The Quest for the Green Rose: An adventure with Nymphs

A Captain John (Jack) Walker Adventure.

The business card on top of the ancient oak desk said “Capt. J. Walker (Rtd). Adventurer (lic’d)”

The woman lying naked on the desk was also being licked.

“Oh,” she moaned, “you have to stop, I have a job for you.”

The man between her thighs said “mmm.”

“I’m serious,” she said, “it’s an adventure. It’s right up your alley.” Standing, the naked man manoeuvred his cock, saying “I’ve got just the thing for your alley.”

Twenty minutes later, as they were both getting dressed, the man, also known as Capt. Walker said, “tell me about this adventure, Pet.”

His business associate, Ms Petronella Raven, replied. “All the details are in this dossier,” dropping a thick file on the desk labeled ‘The Green Rose’, “it’s a mythical treasure that hasn’t been seen for over fifteen hundred years. According to ancient stories, the Green Rose can only be found in the heart of the Great Forest. Some historians claim it is guarded by a legion of fierce warrior women. Others state that another Nature itself protects the rose. Scholars consider the whole story complete fantasy.”

“What do you think” asked the Captain as he adjusted his belt.

Buttoning her blouse, Petronella replied, “I think you’re getting paid a lot of money to find out.”

Grinning, he started to unbutton her blouse, despite the best efforts of her nimble fingers. “How about you give me a full debriefing…”

Twenty minutes later after he dressed, again, he left the office and his latest adventure began.

It was just like travelling through time. In a little over 24 hours he had gone from the 21st Century back two hundred years. Travelling first by jet, then high speed train and finally by Uber, he was now standing in a small rural village on the edge of a foreboding forest outside the village pub, The Buxom Arms, a building that could easily be 300 years old. Carrying his bulky pack in one hand, he entered and walked over to the bar.

A roaring fire warmed the half dozen weary, rustic folk sitting at tables scattered around the room. All talk had ceased once he crossed the threshold.

“Evening all,” he said to the room in general, “I’d like a pint of your best and a room for the night please” he directed to the bulky barman.

“That’ll be cash, in advance,” grumbled the barman.

Our hero sat at an empty table, in a dark corner away from the warming fire, but he felt all eyes upon him. He kicked his pack under the table, out of sight.

A buxom young girl brought his drink.

“I’m told you are staying the night. Care for some dinner?” She asked. “We have some stew left.”

“Sounds fine. What can you suggest for dessert?”

She grinned and blushed simultaneously. “I’m sure I could find something to please you Sir,” she smiled as she spoke.

Their hands brushed briefly as she passed his drink over.

“Thank you. I look forward to something sweet after dinner,” he said.

She soon returned with a hearty meal and another tankard of the local brew.

“I hear that you are staying with us. My name is Sally. The nights are cold. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to keep you warm.”

“If anything pops up, I’ll let you know first,” he replied.

After he had eaten, the barman came over, sat at his table and spoke.

“We don’t get many strangers here. Tell me, how long do you expect to be with us and what do you intend to do in our tiny cultural backwater? You don’t look like an average tourist. I couldn’t help but notice your pack. It looks like you have something serious in mind.”

“It’s a bit of a story. How’s about you get another drink for me and one for yourself and I’ll explain.”

The barman nodded to Sally who quickly got the drinks and brought them over.

Passing his business card across to the barman, he spoke. “Call me Walker. I’m interested in the Dark Forest. I’ve heard tales of mystery and possibly vast treasures, for those brave enough to solve the riddles.”

“Only those who survive, enjoy the treasures,” said the barman whose name he said was Baker. “Many have gone into the forest and none in my lifetime have returned.”

“Perhaps you can offer me some advice?” asked Walker.

He took a long sip of his drink and looked Walker up and down before replying. “I have plenty to tell and I suspect nothing I say will discourage you.”

Sally sat down at a nearby table and listened intently. A hush fell over the room. All ears were listening.

“See that garland of flowers above the bar,” began Baker gesturing to a string of fresh red roses entwined in a circlet, hanging from a nail. “They were picked 100 years ago by the only person to have safely returned.”

“What was his name?” Walker asked.

“Anna, her name was Anna.” It was Sally who interrupted. “She is the only one to come out alive and she stayed six months before going back. I know, she was my great, great, grandmother.”

Baker continued. “There are unnatural dangers in that forest. Wood nymphs, tree spirits and ancient creatures.”

“Evil?” Asked Walker.

“Not essentially evil,” said Baker. “They have their own ancient moral values. It doesn’t translate into modern ‘evil’ because they haven’t been corrupted by our lifestyle.”

