Lost in the Woods: A Threesome Encounter with Two Sensual Wood-Elf Nymphs

The forest was alive in a way that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Uncharted woods. That’s what the villagers had called it, their voices hushed as if speaking too loudly might summon whatever lurked within. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the towering trees casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and shift as the sun dipped lower in the sky. He shouldn’t have wandered this far. But curiosity was a dangerous thing, and now, here he was—lost, with only the faint sound of a distant stream to guide him.

It was the laughter that stopped him in his tracks. Soft, melodic, and unmistakably feminine. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned toward the sound, his boots crunching softly against the fallen leaves. The laughter came again, closer this time, and he followed it, his breath catching in his throat as he stepped into a small clearing.

There they were.

Two women—no, not women. Their ears were too pointed, their skin too flawless, their eyes too… otherworldly. Wood elves. The kind of creatures the villagers whispered about in fear and awe. But fear was the last thing on his mind as he took them in. One stood with her back to him, her long auburn hair cascading down her back like a river of fire. The other faced him, her emerald eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his knees weak. Her silver-blonde hair shimmered in the dappled sunlight, and her lips curved into a sly smile that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Well, well," she purred, her voice like honeyed wine. "What do we have here? A lost traveler, perhaps?"

His mouth went dry. "I… I didn’t mean to intrude."

"Intrude?" The auburn-haired one turned, her gaze just as piercing as her companion’s. "Who said anything about intruding? We were just… exploring ourselves."

The way she said it—the subtle lift of her brow, the way her lips lingered on the word—made his stomach tighten. He couldn’t look away. They were both dressed in garments that seemed to blend seamlessly with the forest, leaves and vines entwined with the fabric in a way that left little to the imagination. His eyes wandered, taking in the curve of their hips, the swell of their breasts, the way their skin seemed to glow in the fading light.

"Perhaps," the silver-blonde one said, stepping closer, "you’d like to join us. The forest can be… lonely for a traveler."

He swallowed hard. "I… I wouldn’t want to impose."

"Impose?" She laughed, a sound so light and airy it made his chest ache. "Darling, you’re not imposing. You’re… enhancing."

Before he could respond, she was in front of him, her fingers brushing against his chest. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat straight to his core. The auburn-haired one appeared at his side, her breath warm against his neck as she leaned in.

"Tell me," she whispered, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "Have you ever been with a wood elf before?"

"N-no," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

Her lips curved into a devilish smile. "Then you’re in for a treat."

The silver-blonde one tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We’ll take good care of you, traveler. Just relax… and let us show you the magic of the forest."

He didn’t resist as they led him to a soft bed of moss, the ground beneath him cool and inviting. The auburn-haired one knelt beside him, her fingers deftly undoing the laces of his shirt, while the silver-blonde one straddled his hips, her gaze never leaving his.

"Tell us your name," she murmured, her hands sliding up his chest.

"E-Eric," he managed to choke out.

"Eric," she repeated, his name sounding like a spell on her lips. "I’m Lira, and this is Kaela. And tonight, Eric, you’re ours."

Kaela leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you trust us?"

He nodded, unable to speak. Her lips curved into a smile as she kissed a trail down his neck, her hands sliding his shirt off his shoulders. Lira’s fingers traced patterns on his chest, her touch light but insistent.

"Good," Lira whispered, her lips hovering just above his. "Because we’re going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before."

And with that, she captured his lips in a kiss that was anything but chaste. It was deep, passionate, and utterly consuming. Kaela’s hands joined the fray, her touch exploring every inch of his torso, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.

He gasped as Lira pulled back, her eyes dark with desire. "Ready for more?"

"Yes," he breathed, the word barely more than a whisper.

"Good," Kaela murmured, her hands sliding lower. "Because we’re just getting started."