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  Playing with a Wood Nymph

  ISBN 978-1-60592-100-6

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  Playing with a Wood Nymph Copyright 2010 Abby Wood

  Cover Art by Fiona Jayde

  This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any existing means without written permission from the publisher. Contact Noble Romance Publishing, LLC at PO Box 467423, Atlanta, GA 31146.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.

  Book Blurb

  Using her magic, Melanie of the Dryad family weaved a spell around the man who wandered into her forest. Wanting to play her wood nymph games, she was devastated when the man turned her down.

  Unable to understand why he dreamed of a naked woman in the woods during a photo shoot, Jared found an even bigger surprise after developing the pictures he’d taken at the waterfall. Who was the nude beauty sunbathing behind the rocks? Why did he feel like he knew her?

  Chapter One

  The Great Oak reached high into the sky, providing Melanie with protection from the afternoon sun. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned.

  "You have blessed me with unlimited pleasure and the ability to share that with others." She gazed up at the tallest tree. "I will never disappoint you." Melanie rubbed her breasts. "I will use my powers and bring pleasure to everyone I meet." Coming down to the waterfall and giving herself an orgasm in front of her favorite tree was a habit she'd developed many years ago. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she smiled. She loved being a wood nymph, loved living for pleasure—both given and received. She'd never neglect the trees that gave her all the special powers that enabled her to seduce at will. To do so would be foolish. As a nymph, she had a duty—to seduce and be seduced. Turning her back on her obligations could have her banned from the forest.

  The branches gently blew in the breeze, as if thanking her. Melanie laughed and scrambled to her feet. Her body hummed with renewed energy. Before long, she could satisfy her desires again and make the Oaks even happier.

  "I will make you proud of me. Today, I plan on—"

  A bright flash of light startled Melanie. She gasped and turned to search the other side of the towering waterfall. A human stood out amongst the natural surroundings of the forest.

  The male with a body like a Greek god held a camera to his face and snapped another picture of the natural wonder few people had ever viewed. Her lips curled in interest. What a perfect treat for an afternoon of entertainment. Casting herself invisible, she floated over the tranquil pool of water beneath the falls and sat on a boulder a few feet from the man who dared enter her private oasis. Taller than her by at least a foot, his stunning body matched no others she'd previously seen. I am going to love playing with this one.

  Her mouth softened, and she licked her bottom lip in pure delight at finding such a manly treat here. It'd been ages since a male wandered this far back into the woods and tempted her to use her magic. Yes, the Oaks have granted me a wonderful gift today.

  All she needed to do was swirl around him in a frenzy of bliss after she used his body, and he'd lose all memory of having been with her. She, on the other hand, would remember and experience the satisfaction of coupling with this superior person with the broad shoulders and solid thighs who would bring her complete gratification. She spread her legs atop the rock and rubbed her pussy along the smooth, cool surface. Already slick from pleasuring herself earlier, her clitoris swelled at the idea of fucking this human for the rest of the day. Confident he hadn't spotted her on the other side of the pool a moment ago, she permitted him to go about his business for a few minutes longer so she could indulge in her lust for him. Once her body yelled enough, she'd entice him to play with her and finish her off.

  His hair was the color of the bark on a cedar tree, mostly brown, but when he stepped out into the sun, reddish highlights shone in the light. Strong cheekbones set off the prominent chin and gave a royal lift to his rugged good looks. Oh, Oak, he makes my pussy wet.

  Her gaze dropped from his magnificent face to the front of his pants. She caught her lower lip between her teeth; her nipples hardened. Even without a woody, his pants showed the outline of a nice-sized package. One she'd love nothing more than to open and play with for hours.

  The temptation to use him for her own pleasure proved too much for her to resist. She moved behind him, slipped the thick strap from his camera over his head, and gently took the toy out of his hands. After stepping back, she placed the camera on one of the many rocks at the edge of the water, out of harm's way. The man panicked and turned to search for his equipment. His brows cast down in a frown. Although she remained invisible to him, she allowed her tinkling laughter to reach his ears. Her trick transformed his expression from shocked to curious and sent more amused laughter bubbling to her lips. I have your attention now, don't I?