“You call yourself an Adventurer,” Baker. “Have you ever encountered a nymph before?”

“I’ve had my share of nymphomaniacs,” laughed Capt Walker.

“Nymphs are no laughing matter,” Baker stated. “They seem ageless, permanently young and forever attractive. They are the eternal guardians of the Dark Forest.”

“Not sure how this is supposed to be bad,” began the Captain.

“Have you ever picked a wild flower? Stepped on a branch and broken it? Cut firewood? Nymphs consider all of these things to be punishable by death. Men, all men are the enemies of the Dark Forest.
Any man who goes into the Dark Forest, never comes out.
The history of men is to wage cultural genocide against all living things, especially trees. Ever since man discovered fire, forests have suffered.”

Laughing, the Captain said “I find this hard to believe. You know all about the Dark Forest, but no one has ever come back to tell you.”

“Don’t laugh too soon, friend,” said Sally. “Men aren’t safe from nymphs, but it is different for girls. My great, great grandmother Anna had many stories of nymphs. Tales that she experienced herself and they’d make your hair curl.”

“It’s late," said Baker. “Last drinks. Everyone go home.”

Sally turned to the Captain and said, “your room is at the top of the stairs, first on the right. I’ll be up soon to turn down your bed.” She smiled and winked. “I’ve already arranged to have your bed warmed for you.”

“I hope I can show you my full appreciation,” said the Captain.

“One final word,” said Baker, “if you insist on entering the Dark Forest, please pay your bill before leaving…”

Darkness had settled around the village, bringing almost complete silence and stillness while Baker and the Captain continued their talk.

There was a sense of foreboding as the Captain climbed the stairs to his room. The door creaked as he stepped inside. Candles burning low on the mantle provided just enough illumination to show the big four poster bed. He stripped all his clothes off before he noticed the lump in his bed. Blonde hair cascaded across the pillow. He smiled as he reached out to gently touch the shoulder resting under the covers.

Sally turned. “Good evening Sir, your bed is prepared.” She lifted the covers to reveal her naked body reclining before him. “Join me and I’ll share some Secrets of The Nymphs of the Deep Forest.”

The candle light showed Sally’s big soft breasts, her rosy red nipples resting on soft white skin. Sally opened her legs, revealing her lush bush of pubic hair. Candle light flickered as her fingers worked between her red lips. She was wet and juicy as she stared at the Captain’s nude body. Her eyes watched as his penis grew long and hard.

Her fingers were dripping wet when she brushed them on her nipple. The Captain licked his lips as her nipple became firm. He bent over and took her nipple in his mouth. He tasted her juices as his tongue teased.

Reaching out, Sally pulled his hips down onto the bed. Pinning his shoulders to the bed, Sally mounted him and her small wet cunt quickly engulfed his cock. It was tight and she groaned as she forced herself on him. Moonlight made her breasts glow as they bounced up and down.
It was the most intense lovemaking he had ever experienced. In a few brief seconds he completely lost all control.

His climax exploded, his cum shot deep inside Sally as she straddled him.

He could barely speak as Sally grinned at him. “Wood nymphs are very skilled at using sex to kill. Men in the Dark Forest die smiling.”

“How,” he tried to say, “do you know?”

“I’ve been inside the Dark Forest. I know some of its secrets and I know that without my help, you will never see the Green Rose!”

Sally was sitting on Cap Walker’s lap, his cock slowly softening in her pussy. His cum dribbling onto his groin. She wriggled before she hopped off him with a soft pop.

“I can tell you everything you need to know about nymphs after you’ve made me cum. And then, only if you promise to take me with you, into the Dark Forest. You will need me if you hope to escape from the Crypt of Lieberkuhn.”

She stopped talking as her lips closed around his flaccid cock.

Licking his cum from the soft knob, tasting her own juices on his shaft. Her nimble fingers clutching his balls, her fingernails tangling with his pubes.In only a few seconds, there was movement, her teeth pulling on his stiffening flesh.

As soon as he was solid enough, her hands took over, rubbing and stretching him until he stood proudly erect. Her lips sucked up the cum that had oozed onto his lap, then they kissed across his belly.

Finally, her lips reached his and they kissed passionately.

He almost didn’t notice when she manoeuvred her cunt onto his erect cock, drawing him into her body. Entwined in ecstasy they rolled and writhed, kissing and thrusting, until together they climaxed.

They blissfully dozed.

Sally woke first. Leaning over him, her nipples tickled his nose. First her left, then her right, lightly touching his nose, edging towards his mouth, teasing him out of sleep. His blue eyes opened to her soft white breasts floating in front of him. Her green eyes seemed to glow in the half light.

