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Roli is a large man. His dirty face framed by dark hair to his shoulders. He wears furs and leathers of his people. A small flint axe hangs from his waist, swinging with each massive step. He carries a bow, his main weapon for this trip. His lone hunting trips are prized and relished. He values the alone time and the hunt. Roli, though large in stature and the strength to match, has a soft and empathetic heart. He is gracious even in his hunts, his mercy evident even then. He has been away from his home for a week. Not really taking the time to hunt, exploration has been his goal. He has favored a section of the densest and darkest part of the forest, a place he has seldom ventured. For no other reason than the lack of large prey. The shadows grow thicker, creating a patchwork of dark shadowy shapes upon the forest. Creating images in the foliage that aren't there. Though hunting isn't good here, the beauty and tranquility of the dark forest is something Roli can't ignore. He meanders further into the forest, paying no attention to prey or dangers that may be nearby, the forest offers neither. Half the day he has traveled into the unknown, he is nearing the point of turning around. The unknown and darkness of the forest is not something Roli feels like testing today, especially in the dense darkness. The trees seem to be larger the further he walks. The call of a small waterfall pushes him over the next incline, pulling him ever further into the forest. He tops the small hill and is overtaken by the beauty that lies before him. A waterfall drops several feet into a pond. Lush foliage lines the perimeter. Various patches of wildflowers and an assortment of hanging flowers hang from the over-sized trees. The whole place exudes a wild beauty yet seems manicured or purposeful. The tranquility of the place beckons Roli, he can't help but heed its call. A clearing filled with soft green clover on the bank of the pond offers itself to Roli. He kneels at the water's edge, filling his waterskin. He stands and takes a long drink from his skin. Water spilling down his chin onto his chest, his eyes closed savoring every drop he takes in. He doesn't remember water ever tasting so refreshing and pure. He refills the skin, then decides to sit on the bank for a brief rest. He sits cross-legged with his back against a large tree. He faces the pond staring into its dark depths, hypnotized by the refracting light from the rippling dark water and the lulling sound of the water cascading into the pond adding to the hypnotizing effects. The churning surface rolls and bubbles, relaxing him despite the tumultuous energies being released. His mind begins to wonder. He imagines his wife, Mara and her dark-brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her smile and wit, the brightener of his days, he smiles at the thought. He thinks of his people and all his years with them. The tight-knit community they provide for the needs of all and all have value. His people are communal and value every person, regardless of abilities and status in the community. A matriarchal society, but one that values the balance of masculine and feminine. Mara's visage comes to him again. Though they have only been together a couple years, he couldn't imagine not having her in his life. They both long to have children but this has not happened yet. Not for a lack of trying, he smiles at this thought. He begins to get aroused and immediately brings himself back to the present. He has always found his wife attractive but just thinking of her in this way normally doesn't arouse him. He shakes his head, bringing himself to a standing position. He looks around the forested paradise, feeling as though he is being watched. He scrutinizes every shadow along the pond's perimeter. Nothing. He looks back at the pond, the melodic rhythm of the waterfall and the mesmerizing ripples in the pond call him. His eyes focus on stillness in the rippling pond. It takes his mind a moment to register what he is seeing. A head half submerged stares back at him a red banner of hair trails behind. As soon as Roli makes eye contact, she begins to move towards the bank of the pond. Each movement reveals more and more of her naked body. She doesn't appear to be coming out of the water, but from the water. Like water taking form. Roli notices none of this though. The hypnotizing effects the location has on him has transferred its power to her. He can't help it. Everything about her is perfect. Beautiful. Captivating. He can't turn his head away from what he sees. Her wet hair splayed over her shoulders, dripping onto the ground. Each step her hips sway, the motion seemingly exaggerated. With each step she becomes markedly drier, In seconds she looks as though she hadn't walked out of the water no less than a dozen steps ago. The fact she is naked crosses Roli's mind, but the visage is too great to bother with any explanations on why. Her green eyes never leaving his. Her red hair flowing around her like a cape. A lotus is on one side of her head and a host of other smaller flowers are intertwined throughout. Each