This choice: Nimidia the Nimble, Nymphomaniac Nymph Sorceress • Go Back...Chapter #5Nimidia the Nimble, Nymphomaniac Nymph Sorceress by: Sulla76   Killian hurried, knowing he had to find his fiancee as quick as he could.
He was fortunate in that in the city of Banestar had one place that his love preferred above all others: the great botanical garden of the Magical Academy. Thanking his morning runs for making him swift, the young King ran past his guards and bolted for the center of his city, holding on his crown and keeping a hand on his rapier to stop himself from tripping. He flicked a solid gold coin to the attendant at the garden and jumped over the barrier, running through flowers in full bloom out of season and past trees heavy with fruit months earlier than normal.
It was all her doing of course, but then again that's what happened when a Nymph, a powerful fae tied to the earth and fertility takes residence in a garden.
"Nimidia!" the King yelled as he ran past a few tourists, following the thick trail of flowers she left behind her and stumbling into her grove, "Nimidia! Its me! Killian! I've got something important to tell you!"
He almost ran into a small crowd of students with open sketch pads, the young men and women ignoring their bellowing monarch.
Killian did not blame them.
"Ah Killi! Your ardor burns hot I see! But not while the art class is in session, my lover," Nimidia purred, hanging upside down from a tree branch, long, strong legs wrapped suggestively around a branch, "I can't move or it would ruin the pose!"
People had asked Killian, "why fall in love with a nymph? She's a fae, not a human, she brings no political alliance, no advantages. Killian typically asked Nimidia if she could come inside from the garden for a minute and that shut them up forever.
In her always bare and yet never dirty feet, Nimidia was about 6' tall yet still trailed three feet of thick, glorious crimson curls behind her on the ground. The hair never, ever got dirty somehow and the flowers she wove into it never died, although the carpet of flowers she left behind her as she walked typically faded after the tenth or twelfth cutting. After a lot of effort he'd gotten her to wear clothes when around people, although she refused to wear any dress that went more than an inch past her sex and didn't show her nipples.
Not that she was wearing anything now.
"Its, well a little important," the King said, as always finding his eyes locked onto his fiancee's breasts.
They were very, very excellent breasts. Large but not huge, proportional to her curvaceous body. But very, very firm and yet extremely bouncy. Her nipples were the size of a gold coin and bright pink and the breasts themselves a full, pert roundness. They were the softest things Killian had ever touched and he was struggling to remember his name as he saw them hang upside down.
"Would you like to strip off and join me, love?" she asked, arcing her back to make his pants tighten faster than any curse ever could, "Its been hours since we last joined together. Let us make the beast with two backs before them, that they can get an accurate sketch!"
Killian had once believed in waiting until after marriage for full sex. That had lasted until, while on an adventure in unexplored woodland, he'd chanced to see Nimidia emerging from the water. Three days and twenty four sex acts later, his willingness to do exactly what she wanted, remember what she liked, and cuddle plenty had impressed her enough to join his adventuring party and they'd been doing it eight times a day minimum ever since. Yes, he hadn't slept more than five hours in three years but he was in the best shape of his life and literally hadn't thought of another woman since. She'd even agreed to be his queen, although she refused to wear a crown.
"Well, I, that's not very kingly," he said.
"It is not kingly to make love to the woman you love?" she asked, huge green eyes fluttering, putting a small hand across her heart, "You wound me, Killian, wound me! Do you not find me beautiful still?"
Ruining the sketch or not, she ran her hands down her sides, over her ribs and the sharp curve of her waist, over the full roundness of her hips, across the small fluff of crimson pubic hair and to her gleaming sex.
"Do I not arouse your passion?" she asked.
"Royal decree, all art students out!" the King demanded.
Half an hour later and far sweatier, the King lay on the grass, breathing heavily. Nimidia was still kneeling on his groin, kissing his muscular belly and running her strong, clean nails over his chest.
"Gods above I love you," he said, taking in her perfectly symmetrical face, the silk smooth skin and her curvaceous features.
"I know," she said, laying across him, breasts in his face, "let's go again. You're behind in your husbandly duties. And how will you keep me satisfied when I am Queen? My appetites will do not but grow I am sure."
"About that dear," he said nervously, "well, you know of a curse..."
"Of course, but that was on your dead father, my love," she smiled, beginning already to nibble at his neck, "and he is dead and now I want you."
"Well, you see the curse will be on the King's wife and well, it will make her grow fat...," he said nervously, "I just found out and it turns out if I don't get married in a month I'll explode."
"Hmmm," the nymph said, guiding his hands to sit on her firm, full hips, which measured at exactly 40 inches.
She had muscles across her belly and moved gracefully, but the bounce of her chest and backside said she already had plenty of fat. Since moving to the city last year she'd gotten a taste for sweets and had turned a previously barren patch of earth into a sugar cane field with her powerful nature magic. She'd gained a stone since then, broadening in the hips and getting a little softer in the belly and Killian found his yearning for her grow ever more. The students sketching her every day didn't seem to mind, the crowd only growing after she got a little pear shaped.
"Well, I think," she said, feeling his interest rise.
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