“Wake up,” she said, “dawn is an hour away and I have much to tell you.”

“Firstly, do not travel at night. Establish your camp early and don’t leave your tent in darkness, no matter what happens. Nymphs own the night. Your life would be forfeit.

Never touch a living plant or animal for any reason. All life is protected by the Forest. Wood nymphs protect the trees, water nymphs linger in the rivers, streams and springs. Mountain nymphs reside in dark caves and grottoes. Plants and flowers have their own guardians.

To survive, you need to honour and submit to the nymphs. Ideally, you should help the nymphs by performing certain tasks that they set for you.

Last night Baker was wrong when he said there was no evil in the Dark Forest. At its heart lies The Crypt of Lieberkuhn, and that is evil incarnate. It was sealed eons ago, before the time of man. We can only hope that it remains closed. Even the smallest crack would spell doom for the world.

You are an adventurer, but you cannot complete this task alone. I was in the Dark Forest as a child. I can guide but cannot protect you.

Are you up for this challenge?”

“Tell me about the Green Rose,” he asked. “I need to know more about its location and its protectors.”

“Ah, the famed Green Rose! It is not what you expect.

Yes, it lies within the Dark Forest. It grows wild and free. Many colours of roses can be found in the Forest but only one bush produces the fabled Green! It can be found deep within a valley, the same one that shields the Crypt of Lieberkühn. Are you prepared to journey through the Crypt?”

“I’m thinking that I should call my associate, Professor Petronella Raven. Prof Raven has many outstanding qualifications and has journeyed with me many times. Together we conquered Mons Venus!”

“I’m impressed,” said Sally thoughtfully, “she sounds suited for the role. But we cannot wait for her. I can leave instructions to guide her. We must leave at dawn.”

Light was beginning to show on the horizon as Sally began dressing. He sighed wistfully as her delicate breasts were buttoned away behind her shirt. He started dressing once she slid her long legs into her tight blue jeans. Departure could not be delayed.

Leaving some cash on the bar, they helped themselves to a quick breakfast, packing the leftovers as they went.

They started crossing the field behind the pub just as the first rays of sunshine crested the horizon. The morning dew was damp on their boots and the day promised to be golden, until they reached the edge of the field and the eaves of the Dark Forest loomed gloomily ahead.

The Captain stopped to survey the dark obstacle in front of them. The village behind him sat in the middle of a lush valley. The two mountain ranges that formed the valley, crashed together with wild untamed forests covering steep hills and stark cliffs before cascading down onto the valley floor.

Man had tamed and farmed the lowland fields. Nature unbridled, ruled the forest.

From where he stood, he could make out several waterfalls leaping from perilous cliffs high on the mountains surrounding the Dark Forest and disappearing into the treetops. Trees that had never felt an axe towered over thick, dense undergrowth. There was no evidence of any entrance or trails leading in under the heavy foliage.

Sally ran up and down, searching for an entrance. He could hear her muttering and mumbling to herself. Suddenly, she disappeared as she fell into a natural hole on the edge of the field, close to one of the largest trees.

“At last! I’ve found it!” She cried. ”The belly button! Follow me!”

Sally started crawling on all fours towards the Dark Forest. She almost disappeared in the undergrowth, her peachy arse barely constrained by her jeans was something he would willingly follow anywhere.

“Get down on your belly, it’s the only way in,” she called back to him as she crawled away and he lost sight of her. Dropping onto his belly, he followed the trail of crushed vegetation and slowly, carefully he entered the Dark Forest.

As he crawled, the warm sun on his back was replaced by an oppressive coldness. Sally helped him to his feet in a small clearing between massive trees. Looking up, he could only see thick, entwined branches heavy with dark green leaves.

The air was heavy and oppressive. The heat was unbelievable. He looked at Sally. Drops of sweat dribbled down between her breasts. His shirt was wet and sticking to his broad chest.

“We’re in!” She exclaimed. “Night falls quickly here. Let’s find somewhere to camp and get some rest.”

He willingly agreed. His jeans already felt like a tent was being erected by a team of eager Boy Scouts.

Sally found a small clearing not far from the edge of the Dark Forest. He tried to orient himself. Looking through the trees, he could just make out the golden glow of the fields. They were so close, yet they seemed so far away. There were no tracks or trails to follow. The canopy of trees shrouded the sky. It was impossible to tell if it was noon or dawn. The little light that managed to get to the forest floor cast shadows in every direction. He pulled a compass from his shirt pocket. The ever reliable needle spun lethargically, aimlessly, unable to find north if his life depended on it.