step she takes towards him seems like an eternity. The inevitable countdown to something unforeseen. Roli can think of nothing else. His wife, his people, they are all forgotten, the only thing Roli sees, is her. She takes the final step towards him and stops a step away. She stares back at him, with a mild look of surprise showing on her soft features. "You, you can see me?" her eyes never leaving Roli. Roli realizes that the woman's lips did not move when she spoke, it was projected directly into his head. "Yes." He breaths out. The fact he can see her does not shake her confidence in the least. In fact, it excites her. She says nothing else to him, she grabs his hand. She places it on her breast, then Roli lets his instincts take over. Instantly Roli arousal becomes more enhanced. She pushes her thigh between his legs against his enlarging member. She forces him to the ground with sheer will of mind. Her demeanor has changed from that of a seductress to that of an animal. She tears at the furs between his legs until she has his penis clear. She straddles him, thrusting herself down over him, repeatedly, her desperation evident with each movement. Moans of pleasure rise from deep within her with each downward thrust. Roli can hardly keep up with her. She suddenly slows, sensuously writhing her way up his body to look into his brown eyes. Her emerald eyes probe him deeply, connecting. Roli stops and stares into her eyes sensing her mind in his. He gasps, for he feels everything, himself, and her. The pleasure is over-whelming and his moans become deep and animalistic. He feels his manhood wrapped in her womanhood. The experience is disorienting. His world begins to roll, and he blacks out. *** I hear rustling nearby; I open my eyes and notice a man walking away from me. His furs shaking with his movement. I sit up watching him. All sorts of questions flood my head, and everything feels strange. Things seem off. The man walking away from me seems familiar. I put my hand to my head, I feel dizzy and disoriented. The dark-haired man turns to me and mouths the words "I'm sorry." I stare at his lips for several seconds as we both stare at each other. It is just before he turns and walks into the dense undergrowth that I realize the man I am staring at, is me. I quickly bring myself to a standing position. I yell for him to stop in a voice not mine, so not mine I stop in mid yell. I clear my throat and try again, "come back" I yell in a higher pitched voice than has ever come out of me. I put my hand on my throat and try in a normal voice. "Hi. Hello." My voice floats out soft and sensuous. I immediately start running, the disorientation hits harder. I stumble barely keeping to my feet. For the first time I noticed why my body feels off. I look down wondering what is different. Where there once was a muscular torso is now filled with the perfect set of breasts. My hands immediately shoot up to them cupping them. My mouth hangs open in shock. My next thought goes to my penis. My hands slowly trail down my stomach, the closer I get the surer I am of what I will find. Sure enough, I find a vagina where my manhood once existed. "No," I scream and furiously start running to where my body disappeared into the foliage. My first couple frantic steps are off balance, the whole experience is disorienting and instinctual. I regain my footing and flail through the foliage that he walked through, that I walked through. "No," I scream again, my voice sounding frantic and even more high pitched than before. My bare feet pound the forest floor in the direction of my former body. After several moments of frantic running, I start to feel exhausted and my stride slows involuntarily. The exhaustion builds quickly. I barely manage a jog when I enter a small clearing. I stop to catch my breath leaning over with my hands on my knees, my new breast dangle in front of me. I look up towards the opposite edge of the clearing and see my body, standing in place and facing me. This releases a shot of adrenalin, I scream and run as hard as I can towards him. My limbs feel as though they are made of lead. A mere jog is all I can muster, and my strides lessen with each step. I drop to my knee's mere feet from him. I feel exhausted and nauseous. I look into the man's eyes standing over me. I see the sadness etched on his face. "I'm sorry." He says softly, though I felt none of the softness. He turns away and disappears into the under growth. At that instant I scream. Like no scream I have ever released or heard. It was an angry, sorrowful, and a frustrated scream. I do not sit long after my screaming ends, I have the sudden urge to go back to the pond. No, it's more of a calling, a pulling. The closer I get to the pond the less exhausted I become. I walk into the clearing where I first sat, the exhaustion instantly fades away. With my newfound energy I can't help but scream. The powerful emotions of this body are torrential. I feel the urge to walk into the pond, my pond. Each step brings my body closer to submersion along with the overwhelming calmness. As my head drops below the surface. I realize that my body merges with