Into The Woods

I saw my first nymph that summer that we moved into the woods. Not exactly into the woods, but to the edge of the Siskiyou National Forest. Joe got a job as a security officer in the town nearby and I took a hiatus from work. I was supposed to be taking it easy for awhile, but I'm a very active person and taking it easy is not something natural for me to do. The best way for me to relieve stress is to keep busy, so staying home doesn't work well for me. To keep from going stir crazy I started a small garden, did volunteer work, and wrote up Joe's reports. His assignment was only temporary so I didn't want to begin anything long term or permanent, and I knew I needed a respite after my little episode. Hey, you watch your husband die in your arms and see if you don't start to have 'episodes' yourself.

After Joe was shot, I handled things pretty well for quite awhile. I was by his side at the hospital; I looked after him through rehab, and cared for him during his recuperation. I was a rock, he said. But once he started feeling better and went back to work, the nightmares began. I wake up in a sweat, screaming and crying, and though I can't remember exactly what I'm dreaming, I have a feeling of dread and doom. The final straw was the night I woke up and ran into our back yard, howling at the moon. After that, we decided I needed professional help. I saw a shrink, a hypnotist, and my mother's priest, but none of them offered a cure. I even contacted an herb company that was recommended to me by a friend and ordered dried betony, which I put under my pillow. The nightmares, while not totally gone, diminished a bit, though my sleep is still restless and disturbed.

So, this is my life. As low stress as I can make it. I feel the fingers of boredom tickling my spirit, but I gently push them away. I know I need a little more time to recover; a little time to find that something that will drive away the demons that have been haunting me. What is tormenting my mind? Watching Joe get shot, holding him in my arms, feeling his life drain away; doing CRP, breathing my own breath into his lungs, watching as they tended to him in the ER, certainly that was traumatic. But he was alive! He felt good; he was back to all of his previous activities with no permanent damage to his body. The man who shot him had been found and killed by the police that very night, so we had closure on that. But something was gnawing at my psyche and distressing my mind. I had to find out what it was, and banish it forever.

One evening, at dusk, I was relaxing on our patio in my nightgown, smoking my last cigarette of the day; a bad habit, but one I refuse to give up. My sleep patterns are very erratic; I often stay up late, sleep in late, and take naps, whatever I need to do to get some rest. That night, as I began to wind down, I heard an odd noise coming from the forest. It sounded like an animal that was scared or hurt. I jumped up and run into the forest, then stopped suddenly when I saw a young woman bent over a small animal. It appeared that she was helping a raccoon who was trapped. She spoke softly to it, pulling away debris and branches by its leg, and in moments it was free. To my amazement, it turned to her, licked her hand, and scampered away. The woman stood up and looked in my direction. I stared in disbelief. She was fairly young, in her twenties, wearing a colorful short dress, and had a garland of leaves in her hair and wrapped around her body. When she saw me, she smiled and headed towards me while I stood motionless.

“I know you,” she said when she reached me, her voice sweet and melodious. “You're Reilly, the lady who feeds the birds and animals, and who has the lovely garden.” To my further surprise, she took my hands in hers. Her hands were warm and strong, and as I got a good look at her, I saw that she was quite beautiful and maybe a little older than I originally thought. Short dark hair, large, upturned green eyes, full red lips.

“Who are you? What are you doing in these woods?” I finally found my voice and asked.

“I live here, this is my home,” she said, still smiling. Then she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on my hands for just a few seconds.

“I know why you're having bad dreams,” she declared, opening her eyes.

I quickly pulled my hands away. “How do you know I'm having bad dreams? Who the hell are you?” I demanded.

Instead of answering me, she nimbly bent down and picked up an object, an axe. “Bring me something sweet tomorrow, I'll tell you then,” and she gracefully spun around and ran into the forest.

I walked back to my house in a daze. Once safely in bed I tried to wrap my mind around what I had just seen. Oh please, I thought, don't let me start having hallucinations; the night terrors were bad enough, I didn't need any further weirdness in my life.

All the next day, I wondered if I had imagined the whole incident. As the evening approached, however, I decided I would return to the forest that night to meet the strange woman, if only to appease my curiosity. And if this creature could indeed tell me why I was having nightmares, I would give her anything she wanted. I wondered what she meant by something sweet.

