| On Nymphs This story takes place in a different world, a fantasy world with magic and mythological creatures, populated exclusively by women. The world is idyllic, almost Utopian, such that one has usually no need to care about the worries of our lives. You know, the kind of world where Leslita members would like to live. Preface Thank you for taking the time to read my works. This treatise aims to inform on the nymphs' unique abilities and to dispel some of the rumors and beliefs regarding their powers and intentions. I want to make it clear that at no point during my research have I ever done anything to harm any nymph, either physically or mentally. I hold only the greatest respect for these gentle creatures, and I hope many of you will have the same opinion of them once you're done reading this treatise. ***** Introduction
Chapter 1 Young nymphs aren't born, like most species, from a pair of mothers deciding to bear a child. Instead, a nymph will bear with them the physical and mental information of every person with which she made love; when that information passes a certain threshold, the nymph will instinctively make her way to one of the many nymph so-called nests, possibly acquiring more reproducible information along the way. Once there, she will engage in many mating rituals with other nymphs until they all fall pregnant, and she will eventually give birth to a beautiful daughter, who shall be placed among the other nymph infants in a carefully-created bed of leaves, which many confuse for an animal nest. After a short period of rest, having fed her daughter as would an elven or human mother, the nymph will depart, leaving her sleeping daughter with the rest of the newborn and well-fed nymphal children. Nymphs, as is well known, can bear looks fully resembling a number of species, including elves and humans of all kinds, as well as fantastic creatures like dryads, elemental spirits, and even angels. Young nymphs will typically not take after the appearance of their bearing mother, but rather after all the girls and women she has known; thus, if a nymph with elven looks has taken a fancy to humans, her child will borrow generously after humans, and will likely be attracted to humans. The nymph children will sleep for most of their growth phase, which typically lasts for about two weeks. During the growth phase, the nymphs will rapidly go from a newborn toddler to a small child. The milk they drink actually provides little nourishment, for the nymphs, being creatures of magic, need only love to grow strong and healthy. Once they have reached a proper sexual age, the nymphs will awaken, one by one; comfortable in their nest of leaves and love, they will wait for all their nest-mates to wake up, at which point they will take their first, sleepy, tentative steps in the world. It takes only a few minutes for the little nymphs to get their bearing, at which point they start feeling their true nature overwhelm their senses : the young girls need to make love, and unfortunately, a nymph cannot satisfy another for long. Without a word, although they already know many languages at that point, the nymphs will leave, some alone, some in small groups, seeking with unerring precision one who could appease their desire. Inevitably, they will find such people; the nymphs' ability to find lovers no matter how scarce or distant they may be has not been exaggerated. Within an hour, they will have walked, perhaps ran, to compatible minds, with whom they will have their first sexual experiences. In extreme cases, it might take many hours for a nymph to reach one of her soulmates, if no compatible girl is any closer; woe is anyone who finds themselves the prey of a young nymph's love if such a time has elapsed, for she will not be able to control her urges and will typically dispense with foreplay in favor of more immediate sexual satisfaction. Following her first sexual contact, the nymph will leave her newfound lover, having already acquired her first reproductive material towards bearing a child of her own. She will then engage in normal nymphal activities for young girls, slowly gaining confidence in her ability to please another woman. ##### Silmara closed her eyes, enjoying the smell of the air, the freshness of the spring breeze and the feeling of the ground on her small, bare feet. At 36 years of age, the young elven girl had yet to tire of the simple things in life, and according to her mothers, she probably never would; she did wish her moms weren't so strict, however, demanding that she comes home at least once a week. Such worrywarts! It's not like anything would ever happen to her. The little girl skipped around some more, having spotted some more flowers for her flower crown, her first work of elven art. Having strategically placed the new blossom on her headwear, she raise her gaze to look at a movement on the corner of her eyes that had attracted her attention. There, walking hurryingly towards her, was a little elven girl, younger than even herself; she was incredibly beautiful, so much so that Silmara wanted to hug her already; and she wore no clothes at all, displaying her haunting features for all to enjoy. "Hi! I'm Silmara!" said the oldest girl, "Who are you?" The young girl didn't answer, but, slowing her pace, she approached Silmara. "She must be shy," she thought, and gave her a wide smile to encourage her to open up. Still smiling, Silmara didn't say anything when the little girl gave her a hug; she did notice her panting heavily, however. Not knowing what to do, she just returned the hug, enjoying the smell of the new girl's long, black hair. How she wished this gentle