the water. The overwhelming feelings of peace, calmness, and well-being. I am not tired, I am not angry, hungry, or thirsty. Time has no meaning here, I sense the days and nights passing, but I have no idea how long I have been here in this pure state of peace and bliss. I decide to emerge from my haven. My head breaks the watery surface, the exact same way she did when I first noticed her looking at me. My eyes fall upon the beauty around me. Instinctually I know I am here because of this place. Its beauty manifested this body. This being. This trap. With my head still half submerged and in its watery state, the scream I emit goes unheard. I scan my surroundings for the first time in this form. The whole area is breathtaking, and I feel deep love for it. The backdrop of the dense forest makes the scene even more dramatic. Small patches of sunlight beam like spotlights onto clusters of varied flowers scattered around the grove. Their colors vibrant in the sunlight against the darkness of the thick forest. Beautiful and full vines hang amongst the grove's vegetation. Ancient trees act as sentinels against any force that would come against the most peaceful of groves. My grove. I stand now, half my body still water. I skim my hands delicately over the surface. My eyes wander to the waterfall that feeds my grove. I glide over to the waterfall without a ripple. This is my life blood. I remember the first time I entered the water so many months ago, I was instantly rejuvenated. I stand under it expecting it to run over me, but instead I merge with it. I glide out from the falls, my hair lies soaked down my back. Every second that passes it becomes drier until within moments it is as though it was never wet. I float through the water stepping out onto the open grassy beach. The clover like grass is soft under my delicate step. I let myself fall lightly onto the soft bed of grass, I roll over to lie flat on my back. My eyes gaze up into the filtered canopy the ancient sentinels provide. Each of their names come to me, I speak their names aloud with little effort they flow. Their names flow naturally for me and cause me to smile at their long pauses and slow cadence. As a human I know I would never have had the capability to pronounce and speak their names. But this body has no problems with their pronunciations. The intimacy I feel for them makes my heart burn with love. I lovingly refer to them as Oakley and Corna. I know them intimately. Deep down I know the me that knows this is not me. But reliving the memory's...there is no denying that it is. The thought of them brings joy to me. I remember when they were modest saplings, now they are two of the most majestic beings in my Grove. I raise myself to a sitting position, crossing my legs all in the same motion. The weight shift on my chest reminds me of my breasts, my hands immediately cup them. Amazed by their weight I hold them in my hands feeling their heaviness. I let them drop watching them jiggle, in fact I do this several times. I had never given much thought about what it would be like to have breasts, but despite their foreignness to me I find my breasts and my new body very appealing. Though I still want to scream, my new body is very nice. The images of women in my tribe come to mind, though we have beautiful woman, none compare to this body. Woman are seen as gatekeepers by my people. They are sacred vessels. One that can bring forth life from the spiritual realms. My eyes and my hands focus on my vagina. I spread my lips open seeing its pinkness. My fingers travel the perimeter, touching and squeezing as I go. Then, I reach a spot near the front and there I stay. The sensation is nothing like I ever expected. The more I massage, the stronger the sensation gets. My whole-body surges forcing an involuntary moan. My fingers keep rhythm even as my body erupts from the gushing explosion. Just like that it's gone. I lay on the ground wiggling against my teasing touch, a touch that still causes soft moans to float sensuously across the grove. I stare up at the day lit sky, my hand resting over my vagina, the other above my head with my hair delicately entwined with my fingers. I roll onto my belly and put myself into position to look at my reflection in the ponds surface. The water ripples my reflection, but even that does little to squelch the vision before me. My red hair cascades around my face. A soft and feminine face stares back at me. The beauty before me entrances even me before I realize it the visage before begins to fall into shadow. I break free from the spell and force myself to look up into the reddening sky. I stand stretching to my fullest feeling every muscle tighten and then release with an audible groan. I enter the pond, the oneness I feel submerged in its depths still amazes me. Peace settles silkily around me and pure bliss bubbles within me keeping me in a euphoric state. I am pulled back into external awareness by Oakley, they speak directly into me almost as though I am Oakley. There is a presence on the banks of my pond. I slowly break the surface of the pond. Standing on the bank of my pond is a man. I immediately