“Yeah, as if my life depended on it…” he muttered to himself.

He went to the small tent that he’d just finished putting up. Sally had chosen the spot. A recent storm had caused a large tree to crash to the ground. Falling, it had dragged some of the canopy down with it. He pitched the tent so that it backed onto the fallen log, offering some protection from whatever could come at them from that direction. The constant heat sucked the life from him as he struggled to set up the equipment inside the tent. Nothing of value was to be left outside. There was barely room for the two sleeping bags amongst the gear that came from his pack.

Sally poked her head through the tent flap. “We have to rough it tonight. I can’t risk a fire until I’ve had a better chance to see where we are. I think an early night, with plenty of rest, is needed.”

Sweat stained clothing was peeled away.

Sally’s green eyes melted as she watched him strip off his jeans. She’d been thinking of his cock all day, remembering how she had ridden it all of the previous night.

It was not just sweat that had made her underwear wet. She licked her lips.

The tent was small and cramped. Two sleeping bags were spread out on the ground. Everywhere else was crowded with gear and supplies.

Kneeling they faced each other, the oppressive heat causing sweat to run down their naked bodies.

He softly kissed her mouth, his tongue snaking between her lips. His hard cock brushed against her soft belly. She eagerly kissed him back, her mouth open, her tongue wrestling with his.

Her hands reached out to his hips and groin. They both fell onto the soft fabric of the sleeping bags. Her fingers curled around his firm shaft, pulling him down towards her wet aching pussy. He positioned himself above her.

He wanted her and she wanted him.

Effortlessly, he manoeuvred his body, adjusting her open legs so that they easily wrapped around his waist. One hand teased her pubic hair, tickling her as he worked towards her lips.

First one finger then a second lightly teased her pussy. He could feel her wetness. Her hand was guiding his erection, pushing the knob against her engorged clit. Her body responded to his fingers, arching her back as he gently thrust down. His knob pushed into her, his penis sliding between her wet lips.

Her thighs gripped him. Her hand clasped onto his arse. She pulled his body tight as he entered her. He felt her cunt squeeze his cock, holding it firmly as he slowly moved back and forward. Every thrust pushed him deeper into her. Every withdrawal teased his knob.

“I want your cum,” she said, “don’t stop. Fill me!”

He continued to thrust, rocking her body every time. His balls slapped against her, his shaft knocking her clit.

He came with a grunt, his load of cum more than filling her sweet pussy.She squealed with delight.

“I have to taste you, give me your cock,” she stammered, moving underneath him. Her hands took hold of his wet, sticky penis, as they shuffled around in the tight space of the tent. Sweaty bodies awkwardly moving.

When her lips were finally in reach of his penis, her tongue licked his wet knob with delight. She tasted his cum on her tongue, curling the tip to scoop up his essence, smacking her lips together as she relished his taste. Her mouth closed around his penis, sucking the tender knob, feeling him squirm.

Not to be out done, he panted like a puppy as his hot breath excited the over aroused flesh of her cunt. She held herself above him, his cum dripping from her pussy lips onto his face, her juices flowing freely. His hands reached around to pull her arse down onto his face, almost smothering him, as his mouth opened wide to match her already stretched cunt. Immediately, his tongue shot into her, licking up her juices as his lips searched for her clit.

His cock slowly disappeared into her mouth, his shaft wet with her juices. Her nose inhaled his musky smell as she buried her face in his groin. She was almost choking as the full length of his penis was drawn into her mouth. Pulling out, her saliva covered his shaft and her hand easily slipped around his cock. The exposed knob, bright red, as her hand moved up and down, wanking him.

His tongue found her firm clit and his lips sucked hard on it.

Pre cum joined her saliva as she gleefully wanked his cock inches from her laughing face.

His teeth teased her clit, nibbling on her lips as his tongue lapped the full length of her cunt.

Simultaneously, both bodies tensed as a second climax engulfed them both. Suddenly his face was awash with her juices as she came in a rush. His aroused cock shot a load of cum across her face. Hot drops of spunk landing in and around her mouth.

Her delicate fingers scooped up his cum from her cheek, letting it drip onto her tongue. She smiled as she swallowed.

“I’m not quite finished,” she whispered “do you want to watch?”

He was kneeling between her thighs, looking down at her naked body splayed before him. He watched as her nimble fingers explored her nude flesh. Her index finger played with her pubes. Her long fingernails teasing and curling the tiny hairs.

Her other hand toyed with her wet pussy lips. Cum, sweat and her own juices were a sticky combination. She loved the feel of her wet skin and juicy swollen lips.

