This story was formally referred to as “The Untitled Forest Witch Poll Driven Story”, but now has a proper name. You can find the new entry below the break or you can read the story in its current entirety HERE.
Content/Kink Warnings: The entry is a large one at around about 7,000 words. This is one of my lesbian BDSM stories, so there is NO non-con and girl/girl action. There is a lot of world building/character development and one semi-sex scene that involves mostly teasing and light fingering.
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“Is that the forest?” Bienya asked, feeling foolish she’d asked a question with such a seemingly obvious answer.
They’d been hiking all morning through quaint farmland separated by small hills covered in lush grass being grazed lazily by cows and sheep. The landscape had taken an abrupt change as they’d made their way up one of those small hills. The forest stood in front of them like an arboreal wall cutting across the farmland.
It looks almost like all this farmland has been dropped on top of a forest and I’m looking at the seam of where those two landscapes meet. Bienya had the thought sarcastically but as she stared at the long stretch of forest meeting farmland, expanding out as far as the eye could see in either direction, she realized she might be more right than she’d intended to be.
Alaria was a very ancient world, with a long history mostly shrouded by the mists of time. Once, long ago, great civilizations had covered the world. Then came The Great Collapse. By the time the dark age that followed ended most of the world had been reclaimed by the wilds. Civilization in Alaria was now made up of little pockets, most slowly working to fight back and clear away those wilds to make room for cities and farmlands.
“It’s a forest,” Cassie told Bienya, “but it’s not HER forest.”
“I don’t understand,” Bienya said as she stared at the forest ahead of them. “How long will it take us to travel through this forest? And then how long before we get to this other forest?”
“You don’t understand,” Cassie replied, her voice tinged with impatience.
Bienya made note of that. The girl had changed so much since last night… she’d been so aloof then, reacting to nearly everything with lazy indifference. She’d been much the same in the morning, but the longer they’d been walking the more animated she’d grown.
It’s like she’d been emptied of nearly all she was, Bienya thought. And the further we go the more of herself returns. And she’s always the most excited whenever the topic turns to the Faun from my dreams.
“The woman I’m taking you to, her forest is a special place,” Cassie explained. “One disconnected from the world around it. It’s a place you don’t find unless you’re meant to, and usually then only if you are led to it. It’s in the forest we’re looking at but not PART of it.”
“I think I understand,” Bienya said uncertainly.
“You’re wrong,” Cassie told her bluntly. “But that’s okay, you’re not supposed to understand till it’s too late. That’s part of the price. Now come along,” she said, pulling a carrot out of a pocket and beginning to chomp on it.
Bienya followed her, looking perplexed at the carrot. “Where do you keep getting those from?” The girl’s simple peasant’s clothing had pockets, but she was almost certain they weren’t large enough to hide a carrot in, much less a seemingly never-ending supply of them. “Are those clothes enchanted?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Cassie asked playfully. She took a huge chomp out of the carrot, tossed the rest to the ground, and pulled another out of her pocket. “Why not shove your hand in there and fish around to see if there are any more carrots? Who knows what else you might find to fondle and play with.”
Bienya blushed and looked away. The thought of her hand in the girl’s pocket brought to mind how warm her body had been. From there her mind wandered to how close to the girl’s womanhood her hand would be if she shoved it in her pocket.
I’d be sure to find something to fondle and play with… Bah! Carnal distractions! She’s such a flirtatious, distracting girl. She’s nothing but a deliciously plump, vexing tart! And she’s doing it all on purpose!!!
“You’re adorable when you blush like that,” Cassie told Bienya. “The blue skin turns all purple and pink. I bet that happens other places as well…” She trailed off, letting Bienya imagine what she was hinting at.
“The forest,” Bienya said to force her mind off the distractions the girl was causing. “How far to the Faun’s forest?”
“It’s not the Faun’s forest, it’s the witch’s,” Cassie corrected her.
“Witch? What witch?”
Cassie looked at her and rolled her eyes. “The Faun! The woman you’re searching for, the Forest Witch. You really don’t know who she is, do you?”
Bienya furrowed her brow and looked hard at the girl, puzzling out what she was saying and comparing it to what she’d seen and felt in the dreams that had brought her to this point. “You are saying the woman I am journeying to meet, the Faun, is also a witch?”