feel aroused. I realize I want nothing more than to be with this man. He is darker skin than my people, Roli's people. He isn't as barrel chested as Roli, But his defined muscles ripple under his skin. Despite my internal protest I can't help but move towards the bank. I emerge from the pond just as I had when Roli was here. His eyes lock on me, the realization he can see me makes the desire for him that much greater. I can hardly keep myself from running to him, but I withstand the urge with sheer will. Just before I step onto the grassy beach, I catch my reflection in the pond's surface. I stop and audibly gasp, the reflection in the pond has changed dramatically. The watery reflection shows a stunningly beautiful woman with thin dreadlocks dangle around their angular face a face with sepia brown skin and doe- like brown eyes with citrine flecks. The presence of the man standing near me breaks my attention from the stunning reflection. His attention has never left me, the canteen he previously held has fallen to the ground draining itself into the soft clover beach. Despite the acceptance I have built for my new body and life, I have not gained acceptance of being with a man. But my whole being is attracted to this man before me. Despite my inner resistance I am compelled to be with him. My thoughts flash back to Roli's encounter with me. I replay it over in my head as I have countless times and realize maybe this is my release from this body. He lays on the ground even before I get to him. His furs easily part for me and his enlarging member prepares for my embrace. I straddle him hovering, the tip teasing me with its touch. My reluctance can't overcome my desire as I slowly lower myself onto him. A deep satisfying moan rises from within me as I descend onto him. The rise and fall of my hips quicken with each thrust. I easily feel his closeness to climax and come to a stop. I lower myself onto his slender muscular frame kissing his hairless chest. Dark-ochre skin nicely contrasts to the dark green color of the clover bed he lies on. My eyes make it to his and we lock for several moments, I wonder what his life is like. I wonder if he has a family and kids. I wonder if I will fit in. I wondered if I would naturally know everything just like I have with this body. I begin to feel sorry for him, so I lower myself onto him again, never breaking eye contact. Immediately I know that we are both close. We both reach our climax at the same time, my body arcs and I feel warm liquid explode inside me with each upwards thrust from the man below me. The gushing explosion burst within me causing a deep animalistic moan. We finish, both of us lie still, the man on his back and me on top of him. Our heaving chests the only movement to show that we are alive. His member slowly begins to withdraw, shrinking back into itself. I jump to a standing position straddling the man I was just with. The realization settling over me that we didn't switch bodies, My eyes lock on his just as anger swells through my body. He easily sees my energy shift and begins to chatter in a language I don't understand. This infuriates me even more. I descend on him with more fury than any human could express. His arms rise defensively, I still manage to scratch three deep lines across his forehead. His knees come up flipping me over his head, reflexively I tumble rolling into a crouched position. Naturally spinning around to face the man franticly trying to get to his feet. He turns to face me as a scream of primal rage erupts from the core of my being, a scream I can't contain. His face contorts into a mask of terror, his hands fumble for a sheathed weapon on his side. I slam into him just as he pulls out the weapon, the force of my body pushes him several feet away. A sharp pain shoots through my leg. I look down to green blood flowing from a slice in my thigh. I look up to see the man disappear into the foliage. I have no desire to chase him. I fall to my knees crying into my hands, the frustration from the encounter flows freely, punctuated by another frustrated scream. At its end I feel the call of my pond. I turn to it mere feet away, just being near it is comforting. But I know the real comfort comes from within its rippling essence. I crawl the distance, my gaze the first part of me to make contact with the pond. I stop momentarily to see the beauty of my physical form. No matter the form I take I am captivating to say the least. I crawl into the dark depths of the pond. The pond accepts me instantly soothing all pains, physical and mental. There I stay with my grove, its beauty healing me. As I am in this blissful state, time passes without notice. The winters aren't hard, but the seasonal transition is still noticeable. I do sense that the grove is in the midst of winter. The plants' outward state appears dormant, but they are always active and in constant communication with one another, including me. I know of every visitor to my grove, animal and human. There have been no visitors since the poor man I had sex with and then attacked. Not only do I know every plant in my grove, but I also know every animal that visits, even