In the Norse world, the deep and vast woods are home to many strange creatures. The most beautiful and wonderful of them all is the Hulder. There are numerous tales of her ability to lure men into peril and death. Even in modern times, she has been sighted on moonlit nights amongst the trees in her white dress, as quickly gone as she appears.

I was all alone in the wilderness. My plan had been to go fishing, and I was now on my way to the perfect little lake, deep in the mountains. This was my secret hideaway where I had caught numerous trout in bygone days. The walk was long, and I had begun a little late, so I decided to spend the night by a big pond in stead of arriving in the middle of the night. I had passed this pond dozens of times before, but never pitched my tent there. To be honest, I had always found the place somewhat eerie. The dark, dense trees reminded me of tall and lanky trolls leaning in over me as I craned my neck to study their imposing figures. The pitch black water seemed to stretch forever downwards into oblivion, and the shifting mist could hide all the horrible things in the world. This time, however, I was determined not to let childish superstition cloud my judgement. I suppose it comes with growing older. I was no school boy anymore. I was a man. I was educated. I was done with stupid, irrational fears. As any good university student, I had learned to rationalize everything I could not explain right away, thus stripping the World of its mystique and danger. Or so I tried to convince myself.

The pond was almost a perfect circle, ringed by a dense, red-green mat of moss. Tufts of the crimson carpet had torn itself loose and was floating lazily along the edges of the water, looking like the filthy hair of whatever skulked beneath the surface. Sorry excuses for saplings tried to eek out a living amid the sparse tufts of grass, toppling over or drying out once they realized there was no firm ground to stand on. The nearest hard surface was the probing roots of tall fir trees standing by the edges of the mire. Their pointed spires just somewhat darker than the blue night sky beyond.

When I arrived at the pond, the sun had already set, and the trees cast long, dark shadows over the swampy edges of the water. A slight breeze made them whisper to me like voices from ages past. The whispers continued towards the water, stirring up tiny ripples of silver which reflected the full moon and made the light flicker across the surroundings. Above the sparkling surface, streams of mist began to search upwards, inches at a time, dancing like elves from a long forgotten fairy tale. I almost thought I could see the fragile creatures holding hands as they ran and jumped in circles and eventually drifted off to dissolve into thin air. They were immediately replaced by new brethren, continuing the eternal dance until they too vanished in the cooling night or amongst the dark stems of the fir trees.

I sat down on a mossy stump, completely transfixed whilst watching the mist and feeling the heavy mood of the forest. An owl hooted in the distance, followed by the trollish drumming of the common snipe. Something small and frightened rustled amongst the foliage behind me. Small fish fed on the night’s last buzzing midges above the pond. I savoured all the familiar sounds around me, feeling at one with nature. I knew it was a bit of a cliché, but there was no other way to describe it.

As soon as I stopped trying to identify all the different sources, the constant hum of the forest soothed my nerves, in opposition to its effect in my earlier days. Suddenly I noticed an unfamiliar noise amongst the others. The moment I noticed it, it seemed to spring to my attention like a soldier caught sleeping on guard, occupying all my curiosity and concentration. I had no idea when it had begun. It had probably gone on for a while, slowly increasing in volume until it became impossible not to notice. There was, amid the humming, a periodical rise and fall in pitch, like nothing I had ever heard here before. Almost as if the forest was singing to me. A beautiful song of no words. Telling myself how silly this was, I looked around for the source of the sweet voice, but it seemed to come from all directions at once.

Suddenly my eye caught a glimmer of motion among the trees on the opposite side of the pond, but it was quickly lost amid the dark stems. The sight made my heart race. What was that? It almost looked like a person. But no person could move that quickly. I tried to stare at the same place until my eyes began to water and dark blotches obscured my view, focused on getting the most out of the next appearance. A white shape, definitely human, once again appeared in the corner of my eye. This time I could discern an unnaturally long river of golden hair trailing behind the figure, moving much the same way as the elven mist around it. A woman! Here, so deep into the wild? The song was still echoing in my mind, seeming to come from vibrations through my skull rather than sensed through my ears. I knew that I had to find the woman humming this wonderful song.

Not realizing how strange all this was, I got to my feet and stumbled across the bog towards the trees where I had seen the figure, leaving all my gear behind by the stump. As I approached the other side, I saw her again, slipping behind a large boulder. This time I could clearly see her yellow, silky hair and a gossamer thin, white dress fluttering in the wind. Once again I marked the striking resemblance between her movements and that of the fog. A moment later the figure had vanished like before, but the voice continued her alluring tune, lulling me into an awakened sleep with nothing but her on my mind.

