Nymphed

By Maxwell Avoi

Sean and Travis, out camping, win the attention of a fey queen. In thanks for their having cleaned up her forest, she gives them the opportunity to continue their good work. Travis takes her up on it, only to find that gifts from the fey come with hidden costs. Now he and Sean have to learn how to adjust to Travis having been suddenly...nymphed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maxwell Avoi
• Release date: Jul 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310922749

Maxwell Avoi

Maxwell is an irregular contributor at Fictionmania, and has recently started down the road of independent ebook publishing. He has held several jobs in his life, including DJ, night security guard, front desk worker at a college dorm, and clerk at several gas stations. Only one of those jobs is at all related to writing erotica for Internet sales.Maxwell can be reached at [e-mail]

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Nymphed

By Maxwell Avoi

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Copyright 2014 by Maxwell Avoi

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The day that I met a fairy for the first time I was camping out in the deep woods with my best friend, Sean. Sean and I lived in Arkansas, and there’s nowhere in Arkansas that isn’t an hour or two from seriously deep woods. The deforestation and other blights that have hit some places seemed to have passed our part of the world by, and while there was little old-growth left there was more than enough forest to get lost in.

Sean and I had been camping since high school. We’d kept the tradition going throughout college, meeting every summer to spend a week or two getting back into the woods. We would usually head for the same place, a campsite next to a shallow stream way off in the mountains. I loved that stream; it was wide but only about four feet deep. The top of the water, down to about a foot and a half, was bathwater-warm in the summer. At that point it turned freezing cold without warning, a change that you could feel in your teeth when you dove down. We assumed that it was connected to a spring somewhere. I just knew that it was a popular place for creatures like fish and deer, and that no one else seemed to know about it.

Ever since college our camping times had gotten rarer. I had spent the time trying to break in to the acting field, and Sean had a job working IT for a credit card company. I had recently finished a project that had netted me very little cash, and I had moved back home to live with the parents for a little while. When Sean had called me up I had been wallowing in depression as I tried to figure out what to do with my life.

Trav, seriously, he’d said. We need to get out of here. I’m dying in this job and you obviously need to get out of the house. Let’s take a week in the woods just like we used to.

I hadn’t hesitated. A few weeks later found Sean and I taking the four-wheelers into the woods, down roads that hadn’t been used in years, until we’d come out on the grassy riverbank of the wide stream.

While no one had come by our roads for a while, it was obvious that people had found our spot. There was trash all over the place, and the grass had been mostly chewed up by tires and feet until the bank was little but dirt. There was no one out there when we got there, which was a good thing. The sight of the damage was so traumatic to me that I wasn’t sure what I would have done had someone presented himself as the culprit. I wanted to throw up.

We stood there staring at the mess for a while before Sean finally shrugged and said, I guess we know what we’re going to be doing today.

I nodded and we went to work clearing a spot for our tents. I built a larger-than-usual fire pit while Sean went to work collecting garbage from the area. When I had a good, roaring fire going I helped him out. Burning the trash probably wasn’t the most eco-friendly method of dealing with it but it was what we had; we hadn’t thought to bring several garbage bags with us. Some of the waste we broke down and zipped into a couple of smaller trash bags that we’d brought with us, hoping that we wouldn’t have need of a lot of space on the way out. We believed in packing out whatever we brought in, so we’d planned on taking a little bit of garbage with us.

The area was soon cleaner, and we settled down in front of the remains of the fire. I broke out the cook pan and soon we were eating from a pan of beef ramen noodles spiced up with shreds of jerky. It wouldn’t have passed any nutrition test on the planet but we’d been eating the same thing since we’d started camping and weren’t about to stop now.

So what’s he plan for tomorrow? I said.

Usual. Fishing. Maybe some hunting if we feel like it.

So fishing.

Sean grinned at me before heading inside to lie down. We’d brought sleeping bags, but summer in Arkansas doesn’t fuck about; the bags were used for pads, and if we ever felt the need to cover ourselves we’d each brought a couple of sheets. The smoke from the fire kept the mosquitoes down to a dull roar, so I just sat out there and enjoyed the quiet a bit before turning in.

After one of the best night’s sleep that I’d had in a long time, I woke up to find Sean shaking my shoulder. I whacked him with my hand, still mostly asleep, and said, Dude, what? Have you got a schedule or something?

"Travis…Trav, you have to see this. Get up, seriously, now."

I sat up and rubbed at my eyes before I could focus on him, and it was only then that I realized how freaked-out that he looked. Sean’s eyes were wide and his skin was pale, and he looked slightly out of focus because he was shaking so hard.

Jesus, are you okay? I said.

Just get out here. He withdrew, heading back outside.

I fumbled into my pants and boots, and I crawled out to join him.

He wasn’t alone.

There was a tall woman standing on the bank of the stream, looking out toward the water. Her hair brushed the dirt next to her tiny bare feet; her locks started dark brown at her scalp, turned a deep red color, and then lightened to gold. The ends of the strands looked green. I couldn’t see more than her hair and feet before she turned around. Her eyes were huge, and I couldn’t tell what color they were. It was the strangest thing: every time that I thought I knew the color, it was different.

I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t look at the rest of her; her eyes held me completely. I got the impression that she smiled, and then she said, Travis, correct?

I nodded, unable to speak.

The smile (probably) remained. "I am Revinia. I am the Lady of these woods, this stream. I wanted to thank you for the care shown during this last day, when you cleaned the banks and disposed of the garbage.