while I am in my watery state, I sense their presence. A pack of wolves stops several times a month. They spend the better part of the day relaxing in the safety of the grove. They even allow other animals the safety of the grove while they are here. It is not uncommon for deer and bear alike to share in the safety, this makes me happy. Slowly I break the surface of the water, the first time in many seasons. A fragrant breeze greets my nose, newly blooming flowers responsible for the smells and their colorful petals waving their greetings. Gliding toward the green bank I notice my reflection, forgetting that my body had changed from my last encounter, the visage captures my attention just as it had last time. I stay locked in my reflections gaze. Thin dreadlocks dangle around my face, a thin delicate hand enters the reflection, caressing the mesmerizing visage. I am amazed every time I view my reflection, the beauty is unearthly. Large brown eyes meet my gaze, citrine-colored flakes enchant me with their reflective dance. I emerge from my watery home relishing the physical touch of the clover and the underlying dirt. I walk the perimeter of the pond silently speaking to every plant, this includes my two giant sentinels, Oakley and Corna, both of which I easily lose track of time while I am in their presence. Time is easily lost because I thoroughly enjoy their companionship, not to mention the slow cadence of their speech. Their age and connection to the rest of the forest gives them a vast amount of knowledge. I know well before I can visibly see something that it is there. The communication network of the forest is vast, not only do they communicate but they actively help and support each other. Their existence allows my exitance. The radius from the grove is a couple hundred steps. At the furthest distance exhaustion overtakes me, moving back towards my pond eases the exhaustion with every step. Hundreds of trees are within my grove, each are as unique as any human, but none are as grand as Oakley and Corna. Most of the trees here are their seedlings, though the majority are themselves decades old. Despite my time here and the many times I have walked the perimeter of my grove, I do so many times a season. I like to physically check on my plant family and today was one of those days. The exhaustion is always heavier the further I distance myself from my home. With my hands on my knees, I scan the distance as far as the trees will allow. I feel as though I can barely stand despite having done nothing exerting. An idea comes to me, and I don't even take the time to consider the ramifications of my actions. I start to run. Despite my arms and legs being as heavy as lead, I force them to move and push me further away from my grove, further than I have ever been. I begin to get tunnel vision. My vision darkens around the edges, warning me, a warning I ignore. An undetermined amount of time and distance passes before I fall face first into some ferns. The fern waves goodbye as exhaustion overtakes me, involuntarily my eyes close. Awareness slowly comes to me. I know I am safe. I feel the bliss and peacefulness of my grove. I immediately knew I was within my pond. I laugh to myself though I've no physical body to show it. Even though I was not trying, the realization that I can't even kill myself makes me laugh. The last thing I remember is falling face first into ferns. Exhaustion closing my eyes for what I thought was the last time, but waking up here safe and fully refreshed has shown me that is impossible. Though my life is not miserable, but in fact pleasurable, I still feel like a prisoner. I am never bored, despite my inability to leave the radius of my pond. My body is enough to satisfy me and hamper any sexual urges. When the urges come, I have to release the energy, this always leaves me in a blissful state. When a human male comes around this is when my body has a mind of its own. The attraction to the human is more than I can resist and my primal instincts take over, I feel more a passenger during these times. I never feel depressed, despite the thoughts of being a prisoner. The bliss this place gives me by just being in its presence is more than enough to quell any negative feelings that come to me. The feeling is magnified when I merge with the grove in my watery form, a form I could stay in for an eternity. I am called to attention of a visitor to the grove. I wait for him with only my head above the surface of my pond, but hidden behind the waterfall. Several moments pass before the undergrowth gives way to his physical form. A very handsome man with dark curly hair cascading wildly around his head. He kneels at the waters edge, resting on his knees. The dark haired stranger bends at the waist, drinking water from his cupped hands. He stands, stretching with his legs together and hands stretching to the sky. Gracefully his hands drop down to his sides and he begins to look around the grove. By the look of his face he is in awe of the grove and its captivating beauty. He wipes a tear from his eye and puts his palm on Corna. I immediately feel the love that he has for my grove. I