“Yes and no. She’s THE Forest Witch, who happens to be a Faun. But THE Faun is someone different, although she’s also the same woman.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Bienya grumbled at her as they passed into the forest. Sometimes talking to her is like struggling through a conversation with someone using dream logic, she thought, annoyed the girl wouldn’t give her answers that were easier to understand.
The shade of the forest canopy above brought with it a coolness Bienya found most welcome. They’d been hiking for hours and as it had neared midday the heat had grown oppressive.
“It will all make sense once it’s meant to,” Cassie told her. “Of course, some things aren’t meant to make sense. Not to girls like you, at least.”
“And what about girls like YOU,” Bienya asked. “You act smug like you know everything and just aren’t willing to share it. But I think maybe you don’t know as much as you let on.”
Cassie shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “Come along,” she said, dismissing the conversation they’d been having. “If you follow me we’ll get to the witch’s forest before long. I know the secret ways, the HIDDEN ways through this forest. The witch’s forest is my home and I’m always drawn back to it when I’m allowed to leave.”
“Allowed? What do you mean when you’re ‘allowed’ to leave?”
“Turn here,” Cassie commanded, ignoring the Elven girl’s question as she took a sharp turn around a rocky uprise that partially blocked their view of the forest in that direction.
The Bunordaen girl was out of sight for only a moment yet when Bienya turned the corner she was far ahead, almost out of sight. “Wait,” Bienya called out as she dashed after the bunny girl. She had to leap over roots and rocks and ran as fast as she could just to keep her in sight.
Cassie giggled with delight as she bound ahead, bouncing over and around obstacles in a way that made her seem like the rabbit she’d only resembled till then. “We’re almost there,” she called out with another eruption of delighted giggles. “Can’t you feel it?”
Bienya struggled to keep up with Cassie. She’d grown accustomed to long treks through the wilderness on her journey but hadn’t often had to run for this long.
“I’m always so eager to leave, it happens so rarely,” Cassie called back. “But whenever I leave I forget how mundane the world outside the witch’s forest is. I always enjoy coming home far more than I enjoy leaving. Can’t you feel it, pretty Elven girl? We’re almost there! I took you through so many shortcuts to get us here.”
Short cuts? We’ve been running in nearly a straight line since we turned that corner… haven’t we? Bienya realized something felt off. They’d not been running that long but now that her mind was on it she had the feeling they’d traversed a long distance, like they’d cheated the world somehow and found shortcuts through it that increased the distance they’d traveled.
Bienya knew there was magic that could do that, but how could that be what was going on here? Those kinds of spells took great power to cast. The magic of those kinds of spells was hard to hide and almost always felt, but she’d felt almost nothing.
Is this girl I’m chasing after much more than she seems? If she IS using that kind of magic this subtly she’d have to have more power than anyone I’ve ever encountered…
Bienya realized that she’d lost track of Cassie. She came to a stop, franticly looking at the forest all around her. “Cassie? Where are you? I can’t see you, come back!”
The girl popped out from behind a tree no more than an arm’s reach away from Bienya, startling Bienya so much she almost screamed. “Can you feel it now?” she asked. “We’re right on the edge, a few more steps and we’ll be in the witch’s forest.”
“I don’t feel anything,” Bienya told her, panting and leaning over to brace her hands on her thighs as she struggled to catch her breath.
Cassie waited till Bienya was breathing normally. “Come on, I’ll lead you in,” she told the Elve as she grabbed both her hands. “This way. You’ll feel it soon,” she promised as she began walking slowly backward, pulling Bienya after her.
Bienya was instantly distracted by the girl’s intense eyes and the warm, comforting feel of her hands holding hers. The Night Elve lost all sight of the forest around them, instead losing herself in the girl’s eyes. They were enchanting… brown but so pretty.
No, she thought, blinking. Not brown. Pink? Did they just turn pink or were they always that color?
“Your eyes,” Bienya said, unable to look away from them. They WERE brown, I know they were.
“I’m home,” the girl replied happily. “You feel it now, don’t you?”
Bienya DID feel something. She forced herself to look away from the Bunordaen girl. The world around them was darker. At first she thought it was just because the canopy above them had grown thicker but after glancing up she saw it was more open than it had been only moments ago.
“It’s nighttime,” Bienya said dumbly, dropping hold of Cassie’s hands and staring up at the sky. “How is it nighttime? It should only be a little past midday.”