  He tilted his head to the side, obviously straining to pinpoint the location of the sound. Wanting to start the fun and games only a wood nymph could play, she evolved fully for his viewing pleasure. This part always sent scrumptious quivers throughout her body and into every erogenous zone.

  "Shit." He rubbed his forehead. "Who the hell . . . ?" She stood before him completely nude except for her hair that reached the back of her knees and the garland of daisies sitting atop her golden locks. Cupping her breasts, she lifted them higher to tease him. Blessed by bigger breasts than most nymphs, she lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the beaded nipple. The proof of her enticement showed up in the front of his pants where a ridge developed to the side of his zipper. Oh, yes!

  She laughed and dropped her hands to her hips. "My name is Melanie; what should I call you?"

  He cleared his throat. His gaze never left the apex of her thighs. "J-Jared." She stepped in front of him, close enough to reach out and touch him, but she kept her hands to herself and circled him instead. His head moved back and forth as he attempted to keep track of her. No doubt, he feared she'd disappear. That's it, my human, let my magic bring us both pleasure out of this world.

  "Do you like my body, Jared?" She stopped walking in a circle and lifted her chin to gaze into his sinfully sexy brown eyes. "Would you like to play with me? Touch me?

  Pleasure me?"

  "What are you?" He rubbed his lips together. "Where did you come from?"

  "I am a wood nymph, and I come from the forest." She laughed and trailed her hand across his chest, enjoying the way his nipples stood out in hard little beads. "I have ways of doing things that will feel very good to a man like you. So big, strong and deliciously handsome; I think what we do together will please us both."

  "Jesus Christ." He ran both hands through his hair. "I have to get a picture of this. They're never going to believe me back at the office." He scanned the area. "What did you do with my camera?"

  She stuck her lower lip out in a pout. "You cannot take a picture of me." She trailed her hand down her stomach, over her mound and dipped a finger within the lips of her pussy. She lifted her hand and waved her fingers in front of his face in a bewitching manner. He must forget the notion of getting proof of her existence.

  "Besides, I want to play with you. When it's time for me to leave, you will not even remember me. I come, I go, I take and I leave. Don't you want to have fun, Jared?

  Or, are you always so serious?" She raised her brows and paused.

  "No." He inhaled and dragged his gaze away from her to search the area. "No, I mean, yes, I'm all for having fun."

  She clapped her hands and laughed. "Good!" She danced fro
m rock to rock and used her toe to splash water at him. "What are you waiting for? You have to take off your clothes if you are going to engage in my games."

  Leaping farther away, she gave him time to strip, certain he'd comply with her wishes. He wasn't the first man she had beguiled with her beauty. The Oak trees blessed her with the ability to flit up and over the tallest things. She kept her lithe, limber body in excellent shape. Any man she offered herself to would be stupid to refuse her charms.

  "Are you ready, Jared?" she asked once he'd removed his clothes. She stopped jumping and placed her hands on her hips. "I've already caught you; now it is your turn." She laughed. "Come on, hurry over here and catch me." She held her arms out to the side and spun in a circle on the rock to show him she didn't plan to run away. He moved slowly, his tender bare feet no doubt unable to tolerate the pokes and prods of the forest ground. Her fingers curled into her palm and itched to trail over the muscles bulging in his thighs. Oh . . . I can't wait to have those thick legs between mine.

  "Hmm . . . you have a nice body, Jared." She rubbed her hands down the front of her thighs and let her breasts dangle free. She giggled at his reaction. His cock stiffened and jutted from his body with a life of its own.

  She stepped down from the rock and walked a few more feet to stand beside the pool of water below the falls. The plush, springy carpet of moss grew thickest here by the water, and she delighted in lying upon the cushioned ground. Finding this man here in her favorite area excited her. This is the picture perfect place to play my games!