silently glide out from under the falls. More of my physical form takes shape the closer I get to shore. My reflection shows that my form has not changed and despite it all, it always makes me pause to appreciate the beauty that I am. By the time my reflection returns to the dark-haired man he has already noticed me. He is looking at me but he does not share the same energy as the previous visitors. Others have looked at me with desire, a desire they couldn't help just as I couldn't, but his look is different. It is a look of appreciation and nothing more. I walk up to him expecting him to reach for me or at the very least lie on the ground. Instead, he locks eyes with me and says words I don't understand and smiles. He is very physically fit and I can't resist my urges any longer. I reach for his waist pulling him to me putting my thigh into his groin in search of his enlarging member, I feel only an uninterested bulge. He backs away, raising his hands in the air, showing that he is not touching me. I step towards him intending to kiss him on the lips. His smile is now gone, he points at me shaking his head no. I lunge at him reaching for his groin. He slaps my hand away and easily sidesteps the lunge, lightly shoving me past with my own momentum. I turn staring at him, unable to comprehend how this man can resist me. No other has done this, and it leaves me frustrated and worst of all, angry. Then it comes to me on why and how he can resist me. There was not an ounce of attraction to me, with this body and its abilities there is no way for any man to resist me, unless they aren't attracted to women. Despite the love he showed in the grove on his arrival, none of that matters now. Now the only thing I see is rage, and I release its all- consuming energy on him without warning. Despite his best moves, I am able to jump the distance wrapping my legs around him with my hands pummeling his upper body. The force of me hitting him caused him to stumble falling backwards into the pond. Immediately upon both of us being submerged I lose all physical ability to interact with him. The water instantly eases the anger, filling my being with an all-consuming bliss. I watch as the handsome man stumbles out of the pond. He pauses only briefly, glancing back in my direction before disappearing into the undergrowth. I replayed the encounter several times. A tinge of guilt is quickly squelched by the blissful state I find myself. Watching him touch Corna and feeling the love he has for the great tree. I couldn't stop myself. All that I could think about was being with him and having him reject me... it was more than these emotions could handle. It was also an encounter this body has never experienced. Time flows seamlessly for me, the time I have been here in this grove is unknown. I have spent years without human visitors, yet I never grow tired or weary of my situation. This grove provides me with everything I need. Fortunately, I never desire to be with men until they are in my vicinity. At these times I have an uncontrollable urge to be with them, an urge I can't quell or resist no matter the effort. Not that I have tried resisting. The act is what trapped me here in the first place and the way I see it is the way to release myself from the trap. So, no matter how much my mind says no, I know that the key lies in the act of being with a man. Over the many years I have been here I have had a dozen men arrive in my grove, all but one I have been with. A coupke occasions I have had more than one person stop in this grove for respite. During those times I have not had the desire to show myself and chance an interaction, this I am grateful for. I have wondered if I would have the same attraction to a woman if they were to come into my grove as I do with men. The chance of me finding that out is nil. In all my years of hunting and traveling I have only ran into a woman a handful of times and they were almost always in a group. Not all my encounters turn violent. Some, after intercourse is finished, I just stand and walk into my pond. Especially the ones I have had recently. The gay man I attacked, I am grateful that he got away without getting hurt. I have not killed anyone but I don't put it out of the realm of possibilities. My emotions are so powerful when they show themselves, I lose all control when they do. When something angers me it very quickly accelerates to rage. The only thing that will stop it is submerging myself into my watery home, my source. I think about my old life on occasion, the feelings and memories from that life are becoming clouded. I wonder about Mara and how Roli treats her. I wonder if they have had children or for that matter grandchildren. I have no idea how long I have been here but I know it has been decades. Time means little to me, I have no reason to keep track of it. The pond eases all of its passing to a mere sliver. I am brought to awareness of visitors to my grove. I peer out from behind the water fall, waiting for the visitors to come into view. Out from the undergrowth three men emerge. All of the men stop upon entering the grove. They stand in awe of the grove and