Ward of the Forest

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Naughty Nights and Kinky Tales Story #5

A spooky story of Millie by The Jaded Entity

The young woman could scarcely believe it as the Governor had declared her to be selected for the offering. She was considered very beautiful by many and her age put her as the natural choice. It was seen as quite the honour but the truth was she was quite scared about what to expect.

Greyspell forest was considered very dangerous, with many magical and mystical creatures that lived inside it. Growing up as a child she had heard of many stories of the unprepared going inside never to return. Whether they were just something to scare the children from wandering off alone was a mystery. Either way she would soon find out.

She had never seen a forest warden before but she had heard of their description from the town scholar. They were large creatures with an affinity with nature, standing anywhere between 8 and 16 feet tall and towering over any human. By all accounts they were quite terrifying.

Why the town had chosen to make a pact with such a creature was beyond her understanding. 

The whole town had spent the last few days celebrating and by then it was too late. There was much pressure on her to perform the ritual and she didn’t want to be a disappointment. 

The day now came and she was taken by a small group to the forest, led by the town governor whose age was now getting the better of him. Having had to pause to catch his breath on more than one occasion. 

The nervousness was building inside her as they approached the site of the ritual, feeling the chill in the air. It all seemed so bloody formal considering what was about to happen. 

The site itself had two large pedestals with a small circular stone floor seemingly indicating where she should stand. A few of the group took out ropes and began tying them around the pedestals, two down low and the others higher up. 

“Are you sure I have to be tied up for this?” She asked, sounding perplexed.

The governor snorted at her in derision. “Of course you do, my dear.” He said, “It is how it has always been and how it will always be.” Turning away from her. 

“Oh…” she said at the non answer, gripping the sleeves of her cloak tighter as she watched them finish tying all the ropes. 

“You are up!” Said the Governor, turning back to her. “Please hand me your cloak.”

She was hesitant at first but he held out his hand and gave her a look that told her she didn’t have much choice. Slowly she undid her cloak, pulling it off and handing it to him so she was only wearing the clothing she had been given for the ritual.

Her long dark raven coloured hair hung loose with a small flower adorning the side of her head. She wore a sleeveless white dress, reaching down only as high as her thighs. Under that she wore-

~

“Striped stockings, Milliestripes?” Prim interjected, grinning. 

“Shush, Prim” Tia chimed in, glaring at her friend for interrupting. “Let her tell the story.”

 “Pish-posh, Hot-Tits.” Prim replied, waggling a finger at Tia and winking. “Such details are extremely important! I am simply trying to help. Would you oppose my rendering assistance to a mutual friend?” The gnome served up a playful pout as she finished. 

Tia let out a sigh. “Right, then. We’ll get nowhere with any stories tonight — ” she suddenly grabbed a handful of marshmallows and swiftly pressed them over Prim’s mouth. 

“Hrmm mm mhm!” Prim complained, voice muffled. ” — unless we stop your interruptions,” Tia finished as the marshmallows passed her protesting friend’s lips. 

She turned back to Millie. “Sorry for her,” she said, giving a grinning Prim a nudge with her elbow. “Please continue.” 

“Mmmph mmmhm,” Prim agreed as she struggled to chew the sweets, a line of drool running from the corner of her mouth.

The group laughed, struggling to stop herself from giggling. “Umm… anyway as I said-,” Millie continued.

~

Under that she wore nothing, having to go barefoot. The material of the dress was sheer, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of her beautiful figure that lay beneath. 

She found wearing such a thing to be quite humiliating, using her hand to cover up as best she could as she noticed the governor’s eyeline drop down to her breasts while a few others in the group also seemed to take notice of her body.

“Don’t be shy,” said the governor as he walked up beside her. “We have been doing this for as long as I can remember. Off you pop.” Giving her a pat on the rear as encouragement.

The young woman frowned, but didn’t say anything. The Governor’s words did little to inspire confidence and his hand on her arse had been unwanted. Sure this was tradition but it was her that would have to go through with it.

She stood in between the two large pedestals, the ropes being wrapped tightly around her wrists, leaving her arms raised above her head and out from her shoulders and standing almost fully on tiptoes. The other ropes were then tied around her ankles so she was completely secured, standing before the small group and completely helpless.

Those that had tied her stood back as the Governor came forth holding a small necklace in their hand. His gaze once again fixated on her body which she had no means of hiding. 

“This is the final piece to complete the ritual.” He said, looping it over her head so it hung around her neck. “It will signal to the Forest Warden of your presence.”

The Governor stood back, his eyes still greedily stealing a look. “My dear, we shall return in two days, make us proud.” And with that the group started to leave until a few minutes later she was all alone. 

A little while later, the sun was beginning to set and she was starting to feel the cold. Looking down her nipples were standing at attention, the thin dress doing little to maintain much warmth. Her mind wondering how long it would take before the Forest warden would even show up. 

Around her she could hear the rustle of bushes, was that just the wind? In her current predicament she couldn’t do anything. What if it was a bear, or a really big bear or an owlbear?-

~

“Wait a minute,” said Evie, interrupting. “Are you trying to tell me owlbears exist?” 

