It had probably been weeks that I had spent stranded in this forest, though there was no way for me to know. I kept count of the first few days by hacking notches into a tree but I’d soon realized that I needed to keep moving and set a goal for myself. My comrades had probably taken me for dead, I’m sure they gave up looking for me after those first few nights. If they assumed I was eaten, there would be no body to find anyway.
We’d been camping out one night, just like many nights before, roasting a freshly shot deer over a self-built fire when one of us spotted a bold tiger circling our campsite. I was one of the bigger guys, and definitely a smart-alec, so I thought I’d fire a shot at the bastard. But not with my gun. I picked up my buddy’s slingshot and shot a sharp rock, hitting the beast underneath its eye. The tiger flinched, but instead of running off it came running into the camp and everyone scattered. It ran straight toward me and leapt before I could jet, so I turned back around to face it and tried to wrestle it off, but to no avail. I was strong, but not strong enough to tackle a 600 pound tiger on my own. I’d felt it clawing at my arms as I’d reached for it’s neck, trying to keep those huge teeth away from my face. Suddenly it pulled back and leapt off me, but as I was straightening up to run it hopped on me from behind, sinking its teeth into my shoulder and dragging me off before I could kick up a fight. I couldn’t resist, for risk of my arm being torn off, and I grimaced at the sting of the dirt and underbrush snagging at my skin and clothes. I was leaving a trail of blood, but apparently no one followed it.
Somehow I had managed to get away from the tiger after another short wrestling bout. I still stood no chance but it seemed that the tiger was not so interested in eating me as getting revenge. I was bloodied and eventually the brute lost interest and ran off. I took a few days to relax and heal up. I had had a small store of food and water in the pack I kept at my waist, which I thought would last me until I was found. Unfortunately I had been dragged far from the trail, apparently into some obscure part of the forest thick with trees and bathed in darkness. Here I remained for the first few days after my abduction, then I decided I needed to get myself together and search for food, water, shelter and that tiger. I was determined to hunt down that beast and slay it if possible.
I’d been trekking through this insane forest for far too long, and occasionally I’d spot the beast that attacked me. I knew it was the same tiger, by instinct. Whenever I’d spot it I’d follow it’s trail for a while before letting off and scavenging for food. Water was not too much of a problem, within a few days of my abandonment here I’d found a brook running through the forest, with water that ran just clear enough. This was probably the only water source for a few miles at least, and so following this brook I’d see the tiger more often. I wondered if there were others, sometimes why this one would have wandered off on its own to our camp, why it might have dragged me off instead of finishing me. But these thoughts were usually kicked to the back of my mind as soon as hunger or thirst took over.
The days rolled on and so did I, sometimes I’d feel I was getting closer to the original trail when I would remember that even if I found it, it would still take long to get out off this damned forest. And then what? How would I get back to civilization? I had begun to worry I would die in this wretched forest. The days were long and hot, despite the many leaves overhead the sun would often bear down through them, or into clearings where I’d usually rest. The nights were cold and harsh as the wind would whistle through the trees and sting my cuts through whatever makeshift shelter I had that night. My body had grown tougher, I was already well-built, six foot six and muscular, but now my skin had grown rough and my hands were callused. My cut up body was now covered in literal cuts, being scratched by trees and rocks. During the day I would usually travel with minimal clothing due to the heat. Sometimes I felt I had been turned wild, my hair in knotted and tangled locks, now less-than-golden with the dirt that stuck to it, my skin tanned with the harsh sun and often wearing nothing but a loincloth during the day. I sometimes missed people as I listened to the birds calling high above me.