“It’s ALWAYS night in the witch’s forest,” Cassie told her as she turned and began leading the way.
Bienya noticed a change in the girl. Before she’d always moved as though driven to lead Bienya at a steady, unwavering pace. And then when they’d entered the forest it had quickly turned into that mad dash… but now? Now the girl moved as though she were savoring every step.
“How can it always be night here?” Bienya asked, her voice full of skepticism. “Do you mean it always FEELS like night? Or that there’s an enchantment that makes it LOOK like night? Because I know of only one power in Alaria that can truly turn day to night.”
The name of that power entered Bienya’s mind, sending a cold shiver of fear down Bienya’s spine. The Terror of the Eternal Night. As she thought about the beast the little saying that was often uttered as a simple explanation of why it was so feared entered her mind as well. Ash and blood. It is all The Terror of the Eternal Night shall have, it is all The Terror of the Eternal Night shall give to the world, and it is all The Terror of the Eternal Night shall leave behind.
To most of Alaria the monster was a legend from far-off lands. But for Bienya and her people it had been something that was all too real. The Terror had arrived at the place they’d inhabited a few generations ago and her people had been forced to flee their homeland. She’d not been born till after they had resettled far away, but the trauma the monster had caused to her people was something she’d felt her whole life.
Bienya didn’t even know what kind of monster the Terror was, yet its continued existence in the world had been enough to make her latch onto her natural talents at divination and dream seering. If she could see what was going to happen she’d know if the monster ever came for her people again, giving them the time to flee to safety.
It was why she’d begun the journey she was on. The place she was being driven to find, the Faun in the cabin in the woods. The mysterious woman felt important, finding her felt important. She’d felt that it wasn’t just something that would be personally important, she’d felt it was something that would be important to her whole people.
The Terror of the Eternal Night has been my people’s biggest fear my whole life. I’ve assumed from the start this journey is tied to the monster… tied to finding a way to ensure it never devastates us again.
As she’d thought about the monster Bienya had stared up at the parts of the sky she could see through breaks in the trees. The stars were brighter than she’d ever seen them and, after looking closely, there were more of them than she’d ever seen as well.
“The sky isn’t right,” she told Cassie uneasily. “The stars look… wrong.”
“Do they?” the girl asked, sweet voice full of innocent playfulness that suggested she knew very well the stars were wrong.
Bienya started, flinching away from the girl who was suddenly standing intimately close to her. She’d been ahead of me, I just saw her there!
“Are you sure it’s stars you’re seeing?” Cassie asked, smiling kindly when she saw Bienya staring not at the sky but into her eyes once more. “Look,” she said, grabbing the Elve’s face and turning it up to look at the sky.
For a moment Bienya felt panic as she saw the stars falling out of the sky. A moment later she realized how impossible that was. “Fireflies,” she whispered. “Thousands of them… fluttering down from the sky like rain!” She stared in awe at the beauty of the glowing insects cascading down through the trees to fill the forest all around them.
Her breath was taken away by the colors. As they’d fallen from the sky they had been the same twinkling white yellow of the stars, but once they passed through the leaves of the trees they shifted colors. Some patches of them were mixes of pink and purple, while other groups of the insects were mixed shades of green and blue.
The glowing insects danced and bobbed in the air, the colors shifting and swirling around them. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, reverential awe filling her voice.
Cassie gently took the girl’s hand. “Come on, we have to keep going.”
Ahead Bienya saw the fireflies massing around a tree, older and larger than the others around it. In the center of the tree was an opening the glowing insects were filling, making it look as though the tree was filled with magical energy. As they got closer she saw that the tree had been carved through, or perhaps reshaped by magic, leaving behind a beautiful spiral pattern that the fireflies were flying through.
Looking around she saw more trees like this, carved or reshaped with simple but beautiful art through their trunks, all of which were filled with fireflies.
“What is this? Who made the trees this way and why?”
“It’s some of the Faun’s art,” Cassie told her. “She’s always making more and changing what she’s already made. It’s never the same twice.”
The Bunordaen’s claim that the art was never the same twice turned out to be shockingly true. If Bienya would look away from a tree then glance back at it the art would always be different. It was a subtle thing, but once noticed it was impossible to ignore the way the swirling patterns would seem to rotate while out of sight.
