I’ve always been a city boy. I need the noise and 24/7 entertainment: bars full of beautiful women, easily seduced with cocktails; all-night clubs and greasy spoons serving breakfast all night and day.
When I inherited my aunt Ellie’s country cottage, it was the last thing I wanted. Still, at least the money would come in handy. I knew she’d only left it to me because I was the only relative she had left: her parents were dead, and her sister – my mum – had died when I was young, leaving Ellie to bring me up – dad had been long gone. Much as Ellie did her best, I knew it was a drag for her. What 20-something would choose to have a ten year old knocking around the house? She said that she loved me but I knew that no sane woman could love someone else’s kid. So I made it easy for her by leaving home when I was 16, getting a job in the city and sending her lavish Christmas and birthday presents without demanding any of her time. Sure, it was a shame I didn’t have a mum but there was no reason to make Ellie suffer for it.
I have to admit, it came as a shock when she died – she was only 40 when they found her unconscious body in the woods. I went back to the funeral, made the right noises about her being ‘so young’ to the vicar and even rustled up a few tears. She was a nice person: it’s just that I’m not really the crying sort. And then I went to the reading of the will. I already knew the house would be mine. What I hadn’t bargained on was that she’d want me to live there. It was a condition of the will that I had to spend a month in the house before I was allowed to sell it. I don’t know what kind of trick she was playing – well, I didn’t at that point – but I’d be a fool to turn down quarter of a million’s worth of real estate so I took a leave of absence from work and moved in the following week. The sooner I moved in, the sooner I could move out.
I was tempted to bring one of my women down with me: I had three on the go, just the way I liked it. All of them were nice enough, if not the brightest. As long as I chucked the occasional bit of jewelry into the usual mix of dinners out and VIP nights at clubs, they were happy enough not to demand monogamy. Not that I told any of them about the others explicitly of course: a girl likes to feel special. Still, it would have complicated matters to choose one of them, and I wasn’t sure I could cope with their company without the distractions of city life. And so it was that I found myself sleeping alone in a cottage in the middle of the woods.
I won’t lie to you: that first night, I didn’t get a wink of sleep. People who say the countryside is peaceful are full of shit. There were things creaking and yowling, scratching and barking, along with some eerie high pitched noise I couldn’t quite place. My phone had no reception, there wasn’t any internet and I didn’t even have a TV to drown out the racket. Civilisation seemed a long way away. In the end, I only managed to drift off when the first rays of sun shone through the window. Not that I was scared of course. Not me.
The next night was much the same. I’d fortified myself with a few glasses of whisky hoping that’d help me doze off but all it did was give me a headache. How could there be so much noise when there were so few people around? Again, it was only when daylight hit the window that my eyelids finally closed.
I realised that day that there was no way I could live like this for a month without going mad. I was going to find out what was making all the noise. And so, loaded up with a torch and a bag of food – you hear horror stories about people getting lost in the woods, don’t you – that night I decided to go exploring.
It was about ten o’ clock when I left the cottage, although the lack of ambient light made it seem much later. Before long, I’d seen a fox and a badger, and was beginning to put faces to the noises: there may not be many people around but I’d forgotten how many bloody animals there are out there in nature.
When I came to a clearing, I heard the noise that had haunted my dreams for the last two nights: that high pitched squeal. I stood stark still, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, trying to work out where it came from. And then, I swear to god, I saw it: a beautiful woman, stark naked, wrapped around a tree and frigging herself off.
I promise I’m not kidding: I hadn’t even been drinking. I wasn’t sure what to do, but my cock led the way, drawing me ever nearer, until I was hidden behind the tree nearest to the nymph with a close up view of her nocturnal naughtiness. She seemed to be at it for hours: rubbing her clit and stroking her pert tits, all the while emitting that squeal, not seeming to care that anyone could see her. The longer I watched the more I wanted to touch her but I didn’t want to scare her off. So when she stopped, and looked straight to wear I was hiding, I froze.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she murmured in a throaty voice.
I tried to stay still but her eyes seemed to sparkle and I found my feet moving involuntarily towards her.
“Have you been spying on me?” she asked.
I nodded, mute. Part of me wondered why she wasn’t scared: after all, we were in the middle of no-where. I could have been a nutter. And yet it was me that felt chilled when her eyes met mine.
“Then you must pay the price. Come with me.”
Again, her eyes sparkled and again, I couldn’t resist.
I followed her into the clearing and felt myself rooted to the floor as she began to strip off my clothes.
“You’ve seen me. Now I’ll see you.”
My cock rose at the thought and she smiled.
“A mighty oak. Lie back.”
She gestured to a tree-stump and I did as she commanded, eager for whatever came next. Even when she lashed my hands together with vines, I didn’t struggle. Something about her made me want to acquiesce.
I was glad that I did when she straddled me and lowered her pussy, dripping with dew, onto my hard cock. She rode it like a woman possessed, hands clawing at my chest, teeth nipping my neck. She made it last for hours, drawing back whenever she felt me about to spill over the edge. I could feel her sucking the life out of me as I came closer and closer to climax – but what a way to go! When she finally screamed out her orgasm, it was as if she’d given me permission to come and I spurted harder and deeper into her than I had with any other woman before. She climbed off me and licked my cock clean, making it rise again despite my exhaustion.
“That was incredible,” I gasped.
“It was a good start,” she said before calling out “Oh sisters, my sisters.”
Her voice had an ethereal quality that carried on the wind like no voice I’d ever heard. It was only as I looked around me and saw more naked women seeming to melt from the trees around me, that I noticed the woman who’d straddled me was fading in the light. And as two of her sisters straddled my aching, exhausted body, one over my face, the other over my cock, my fantasy woman vanished entirely in a flicker of light.
In the distance, I recognized Ellie smiling at me, a swarthy man on either side of her, as she mouthed the word ‘Immortality’ to me. I realised that this was how I was going to spend eternity: and suddenly, city life didn’t seem that tempting after all.