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The first feelings of doubt have entered my mind. I have never felt this before. My life is miserable, but I have never regretted my decisions before. Why does this come to me now? What has triggered these emotions? I cannot find the answer. Stilling the hunger has become my only relief on these dark nights. I think of her every day. Even the wonders of the forest cannot hold my attention for long. I see a crowned elk reach for the dark needles of a pine. A loon moans through the dancing mist of a black pond. The red light of morning shines back at me from the eyes of a lynx and her young. Thousands of creatures rustle through the moss and leaves. Beauty is all around me. The forest is teeming with life. It seems all I do these days is cry. —– My new role had changed something in me. There was absolutely no way for me to reenter my human life, and with that realization a whole new situation emerged. With no other choice before me, I found it surprisingly easy to adjust, and being a nymph was the most wonderful thing in the world when I was with Skuld. The other trolls also seemed to know that I no longer had a life amongst the humans. I was allowed to venture outside and have the same life as any other nymph in the mountain. Although I was at the bottom of the hierarchy, I was strangely satisfied. Finally I was treated according to my own image, even though it happened a bit differently than I had imagined. My new freedom was spent with all the youthful energy this new body contained. Together with Skuld I lived my happiest days in the forest and under ground. We made love underneath the stars each night and explored the Ankara escort farthest reaches of the wilderness together. She showed me all her secret places and hidden beauties. In the mountain I experienced the bond that tied all fairy-folk together. It was a strict society with harsh rules, especially for women, but I was happy. Behind the happiness though, was the vague feeling that this couldn’t possibly last. How could I at one moment be distrusted and feared by my people and the next moment be fully accepted without consequence? I tried to let my fears go but every time with Skuld felt like our last time together. The only thing that could release me from my worries was the intense orgasms she pulled forth in me when we had sex. After the initial adrenaline-like bliss gave way I began contemplating my purpose in this society. I knew perfectly well what nymphs did to humans. Ever since I was little I had been fed stories about men seduced by these wonderful forest creatures and stripped of every ounce of life force. This dawned on me as I over the days felt increasingly tired. Even though I ate and slept there was something in me that never truly replenished. The energies that had made me able to endure hours of pleasure now felt like they seeped away with each day. Skuld explained this to me and called it “the starving”. Every nymph felt it from time to time. Trolls believed it to be similar to their taste for human flesh, but this was something deeper. Something more rooted in the very essence of the underworld. Just like every being need to kill in order to replenish, nymphs need to seduce. Ankara escort bayan Skuld accompanied me on my first hunt. This was an awkward and frightening experience. We were heading for the human settlements on the outskirts of civilization. Several days of travel from out home. This was the race that had born me and raised me, but I felt no remorse for what I was about to do. I loved Skuld and my new people, and the starving was strong. In contrast to my mind always being momentarily focused in the frenzy of lust, my body was constantly focused on this. I needed it. Not just for my own replenishment, but also from a desire to be able to give Skuld all that she needed. We encountered him on the edges of the forest. The steady, rhythmic sound of his axe-blows told me that this was a healthy, strong man in the prime of his life. Today he would experience the most intense pleasures he could ever feel, but also drown in deep, obsessive despair. The irony was not lost on me. As I saw the bare torso with muscles straining to uphold the rhythm of the axe, my body surprised me by delivering jolts of arousal. Still considering myself a man in a girl’s body, I did not think that I could feel such desire, but at this moment body was clearly stronger than mind. As soon as the erotic thoughts entered my conscience, I felt warmth and moisture spread across my crotch. Skuld seemed to be able to read my body language, and smiled slyly at me. “Do you feel it? Your body knows it will feed tonight.” I already knew her predictions were right. The more I looked at the man, the more my body ached for Escort Ankara him to take me. To lay me down and fuck my brains out. I imagined his huge, warm member enter me and tear my body apart in fantastic orgasms. “You’re panting so loud they’ll hear you,” Skuld whispered. “Try to master the hunger and use it to your advantage. There is nothing more arousing to a man than a woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it.” I did not understand at first, but somehow the female part of my mind instinctively gained the composure I needed. All that I wanted was to throw myself at him and lower myself on his cock. The only thing that allowed me to restrain the urges was my subconscious promise to my body that it would be satisfied soon enough. She could not have prepared me for the surge of energy that shot through me as I had my first orgasm with a man. It was easy enough to seduce him. The powers that inhabited this body seemed to know what was coming, and they blossomed. He was chanceless. We were far beyond the reach of his fellows. We were all alone but for Skuld, skulking somewhere in the dense foliage. The heedless chase into the wilderness had whipped him into a frenzy. His pants were nearly torn by the immense pressure of his manhood, searching, yearning, smelling my sexual scent. I yielded and pretended to fall, heart hammering in my chest like the immense bull-clad drums in the king’s hall. He was strong. Hands gripping my arms as if they were axe handles. Firm, impossible to slip, but a skilled gentleness that would allow for flawless presiscion. I was just as worked up as him. Could not wait for him to do all the work. My hands found the buttons of his trousers and freed the aching flag-pole inside. It was as hard as the stones pressing into my back and warm as Skuld’s loving thighs. I knew I wanted it inside me. Whilst I freed his stake he ripped my dress apart and pressed his lips to mine.

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