“It’s an impressive use of magic,” Bienya told Cassie. “To craft a spell to make art like this… that must take time and be very draining. This Faun must be a very powerful Druid of Sorceress.”
“She’s neither of those things,” Cassie said, sounding offended. “She’s a witch, THE Forest Witch. She doesn’t use magic the way you’re thinking. She doesn’t cast spells, especially not out here in the forest. The forest just does what she wants it to, what she NEEDS it to.”
“You’re saying the entire forest is under her control?” As she asked the question she continued to stare around them, awe filling her as they slowly followed a winding path through the firefly and art-filled forest.
The art had grown more complicated and diverse. Artwork hung from the trees around them, intricate little pieces made from forest detritus bound together by twine. At first there had been just pleasing geometric shapes, but as they moved on and the art grew larger the shapes became figures. Female figures along with the moon depicted in various phases.
When the first of these moon sculptures appeared the forest grew brighter. Looking up she saw the moon was suddenly out, its phase matching that depicted in the art around her. As they went on and the art changed so did the moon, shifting its phases to match the art spread around Bienya and Cassie.
“Do you remember the question you asked me?”
Bienya blinked, realizing she’d been staring up at the moon. “I’m sorry, what?” she asked, wondering just how long she’d been standing there. “This place… it’s so magical and confusing. I keep getting disoriented, it’s like being in a dream but I’m awake so I can’t let dream logic lead me.”
“Do you remember the last question you asked me?” Cassie repeated.
She’s trying to help keep me centered. I’m getting lost in the magic of this place and she’s helping me from floating away. Bienya closed her eyes and tried to remember. “Yes,” she said, keeping her eyes closed. “I asked if the forest is under the Faun’s control.”
“It’s more that the forest is part of her,” Cassie answered. “She’s The Forest Witch, the witch is only half of what she is, with the forest being the other. Everything that lives here is her servant, her creation, or both.” After a quick thoughtful pause the girl added, “Well, other than the one SHE is servant to, but I’ve never seen her.”
Bienya hadn’t processed the last statement, dwelling instead on the middle part of what the girl had said. “So what are you? Servant, creation, or both?” She’d meant the question to be a bit of playful flirting. This place and its strangeness were oddly freeing, and, for a moment, she’d felt open with herself about her attraction to the girl.
“That’s not a very nice thing to ask,” Cassie said, pursing her lips and looking offended.
Great, Bienya thought wanting to tug at her hair in frustration. The first time I flirt with a girl I do it so badly it leaves her looking as though she wants to shove me into the dirt. “I’m sorry,” she said out loud.
“The witch needs me,” Cassie blurted out. Her face twisted up into a confused mix of emotions Bienya couldn’t read. “She needs at least one day walker, someone who can leave the forest when she needs them to lead people to her.”
“So you’re just a girl,” Bienya said. “Just a normal mortal girl serving this Forest Witch?” Asking the question felt a bit outlandish, but after their journey through the normal forest and only a short time in the witch’s forest she’d begun to wonder if the Bunordaen was far more than she seemed.
“I’m a servant,” she answered evasively. Then, seeing a flash of concern on Bienya’s face, she quickly added, “A willing one!”
When Bienya looked at her with a skeptical expression on her face the girl continued. “I had needs, things that brought me to The Forest Witch. I understood my needs more than you do… but that’s not important. What matters is to get what I wanted I had to pay a price. There is always a price here, and you always have a choice as to whether you’ll pay it or not. And I chose to pay the cost for what I want.”
“And what was the cost?”
The girl averted her eyes, staring down at her feet. “Eternal servitude to the witch.” She looked back up, her face fierce. “EVERYTHING here comes at a cost. Remember that.”
“I will,” Bienya promised. She looked back up at the sky and found the moon had once more changed. It was nearly full and colored not with the silver light of normal moonglow but with a faint eerie orange-red.
The sight of the blood moon overhead left Bienya feeling scared for the first time since meeting Cassie. She’d seen natural blood moons. Even knowing they were natural had always led to panic in her people. The endless night the Terror brought with it always came with a blood moon, bathing the lands under its domain in the “light of the blood it craves”.
“Can we move on?” Bienya asked, hoping that if they did the moon would soon change again.
“Of course,” Cassie said. “We’ve been still for too long anyways. You’re expected and I must bring you to her.”