I settled in on the patio earlier than usual that evening with a glass of wine. When I felt composed enough, I took my bag of goodies and headed to the woods. I wondered how I was going to locate the little nymph when she suddenly appeared in my path.

“Hello, sweet Reilly. I knew you would come. Follow me. What did you bring?” She took my hand and led me a little ways further, to a clearing among the trees. She pulled me down onto a patch of soft moss, and held out her hand. I had to laugh; she was very sure that I had brought her a treat. I opened the bag and took out a candy bar, a sachet of dried lavender, and a small bottle filled with orange essential oil.

“I didn't know what you would like,” I told her, giving her the gifts. Her look of delight told me that I had made the right choices. She put the offerings in a pocket, and then placed her palm on my forehead.

“Lie down and rest,” she said. Normally, I would not have relaxed and let my guard down with a dryad that I hardly knew. Yes, I decided that I was in the presence of a nymph of the forest, also known as a dryad. I had done research earlier that day and concluded that that's what she must be. I felt no hostility from her, only warm, comforting feelings, and oddly enough, I felt safe. I had always had extrasensory abilities, and it seemed that they had intensified since the shooting. Something mysterious was working in my mind and body and I believed that this dryad knew what it was.

“Tell me your name first,” I asked her.

“You can call me Diara,” she said and gently pressed me down to the ground. She knelt over me and ran her hands over my face, entwined her fingers in my hair, and smoothed it gently.

“Diara, please tell me…” I started to say, but she brushed her fingers over my lips, silencing my question. With warm soft hands she stroked my face, my neck, then unzipped the zipper on the sweat suit I wore. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt a little concern about letting a stranger touch me so intimately, but it felt so very good.

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She cooed with delight when my breasts were exposed. “So pretty,” she murmured. She ran her hands over them, purring with pleasure as my nipples hardened under her touch. She then leaned over further and begun to lick and suck them; I felt a stirring of desire spread through me. It had been a long time since Joe and I had had good sex. Since his shooting we had gone through the motions, but we had not engaged in the passionate lovemaking that we had always enjoyed before that. At first it was due to his lack of strength, and then lately because of my poor sleeping patterns. I didn't realized how much I'd missed feeling the heat and desire that fiery sex can bring. Diara ran her tongue down my stomach, then pulled my pants down and off. She spread my thighs, then my outer pussy lips, then ran a finger through my slick inner lips. Damn, I was wet and hot! I watched as Diara stuck her finger in her mouth, and smiled happily.

“That's the sweet treat I really want,” she declared, and positioned herself between my legs and proceeded to tongue my juicy honey pot. Sweet begorra that felt good! Even Joe didn't lick me with such finesse and obvious pleasure. Diara moaned and sighed, while I writhed and whimpered on the ground. Her tongue danced on my clit, which was now hard and swollen. She inserted a strong, warm finger into my hole, then two fingers, then moved them in and out slowly and deliberately, while alternately licking and stroking my clit with her thumb. It didn't take long for me to reach an electrifying orgasm. My back arched, I cried out loud. Diara watched with pleasure, and when I collapsed back onto the ground, panting, she again bent over my pussy and licked and sucked deeply.

“This is the very best sweet thing there is,” she murmured. It was almost too much for my sensitive clit to bear, but I didn't stop her, she was enjoying it so much. When she was satiated, she reclined next to me, running her fingers through my hair again. I felt a deep bliss and contentment, something I had not experienced for some time. I was perfectly happy to rest there, peacefully, languidly reclining in the moss. I roused myself when Diara began to speak.

“Now, I will tell you why you are having bad dreams,” she said. “You cheated the Fates. Atropos had determined that your husband was to die, and you brought him back to life. She's angry. She's visiting you at night and disturbing your sleep. You must appease her for her loss.”

Well, I suppose if there could be nymphs in the woods, there could be mythological creatures running about in our world. Perhaps somehow, by bringing Joe back to life, I was now in closer contact with otherworldly beings. I always knew that something existed beyond what I saw and experienced on the surface of my everyday life, and I was certain that I could find it if I looked hard enough. Now, it would seem it had found me.

“How can I appease her?” I asked.

“You took a life from her, so you must give her life. Give her your husband's seed. That will soothe her anger, and perhaps she will leave you alone.”

“His seed?” I asked, wondering what she meant. Then it dawned on me, and I blushed. “You mean, his sperm?”