When next she appeared for a fleeting moment, a beautifully shaped body was barely visible through the fabric of the dress, and my fascination for the song was accompanied by an erotic craving. I never got a real chance to study her features thoroughly, but from what I could see, she was absolutely stunning. The slender body moved quickly with a feline grace, and a sweet smell lingered everywhere she had swept her small feet. The hunt continued, her always slipping behind a tree just out of reach, and me stumbling clumsily behind, drunk with rising passion and lust. She always seemed to elude me by an inch, but still my hopes were steadily fueled as I could see more of her with every time she blessed the forest with her presence. My desire increased rapidly, and I felt an erection growing between my legs as I followed her deeper into the woods. I was panting heavily, but never noticed my exhaustion. I was so near that I could almost reach out and touch the soft, delicate skin on her arm. I felt a jolt of warmth and excitement as my finger tip grazed her hair. The next moment she was gone, and did not reveal herself again. I was heartbroken beyond words.

No subtle hint of her flight was visible, only the lingering smell of honey and flowers. Desperation filled my heart as I spun around looking for the girl. My throbbing cock had been aching for her, and I imagined how I would catch up to her and fuck her wildly. Now, both she and the song were gone, and I found myself standing in the middle of a marsh with murky puddles all around me. Trees close to me blocked out all moonlight, and everything was dark. Just a few lonely stars visible just above my head. I was unable to see where I had come from, and I had no idea where I was. I came to my senses and realized what a complete fool I had been. How could I be so stupid as to allow that creature to lead me into the woods. Centuries of stories about people led astray by the fairy-folk came to my recollection. All my hard gained, educated abilities vanished like dew before the sun. So it was true after all. And I had stumbled blindly into the trap, never caring for any of the old tales still resting somewhere in a dusty chest in the attic of my mind.

As I stood there, desperation taking hold of me, I heard the wonderful voice again. In an instant, all my fears were gone, and I felt my urges reappear as if they had never diminished. I felt like a deaf man hearing his child's laughter for the first time.

“Who are you?” Her voice was even more worthy of remembrance than her song.

As she appeared from behind a tree, only a few feet away from me, I could only stand and stare. Her incredible beauty seemed like an impossibility. This had to be a dream. Her golden yellow hair fell in thousands of tiny curls, nearly touching the ground and glowing with a cold sheen in the blue moonlight. The tufts seemed to float and move slightly as if they were alive. A short white dress clung to her body, hinting of the anatomically impossible, but still so incredibly arousing curves underneath. The dress was almost transparent, doing a poor job of hiding her dark and erect areolas. She stood barefoot in the soft moss, but it seemed as though she left no trace at all on the forest ground. I was already ankle deep in the mire, but she was barely bending the sparse grass leaves. The thing that struck me as most odd, although I somehow avoided contemplating the implications of it, was that between her legs, swaying slowly from side to side, was a long, curved tail. The golden-haired tip barely touched the berry-laden heather beside her feet.

“What are you doing here?” she continued. The look on her perfect featured face was one of curiosity, not malice. Her red lips curved slightly up at the ends, a hint of a shy smile.

“I... I was looking for you,” I managed to stutter.

Still I was completely engulfed by the wonderful sight in front of me. I could not take my eyes off her perfect body. The smooth, milky white neck. The small, but round breasts. Slender waist and the intoxicating thought of the valley where her thighs met. A tiny mat of fair hair guided my curiousity towards her crotch. She seemed to notice me staring at her body, but her smile widened a bit, showing a row of perfectly even, white teeth. I also sensed a sad look upon her, hiding behind the fantastic appearance.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have led you here and got you lost. I just wanted to play.” Her childlike attitude was cute and did nothing to diminish my erotic desire for her. “First, I had decided to leave you here. That is what I am supposed to do. But I don't want to. You interest me.”

Her wonderful charisma removed all doubt in my mind of her sincerity. I noticed that she too had her eyes away from mine. I followed her gaze and realized that she was staring towards my belly where the erect cock clearly could be seen bulging against the fabric of my pants. She came closer, and I drew my breath, catching her wonderful scent. Even the smell of her awoke hidden urges in me, and I became more aroused for every second she was close.

When her body was only inches away from mine, studying me from head to toe with obvious curiosity, she stretched up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Immediately, she withdrew and put on that irresistible, shy smile again. She looked me in the eyes, and seeing that wonderful look of childish joy somehow snapped a cord in my mind. A devil awoke in me, and I felt myself losing control of my body. The kiss had given my desires the kick start they needed, and a red mist sank down across my eyes. I took her in my arms and gave her a long kiss. She jumped at my sudden explosion of movement, and hesitated at first, but soon I felt her let go and relax in my arms. My hand slid down along her back, feeling a surprising patch of coarse skin like ancient bark through her dress. I was to aroused to care. Suddenly I found the beginning of her tail and remembered that she was something I should fear, not desire. She was of the fairy-folk. But my ability to reason was long gone, and the sight of her tail only made her otherworldly beauty even more arousing. Beneath her tail I felt the round shape of her ass and squeezed it lightly, my fingertips reaching towards the crack between her butt-cheeks. Her entire body quivered as I caressed the beautiful body and made the kiss last an eternity.