One night I spotted a deer not too far off from where I was resting. I was tired of living off berries and rodents, and this was a welcome respite from the usual. I had made arrows and fashioned a makeshift bow that needed regular repair, but was good for a few awkward shots. My aim was true, and I struck the deer on the first try and though it was not a fatal shot, it was good enough to wound the deer until I could get to it. But as I was making my way over to my catch, I saw a flash of orange and my dear old feline friend was making off with my potential dinner. I watched as the deer put up vague signs of struggle before going limp and being dragged off by the tiger, much like I had been that fateful day. I gave chase to the tiger, I wasn’t about to let it exercise power over me yet again. It was slowed with the effort of dragging along a huge deer, but its advantage over me was that it could move over the forest floor much more easily. This was home for that tiger, whereas I stumbled and clambered over rocks and brush despite spending a fair amount of time here trying to survive. It was growing darker, it was already past twilight and at some points I could only follow the tiger because of rustling here or there, but I kept up my chase. After a while I was growing tired, my muscles sore and my stomach crying with hunger. I kept going in the direction I was headed, but slowly. I spotted a squirrel perched on a nearby tree and pulled out my slingshot. Once again, my shot proved true, I suppose this would be considered lucky but under my circumstances, barely so. I built a fire and skinned the squirrel, my mouth already bitter from anticipating the rodent meat. So far I’d managed to avoid diseased animals, but how long that would last I was cynical of. As I roasted the mongrel, I heard a soft sound in the distance. It sounded like song, but not what usually came from the birds around here. I felt curious, but I was also hungry. The sound persisted and it was not long before my half-cooked squirrel lay forgotten, along with most of my makeshift belongings. The night was dark and growing colder, but the soft sound made me feel warm from the inside and I moved towards its source. I was still following my original path after the tiger somehow, but the tiger was now at the back of my mind. I was focused on finding the source of this beautiful sound. Every now and then I had to stop and relocate the direction from which the song was coming from, and I grew excited as I got closer. It sounded like an angel singing, and the longer I heard this song the more I wanted this angel to be mine. I felt my cock starting to throb as I move ever closer to the sound, growing weary of this seemingly endless search. I heard the sound of water and through some trees I saw a waterfall, just past a clearing. The sound was growing louder and clearer and I raced through the trees toward the spot. Then I saw her – a beautiful, tiny thing. Her skin was pale and her eyes were bold, and she was clad only in a ring of leaves on her head and a string of rosebuds draped around her neck, with fully blooming roses at her nipples and pussy. She was too perfect to be real, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. I hadn’t seen people for so long. Then I figured, if this was a dream I didn’t want to wake up. The girl looked at me and fluttered her eyelashes, ceasing her song. I couldn’t believe this, the beauty in front of me, my huge erection, the cool air teasing the girl’s long straight brown hair that fell to her waist, just above her sweet asscheeks, this was too impossible. I felt like my mind was being emptied of everything it had gathered in my time here—or rather—ever in my life as she walked over and knelt softly before me. The ground seemed to turn to mush wherever she stepped, and it was soft near my feet where her knees touched the ground. She slid down the torn up shorts I had on as I stood in bewilderment and bliss, more from the company of another human than anything else. The fact that this was absolutely surreal was secondary. She gently pulled out my cock and stared up at me wide-eyed and inviting as she licked the underside of my penis, working her tongue just under the head then filling her mouth with my member. She couldn’t quite get it all in, even deep-throating, I was pretty large, but it was incredible nonetheless. The lightheaded feeling I’d started out with was wearing away a bit, and soon I asked her to stand. She did so silently and I took her gently by the shoulders and sat her on a large rock nearby. I bent down and slowly pushed aside her chain of roses and spread her legs apart and began sucking on her pussy as though I was dehydrated. I felt her body rocking and when I glanced up I saw her head was tilted back. I wanted nothing but to please her, and in this wild environment, in this beautiful and surreal setting, nothing seemed to matter but us in that moment. I stood up with my long, thick cock in my hand, but before I slid it into her slick cunt I asked her who she was, what she was doing here. She looked at me for a moment before answering. Her voice was tiny and soft, but rang out clearly in the clearing. The sharp tone brought her singing back into my mind and my hard-on was throbbing again
“I am a wood nymph. This forest is my home.”
She smiled at me and I went mad with desire. I wanted to be one with this mysterious girl, this nymph, whatever she was. I began pounding her with a raging longing, and she gasped and moaned in that tiny voice. I picked up her petite body with ease and continued pumping my cock as I took her small breasts in my mouth, each in turn, and flicked my tongue at her nipples. She moaned and dug her nails into my back. Leaning forward, the nymph began nibbling on my ear. I was close to coming, and I closed my eyes as I was about to blow. This was probably the best pleasure I’d ever gotten in my entire life, although it could have been because of the suffering I had to deal with for so long in this desolate place.
I squeezed her ass, her skin was so soft, free of bumps and blemishes and not a hair in sight. She was so perfect, so delicate and lovely. Just the thought made me spur with pleasure. Having found her, I thought for a moment that I wouldn’t mind being lost in this forest forever. Maybe I could simply stay in this clearing with her, the spot was nice and the waterfall was shimmering and stunning, what was not to love? I was lost in thought and pleasure for a moment, when a sudden change brought me back to reality—as real as this was.
The nails digging into my back suddenly grew painful, and I stiffened at the feeling. Her teeth on my ear felt like they were trying to tear it off, and I pulled my head back and away from her. Her skin didn’t feel so smooth anymore, and she was growing heavy. I quickly pulled out and dropped her abruptly to the ground, feeling her nails tear my back shoulders. I backed away as I found myself face to face with the tiger I had been hunting all along. I was stiff with fear and trapped, surrounded on every side with darkness and thick trees, except where the waterfall was pouring into a dark pit, probably full of sharp rocks. The tiger glared at me, blood on the tips of its claws. I had nowhere to run.