contact would never end! To her surprise, Silmara started to feel somewhat odd; the shy girl had slipped a hand under her short skirt and started caressing her bare bottom, a contact the older elf did not shun. The young elf's hands were simply the softest thing Silmara had ever felt, possibly even softer than her own mothers' caresses. Without thinking, she closed her eyes and hugged her new friend closer, which seemed to encourage her to further her caresses; one of her hands left the girl's better-developed bottom to reach her chest, stopping at the little buds her mommies called 'nipples', which made Silmara weak at the knees. Slowly, still under the expert caresses of her new best friend, Silmara sat down on the moist spring ground. The younger girl's game did not end so quickly, however, and when she started pulling off Silmara's shirt, the older girl found nothing to reproach to the maneuver. Having unexpectedly lost half her clothing, and seeing not lake to swim in anywhere nearby, Silmara was at loss as to what kind of game they were playing. One thing was sure, however, the little girl was good at it, and she would let her continue playing it as long as possible. Silmara's new playmate lost no time coming to cuddle with her, and even when she was comfortably snuggled in Silmara's arms, she kept playing with her little nipples, caressing with one hand the one her little mouth wasn't able to kiss. Silmara had played kissing games before, of course, but none was ever so intimate that the kisses slipped under the normal mouth-and-cheek region before their lips had even met; even then, Silmara found herself enjoying the game a lot more than normally. Soon, her back involuntarily arched under the young girl's gentle touches, which her new lover used to remove the remaining half of her clothes, tossing the skirt away as if it was never meant to be there in the first place. Silmara's head was spinning because of her belle's gentle games, her chest rising and descending as her breathing was getting heavier. Gradually, the caresses were getting less intense, more intimate. Silmara was able to feel around some more, and she realized the little girl had moved on top of her, her pink nipples almost touching Silmara's own. Slowly, the younger elf started to rub her whole body against Silmara's, in a strange, unrecognizable back-and-forth motion; it's almost as if she wanted to become one with Silmara, but couldn't. Silmara noticed some new feelings among all the emotions this new game was bringing to her young body; she was starting to feel REALLY good between her legs, and the feeling seemed to be spreading to all her body. It was like when her mommies gave her big hugs, but somehow more intimate. Involuntarily, she raised her legs and wrapped her arms around her new beloved. The repetitive motion continued for quite some time, without either of the girls getting tired of it; in Silmara's mind, this was her new world, the entirety of her existence leading to this moment. If this beautiful, enchanting maiden could keep rubbing her private area against hers forever, then Silmara would have no doubt that she had entered heaven. With both her small arms and little legs wrapped around her lover, Silmara didn't have a care in the world; she didn't care that her voice was loud enough that anyone nearby could hear it, although she did wish she could hear more of the quiet moans of the young girl. She didn't care that the sun was setting already, even though it was early afternoon when she met the girl. And she didn't even care to hope that what they were doing was alright, because all her senses were now overwhelmed by the girl above her, the one who she now loved unconditionally. The final moments of the game were a little blurry in Silmara's head; she remembers the game got even more fun for a bit, there was lots of moaning, then she started to feel very tired. When her girlfriend was recovered, she tried to get up, but Silmara held her arm; it was her turn to show her new friend some love of her own. She pulled her back down with her, helping her lie down next to her, then she wrapped her arms against her tiny figure, letting her legs keep her warm as well, and pulled her meager clothing on top of both of them to keep them warmer. The girls fell asleep together, resting the rest of the just; and when they woke up the next morning and Silmara let her friend leave, she finally got to taste her lips. They tasted like candy. ***** Chapter 2 A nymph's childhood is characterized by one emotion : doubt. Indeed, it can be said a young nymph has entered adolescence when she no longer doubts her ability to make a girl happy, and instead goes on with life with the same positive attitude for which the race is so well known. Still, a nymph is capable of pleasing women, girls, or otherwise at any age. Her technique may be crude, lacking the decades of experience she is to acquire, but any sex with a nymph is overwhelming, no matter how accomplished she is. For that reason, young nymphs are often surprised at the enthusiasm other races display at the idea of making love to them; they are too young to understand their supernatural capacities, or how their beauty is stunning to other races. Still, a young nymph will try her best to please. She will start developing her empathic abilities, first by instinctively sensing the desires of her love's recipient, then by being able to anticipate her desires before her prey even formulates them. At the same time, the young nymph will learn, through extensive experience, of the many ways to bring pleasure to her lovers; when she finally reaches adolescence, her knowledge of