If Bienya hadn’t been so distracted and disturbed by the blood moon overhead she might have noticed how subdued the girl had suddenly become. She might even have noticed that the way she’d said the word ‘her’ had not been the same way she’d said it when referring to the Forest Witch.
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“We’re almost there,” Cassie said quietly.
“The Faun’s cabin?”
“No,” Cassie said, voice quiet and lacking the exuberant playfulness that had filled it since they reached the witch’s forest.
“Then where are we going?”
Cassie stopped and pointed. “There,” she said.
Bienya looked, a little taken aback by what she saw. A moment before there had been more enchanting, art-filled forest ahead of them. Now they stood on a path leading to a small clearing in the forest filled with an encampment looking as though it belonged to a member of royalty.
“You have to go in and meet with her.”
“Who?” Bienya asked. The forest around them had changed. The warm, stupefying allure of the place was gone, replaced by something colder and more menacing. “Who is in there?”
“She is. She wants to meet you before I take you to The Forest Witch.”
“Who is she, Cassie?”
The girl just pointed. “I can’t go with you, she has no interest in me. I’m not important like you are.”
“I don’t want to meet her,” Bienya said, taking a step back. She was cold and shaking, filled with dread. “I won’t go in there.”
Cassie refused to meet her eyes. “You always have a choice,” she said, voice meek and free of emotion. “But if you want to continue, if you want to be brought to The Forest Witch, you have to go meet with her.”
Bienya looked up at the sky and saw the blood moon still hanging above. For my people… I must push on, must see this through. My journey IS important, and it DOES have something to do with The Terror of the Eternal Night.
“Alright,” she told Cassie. “I’ll meet her, I’ll pay the price.” The girl said nothing, still averting her eyes and refusing to look at Bienya as she entered the encampment.
It was a strange place, stranger even than the forest. A feast was laid out on a table as she entered the encampment, one that looked like it could feed a monarch and their entire royal retinue. Yet it was untouched, untouched and surrounded by a cold presence that made Bienya suspect it was being magically preserved.
But for who? There is no one here. The camp shows signs of life, of activity and use, yet there’s no one here. It’s like this was a busy camp a moment before I arrived but something caused its inhabitants to disappear in a flash upon my arrival.
The place was filled with empty loneliness that grew ever colder and more intense the closer to the center of the camp she drew. There she found the largest and most ornate tent in the camp. The feeling of immense power, and the cold loneliness enveloping the camp, was radiating from the tent.
“Do not skulk so outside my tent,” a beautifully enchanting, yet icy-cold, woman’s voice called out. “Enter so I may see you,” the woman demanded with all the command of someone used to their every whim being obeyed.
Bienya was filled with terror at the sound of the woman’s voice. It carried with it immense power, far beyond anything she’d ever encountered. It left her quavering and wanting to flee, but the cold undeniable power of the voice was too strong. She was compelled forward, terrifyingly aware of how powerless she was to this woman’s commands.
As Bienya entered the tent she was only vaguely aware of its mundane contents. It was what she’d expected: a royal personage’s tent, everything designed to be easily packed up and moved to another location yet resplendent and extravagant enough to make the place FEEL like it was both the throne room and bed chamber of a monarch.
Near the back of the tent lay a woman lounging on a divan. As Bienya entered the room the woman sat up, moving with otherworldly grace and smoothness.
Bienya found herself breathless at the sight of the woman. She was beautiful, the most stunning thing she’d ever seen. It was beauty beyond what was mortally possible. She was too beautiful, too perfect.
The woman was as sexually appealing as she was beautiful. She was “dressed” in thin strips of transparent cloth that wrapped over her shoulders and met at her waist where they were pinned in place by an ornate belt. It was made of gold fashioned into the shapes of leaves that met at a moon-shaped buckle.
I can see every inch of her naked body. Everything. Bienya stared, practically drooling at the woman’s perfect body. Slender and tall, yet thick in all the places most pleasing to Bienya’s eyes. Her skin was so pale it looked to be drained of color other than the orange-red freckles splattered across her chest and face.
Her breasts were not overly large, only big enough to draw one’s attention and keep it there. Her nipples were pierced with the ornate jewelry attached to the bar through her pink nubs shaped into a shimmering moon of silver.
After forcing herself to look away from the enticing view of the woman’s perfect breasts Bienya found her eyes drawn southward to where her thighs met. With how she sat Bienya was unable to see her womanhood, only a hint of the curly red hair of her bush.