“But…they do…” Millie stuttered, sounding a bit confused.

“No…” Evie said with a patronizing smile. “Sweetie, those are just a fairytale.” 

“Well actually…” said Alynnya, agreeing with Millie.

Evie turned to Aly.  “Wait, you believe this too?” 

“Honestly, it was Aly who saved me from one not that long ago.” said Millie.

“We saved each other, remember?” Aly said, winking at Millie who blushed in response.

Evie seemed confused.  Millie and Aly were so adamant…were they telling the truth?

Laressa spoke up in a calm, serious voice.  “Evangeline…with all your training and experience, I can’t believe you would be so dismissive.  Just because you haven’t experienced something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist…the things that exist right under your nose might surprise you…”   

Evie sat back and dropped her hands in her lap, her face flushed at being called out and chastised by the redheaded beauty.  

“I’m sorry, Millie.”  Evie looked about and saw the other girls smirking at seeing her put in her place.  “Oh hush, all of you!” she exclaimed with a pout. 

The group started laughing.  Millie let the talking die down a bit before continuing with her story. 

~

Feeling on edge, she tried looking around over her shoulder, doing her best to try and scan around but the ropes holding her made doing so very difficult.  

The rustling stopped, and she was alone again which allowed her to regain her composure albeit very briefly. She started feeling small thuds through the ground beneath her which were steadily getting stronger and louder. The rustling of bushes starting again, the sounds of dead branches snapping underfoot. Around her neck the necklace was now glowing, the forest warden was coming.

Was it too late to back out? Turning her head she did a double take as she saw the creature come into view, with its large frame the Tree Warden towered over her, it’s gaze fixated on the helpless young woman struggling against her bonds.  

The creatures’ eyes were but magical glowing lights, its body made up of wood, bits of stone and covered in leaves and vines. Its powerful maw and sharp clawed hands made it look even more frightening as it loomed closer, making her freeze as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. 

The forest warden quickly announced itself, grabbing hold of both pedestals that she was tied to, cracking under the sheer force of its massive clawed hands. A strong breeze brushed over her, sending the flower out of her hair and blowing her dress, sending bits of leaves in her direction. She felt a chill going up her spine as it leaned in closely behind her.

She felt its earthly breath on the back of her neck, the creature sniffing at her lavender scented hair. Closing her eyes and shivering as the creature continued to examine its offering.  

The warden seemed to approve of what it saw, the young woman opened her eyes as it let go of the right pedestal leaving behind a massive imprint. Reaching around it grabbed at her front, the massive hand getting a full embrace of her upper body, squeezing her firm breasts which caused her to tense up and moan. 

Deciding it had, had enough of her dress the clawed hand seized upon it, yanking it down and ripping it off. She yelped as she looked down to see it disappear, seeing her bare breasts with her body now completely naked except for a few scraps of thread.

“Preeetty.” said the creature, the word said slow and in a deep earthy tongue that was barely understandable. Showing it longed, almost hungrily to become one with her.

She breathed in shallow breaths, a tear began running down her cheek. Oh the maker, she was terrified. Here she was tied between two pedestals and about to be deflowered by a walking tree monster! 

She closed her eyes, resigned to her fate; she hung there still, waiting for the creature to make its move. A full minute seemed to pass but nothing happened. Was this supposed to happen? The young woman hung there confused. Opening her eyes again she turned her head, looking over her shoulder. 

The warden stood there not moving, with its head tilted as if it was studying her reactions. She didn’t fight, she didn’t even cry out or scream like the others before her, she just seemed to be entirely submissive, an act which left the creature unsure of what to do. 

Finally, the warden raised its claw, seeing the young woman turn away, frightened at what it might do. The creature had no intention of hurting her, tearing at the ropes to free her instead. 

She landed in a graceful heap on the ground but even stranger, she didn’t try to flee. Turning to look up at the warden, her beautiful eyes shone, the bright green emeralds shimmering as their eyes met. There was something different that it saw in this woman, her beauty radiant like nature itself.

Gently she got to her feet, an air of trepidation about her as she maintained eye contact with the creature. With both of them still trying to figure the other one out.

“Haaands,” it said slowly, its voice still deep and earthy but with no malice.

She wasn’t quite sure at first what it meant but then she seemed to understand, holding both of her hands up towards the creature, palms up as if ready to embrace. 

The warden held up its own giant hand above, which was massive compared to hers. She watched attentively as vines began appearing from the middle of its palm, the woman gasping as the vines snaked over her wrists and tying them tightly together. 

With the vines connected to its hand, it pulled her closer as it began leading her into the forest and away from the ritual site. The area she knew soon faded into the distance, the young woman having no idea where the warden was taking her.  

However she seemed to trust the creature, having the belief that it knew where it was going, allowing some slack on the vines to allow her to experience what was all around. The deeper into the forest they went the more beautiful sights there became, nature unspoiled by anyone. The beautiful flowers, the leaves even a waterfall in the distance as the sweet smell filled her senses. 