pleasure-related biology will be unmatched. During childhood, nymphs will often stay in packs, ranging from a few individuals to a few dozens nymphs. Rarely, they will let outsiders, stricken with love for their kind, join their rank for some time; invariably, however, the individual's infatuation for the whole of nymphkind dies down, and the girl will leave the group to rejoin normal society. Finally, it is worth noting that, already at a young age, nymphs know of true love. As with adult nymphs, little nymph girls will easily fall in love with whomever their fancy meets at the time, and likewise easily attract true love from their target. It should be noted, however, that not once has it been seen that someone would desert her lifelong partner for a nymph; one's love for their kind is intense, yet fleeting, and demonstrates the young nymph's lifestyle perfectly. ##### Silmara bent over to smell the flowers sister Illilathiel had pointed to the class, enjoying the profound flagrance of the rare perfume. Having impregnated herself with the wonderful fragrance, she stepped aside to let her girlfriend of the month take a good breath herself, making sure to return the gentle caresses she was given while she herself was bending toward the flowers. This month-long excursion to the mountain was doing wonders for the girls' enthusiasms. Having enjoyed more of their teacher's knowledge, Silmara and her girlfriend walked away, hand in hand, slowly contemplating the beauty and intricacies of nature. Young Silmara, now 66 years old, and over a decade elder to her girlfriend, knew not to let her out of her sight, lest her desire for cuddles go unanswered. They finally sat under a tree, their backs against the V of its roots, and snuggled together restfully for some time. "You don't need a younger girl, Silly," her schoolmates would sometimes say, "older girls with bigger breasts are the best!" Silmara had learned long ago not to argue with matters of taste; she preferred younger girls, enjoying flat, soft breasts rather than large, giggly ones, and was more than happy to provide her older body to whichever young girl was occupying her mind at the time. With these thoughts in her mind, Silmara barely noticed their attackers; more numerous than themselves, though only by a few, but much better organized, they easily charged the young girls and their teacher, each of them stopping at one of the elves, the remainder few taking care of the teacher. Silmara and her lover found themselves faced with a pair of nymphs, one of them looking like a human girl, while the other, facing Silmara, had definitely elven traits. Her hair was flaming red, with the tips seeming to fade to a lovely pink. She bore a very friendly smile, one of Silmara's greatest weaknesses, and her eyes showed no sign of lust, contrary to her human-looking friend, who was already kissing Silmara's girlfriend vigorously. Silmara took the hand the girl was offering her and got up, the young nymph's head barely reaching to her chin; without a word, the two girls hugged, Silmara's hands on the nymph's bottom encouraging the younger girl to place her head against her lover's chest. Slowly, the nymph let her hands move to the elf's soft back, sending shivers to the girl as she gently removed her clothes; and again, without a word, the two girls lay down on the ground, and joined their lips. Enjoying the cinnamon taste of the blushing girl's lips, Silmara let herself fall to her back, joining her hands with the nymph and letting her take care of the situation; which, at the time, meant sneaking her tongue inside the elf's mouth in the most delectable ways. The two girls didn't count time as they gently cuddled, their eyes closed and their mouths locked. Already, the sounds of Silmara's elven girlfriend's moans could be heard next to them, and many of their classmates seemed to be enthusiastic towards the nymphs' advances. After a long while, the two girls' lips finally separated for good and the nymph, all smile, descended her body a bit lower on the elf's, resting her nymphal head on her girlfriend's flat elven breasts. Again, the two girls lost track of time, simply enjoying their snuggly position. Before long, however, the usual funny feelings made themselves known; Silmara desired the nymph, as does anyone in her position, and the nymph desired Silmara in response. The young elf moved her legs apart to offer her lover a better position, and the nymph was more than eager to accept it; grabbing behind the older girl, her cheek against the elf's neck, the tiny nymph started rubbing her pussy against Silmara's in a soft, tender motion. Soon, both girls were alternating between satisfied purrs and soft, loving moans, their bodies intertwined in a gentle embrace. Their lovemaking continued for quite some time before they reached climax with the simultaneity only a nymph can offer her partner. They cuddled for a while longer, Silmara's new friend waiting for other girls to be done before she left; they whispered sweet nothing in each others' ears, exchanging kisses and loving glances, while in the distance, and even right next to them, more girls were moaning loudly, enjoying the skills of those pretty little nymphs. Even miss Illilathiel, covered in little girly nymphs, was enjoying herself. Eventually, however, the other girls were done with their friends; one by one, they went from lusty lovemaking to lovey cuddling, and when the last elven girl had had enough snuggling, the elves and nymphs regrouped for long kissing session, followed by by waving the girls goodbye. Silmara put on some clothes, not quite sure whose they were. She cuddled very close