Carefully two of her fingers disappeared inside her stretched cunt, seeking her magic spot.

He watched her, knuckle deep, and frantically fucking herself. A blissful smile crept across her cum covered face. As she became more aroused, his cock grew stiff.

He started to rub his own cock in time with her fingers.

“Do it babe,” she moaned, “shoot your cum over my wet cunt!”

So he did.

Day after day, a pattern was established. Daylight hours were spent trekking behind Sally who led the way along tracks that seemed to disappear behind them. Nights were endless sessions of unbridled passion. He was an experienced and agile lover, but even he was surprised by his improved stamina. No sooner than Sally had drained his essential essence than he recovered sufficiently to bring them both to climax again. All night they engaged in nonstop sex and each night only ended when complete exhaustion overtook him.

Sleep was limited to brief snatches between the endless passion.

Each day started with him weary from the night’s exertions.
Each night started with him on the edge of physical collapse after walking through the dense undergrowth for hours.

In his eyes, Sally appeared to grow stronger and more attractive each day. The muscles of her toned body that enthralled him each night were more athletic and chiseled while he seemed weaker and feeble.
Despite a healthy diet of fruits and berries that Sally collected each day, washed down by crystal clear water from mountain streams, he remained hungry and his sexual hunger grew each night despite Sally’s efforts to sate his longing.

He lost track of time. Was it a week or a month?

The daily routine commenced with Sally leaving the tent just before dawn, returning with armfuls of natural fruits. The food gave him enough strength to follow Sally as she selected trails that he could not discern. He walked in her footsteps until she stopped late in the afternoon to establish camp. After a wholesome meal of more fruit and berries, they would enter the tent to spend the night wrestling and writhing, their naked bodies joined in never ending coitus.

Until, one morning, he opened his sleep heavy eyes. There had been a strange sound outside the tent that had woken him. He carefully extracted his body from Sally’s and stepped outside. There was a tinge of light on the treetops. He couldn’t see the horizon, but he estimated dawn was not far off.

A chill in the air nipped at his naked body as he stood outside the tent. The fire had burned low. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head and his vision.

“Hello” he said. His voice was hollow.

At the edge of the small clearing, two vague shapes seemed to flow out of the darkness of the surrounding forest. As he watched, two distinctly female forms appeared.

The one on the left was tall, lithe and wearing a gossamer gown that shimmered a soft blue that highlighted her long blonde hair. On the right, auburn hair fell down onto a similar gossamer gown of brown and tan hues.

“My name is Calypso,” said the sky blue figure on the left.

“Welcome traveller, I am Electra” spoke the auburn haired beauty with fire in her eyes.

“What brings you to the Nymphs Forest? And what can you tell us of our Sister, who left so many years ago.”

Finding his voice, he said “I seek the Green Rose.”

“Interesting,” said Electra, her eyes sparking, “what you seek is not far, yet out of your reach.”

“Beware, the Crypt of Lieberkühn is also close by,” added Calypso. “Are you man enough to master its secrets?”

Awkwardly, he was aware of his nudity.

In front of these two fantastic female forms, he suddenly did not feel completely up to the task. Overwhelmed, his manhood shrunk.

Glancing at his diminished assets, Electra laughed.

“Fear not, we nymphs can easily boost your confidence. We crave satisfaction and our methods will help you grow. You have great potential to please and we can be on hand to assist you.”

Calypso stepped towards him. Her gossamer gown flowed around her lithe body, accentuating all her curves. Her ample breasts swayed as she moved, her nipples enticing him. Her sky blue eyes gleamed as she walked.

“Let me encourage you,” she said.

Her gown shimmered and melted away. He was captivated by her body as she moved next to him. He gazed at her deep blue eyes, two pools that reflected the summer sky. He wanted to dive into her eyes and swim forever, tranquility engulfing him. Like the crystal clear waters of a desert oasis, his thirst overwhelmed him.

A spark on his elbow jolted him back to reality.

Electra had lightly touched his arm. He turned to face her. Electra stood beside him, her golden gown had fallen like autumn leaves, revealing her naked body, warm against his skin. Gold flecks, like the sparks from a mid winter bonfire, danced in her eyes.

Electra’s hand caressed his cheek, turning his face to hers. Her lips touched his, sparking excitement coursing through his body.

Calypso was kneeling at his feet. Her warm hands were on his hips, her mouth open to take his growling penis, her moist lips ready to close around his knob.

Passion washed over him.

He lost all focus. These two fantastic females completely overwhelmed him. They enticed him and encouraged him and he was captivated.
Time unmeasurable passed in the blink of an eye.