She slowed behind with the creature turning to watch her, with her delicate graceful movements and her curiosity as she was soaked in by nature. Comfortable in her surroundings as she kneeled down to take a moment to sniff the aromas of the flowers, a smile appearing on her face. 

The creature let her roam, watching her with interest as she continued to be absorbed in her experiences, lost in an almost sweet forest reverie where she showed little signs of panic for her predicament or the peril she might face. 

After a little while the warden gave the vines a gentle tug, signalling to her that it was time to move on as the sun continued to fade. Soon, the forest started to become more dark and isolated, her mood changed as her nerves started to get the better of her. 

In her nervousness she turned to the only thing she knew, a song known to her since she was a child. She began singing it, a song of the eternal forest telling of its beauty, its divine protection and the calming of fears. The warden too recognised the song and its words, finding her voice enchanting and slowing down as it yearned to hear more. 

A short time later they arrived at the Warden’s lair which was suitably remote and offered shelter as the light disappeared outside. Inside, magical lights illuminated what appeared to be the hollow inside of a huge ancient tree. 

The young woman was left next to a wooden stump that could be used as a table, the creature letting her go as it ventured further in. With her hands still tied together she could only scan the room, noticing it was beautifully decorated with flowers and other trinkets. On the walls there were even what appeared to be books.  

She pushed herself to her feet as she ventured over to them, curious as to their contents. The creature came back, noticing her curiously perusing its collection. Allowing her a few moments more before depositing fresh fruits on the tree stump. 

“Eeeeaaaaat,” it said, inadvertently making her jump until she realised what it meant.

It had already been a long day and the rumble in her stomach made her realise that she was actually quite hungry. Going back over to the stump she knelt down before it, dining on the delicious fruits it had laid out. Maybe it was her hunger but they tasted fresher and better than she could remember.  

The creature stood there watching her closely as she ate, waiting until she had finished. She used her hands to wipe her mouth, letting out a small burp which made her feel a little embarrassed. 

Her hunger suitably quenched, her mind then turned back to the source of her curiosity. Slowly she stood up, the warden still watching her curiously as she walked over to the books. 

“Please may I read?” She asked, gesturing with her bound hands towards the books.

It seemed to think about it, tilting its head at her but not answering. 

“I would just like to better understand you,”  She continued, offering out her hands towards the creature. “That’s all.” 

At this the warden slowly nodded, which elicited a smile from her as they started to come to an understanding. The books being very large, it took them off of the wall to help her, placing them down on the stump for her to read. 

“Thank you,” she said, enamouring the warden with another smile. 

She then started to read, the books fortunately being written in a common tongue. Her hands still bound, she had some difficulty turning the pages but the creature saw her plight, helping her further by removing the vines on her wrists. 

The books told her of the ancient forests and the wardens being its protectors, the histories and some of the threats that had been faced or continued to face even now. Chief among them was man however they also spoke of dangerous magics which plagued the land too.

She could have continued reading into the night but her yawns gave away that she was now exhausted. 

“Reeeessst.” It said to her, noticing her eyes getting heavy.

She looked around puzzled. “But where am I to sleep?”

The warden slowly raised it’s large hand, pointing to the corner which was barren. 

“Oh…” she said, not particularly enamoured with the location. She began to move towards the corner but the creature stopped her.

From its palm, again the vines spilled forth as the creature constructed what appeared to be a beautiful bed made out of vines and leaves. The young woman’s jaw dropped as she saw what it created, being fascinated by the magic. 

“Reeeessst,” it said again, directing her to lay on what it had just created.

She smiled up at the Warden, “Thank you.” she said, going over and laying down on the bed which was surprisingly very comfy. 

As she drifted off to sleep the warden covered her with a blanket to keep her warm, standing nearby to watch over her and caring for her wellbeing.  

The next couple of days the two deepened their bond as they got to know each other. The young woman was usually quite demure and reserved but she increasingly felt more trusting of him. For the rest of her stay except when she was asleep she felt comfortable remaining naked, something which both found to be natural.

Although the warden was of few words they also furthered their understanding of the other. It made no moves to become intimate with her, just to know her which satisfied their individual curiosities.

On the final night as their time together was coming to an end, she shared her expectations of the ritual in order to receive nature’s blessing, offering herself to the warden as was required of her. 

The creature looked into her eyes at that moment, shaking its head as it sensed that she was not ready. Having become enamoured with her, instead they both made a promise.

The next morning she was returned to the ritual site, having been carried in its arms while she slept. The town governor and the group from before came to find her resting peacefully and covered in a blanket to keep her warm. In her hand was a small ring engraved with a pattern to represent the forest, a gift left to her by the warden.

They were concerned as to what happened but she assured them that the ritual had been a success, telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. As they all left she looked out into the forest, holding the ring to her chest and saying her goodbyes. 

The harvest itself was a success, continuing the prosperity for the town. As for the gift, this remained in her possession, a memento of their time together and of her promise to return. 

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