its beauty. As if snapped from a trance all three men move at the same time, setting up camp on the soft bed-like clover that is the primary forest floor covering in the grove. The men are jovial and in good spirits, joking and laughing with one another. They robably grew up together and been companions with each other on many hunting trips. After getting their camp settled, they separate wandering around the area picking up various sizes of fallen timber. The lighter haired man returns first, he has an armful of smaller sized wood. He drops the wood to the ground and starts gathering stones. He places them in a circle on the bank and begins placing the smaller sticks into a pile within the circle. He isn't quite as large as Roli but he is larger than either of his companions. He sits with his legs outstretched facing the pond. My waterfall offers a good vantage point for observing any spot on the bank of the pond. I can hear the other two chopping larger downed trees just out of eyesight, so I put all my focus onto this man. His hair is dark brown and scraggly and matches his beard. His eyes are dark but kind. He leans back onto his hands and closes his eyes. I visually watch the peace and tranquility of my grove settle over than many through his face. My body starts to take over as it compels me to move and show myself. I will it to stop and it does, it is one of the few times I have been able to resist its will when it takes over. But the attraction to him is unbearable, it is nearly to unbearable to resist. Then his companions return, arms laden with wood. With their return my body automatically stops and submerges itself. Nothing but my eyes stay above water, and I recess myself into the furthest darkest crevice. The men start a nice fire. They begin roasting a kill they had brought with them. I can't get my eyes off the light haired man, nor can I forget the attraction. Fortunately, my pond is stronger than any frustrations or emotions so a warm blissfulness, as always envelopes me. They have long since fallen asleep, but I continue my stalking. I silently drift through the water silently until I am only a few feet from their sleeping bodies. They have all laid their packs and supplies next to the water's edge. I move to the pacj directly at the head of the lighter-haired man. I open a pocket see what I might find. The first pocket I check, I find various types of crystals and stones. I freeze when the pack begins to move. But he only rolls over, but still asleep. A portion of his head is on his pack, but I am still able to reach a couple different pockets. The next one I reach into I find several figurines, one of a bear, and the other looks to be a man with four arms and a beard. The other is the one I fixate on. It is a carving of a woman with her arms above hear head and also a very pregnant abdomen. I have no idea why, but I took it. I almost submerge myself, but I quickly remember of my elemental state under water and the inability to interact with physical objects. I retreat under the waterfall avoiding the falls themselves, for the most part. My outstretched arms are my main focus. I stuff the figurine securely in a small crevice, hidden by the falling water. I turn, settling back into my corner and stalking of the group, or at least the man with the figurines. They rise early stoking the fire for breakfast. The lighter haired man sits cross-legged facing the pond. His eyes close and there he sits unmoving and in silence. The other two sit around the fire, they sit in broken silence with light conversation. each of them takes turns tending to the food they are cooking. When it is ready they inform the man that is facing me. His eyes open at this and he turns opening a pocket on the side of his pack. He brings out the two figurines I left, looking inside for the third one. He quickly searches the other pockets and when he finishes begins to speak, his voice sounding frantic. The others stand and help the frantic man search the banks of the pond for his lost figurine. My guilt is quickly washed away in my submerged state. The stop their search and convince him to eat before they leave. He does, and they all do it in relative silence. When they finish, they put the fire out with water from my pond. They all begin their journey in a single file. Disappearing into the undergrowth. The man with the lighter hair is the last to leave. He turns, stopping to scan the area one last time. His head slouches as he turns and disappears into the brush. Several hours pass before I decide to exit. Before I do I grab the figurine of the pregnant woman. I take it out onto the beach, walking to the nearest stream of light. It is made from a reddish stone with steaks of black running through it and easily covers my palm. It is a beautiful carving but I don't know why this carving called to me over the others. Maybe the feminine energy it exudes. I look around wondering what to do with it. I look at the large stones that the waterfall cascades over. I glide through the water stopping at a section of the boulder several feet away from the falls. I place the figurine into a crack in the stone, placing