Beyond Shokushu Forest 3
It's probably a good thing you didn't leap out and dive on top of the girl. Because seconds later a rather large man appears on the edge of the clearing and spots her as she is trying to scramble back upright again. Moving faster than you'd think him capable, he dashes across the few yards of open ground and grabs the young woman by the hair, just as she regains her feet.
"Oh-ho, little nymph! Now I've got you. You won't get away so easily again." his voice booms. "Not until I'm finished with you at least."
The noise draws your attention to the male. Before that you had, quite reasonably, been focussed on the girl since she was the one with the tits. As you take him in, you realise he must have been at that same fancy dress party. Apart from being built like a football player, he seems to be wearing some sort of medieval costume with bits of armor attached to his body and a long sword hanging down from his belt. Then it occurs to you that maybe you wandered into a movie set, so you look around more carefully but can't see any cameras. And if it is makeup, then it's very good stuff, because the warrior-male type is bending down from his six foot vantage point and kissing the girl hard while the hand not holding her hair is busy doing what you wanted to do - giving her left breast a good thorough squeezing to try and rub the color off it.
Well the breast stays green, though it's nipple does change to a darker shade of that hue as it erects and lengthens from the attentions. And the girl's struggles to get away diminish by the second. Now that she has been caught and is being aroused, her earlier fear seems to be fading away and if you are not mistaken, she is becoming quite eager, leaning back slightly to push her boob tighter against the questing hand while her little mouth works against his wider one with some passion. In fact, it appears that her hand is disappearing under the short kilt worn by the warrior and you guess it finds it's target, because you can see her arm moving backwards and forwards as she strokes whatever she found there.
The warrior is hardly indifferent to what is happening beneath his kilt either, throwing his head back while his hand clutches tighter onto the swelling breast he was fondling. "Ahhh, you dryads are so hot when you get going," he says in a husky voice. "How about you get down there and see if I fit in your mouth?" He barely has to emphasize his words by dragging on the hadful of green hair he holds, the girl dropping quickly to her knees and lifting up the covering to reveal a large and very erect cock naked beneath it. While he strips off his armor and clothing, scattering items around the glade, the little dryad kisses slowly up his shaft and then stretches her mouth wide to enfold it's broad head between her lips.
Hidden close by as you are, you get a good view of the small green-skinned woman as she slowly swallows inch after inch of that tumescent pole, her little hands cupping the sac beneath it and massaging his balls. If she really did want to get away from the warrior, a hard squueze and a bite would likely be enough, but she seems to have forgotten her earlier attempts to escape and is completely absorbed in her task. Heavy breasts press against the man's knees as she amazingly gets the entire length down her throat and you can see her cheeks moving, hollowing as the nymph sucks and licks the shaft filling her mouth. It's no wonder the guy has his hands clutched in her hair and is urging her on with some hoarse grunting sounds. It crosses your mind that you could make good use of one of the girl's other entrances but this guy doesn't look the type to share. He doesn't look much like a film actor either and you wonder again just what you've stumbled upon here.
Apparently the warrior has similar ideas to your own, because after some minutes he uses his grip on the dryad's hair to pull her off his cock, which emerges from the girl's mouth looking very shiny and very hard. She gives a little moan of disappointment at that but it soon turns to a happy sigh as he continues moving her, bending the slender figure backwards until she is lying on the ground and then shifting his grip to her legs, which the warrior presses wide apart as he follows her down and kneels between them.
The girl is obviously easily aroused and once aroused she has a rather naive enthusiasm for sex that you wish you could find in some of the women you have known yourself. It seems she is not at all concerned about her capture and is completely focussed now on making sure she gets as much as possible out of the casual mating. Indeed, it is her small hands which take hold of the man's cock, which looks to be at least as thick as her arm, and guides it down between her legs towards her snatch. The warrior doesn't seem surprised, so he is likely familiar with the sexual habits of these woodland nymphs, just laughing softly as he grips the dryad's taut green ass and lifting her up a bit so her slit is lined up with the heavy shaft and then pulling her towards himself so it slides slowly into her slim body. You almost expect to see a ridge down her belly from the size of the thing compared to her delicate form but she seems to take him comfortably and hangs onto his arms while he uses his hands to move her back and forth on the tumid prong.
It really is a sort of torture, watching the dryad's large breasts roll about on her chest with their hard pointed nipples jutting up from the centers and tracing random patterns in the air between man and his victim. You can only imagine the way it feels to have what must surely be a tightly stretched cunt wrapped around your own cock like that; can only dream of being between the thighs of such a beuatiful and sexually amoral woodland nymph and hear her gasps and mews of pleasure as you fuck her slender body the way this guy is doing right in front of you. As the coupling gets hot and heavy, and the air is punctuated by the shrill screams of dryad orgasms, you reflect on the possibility of exploring further into this land and finding just how easy it may be to capture some mythical forest sex-slut for your own use. Or maybe there are other varieties to be found? You can't remember the names but you feel sure there are nymphs of different types. Maybe a blue one for water? Or would that be a mermaid? While you ponder you do your best to block out the sounds of the now frentic coupling happening a few yards away. Do you really need to see him enjoying the girl so much when you would rather be doing it yourself?
Finally it's over. The warrior straightens up and stands, gathering up his discarded clothing and getting dressed without paying any further attention to the girl. He's had what he wanted. So has she by the looks of it, getting to feet rather more wobbly than his were and staggering away to merge with the trees and disappear. Dressed, the satisfied male heads back the way he came, leaving you alone again to decide. Do you want to look for a chance to ravage fantasy females, or should you return to the school instead?