She seemed to like my sudden abandonment of fright and reason. Her hands slowly began to touch me, and I could sense her reach for my pants, searching for the throbbing erection within. I squeezed harder on her ass as she nimbly undid the belt and pulled my pants down. The sensations when she finally embraced my hard limb was like something I had never experienced. All the confusion, arousal, fear and lack of reason mixed together and acted like fuel to my fire. She hesitantly let go of my lips, but let her own lips slide down my naked chest towards my groin. My breath was rapid and uneven as I thought of this stunning girl kissing my body. Every time her long tongue lashed out at some random area of my torso, I quivered with anticipation.

I looked down at her curls enveloping my lower parts and hiding her face and my shaft from view. Behind her trailed the long tail. It twisted like a snake, constantly moving in all directions in tune with her, and my, growing excitement. When her soft, warm lips finally found the beginning of my shaft, I sighed with released tension, relaxing and feeling her warm tongue caress the manhood. The incredible desire I felt, and her supernatural attraction, was in itself enough to drive me over the edge. Within mere seconds of her tongue touching the head of my penis, I buckled under.

Semen shot out of my penis and hit her face with great force. She let out a pleased moan as my powerful release slowly turned from torrent to a mere trickle. Her tongue continued to lick my stake as droplets slowly dripped from her chin, staining the soft, green moss. To my great surprise, I was so excited that the orgasm did nothing to relax my tension. I was as hard as ever, and she continued to work with her tongue whilst she stroked the cum from her face and sucked her fingers, seemingly enjoying the taste greatly. Pleased with her work, she pushed me so I fell backwards onto the soft forest ground. Pine needles stung my behind, but I never noticed anything besides her touch.

Nothing but another orgasm could release my senses from this insanity. She took off her dress and seated herself across my chest. Big-eyed, I stared at her perfect, round breasts with nipples as hard as my cock. Her glossy lips parted in a big, warm smile, and I felt completely safe and happy in her care. A droplet of my essence lingered in one corner of her mouth. With her hand she carefully guided my manhood towards her dripping, wet pussy, and I slowly slid inside the crack. Her insides were tight, making me glide slowly and feel every tiny irregularity in her warm cave. I had thought her previous treatment was as close to bliss as possible, but I was wrong. The sensations of her warm walls embracing me was unimaginable. I closed mye eyes and expelled all air from my lungs.

I reached as far in as I could, and felt her ass land against my thighs. She let out a deep sigh of contentment and kissed me again. The sweet taste of her saliva was wonderful and reminded me of flowers and herbs. It was mixed with the taste of my own juices, and I eagerly answered her lips’ caress. Meanwhile, her tail stroked me along the body and across my butt. It was as though she knew exactly how to make me as horny as possible, and my mind refused to believe that I actually lay here in the forest and felt a fairy’s sex tighten around my shaft whilst she ground herself across my waist.

She moaned heavier and higher for each time she raised her body and sat down. It was obvious now that she was determined to get as much out of the encounter as myself. It did not take long before I once again was unable to withhold the pressure and released myself into her warm passage. My member pulsed in a steady rhythm, the motion seeming to throw her over the edge as well. She arched her back and threw her head skywards, screaming without restraint as her own orgasm rocked her body into a series of contractions and pleasure. The sound was definitely not of this world. It seemed to reverberate across the landscape, echoes returning from thousands of directions and distances, laden with traces of everything in their paths. We declared our orgasms loudly to the world as wave after wave of extatic rewards surged through the writhing mass of flesh.

I expected the arousal to subside, but found that still my excitement was far from over. It was as though fucking her gave me a constant supply of strength and stamina. With her still lost in a haze of pleasure, I got up and turned her around on her knees, lifting the small ass towards me. Her tail stretched around my waist and tried to pull me in. I could feel her opening where cum and juices ran down along the insides of her slim legs. Then I penetrated her for the second time and once again felt the amazing sensation of her folds enveloping my throbbing limb. With great force and fierceness I began pounding her from behind, and for each push we screamed in unison. I could feel the tip of my penis rubbing against the bulges in her depths and tried to reach as deep inside her as I possibly could. She only seemed to enjoy the hard treatment more and more, and with my greatest force I rammed her one last time so we both collapsed on the bed of heather and moss. She came at that same moment, and her entire body tightened, squeezing my cock until I almost believed she might snap it right off me. Scream after scream escaped her lips, but I couldn’t hear her. The only thing on my mind was to continue ramming her until I could take it no more.

The last time I came, I finally escaped the frenzy of lust I was in. As I shot my load in her, it seemed to take all energy with it, and I suddenly felt the effects of the energetic copulation I had just shared with her. Nothing could make me stay on my knees, and I collapsed on top of the panting body underneath me. Her heavy breathing slowly subsided, but she continued to lie still a little while beneath my aching body, listening to my rasping gasps for air and feeling the comforting weight of my body. The last thing I ever noticed was the soothing smell of flowers and honey. A cold drizzle of rain began to appear from the black vastness above. The silent rustle of grass slowly faded as she stepped through the mist and vanished amongst her kin dancing across the swamp. Soon there were no unfamiliar sounds left to break the everlasting symphony of the forest.