You never could see yourself going for a stroll with some of your friends through the nearby woods. The Foliage always gave off a very eerie and mystique feel, as if an entirely new world was just behind the shade of some hundred year old maple tree. People frequently find themselves in trouble, and oh you certainly are in one. Taking a stroll off of the pathway for some much needed “personal relief”, Now that is over and you don’t remember which direction you came from. The gentle swaying of branches, the light trickle of a nearby brook, even the rustle of a brush. All the sounds of nature masking any chance of finding where the trail or your friends are.

It would be sundown soon. You pace back and forth; panicking. Oh what to do, what to do… What can you do? You take your chances. In a fevering panic you walk straight ahead. Soon you find yourself running, even sprinting at times. Twigs, vines, and all forms of flora snapping at your legs as you desperately try and find any sign of salvation. You were really lost now. And you knew it. Knowing going father would bear no fruit, you sit on a nearby trunk root. Your legs so beaten and bruised by the shrubbery, even cut in some spots. It stings even when you aren’t moving.

In the distance you could faintly hear what might be your only hope. A melodious hymn. Not just a person whistling, or humming. The entire forest was echoing with music. And with any orchestra, it has to have a conductor. You make your way through the trees and plants, thickening and thickening becoming virtually impassable. The vines draping across the trees were so abundant and tall you wondered how any sunlight could get through. A feint glow in the distance must mean you are getting close. That gentle song getting louder and louder, whatever it is, it must be right behind this tree!

And that’s when you see her for the first time. Enchantress. Her scarlet red hair running down her shoulders and back in a loose ponytail. Adorned across her head and around her neck, a variety of gold jewelry. A pair of beautiful, sky blue eyes and two... horns? She has horns? Normally this would disturb almost anyone, but with you it was to say, “unexpected but not shunned”. A pair of petite A cup breasts were covered by a brazier composed of leaves and petals with an azalea on one side. Looking further down you could see her torso connect to the body of a doe. A gentle brown color with tufts of white fur; Her underside a snowy shade synonymous with the doe’s body. A flurry of glowing sprites circled her, singing along with her tune. She is a centaur. You felt intrigued to say the least how a centaur could even exist. Stunned and mouth agape, you watched her stand from her flora bed, and nimbly walk towards you. Making your way to her, you could see a look of welcoming in her eyes. A gaze of love and joy, of happiness and delight. Gently humming her melody, she circled you, trotting slowly and looking from your head to your feet. Seeing the cuts and scrapes on your legs, she held out her hand to you. Her hands felt as warm as the open sun through the clouds. You had a moment of reluctance, but she gently pulled you to her glade. It smells lovely. Like fresh fallen rain on a November twilight. She lied on her stomach, and lightly pulled, motioning you to sit with her. Still holding your hand, she closed her eyes and continued her song. And you followed along.

Everything feels right. No worry, nor fret. Not a problem in the world. You could sit like this for what feels like an eternity. After an hour, maybe two, the serendipitous humming stopped. Opening your eyes, you could see her staring at you. And you stared right back into her sky blue eyes. It comforted you more than even imaginable. She gently took your hands and placed them on her breasts, but not under her brazier, holding them in place. You could feel her heart gently beat underneath her clothing. The light warmth of her skin meshing with yours. She removed her bra pinned around her back. Still held over her supple teats by your hands, you reluctantly let go. Her chest fully exposed, you had never seen such perfection in a woman’s curvature before. Everything from the size to the placement; The areola and the nipple. You felt unworthy to be with a woman as divine has her. Dampening any reluctance you had, she arched her chest forward, pressing your hands back against her body. You ran your hands over her, feeling over and under her bust; around the nipples, and under her arms. Closing her eyes, she let out a gentle moan as you played with her bosom.

She placed her hands around your waist, removing your shirt. Arching forward, she pressed you down on your backside on the cool, dewy grass underfoot. Even more, she tilted her head to the side, and opened her mouth. Receiving the notion, you connect your lips to hers and give her a kiss like none other. Her saliva tastes of honey and mint as her tongue intertwines with yours, caressing each other; Feeling each other. You gently pinch her excited nipples, loving them gently between your fingertips like dough. Breaking the kiss, she pants in excitement; you can feel her warm breath against your face. Her eyes full of lust, you kiss again.

By now your member is pressing hard on the inside of your pants, begging for fresh air. While your tongue tangos with hers, she reaches down and unzips your pants, gently sliding them down your legs. Your manhood stood full and proud, beating with heat. With her free hand, she started work on your cock, massaging the shaft and frenulum, pressing against it to and fro. The sensations driving you mad with desire. If there is a heaven, you are there right now. Painfully erect, you break the kiss and look deep into her eyes. With a faint smile, she works her way down to your penis, giving it a good look-over. Starting at the base, she gives your friend a long, slow lick from the base to the top of the head. Giving a gentle suck, she spirals her tongue around the tip. Bobbing her head up and down, she suckles your throbbing member, taking great care to make sure you receive only the best. Working your man deeper and deeper down her mouth and gradually into her throat, stopping at full depth for a moment. She starts humming her serenade again, vibrating your core to breathtaking pleasures. She looks up at you for a moment, giving a gleeful smile before resuming work. You arch your head back in ecstasy for what feels like an eternity. An electric feeling jets down your back from your head to your cock. It swells and shoots it’s entirety down her needy throat. Pausing for a moment, she swallows it all wave after wave; only to resume her hymn once again. As she releases your now flaccid erection from her mouth, an audible “pop” noise emanated.

Still sweating from what had to be the best orgasm of your life, you could see her note a “come hither” gesture to the nearby trees. The glowing faeries circled around the two of you, closing in on your penis, and somehow raising it to new heights. Satisfied with their work, Enchantress dismissed the sprites, and stood on all four hoofs. She now hovers over you, and from what you can see her doe cunt is sopping wet with need; dripping down and onto your groin. She leans down for another quick kiss before resuming the eve. Your cock felt ready to burst, visibly red and dilated. She lowered her chest onto yours, gently moving her nether lips around your cock. It is amazing. you can feel everything from the inner labia to the clitoral hood dashing and stroking against your package. Arching forward slightly, her next descent plunged you straight inside her waiting pussy. And just like before, it felt like nothing imaginable. A human could not possibly have this level of control or sensation that she does. Everything was perfect. The consistency, the inner walls, a gentle caress, it’s like she has complete control over her womanhood. You swear you could orgasm without even thrusting. But this was only the beginning. She jutted her rump up and down and back up again over and over again; faster, deeper, tighter, damper. In your fervent state, you could smell her, and the aphrodisiacs in her juices. Turning you on even more, you wildly worked hilt deep inside her. You know you are doing your job right, as you can hear enchantress’s wails and cries of raw pleasure, going as far as biting her lip out of ecstasy. Bucking down, her breasts bounce freely ahead of you. Reaching up, you work them just like before.