  Jared climbed between the last few rocks blocking his path and stepped down onto the moss. The corner of his mouth lifted, and he strolled over the smooth surface without limping or stumbling. She purred in anticipation. Yes, this man brought a new form of raw sex appeal to her otherwise sheltered life.

  His short, dark hair fascinated her. She wanted to run her fingers through the thickness and wander her hands along the hair on his chest. She'd never witnessed a man with so much hair on the front of him; the thick mat almost hid his nipples. The hair narrowed down his belly the farther she scanned, to a patch that ended at the base of his cock.

  His balls rode high in their sac, big, round and ready to supply her with the delicious nectar she hoped to sample sometime today. He stood in front of her, his hands clenched at his sides, and waited for her to give him permission to touch. Not yet, I want to enjoy a few games before we start.

  "Watch me carefully. Don't glance away. For if you do, you might not know where I go." She tapped her finger on his nose, and he blinked. She vanished from sight. Her giggle, the only hint she still stood in front of him, floated in the air. Oh, this is much more fun than finding ways to entertain myself.

  Although he wasn't able to view her, she retained the ability to touch. She reached out and skimmed both his nipples with her fingertips. His hands shot up to cover his chest at the foreign sensation. She laughed at the way his eyes widened as his deeply drawn breath expanded his chest.

  Next, she trailed her finger along the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip. He lowered one hand to grasp his penis in his fist and groaned. She slipped her finger into her slit and rubbed her clit. A small moan escaped her lips. Jared gave two swift strokes, bringing a bead of his precious juice to the head of his cock. She moved around him, continuing to finger herself while she contemplated her next move. What to do, what to do . . . ?

  Arching her back, she thrust her breasts forward, wiggling them back and forth across his bare skin. The friction against her body produced more moans of delight from her, and she slipped her finger farther down and into her hole where her pussy juice coated the entrance. She removed her finger to wave in the air around Jared's head.

  He sniffed, obviously catching her scent. "Oh, Jesus." His butt muscle clenched, and his hips shot forward. Melina giggled at the way he threw back his head in frustration.

  "Please, can you make yourself visible, so I can see you?" he said. She smiled, snapped her fingers and reappeared in front of him. Slowly, she sank to the ground, spread her legs straight out and wide open on the moss, arranging her long hair behind her. Crooking her finger, she motioned him to join her on the ground. The pace at which he wanted to switch games matched her mood. Now it was his turn. "You may touch me anywhere you want." She laid her hands over her breasts.

  "Here." She lifted her knees and bent her legs to let him view her passion-slicked pussy.

  "Here." She giggled. "Or, you can turn me over and play with me there."

  "Oh, sweet mother of god." He lifted his hand to touch her breast, but pulled back. "You aren't going to disappear, are you?" He hurried and placed his palm on her body. "I can't fucking believe this. Never . . . shit. I can't believe this is happening." His fingers were stiff and his hand trembled, but he explored her curves with tenderness. He lifted each breast to test its weight. His cock stood thick and proud, tapping his flat, lower stomach every time he touched her. Delightful pangs of desire shot through her body at his responses.

  She placed her hands on her knees to keep the game fair. Having already taken her turn, she didn't want to interrupt his fun and spoil the first touches for him. She loved to have someone else's hand caress her intimately for a change. He drew a circle around her areola with his finger. A shudder ran from her tummy up into the sensitive nerve-endings on her breasts. A look of wonder came over Jared's face, and he rubbed his thumb and finger back and forth over her hard nipple, begging silently to suck her. She wanted to feed him the joy of life from her body and bring a smile of contentment to his face.

  His hands tracked down, over her rib cage, along the sides of her tummy, and he spanned his fingers while going over her hips. She leaned back on her elbows. Her knees fell to the sides to allow him easy access. She couldn't wait to come from his touch. The release of so much pleasure would surely make the Oaks even happier. After all, a nymph could always seduce a human.

