"There are hundreds of stories about the acts of gods and heroes. Epics about how they shaped the world, comedy and tragedy dancing with one another in the same tale.
Everyone wants to hear stories of such great figures.
Much rarer are the stories of nymphs.
And rarer still are those about nymphs that don’t find themselves to be a tragedy."
OR
Mel is a dryad drawn out into a world larger than herself when the beloved daughter of Demeter is stolen away under her nose. With no answers and a clock ticking down until her mother finds out about her disappearance, Mel must leave her comfortable grove and find her before it's too late. No matter the personal cost.
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It started as all these things do. Innocently enough. One night Frank had half heartedly tried to get back into his marital bed. Sex not exactly the goal. But the look of disdain and the sharply closed door had put that idea to be.
Their couples therapist was a fucking idiot.
So Frank was minding his own business doom scrolling (despite his resisdent Dad status he new some lingo) reddit. When he clicked on something and ended up on a very not safe for work. Or his wife walking into the spare bedroom subreddit.
Countless women and other people posting... bare tits. Asking for ratings and happy to show off.
It was another world.
Some more than happy to show their faces. Their whole bodies.
Frank was more than used to naked bodies. At some point they were really just part of the hospital landscape. But this was different. These people were owning who they were and sharing for the entire world to see.
He glanced up at his door. Not that Abby was likely to leave her room to varnish him with a visit. And besides it wasn’t like they were having sex. Neither party quite so inclined lately. Or in... at least 2 years?
And this thread was far from what he had ever really delved into.
Yeah he and Abby used to have great sex, all the time, but it wasn’t exactly adventurous.
These women?
Frank scrolled down through the seemingly non stop posts. Shifting to ignore the rush that preceded an erection. (Couldn’t get one for his wife but tits on a screen? Five seconds and a stiff breeze from full mast.)
The confidence, the nerve. And the variety. Small to large, perky and now. He was fully caught in a whirlwind of breasts.
Abby hated hers. Got worse with each pregnancy. Refused to believe that Frank was just as obsessed with them as he had been when they met. Deleted the few photos she’d shared. He hadn’t complained. Accepted it. But had tried his best to convince her.
These women... some needed convincing. Others validation. And many many more just wanted to show off.
And it was working for him.
One photo took him. Pale, smooth luminous skin. Skin that begged to be touch. He struggled to breathe. This faceless woman. Leaning back against a wall felt more present and self assured than he had felt in months. One arm raised above her head, the other pressed against her stomach. Firm and yet soft looking.
Flashes of him biting down came unbidden. Mystery woman pulling his hair, begging for more.
There was no tearing his eyes away from the screen. Back arched. The lighting soft and rosy, drawing the eye. Smatterings and constellations of moles and freckles frame her lovely chest. Full and perfectly balanced to her frame. More than enough to fill his hands. Tiny bits of light being thrown off the piercings through her nipples. Her extremely hard nipples.
Jesus fuck.
Who ever this person was she was living breathing temptation. Not once in his relationship with Abby had he ever even thought about considering about straying. This woman with her assured pose. The confidence to share an intimate photo with thousands of people.
While her face wasn’t visible, he could see her face. The tiniest upturn of her pouty lip. Smug. Flushed, heated, hazel green eyes sparkling under her glasses.
Oh shit.
These things started as they always did. Completely by accident.
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yeah i am forever mad that we don't get to see how samira changed during these four months under al-hashimi's leadership without robby present. how we won't get to see her reaction to him coming back and doing just as badly. their awkward tension and stunted communication. possible aborted apologies, samira going to al-hashimi as her attending and trying to avoid him, but wondering how he is regardless, hoping it's better but seeing that it isn't. samira's confidence having grown some, realising how hard it's been for her these past years under robby's supervision. him trying to find a time to talk to her and failing. al-hashimi seeing how much samira struggles with him being back but not wanting to overstep. some possible growth on all sides. sighs.
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