It was said these woods were haunted by an enchantress. They said that nobody who entered ever left the same, if at all. The local lore was not just words passed down from generation to generation, they were etched into the eyes which echoed a fear from deep within their souls. The legend had it that a spirit enchanted a woman in each generation. Always a buxom, intoxicatingly beautiful woman who would be the embodiment of its powerful enchantments creating an erotic force of nature none could resist.
The whole thing sounded like fiction but I could see where it would lured others in. Still, was here for a purpose. If there was a chance this was real, the possibilities were as endless as they were invigorating. After preparing, I ventured into the woods. The woods were just beginning to awaken from their winter slumber. The occasional chirping for a while was the only sound beside the sound of my foot steps on leaves and branches that littered the ground.
There was still a bit of a chill in the air but as the sun rose the morning was warming me up. The path, as best as I could track, was a long and winding one, almost like a walking path warm like that of a river. I had been walking for hours when I came to a fork in the path, one way leading towards a high ridge and the other sinking deep down toward the river. I had begun to walk up towards the ridge when I felt strange and light headed. The breeze rustling with almost a hint of a voice. I thought better of walking up the ridge with my sudden slight feeling of dizziness. I opted for the path that lead down, further and further down toward the river.
The path sloped deeper and deeper down until it led me right to the river. I knew I was in the right place having gone steadily down for River, the word… yes River not river. I looked and saw how the River led deeper into the woods. The River leading me further, deeper. I followed River and felt tingles down my spine. Despite being in good shape, the longer I followed River, listening to the enchanting sound of the hint of a voice in the wind, the more lethargic I felt. I was just following now, following River.
Reaching a meadow ringed with trees along the River my eyes rose and were met with the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. Her face aglow almost as if by some divine will. Her breasts … her breasts…they were so big and soft and full.
I could hear the voice in what sounded like a lusty whisper that carried to me. “Very good pet. You found me. I know you looked so hard. I know why you think you’ve come to me. Feel yourself so tired from this burden dropping to your knees”.
I was kneeling then, looking up into those magnificent breasts and the sparkling pendant. “You’re so good at going deeper, sinking deeper for River. So good at following River. So easy to go down, down deep for River. Sinking deeper into River, into River’s deep, soft cleavage. Follow River. Sink for River… deeper and deeper… eyes closing. Only my voice and in your mind you see my breasts and pendant….”
Three words echoed in my mind as time seemed to cease to exist “Belong to River. Belong to River. Belong to River. Belong to River.” @rivernixie