  The back of his knuckle ran the length of her pussy. He inhaled a deep breath and let the air escape slowly. He drew his hand back and dropped his chin to his chest. She sat up and frowned. Why did he stop? He had to continue playing. Those were the rules.

  If she didn't succeed in seducing him, she'd disappoint the Oaks. How would she be able to give back all the goodness the trees had given to the nymphs? She'd be ashamed to face her people if she failed. Oh Great Oak, what did I do wrong?

  "I'm sorry, Melanie." Jared stood and worked his way back through the rocks to where he had piled his clothes beside his camera. He didn't glance back over his shoulder or hesitate with his departure.

  " No! " She leaped over to his side in two steps, grabbed his hand and held it to her breast. Didn't the passion drive him wild with lust? Did he not want to spill his seed deep inside of her?

  "You can't go yet. We're not finished." She smiled, but the expression faltered and she bit down on her lip to keep her chin from quivering. "Please, you must have sex with me. I'll never live this down. I refuse to be the one who brings embarrassment to my people." She wrinkled her nose. "Please, Jared . . . ." He ran his hand down her cheek. She turned and caught his index finger in her mouth in an attempt to sway his decision to stop, but he pulled away. Why did he not fall for her charms? Something has gone terribly wrong.

  "Listen, I know this sounds crazy, and usually I'd screw you in a heartbeat, but this just doesn't feel right. Not with you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but . . . ." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "For some odd reason, I feel guiltier than hell for even touching you. Add that to the fact this is the most asinine daydream I've ever had, and I think it's best if I just hike out of here and get back to work."

  Melanie sat heavily on a nearby rock. Her world crumbled around her, out of control. She didn't understand anything that had happened to her in the last couple of minutes. Seducing this man should have been child's play. Humans were, after all, the easiest prey of all. And yet she had failed.

  Her peop
le would be disappointed with her. Disgusted and heartbroken by her lack of judgment, she covered her face and wept. She might as well go ahead and leave the forest.

  Chapter Two

  "Whoa . . . hey now, stop the tears." Jared sat on the rock beside her and patted her leg. "Why are you crying?"

  He waited, but she couldn't speak past the lump in her throat.

  "Is it because I won't have sex with you?"

  She nodded and sobbed harder. She'd never heard of this kind of failure happening to another nymph. Oh, Oak, I'm the first one in Dryad history to flunk out at seduction!

  "Melanie, I don't know what's going on here. I came up to do my job. I'm a wildlife photographer for a national magazine. All of a sudden, you show up in front of me out of the fucking blue. Disappear, re-appear, touch me . . . trust me, darling, that sort of thing isn't normal in my life. This whole experience has been more than a little crazy." He shook his head. "A woman who walks around with a body most women would die for, with hair that covers your ass and then some, not to mention a pussy that screams for attention . . . well, this has got to be a figment of my fucked-up imagination, and no doubt I'm talking to a mirage."

  He cleared his throat. "Maybe I rubbed up against some kind of poisonous plant that's causing me to hallucinate. One of those mushrooms or . . . ." Melanie wiped away her tears and sniffed. "You're not hallucinating, Jared, and you're not dreaming. This is all real. As I told you before, I'm a wood nymph. A creature of the forest, born for pleasure. We keep to ourselves, although many of us have encountered humans in the past." She wiped her cheeks again.

  "A wood nymph. Yeah, okay. If humans have encountered your kind before, why haven't I ever heard of it? I mean, this is definitely the kind of thing that would make headlines."

  "We can clear a human's mind of any memory of us after we tire of playing with them."

  "Listen, lady, I don't know what to believe, but I do know you're not doing anything to my mind." He stood and backed away a step. "This is nuts. Leave it to me to dream up some sexy psychopath." He gazed at her and shook his head. She returned his stare but did not speak. What was the point? He didn't believe her, and either way, she'd have to erase his memory of their encounter. She'd failed in seducing him, which would bring shame to her people and herself. Once a wood nymph came of age, their whole life revolved around sexual pleasure. She had failed to fulfill her life's mission.