Nymphomaniacs: 3 Tales of Sexy Nymphs

By Mallorie Griffin

To Appease a Dryad (Bondage and Size Play):
Tithorea is a beautiful, innocent dryad. One day, as her sisters abandon her for a hunt with Artemis, she stumbles across a stranger in her woods. This stranger wishes to harvest some of her trees, but he must give her something in exchange. What will it take to appease a dryad?

The Needs of a Naiad (Virgin Menage with Older Men, and Virgin Deflowering):
Lilaea is a young, inexperienced Naiad. In fact, unlike most nymphs, she has never laid with a man before. At her sisters’ persuasion, she works up the courage to approach a lone fisherman’s boat. Only this fisherman, Delphis, isn’t alone. His father and uncle find Lilaea, fish her out of the water, and show the virginal Delphis exactly how one treats a nymph.

Frenzied Feast of the Maenad (A Gang Bang and Public Humiliation):
Aetheria the a nymph is welcomed into a gang bang with a group of satyrs, who then turn around and blame her for the theft of Dionysus' wine horn. What will her punishment be?

For mature readers ONLY, due to oral, anal, virgin sex, public humiliation, double and triple penetration, bondage, BDSM, and so much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mallorie Griffin
• Release date: Apr 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476187013

Mallorie Griffin

Mallorie Griffin is an up and coming romance and erotica writer, specializing in paranormal, werewolf, vampire, mythological and fantasy scenarios.

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Nymphomaniacs: 3 Tales of Sexy Nymphs

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To Appease a Dryad

The Needs of a Naiad

Frenzied Feast of the Maenad

To Appease a Dryad

Tithorea knelt by the low scrub at the edge of the forest clearing, watching as her sisters left with Artemis, on the hunt. She was happy for them, but she was not like them. Though they offered many times, she never relished in the killing of another animal, so she declined every time.

She was a dryad, and loved everything that grew. She lived in her forest, and the tree she was bonded to kept her eternally young. Over the many seasons, she watched her children of the forest: squirrels, foxes, birds, badgers, wolves, and even small creatures like earthworms. She understood and loved them all, and they loved her in return.

The dryad pressed her hand down into the soil, urging all the seedlings within to sprout and grow. It was late spring, the very best time of the year for her. The time she was most useful. She stood after a few moments, unable to see her sisters anymore, and melted back into the forest shadows.

The woods were still light, as the liquid sun poured down from above, feeding her seedlings, and herself. She paused at a pool briefly to see her reflection, and to make sure all was in order. Indeed, her soft birch colored skin was pale and milky, and utterly flawless. Her moss green hair fell in tangled curls about her generous, full breasts. A small vine rope cinched her small waist, which widened into the curves of her supple hips. But that was all the ordainment she wore, and she didn't even need that. She just loved the feeling of the plant against her skin. She knelt again and plucked a flower, soothing and healing the stem from which she plucked it, and put that flower in her hair.

Tithorea continued her walk to her home tree, now surveying her forest, looking for any ill-mannered trespassers. There were people out there who would not hesitate to chop one of her beautiful trees down, to build a home, or even worse, to burn it. It physically hurt her, to have such acts be taken toward her children. The dryad sighed. Sometimes she saw children, human children playing in the glade, and she often wondered what it would be like to have one.

She found her home tree quickly, and briefly melded with the trunk, allowing the oak to take her in as part of its flesh. She was cut short when she heard a coughing behind her. She whirled around, glaring at the intruder. It was a man - with an ax! How dare her come into her forest with such a vile weapon, meant only for the slaughter of her innocent woodlands. She bubbled and seethed with rage, and the plants around her grew tall and menacing.

How dare you enter my forest with that thing? she asked. She meant it a statement, but she had never been good with threats. She was far to shy and withdrawn to be imposing.

I came to chop down a tree, the man answered simply.

I do not allow that lightly, Tithorea responded. As she spoke, she spread her influence along the ground, urging her plants upward around the man's shoes, entangling and entrapping him.

He laughed, and with a single gesture, the plants fell apart. Tithorea gasped; this was no mere man, he was a magician of some sort.

I have heard in my travels, that an offering is necessary to appease a dryad, and to allow her to give permission to take a part of the forest. Isn't this true? he asked.

Yes, Tithorea breathed out the single word, unsure of where this was going.

"And what sort of offer would appease a