Seeing that caused Bienya to look back up and marvel at the hair on the woman’s head. Orange-red yet faded slightly like the color had been half drained from it. When first entering the tent it had been long, long enough to reach the woman’s lower back. It was longer now, thicker and wider and spreading out.
Like a wind I can’t feel is blowing it… no, not like that at all. Like her hair is tendrils of some great many armed monster enveloping its master in protective comfort.
Only the hair on the top of her head remained unmoving and “natural” looking. A garland of blood-red roses was wrapped around her head, looking more like a crown than a festive adornment it would have looked on any less regal figure.
“Come forward,” the woman commanded.
She spoke flatly, her voice almost free of emotion. Yet Bienya felt herself jerking forward, responding to her voice as if she was magically bound to obey.
As Bienya approached the woman rose to her feet, once more moving with such ease and grace she seemed to not be part of the world. She was beyond it, apart and above.
What is this woman? A goddess walking Alaria in flesh? Perhaps this is all a vision… An illusion? No… it feels too real. She seems too unreal yet I feel her in a way that makes me certain she IS real and something physically standing before me.
Bienya knew there were things in Alaria that were nearly as powerful as gods. Demons and Angels who served the gods, infused with the divine power of their creators. Ancient things whose history wasn’t remembered even by them, living demigods who were neither mortal nor god and followed strange rules that made little sense to others.
And Vampire lords, she thought suddenly. Lesser blood drinkers, those that had been mortal less than a lifetime ago, were no more powerful than a mortal who knew how to tap into the magical powers flowing through Alaria. But legends told of the most ancient of Vampire lords, ones that had existed before The Great Collapse and now had powers to rival Angels, Demons, Demigods, and maybe even the gods themselves.
She’s pale and drained of color… like she’s dead and lacking blood. And the golden belt! Those aren’t leaves, they are drops of blood.
“I am not whatever you think I am,” the woman said without emotion.
“Then what are you?” Bienya asked as she stepped within arm’s reach of the woman.
Her hair spread out and wrapped around Bienya as the woman moved to close the distance between them. “You do not ask questions or make demands of one like me,” she said simply. “I am beyond you by magnitudes, so beyond you that there is no need for me to interact with you even as I use you as a tool to accomplish my will.”
Bienya found herself trembling as she struggled to keep her focus on the woman’s words. Her presence was overwhelming. Suffocating. It brought with it waves of sweltering sexual heat followed by blasts of coldness that numbed both Bienya’s body and her emotions. The woman was the intense heat of the hottest desire while at the same time being cold and empty of all emotion.
The woman began slowly moving around Bienya, moving so smoothly she seemed to be floating. For all Bienya knew she WAS floating, but the flowing red hair wrapped around them prevented her from seeing the woman’s feet.
“Chin up,” she commanded, cupping Bienya’s chin in a curled finger and lifting her face to better look at her.
“To the side, let me see that slender sexy neck.” The woman caressed it, the gentle touch so sensual Bienya almost let slip a deep moan. The only thing that stopped her was how cold the woman’s fingers were. They were so chilled it disturbed Bienya so much she jerked away from the woman’s touch.
“Do not recoil from me,” the woman snapped, the splash of anger in her voice seeming to shake the world around them.
Bienya snapped to attention. “As you wish,” she muttered, hating how shaky and full of fear her voice was.
The woman then pulled Bienya’s long black hair to the side, exposing the young Elve’s cheek along with one of her long pointed ears.
“Such pretty features. You have that Elven agelessness that makes your kind look so eternally young to the eyes of other races, and on you it is made all the more delicious by actual naive youthfulness.”
As the woman spoke she slowly moved her face closer to Bienya’s. The heat of her breath was nothing like the chill of her touch. It filled the Night Elve’s mind with intense desires.
Her lips. Her mouth. So close to my skin…
Heat ran to Bienya’s face, making her cheeks flush. She had no doubt the woman noticed, for she could see her grin approvingly out of the corner of her eye.
“What a blushing beauty! Such a delicious rush of warm blood to these pretty blue cheeks of yours.”
The woman moved her face closer, her lips drawing near to Bienya’s cheek. She’s going to kiss me! The thought was exhilarating. Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the woman begin to open her mouth. Everything happened so fast that afterward she was uncertain of what she’d seen. The exhilaration of an expected kiss turned to terror as she thought she saw the woman’s canines extend into sharp fangs.