When he came groggily to his senses, he was still standing naked, in front of the small tent.

He was alone.

Night had fallen.

The small fire illuminated the campsite. He was alone.

“Are you okay?” Sally’s voice from inside the tent called to him.

He returned to her arms, unsure of events. Had he been dreaming?
Sally greeted him with an open mouthed kiss and smiled knowingly.

She licked her lips and said “I see you’ve met Electra.” She ran her finger along the shaft of his penis, then licked her fingertip. “And Calypso too!” Her green eyes burned brightly with the fire of a thousand emeralds.

“It’s about time. I’ve been wondering where they were. Get dressed. It’s time to open the Crypt of Lieberkühn!”


Minutes later, they were standing outside the tent. He was wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Sally was similarly dressed, but her t-shirt was emerald green, matching her eyes.

They were alone.

“Quickly, we have to catch them up,” Sally cried as she ran off into the forest. He followed, as fast as he could.

Running, he tried to keep up. Sally disappeared around a bend. Sprinting, he turned around the base of a large tree to see what appeared to be a solid rock face, set in the base of a sheer cliff.
Standing around a small key shaped hole, at waist height, in the otherwise smooth rock face, were four female figures. They appeared to be deep in conversation.

“Hello then,” he said.

They turned to face him.

“Hello darling,” said dark haired Petronella Raven, covered head to foot, in a black leather catsuit.

Calypso and Electra both nodded a greeting.

Sally smiled shyly.

“You obviously got my message, Pet. Did you have any trouble getting here?” he said, trying and failing to look unsurprised.

Petronella laughed. “As if I’d need help. This sounded like a real girls adventure, a gossip session.”

“Settle Pet.” He laughed. “I assume this is the famous Crypt of Lieberkühn. Have you figured out how we can not only get in, but get out again without actually opening up this mother? Or do I have to do all the work?”

“You? A mere male? Have you solved the Riddle of the Crypt? I find that hard to believe!” said Calypso.

“A conundrum that has baffled the best of all nymphs, has been answered by you? You can find and rescue the Green Rose!” cried Electra.

“Um, yes,” he said. “It’s not that difficult once you understand that the Green Rose is not inside the Crypt. The Rose escaped years ago. You see, while my body has trekked aimlessly through the Dark Forest, my mind has been free to explore all aspects of this paradox.”

Taking off his jacket and carefully placing it on the ground, he continued.

“It all goes back to something Baker said at the Pub. ‘Nymphs,’ he said ‘are the eternal guardians of the Dark Forest and all men are the enemies of the Dark Forest’ yet someone managed to enter and leave the forest, unharmed, 100 years ago.”

He removed his t-shirt as he talked.

“The thing that clinched it for me was the Garland of Protection hanging in the Pub. They were red roses, or at least they were 100 years ago.”

“Sally, you said it was your great, great grandmother, Anna who is the only one to have come out of the Dark Forest alive and she stayed six months before going back. I know, she was actually your mother! And she was pregnant with you when she left the Forest.”

His jeans dropped to the ground and he stepped out of them casually. Naked, he continued his story.

“You were born in the Realm of Men, I suspect at the Pub! The Garland of Protection is actually made of your namesake flowers. Roses!”

He walked over to Petronella, taking the zip on her catsuit and slowly pulling it from her neck to her navel. He peeled off her suit, uncovering her nakedness in one move.

Calypso and Electra, already naked, their gossamer gowns having faded from sight, stood on either side of Sally. Electra removed her jeans while Calypso took off her jacket and shirt.

He smiled as he looked at the four beautiful naked women before him. Each one a goddess in their own way.

Sally, blonde hair, green eyes; Calypso with sky blue eyes; red haired Electra with eyes of golden brown; and raven haired Petronella.

Four nymphs and one male.

He was in paradise.

Sally laughed loudly.

“What a neat solution,” she said, “you’ve got it all sorted and wrapped it up nicely. You end up as the hero and you have four females to pleasure and please you. Eight soft breasts to kiss and caress, eight firm nipples to suck and best of all, four tight wet cunts to endlessly fuck.”

“Even now, I can see your dick growing with anticipation.”

“Well, clever dick,” she said, tweaking the knob of his talented appendage, “please explain the Secret of The Crypt of Lieberkühn. We stand at the entrance with the lock sealed shut. We still need to get in and more importantly, get out again, without disturbing the sleeping evil.”

“I agree it’s hard,” he said as her hand closed around his shaft.

“However, Ms Sally-Rose, an experienced adventurer,” he continued as his hands reached out to cup her breasts, “even one with his hands full of trouble, can nip the problem in the bud.” He tweaked her rosy red nipples as he spoke.