to her girlfriend that night. ***** Chapter 3 From their early onsets of puberty to their adult stage, nymphs are overwhelmed with lust. Their bodies are changing, such that most people would find them more and more attractive; this is something nymphs have to deal with constantly. Used to being cute and cuddled, they suddenly find that women are incapable of resisting their desire for them; in turn, the nymphs will lust after those who lust after them. It takes all of a nymph's concentration to resist such an attraction, so much so that they simply accept the lust most of the time. With decades of experience in pleasuring others, growing nymphs feel confident enough to take on anyone; likewise, they then have a much better grasp of their supernatural capacities, using them in combination with their great physical techniques to bring as much happiness to their lovers as they are capable. Some nymphs even find that letting themselves fall prey to their instincts is an excellent way to pleasure a woman, for they can then act purely on instincts, and be right most of the times. It is also of note that nymphs will often adopt some of the mental attributes of the race or races which define their genetic makeup. Adolescent nymphs with elven dispositions will find themselves traveling ever further, enjoying the same curiosity for all things natural as elves do. They will often stop to look at scenery for days at a time, or cuddle with their beloved for similar periods, without exchanging a word. Nymphs mimicking teen-aged humans will usually be quite unpredictable. One moment, they will seek love, and the next, hugs. They will act quite maturely at some times, and girlish at others. Nearly always, however, they will be charged with a nearly bottomless well of energy, bouncing around and seeking the next thrill. Nymphs who take after other races of sprites will likewise adopt some of their common traits. Wind nymphs will be quiet and contemplative; water nymphs will enjoy being and staying wet with underwater sex; nymphs who take after dryads will stay in woods all their lives, usually never even leaving their native forest, if it is large enough to accommodate their lustful needs. Finally, during the course of their adolescence, nymphs will become gradually less and less interested in sex in quick succession. They will become more selective about their partners, and will seek girls who can satisfy them more fully and for longer periods. When a nymph becomes sufficiently aware of her long-term needs, she is said to have achieved adulthood. ##### Silmara, unlike most elves, had found her chosen profession on her first attempt; still, it would have been foolish not to try others first, and so she was already 117 when she finally resumed her ranger training. She had been meditating in a clearing for the better part of a week now, thinking about the essence of flowers and what it means to pick one up to smell it. She heard the newcomer enter her sanctuary, of course; she wouldn't have needed keen elven senses, since the intruder did not try to hide her presence. Opening her eyes, Silmara saw a beautiful young nymph, likely of similar age to herself, yet quite shorter. Smiling, she invited the stranger to come closer, welcoming her with quiet promises of fulfilled needs. The nymph calmly walked to Silmara, returning her smile, before finally sitting next to her, resting her head on the elf's bare shoulders; Silmara closed her eyes and returned the gesture, losing herself in the nymph's soft hair. The two adolescent girls stayed in that comfortable position for a few hours before hunger forced Silmara to seek the food in her pack. Without a word, the nymph gently pushed her new friend's head down to her lap and started placing food in her mouth; closing her eyes, Silmara let herself be treated to the nymph's gentle methods. At first, she was given food and water; then, the nymph dropped a kiss on her lips, instead of food; then another, and always more, until there was no more food to be consumed, and the two girls were enjoying a long, loving kiss, the elven girl unable to resist anything her new beloved would give her. Eventually, the nymph started to let her hands wander away from Silmara's soft skin and long, flowing hair; the slender fingers started working on removing the girl's light clothing, encouraging her with a few well-placed caresses; the adolescent elf girl let herself be picked up, to finally rest herself down, her back against the nymph. Slowly, the nymph's fingers worked their way to the elven girl's soft breasts, snaking their way around until they finally reached her sensitive nipples; pressing them slightly, she got a long, satisfied sigh from the girl. Slowly, gently, the nymph worked her way down to the elf's pussy. At first, she let her fingers caress her slightly, teasing her sensitive areas, navigating around the slit so as to keep her arousal ever increasing. Her movements gradually bolder, she finally caressed Silmara's pussy, ever so slightly stroking it, a gasp from the girl informing her of the success of her plan. Confident in the finesse of her fingers, the nymph let a single one ride along the elf's opening, take pleasure in the girl's heavy breathes. Knowing the elven girl to be sufficiently aroused, the nymph slowly let her down, guiding her docile body to the soft ground with one hand while continuing her soft motions on the elf's pussy; her girlfriend relaxed, the nymph finally took position in front of her, halting her petting only when her own sexual organ was touching the girl's. Holding the elf's legs and starting with slow motions, the nymph started her