Bienya thought the woman was about to turn her head one way and lunge to plunge her fangs into her neck. She DID lunge one way, but not in the direction the Night Elve expected. She went the other way, nuzzling her cold nose against the top of Bienya’s ear where it met her skull.
“Your hair smells delicious,” the woman moaned indecently as she inhaled Bienya’s scent. “And your flesh is so warm with the heat of life,” she added, shifting to lick the part of her ear she’d been nuzzling with her nose.
“Elven ears are such treats,” she purred as she pulled back and placed the tip of a cold finger where her nose had been. “And yours are exceptionally long,” she added as she slowly traced the top of the Night Elve’s ear. “Nearly as long as the distance from the base of my palm to the tip of my fingers. So much ear to caress, tease, and enjoy.”
Bienya moaned softly, her eyes fluttering and rolling up into her head. She’d known an Elve’s ears were an erogenous zone but she’d never imagined having them stroked would feel so good. Even though the tip of the woman’s finger was ice cold its touch sent powerful waves of burning heat flowing through Bienya’s body.
Her face flushed anew as the heat moved past it. When it reached her chest she felt her nipples harden painfully. Finally, when it reached her womanhood she felt herself grow moist with arousal.
In a flash the woman was gone from her side.
There had been a table nearby. Bienya had noticed it upon entering the tent. It had crimson cloth draped over it and had been covered in ornate plates filled with red-colored fruit along with golden goblets brimming with red wine.
With one smooth swipe of her arm the woman knocked away everything from the table other than the cloth covering it. “Sit,” she commanded, patting the table.
Bienya took in a breath to try and recover from how aroused she’d become. When she did the world rushed and twisted around her in a disorienting blur. Then, when she exhaled, things reverse and returned to normal, only now she was sitting on the table, leaning back with her hands braced behind her and her legs spread open.
The woman was beside her, one hand resting on Bienya’s belly, the other under her chin as she held the girl’s face to keep it pointing up at her. “Let me look at you,” she said, tilting Bienya’s face further back to gaze into her eyes. “REALLY look at you. See you to the core.”
Bienya felt the world drop away. She felt herself open completely as the woman saw into her mind. Every secret Bienya ever had was revealed to her along with every want and desire she’d ever felt. Bienya fell in after the women, becoming lost in herself. She lost contact with her physical body. It was only when the woman slipped a hand down the front of her pants that she was pulled out of being lost in herself.
“Such a perfect specimen of youthful Elven womanhood,” she cooed.
Bienya moaned softly, struggling to make sense of the woman’s words. The things she was doing with her hands felt too intense … too good.
The hand that had been holding her chin was stroking and caressing her face. Fingertips traced her lips as the woman leaned down, closer and closer as if to kiss her.
At the same time the hand down Bienya’s pants was even more busy. She began by tracing the swelling mounds of the Elve’s outer labia. “I do adore how you Elven races are without a trace of hair down here,” the woman sighed as her fingers danced around Bienya’s vulva.
The Elven girl gasped and shuddered, feeling dizzy from the rush of arousal the touch was filling her with. No one had ever touched her there. No one had ever attended to ANY part of her body with the focused attention the woman was giving her womanhood.
Her fingers moved in, teasing and gently working their way up and down the girl’s slit. At the same time the woman shifted her hand and pressed her palm into Bienya’s pubic mound. With gentle subtleness she rubbed at her, working her way down to stimulating Bienya’s clit just as she used her fingertips to spread the moistness of her sopping wet hole out into the girl’s fleshy folds.
As the woman worked the Elve’s womanhood she spoke, keeping her lips close enough to Bienya’s that the girl felt her hot breath on them. “A delicious body, just what is needed. The right shape, even if the color is off. But blue will have to do, there are few red-skinned Elves left in the world, and none filled with the naive innocence needed.
“Besides, the blue is exotic. You Night Elves are rare when compared to the shorter-lived races that breed like filthy rabbits. Exoticness will entice the beast. All of your delicious nubile young body will, you’re the perfect morsel to draw in the beast. The perfect trap to lay in its path.
“But you aren’t ready yet, you have to be prepared. That is why you must go to The Forest Witch. She excels are preparing young girls like you for what you must do, making you just right to go back out into Alaria and face your fate.”