Diara laughed, her sweet, dulcet tones so pleasant. “Yes, that's what I mean. Leave it in a jar under your bird bath tonight; I'll take it to her. Come, we must leave now. Give me your hand.” Diara helped me up, waited while I dressed, and led me back to my house. From somewhere she produced a glowing light that helped us make our way through the darkening forest.

I quietly entered the house, then made my way upstairs. Joe and I had been sleeping in separate rooms. My slumber times were so erratic and the nightmares so loud and disturbing; he had to get up early for work, so we'd sadly decided that this was for the best. We missed each other at night; I would occasionally cuddle up with him, but when he was ready for sleep, I left him alone. That night, however, I had something other than sleep on my mind. Aside from the fact that I needed to collect his love juice, I was very horny. My little session with Diara in the woods had sparked a flame, and I found myself wanting more. I headed into Joe's bedroom. He looked so peaceful; I almost didn't want to wake him. Almost.

Climbing into his bed, I pulled the sheet down and gently turned him onto his back. He made a few incoherent sounds, but was still asleep. Seeing the scar where the bullet hit him, I realized again how lucky I was to still have him with me. Taking his cock in my mouth, I began to suck gently. That got his attention. He came awake with a start, murmuring my name in surprise. I shushed him and concentrated on the task at hand, or more precisely, at mouth. His limp cock soon became rock hard and my pussy responded as it always did when I had him in my mouth; I was wet and ready. I mounted him and rubbed my clit with my finger as I rode him slowly, then with increasing speed.

Once again, I soon reached a spine-tingling orgasm; ahhh, how I had missed that! As I felt Joe get ready to cum, I rolled off and pulled out the little jar that I had hidden under the blanket. I stroked him with my hand, and as he shot his load, I collected as much of his cream as I could, and capped the jar. Then I snuggled with him for a few moments, relishing the sound of his heartbeat, as it slowed down into its deep sleep rhythm. I traced the wound again and made a vow; no creature, of this earth or another, was going to take him from me if I could help it. If Atropos had determined that his time was up, I had the prerogative to try to keep him here. I would give her his seed and anything else that she wanted, but she would have to do battle with me to take him off this earth prematurely.

I slipped out of bed, crept back down the stairs and placed the jar under the bird bath. I was still not totally convinced that all of this was real and not just a figment of my overly active imagination, but it was certainly worth a try.

I went back to the house and back to my own bed. I turned off the light, and slept. And slept. All night. No dreams, no nightmares, just blessed sleep. I woke late the next morning and felt something that I had not felt for a long time; rested. My mind was clear, my body felt good; it was an amazing and most welcome feeling. I started to cry, tears of happiness. Maybe, just maybe, the curse was broken. Maybe I had indeed appeased the gods and goddesses, and would be able to resume my life.

There was a love note from Joe on the kitchen table, asking for a repeat performance of the night before. Though I fully intended to comply and also to visit Diara in the forest that night, I fell asleep early that evening and again slept through till the next morning. Bliss!

Rising early with Joe I made coffee and greeted the dawn. Joe and I chatted happily as we ate breakfast together, something we had not done for a long time. I couldn't wait till that evening to see Diara, so as soon as Joe left I headed to the woods. She must have heard me approach because she came to greet me. I gave her a brownie that I had baked the day before and she exclaimed with delight.

“I'm sorry I didn't come to see you yesterday, Diara,” I told her. “I want to thank you so much for helping me. I've been sleeping…a lot!” I hugged the little dryad and kissed her cheek.

“I'm so happy for you,” she said. “Atropos seemed pleased with your offering. I think she'll leave you alone now. She's not the type to hold a grudge forever. But Reilly, will you still come to see me? Will you still let me taste your sweetness?” Diara looked at me with those big green eyes and captured a little piece of my heart.

So Joe and I are signing the papers to buy the house. He enjoys his job and when a promotion was offered to him on a permanent basis, we decided to stay. We like the area and the people and I know that I can find a job soon. So far, it's been a month without nightmares and I feel like myself again. Of course, I have an ulterior motive for wanting to stay here. Between Diara and Joe, I've never felt more vibrant and alive, not to mention aroused on a continual basis. Joe is certainly reaping the rewards of my trysts with Diara, and he couldn't be happier. Life is a wonderful journey and only promises to get better; Diara has friends coming to visit this fall!