tribadism; already, their juices were mixing, easing the motions. Incapable of producing more than incoherent moans of pleasure, Silmara let the nymph take her all the way to a mutual orgasm, showing her approbation when the nymph decided to start again quickly afterward. The adolescent elf was capable of going for hours if need be, but this particular partner, with her incredible skills, exhausted her quickly. After her second orgasm, which had her arched as far as her flexible body could take her, she finally collapsed, exhausted; she was barely capable of wrapping her arms around the nymph who came to cuddle with her, and they stayed in that relaxing position for the rest of the night, neither of them looking forward to the inevitable parting. ***** Chapter 4 A nymph's mentality is usually fully matured when her body is; that is, when the nymph's body has grown such that, short of pregnancy, she will keep her exact figure for the rest of her existence (Nymphs never get hurt, and their nails or hair do not grow). Meeting an adult nymph is always a good sign, since women nymphs are a lot more selective of their partners; an adult nymph being attracted to a woman means that they are especially compatible, and about to enjoy a great time together, whether that be an afternoon of sex, days of love or possibly the reciting of poetry, an art at which a few nymphs have found themselves extremely proficient. Although they may have sexual encounters at a greatly reduced rate, nymphs never stop seeking more genetic material. Even after bearing many children, they will seek to love another girl or woman until the day they are Reborn, an act that is particularly uncommon among nymphs. Given these propensities to reproduction, one would think that nymphs would be very common; yet one has to remember that it takes several decades, in the best of cases, for a nymph to gather enough reproductive material to bear even one child. Also, it is historically noted that nymphs have generally been very rare, only attaining their relative commonness in the last centuries. One could predict that they might one day become the most common race, due to their low Rebirth inclinations. Also significant is one event, albeit very rare, that one should always celebrate. On occasions, one will be so smitten with a nymph that she will fall truly and irrevocably in love with her; accordingly, of course, the nymph will likewise fall in love with her admirer, and stay with her for the duration of their existence, that is, until the day the nymph's girlfriend must be Reborn, or they opt to Join into one being. Such an union is almost certain to produce many children from the nymph, even if she is to take most of her reproductive material from her promised; she will, of course, still be allowed to bed other women, since no one may truly love a nymph unless she loves all her traits. Finally, it is possible, under such rare occasions as a nymph's true love, that the nymph's lover will actually fall pregnant. The half-nymph girls are capable of mixing in society normally, such that no one would suspect they aren't pure-blooded elves, humans or sprites. The half-blooded children of nymphs will only reveal their true nature to those they trust fully, and in all cases will be led to live remarkable existences, their mixed heritage giving them truly unique viewpoints from which the world is to be discovered. If one is to acquire the friendship of such a being, one should treasure it greatly; for there isn't better friend than one who knows all of one's inner secrets, and only respects one more deeply for it. ##### Silmara was in town for provisioning. This human settlement was very different from the forests in which she grew, but she had long grown accustomed to the way humans stack materials to build houses, rather than growing them harmoniously together. Exchanging smiles with mothers and daughters along the way, she slowly walked toward the center of the town, where the market would allow her to trade her gathered goods for needed supplied; she already made note of a woman with whom she would like to share her bed for the night when she felt a pang in her heart, as if she had gone without love for so long. Hoping despite reason that her lifelong quest might finally be over, she ran towards the center of the town, where her instincts told her she would find what she sought. She had barely stepped in the large opening that she saw her, playing with a human child; she could do nothing but stand frozen there, her eyes fixed on the nymph even as she raised her gaze to meet Silmara's. She, too, frozen on place, as if struck by lightning, incapable of moving a muscle; yet she was used to such strong emotions, and she finally ran toward Silmara, greeting her with a kiss. Savoring the nymph's candy-tasting lips and losing her hands in her long, black hair, Silmara finally came to her senses and accepted the truth; her lifelong quest was over, for she had finally found her lover, her true love, the first girl with whom she ever made love, the encounter having left such a mark in her heart that she spent her whole life trying to find her. Finally breaking the kiss, Silmara could say only one thing. "I love you." ***** Conclusion I thank you for taking the time to read this humble treatise of the nymph's life and loves. I hope you will now be able to look at these noble sprites and see not a being consumed with insatiable lust, but one who is willing to devote her whole life to the happiness of others; for there is no greater love that one which is given freely and without condition. Silmara Lightvine, ranger of the woods of haunting beauties. |