“Please,” Bienya whimpered when the woman stopped speaking. “I can’t… it feels too good. Can’t focus on your words. Can’t make sense of them!”
“You want me to stop?” the woman asked slyly.
“No,” Bienya groaned in dismay when the woman stopped moving her hands. “Please, no, I’m so close!”
“And you will remain that way,” the woman replied coldly, withdrawing her hands. “It is for others to finish what I’ve begun. Besides, I enjoy seeing young girls like you suffer through unquenched desires. It brings me great joy to deny those full of the most life that which satisfies them in physical ways I can no longer feel.”
Bienya was breathless. Still dizzy with arousal and still unable to follow what the woman was saying to her. “Who are you?” she asked. A moment later she corrected her question. “WHAT are you?”
The lights in the room dimmed. In a flash the woman was on top of her, pinning her to the table with a hand around Bienya’s throat as tendrils of faded orange-red hair extended out menacingly around them.
“I warned you,” she hissed, sounding more like a wild beast than a woman. “One of your station does not ask questions and make demands of one like me.” She tightened her grip around Bienya’s throat. “But since you’ve dared I will give you an answer, one you will not like. I am hunger,” she growled, releasing her grip on the Night Elve as she floated into the air above her. The woman floated further away from her, inhaling deeply as she glared at Bienya with terrifying hunger in glowing red eyes.
Bienya grunted in pain as her chest was yanked up toward the woman. The Elve screamed as she felt something deep in her being drained away. Something red flowed from Bienya’s body into the woman’s mouth. Blood? She wasn’t sure. It LOOKED like blood, but there was so much of it…
What the girl was certain of was that the substance’s absence was making her feel weak, not just physically weak but spiritually weak as well. It was like praying to a deity, the feeling of giving them your faith in return for a blessing.
Only Bienya was gaining nothing in return. There was no blessing being bestowed on her, no trading of faith for temporary gifts given by the divine. This woman was only taking, taking from Bienya to sate an eternal hunger the Elve could feel would never be satisfied.
The woman grew more powerful as Bienya grew weaker. Bienya watched as she grew physically larger as her power swelled, eventually seemingly like she became completely divorced from the physical world. The tent disappeared and the woman grew till she was a part of the night sky. She slowly faded, her pale body becoming the darkness of the night, the orange-red freckles spread across her chest and face becoming the stars while the buckle of her golden belt turned silver and became the moon.
Then, with a gasp, it was over. Bienya blinked and looked around, confused. She was lying in a clearing of grass, the forest nearby with no sign of the encampment.
What just happened? Was that real? It FELT real… or did it? With every moment that passed the incident felt more like a dream or vision. The weakness she’d felt was also gone as if it had never been there. If it had been real wouldn’t I still feel that?
The woman. What was she? A goddess? An ancient, powerful Vampire lord? Or just a vision brought on by the magic of this forest? Someone has to know…
It was then that Bienya remembered Cassie. She looked around and saw the Bunordaen sitting at the edge of the clearing, her back to Bienya.
The Night Elve scrambled to her feet and rushed to her. “Cassie! Cassie, you have to tell me who that woman was.”
“Who?” the Bunordaen asked, one of her big furry ears twitching as she got to her feet. “What woman?”
“The one in the encampment. The one you insisted I go meet. You said I had to, that it was the price to continue.”
Cassie stared at her with a blank expression, looking as though she couldn’t understand what Bienya was asking her.
“You have to remember. It just happened. Please, who was she? WHAT was she?”
“Come on,” Cassie said, turning her back on Bienya and heading into the forest. “I need to bring you to the witch.”
Bienya followed after her, accepting the girl either refused to or was unable to answer her questions.
Maybe this Forest Witch will know, she thought, thinking about the mysterious Faun they were going to meet. If I ask her maybe she’ll be able to tell me.
A memory ran through Bienya’s head at that point. “EVERYTHING here comes at a cost. Remember that,” she heard Cassie saying to her.
What would be the cost to find out what that was, who that woman was? And will it be a cost I’m willing to pay?
The last poll said a new poll would determine who the mysterious woman is. That is NOT what is going to happen. I’ve had some inspiration for who/what I want her to be so we’ll be going with that, but the fact the story now has a proper title MIGHT just be a hint.
What happens next as Cassie continues to lead Bienya through the witch’s forest? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
Philo Hunter Erotica 
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