“Petronella my pet, do you remember how we avoided the Curse of the Pharaoh’s Tomb? When we liberated those priceless artefacts from the sealed tomb? Anyone breaking the seal on the entrance to the tomb was to be cursed with impotence, yet we both survived. That entrance remains sealed to this day.”

“I do,” answered Petronella, “but we are dealing with Lieberkühn. An entity of almost pure evil. Pharaoh at his worst cannot be compared to Lieberkühn.”

“True,” he said, “so we must ensure Lieberkühn remains asleep. This is what we’ll do. Sally-Rose and I go through the front door and, if necessary, cause a bit of a distraction. Pet, you go through the back door with Calypso and Electra. Get everything of value that you can carry and get out again.”

“We regroup, and get out.”

Petronella, Calypso and Electra disappeared into the Forest.

Sally-Rose turned to him, a tinge of worry in her voice. “Nymphs for eons have tried to open this door. How do we do it?”

“Nymphs are not equipped like me. You have the key in your hand!”
He moved to the solid rock face. The unusual keyhole was waist high.

Intrigued, Sally-Rose, still holding his erect shaft, suddenly realised what he intended.

“No!” she exclaimed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Admit it, no nymph could do this,” he slowly pushed the knob of his penis into the keyhole. It was a perfect fit.

Suddenly the solid rock face blurred, and disappeared. Together they fall into the mountain. Dirt explodes everywhere. Unable to see and choking on dust, they stumble to their knees.

Eventually things settled. They are alone, in a long dark corridor. Lamps flickering at intervals provide enough light to see.

Holding hands, they start down the passage.

Naked and alone they walked forward. They couldn’t retreat. The red rock wall behind them was solid and smooth. No sign of a keyhole.

Taking Sally-Rose’s hand in his, he led the way. A soft glow illuminated the corridor but there was no obvious sign of lights or lamps.

He reached out to touch the smooth rock wall. It was warm and a little damp.

“Are we inside the Crypt of Lieberkühn?” Sally-Rose asked.


“I’m not sure. If I didn’t know better I’d say this rock wall is alive. Could there be another guardian between us and our treasure?”

Sally-Rose squeezed his hand a little tighter.

“From memory,” he continued, “Lieberkühn is an essential spirit. A male deity that has been locked away by the nymphs for his crimes against humanity. I don’t want to wake him and we can’t risk him escaping. I’m hoping the final guardian is something I can manage.”

The corridor narrowed.

Sally-Rose dropped behind as the soft walls began to close in. A wet sticky substance oozed from the walls. It didn’t impede their progress, in fact their naked bodies slid easily through the tightening passage.

With a grunt, he thrust through the closing walls. Sally-Rose popped out behind him. The area had opened out to a low cave like structure.

A silver pool lay before them. Across the water, on a small rise, there was something that looked like a large stone altar . A figure clothed in silver was motionless on the slab. Incense burners around the altar provided a soft glow illuminating everything and casting a warm fragrance of oil and honey.

Boldly he stepped into the water. It was warm.

Like everything in this foreign place, it turned out to be something other than water. His toes were sticky. The water was thick and white. His feet splashed and a musky scent rose from the lake.

“I can’t enter that,” exclaimed Sally-Rose. “It’s an essential essence that I can’t be overexposed to. I can’t explain it, but it’s totally alien to me.”

He waded knee deep before turning to her. “I feel okay, in fact, I feel better than I have for days. Whatever this is, it’s restoring and I feel rejuvenated!” As he spoke, his manhood stirred.

The silver pool wasn’t deep. He strode on, the milky liquid reaching his waist at the deepest point. As he walked out of the pool, the sticky substance dripped from his body, lingering on his growing penis.

He could finally clearly see the figure on the altar. It appeared to be a sleeping female, resting on her back wearing a sheer white silk gown. He was near enough to see her breathing softly. He watched as her perfectly formed breasts moved as she quietly slept.

He was aroused.

He stepped out of the silver pool onto the warm rock. He was less than 5 metres from the reclining figure. He could clearly see her fine features. Her silver hair crowned her majestic face. Lines of experience were visible in the corners of her closed eyes.

“Stop!”

Her eyes opened suddenly as she spoke.

He froze where he stood.

“Do you come to slay me and release the terror of Lieberkühn?”

Her voice was warm and clear. It felt like silver notes flashing through the quiet of the night. He was frozen, unable to speak. Her voice had an edge of power that he could not resist. If this was his final adversary, he wasn’t sure that he would win.

