For days I watched her run around in the woods, laughing like a child and singing like a beautiful angel. She was young- perhaps as young as eighteen or nineteen- and so full of fun, she made life quite carefree. But I was married to a woman who refused greatly about having children. She always told me children are a waste of time, they never obey the rules, and they are completely mindless. Seeing my young crush play around and just plainly be herself broke my heart. The young woman was free, and I- a man of six and twenty years- was a prisoner of wrong love.
One night while my wife was entirely asleep, I slipped into the woods and met my young love who was swinging on a vine. She looked at me in the eye, smiled, and said sweetly, "Hello there. Never seen you in an eternity. You new here in these parts?"
I said, "Yes, young ma'am. I am new here. I haven't been out of my house since I was wed." I covered my mouth. I said something I shouldn't have. Because of that, chances are great that my crush would run away after hearing that I was a married man.
To my surprise, the young woman stayed where she was and kept smiling. She said, "I know how it feels to be a prisoner. I wanted to marry the one I chose, but my father refused my true love and murdered him so I could be wed to the one my parents chose. The one I was supposed to marry is a self-lover, a cheat, and too old for me. I want someone who is strong, full of youth, willing to have children, and willing to die for me and our family." She stopped swinging as she stared at me, studying my complexion. "How old are you anyway, sir?"
I had to admit she was quite a strange study. Naked save for a moss-green dress that hung on her large bosom, she seemed to bring out the beauty of a dryad. Her hair was silver like starlight and her eyes were like sapphires, her skin white as milk. With her dress, she was too beautiful to watch go to waste. I told her my age and admitted that I was married to a woman far older than I was. "My wife hated me because I was young and refused to sleep in the same bed with me at night," I said lowly. "My parents arranged the wedding. My wife is old enough to be mistaken as my grandmother. I never liked her the night she didn't sleep with me. It's just not fair."
The young woman climbed off her vine and put her hand on my chest. She said kindly, "Perhaps I can provide you with what you really need, but that is if you want me to provide it." Studying her more allowed me to know the length of her dress. It was strapless and hung down to her ankles. She reached for my vest and snuck her hands under it to massage my shoulders, inflaming me with undisguised desire.
I tried to fight the temptation to mate with her, but fighting was in vain. She overpowered me the second she was eye level with me. As she stripped me of my clothes and brushed her skin against mine, I sighed. I wanted her and was with her. I was at the palm of her youthful hands. I whispered, "Don't let me go, my love. By law, we mate for life. Now you and I are mates for life. Let me be your husband, and I will let you be my wife. I am forever yours." After this, I fell asleep and felt her collapse on my chest. She worked me and herself out, and there we slept together like true lovers.
This went on in secret for at least two weeks when my wife found out I was sneaking around at night, mating with a blossoming young woman. My wife threatened to burn the girl to the stake if I continued my act of adultery, but I myself wouldn't allow the girl to die on my account. With what was left of my wounded pride, I stole into the woods and hid there. The girl- Dryad, as she was named- was in a redwood tree, hiding in her nest where she invited me to sleep in. We mated twice that night, never worrying about our trouble at the present. Dryad always loved the forest so much, it became her home. After knowing my way around the woods, I was wed to Dryad and the woods around us became our home.
