embarrassment, "Oh," she said quietly... And then she screamed. *** Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait for this next part of the story, writers block and real-life distractions all played a part in delaying this. Since I finished this on Christmas Eve, consider it my naughty little present to all my readers. Merry Christmas all!