Smoothly, the figure moved and sat up, facing him. He felt her gaze wash over him. She smiled and his heart began beating again!

“Welcome stranger. I see no evil in your heart. And welcome to my sister/daughter. You are wise to stay on your side of the pool. It is the essence of those who have tried and failed to better me in the past. It would not be good for you to touch.

“But Sir, what is it that you seek?

You have not come to slay me, yet you are here. You bring no weapons, yet I see that you carry steel in your groin. Do you intend to duel with me?”

As she spoke, her long legs swung off the altar. She faced him as her silver gown slid off her shoulders. Her legs opened slightly and she smiled.

“Show me what you can do, I want to see if your performance can please me.”

He understood. The challenge was accepted.

He moved first. His right hand flashed down to grasp his growing penis. He looked across to her fully exposed body, her succulent breasts and large firm nipples. He sighed as she opened her legs towards him. His eyes were drawn to her soft red lips. He could see from where he stood that her lithe fingers had encouraged some of her juices to form.

The sight of her beautiful body had the effect he desired. He rubbed his erect penis and was rewarded with enough pre cum to lubricate his hand and fingers. He groaned softly as his wet fingers worked up, over, around and down his hard red knob.

He was vaguely aware of Sally-Rose moaning behind him. He had heard that sound many times. He knew that she was busy playing with herself.

His shaft was hard and wet in his hand. Gently he caressed his balls, wanting, aching for them to empty. He pumped his fist. His eyes briefly closed as he imagined the silver headed woman submitting to his trusts.

With a shout he opened his eyes and saw her face smiling back at him.

He couldn’t control himself anymore and his spunk burst from his knob.

Ribbons of his white sperm shot towards her as his climax overwhelmed him.

“Impressive,” she whispered, “now it’s my turn.”

Smiling, she wriggled slightly on the edge of the altar. Her naked pussy was open to him. The fingers of one hand had already been busy and they were noticeably wet. He watched as they slipped in between her lips, disappearing up to her knuckle.

She sighed as she swapped hands. Her wet fingers started to rub her juices around her ruby red nipples. They glistened in the half light. He could see them growing firm as her wet fingers traced rings around her areola.

Her eyes closed. He could tell that she was enjoying the brisk way her fingers worked. Her breathing was getting faster, her breasts began to heave as she panted. He could see that her fingers had found her firm clit and were intent on getting it fully aroused.

Her whole body swayed as her hands pushed fingers deep inside her.
Both hands were at her pussy. Her lips were stretched and her clit was firm. He could hear the slippery sounds as she wanked herself.

Finally, with a soft squeal, she climaxed. Waves of pleasure washed over her entire body. Her heart was beating against her chest, her eyes were closed in bliss.

“I think it’s a draw. We both win,” she eventually managed to say.

“I agree,” he said. Her performance had successfully aroused him. His cock stood proudly pointing at her.

He wanted more.

He looked at her, reclining on the solid slab, her legs open and inviting.

In two steps he could be next to her, his hard cock next to her wet lips. One quick thrust and he would be deep inside her.

He wanted it, and he could tell that she wouldn’t resist.

She was his to take!

“Babe, wait!”

The soft voice cut into his excited brain. It was Sally-Rose!
“Take me,” she begged, “fuck me”

“I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me!” she cried.

The lusty fog cleared. His sharp mind returned. The paradox! The final Crypt guardian was satisfied, but not defeated. If he tried to take things further with her he would risk breaking the Seal and releasing Lieberkühn.He had to accept that he had achieved as much as humanly possible.

Reluctantly, he turned his back on the lusty Guardian, leaving her alone and wanting on the Altar of Unrequited Lust.

After wading through the milky waters, he willingly fell into the arms of Sally-Rose. Her emerald eyes revealing her full nature as the restored Nymph of The Green Rose, and he succumbed to her wiles.

It was how they were found, eventually, by Petronella, Electra and Calypso, locked tightly in a passionate embrace.

“Get a room, guy!” laughed Petronella. “We’ve got the loot, let’s get outta here.”

The journey home was a blur. His first clear memory is finding clothes in the tent at their old campsite and then nothing again until waking up in the large soft bed at The Buxom Arms.

He was in the middle with Petronella on one side and Sally-Rose on the other.

Without knocking, Baker walked in.

“At last you are awake. Get dressed and come on down to the lounge. Someone has to explain the large chests of gold that appeared overnight.”

“You can also explain this.”

In his hand was the garland of red roses from above the bar. They had all withered and turned grey. Except, in the middle of the garland was one fresh, bright blooming flower.

A perfect green rose.