my palm flat onto the figurine. I close my eyes as heat radiates down my arm into the rock. I open my eyes. The figurine has melded with the stone. As if it was always there. Except for the different stone and the coloring it looks as though it was carved into the stone. I glide back through the water to wear the men had set camp. I scatter the stones so I can begin the healing of the land they desecrated. I lay my hands onto the scorched dirt, moments pass before new clover begins to sprout. Later in the day you will be unable to tell they were here, with the exception of the figurine fused into the stone. When the healing of the land is finished, I lay on the soft bed. My mind calls on the image of the figurine man. My mind fills with his image and the past frustrations surges back into my present. My hand slides to my crotch. As many times before I bring myself to an orgasmic relief. I close me eyes his image burning through my head. An animalistic moan erupts at its peak. My mind is so consumed with him, I retreat from the physical, rolling into the pond. Months pass before I decide to tend to my grove. My mind is quelled from the frustration that his image brings to me, I don't know why. Seasons pass and the man and his image is all but gone. My life has returned to what it was before his arrival. I have had to release the energy of his visit several times since he left. The communication network of the grove informs me of a visitor. Before the first sign of the visitor I am already in place, hidden behind the falls. When the visitor finally steps into the clearing, my gasp goes unheard in the watery depths. The man that has haunted my thoughts for the past year or so has returned, and he's alone. Despite my growing desire to be with him I do not emerge. I stay hidden, watching. He stops at the ponds edge bending down scanning the edge presumable for his figurine. He grabs his canteen filling it with water. He takes a long drink and then tops it off when he is finished. He looks around the grove taking in its beauty. His eyes stop on the figurine melded into the boulder. An exclamation burst from him as he quickly walks over to his lost figurine. He raises his hand as he walks up to it, gently touching it. He is mere feet from me and I can see a tear roll down his cheek. He closes his eyes and then turns around, walking back to where they had the fire on his last visit. He sits cross legged as before facing the falls. He closes his eyes and sits. I wait, wondering what he is doing. I notice myself edging towards the bank. My desire rising with each moment and the inability to stop myself also diminishing. Nearing the bank of the pond I catch a glimpse of myself. The beauty of my visage captivates me as usual. Dark brown hair spirals down my back and over my shoulders. Warm chestnut-colored eyes bejewel my taupe-colored skin. My breasts are larger than they have been and the first thing I had noticed as I was exiting the water. My focus returns to the man sitting on the beach, his eyes open at that moment. His eyes widen at my naked body. I feel as though the swaying of my hips are more exaggerated than before. I can tell that my hips and butt are fuller than they have been. They can't help but sway but my body is exaggerating even that. I already see his leather pants bulging and this excites me. I clear the distance between us and he is already clearing the path to his enlarging member. Without a word he lays on the ground allowing me access. His eyes never leaving mine. I straddle him slowly easing down on him. We both moan at this and my intensity escalates rapidly. I feel him trying to match my cadence but the attempt is futile. I can sense his closness, so I slow and come to a stop. I lean down slowly rotating on him as I kiss his lips. I feel him getting closer as am I. Deep animalistic moans erupt from both of us. I feel her going down on me over and over as I release myself into her. She collapses on me at the climax. I easily lay her body next to me as I stand. The realization that I am out of her body hits me. I look down at the body I once occupied. Immediately I feel sadness for her. I gather my things and walk as fast as I can away from the grove. I try and say goodbye to Corna and Oakley but I no longer have the connection, this saddens me. She softly moans and this causes me to move faster. I turn disappearing into the brush. I hear her confusion as she realizes her situation. I distance myself as quickly as I can. A sorrowful and frustrated scream blasts through the forest. I brush a tear away as I step over the threshold of the grove. I don't feel the exhaustion that kept me in place. I am free, but happiness eludes me. I set camp miles away. I have full knowledge of everything in my new life. I am about a week's trek away from my home. I have no wife or partner and have no desire for one. My village is large, but close. Our care for one another is something I loved about Roli's home. At that thought My name comes to me, Brathor. I am a shaman, The Goddess my light, at this I think of the figurine, I miss its loss but, it is where it is supposed to be and so is Brathor.