Abigail and Jacob stood at the top of the crest, which overlooked the tree in the clearing. Abigail hurriedly smoothed her ruffled skirt, matted with the late evening dew and the leaves from the hill. Her hands deftly pulled the material out of the folds of her damp inner legs. She could feel herself blushing like mad as she did so.

Once again, she thought of Jacob's cock. Its massive girth, ready and eager, just a few inches away from her. She desperately hoped Jacob had not spied on her earlier. She felt herself turning an even brighter shade of red.

A vivid fantasy pushed its way into her mind. She could imagine him unleashing his enormous cock from his trousers. He would grasp the throbbing member and rub its massive length along her skirted backside. In her lustful vision, she could almost feel the thrusts of his dick, sandwiched between her ass cheeks and sunk into the folds of her skirt. She could imagine the boy's eager cock tunneling between her ass cheeks. Each thrust would bring the massive tip of his cock to the entrance of her wet, willing pussy.

She cleared her throat, breaking the fantasy from her mind with sudden finality. Abigail forced her gaze away from Jacob and back to the two at the tree.

She thought to herself. What has gotten into me? I really shouldn't be daydreaming like that.

Looking down the hill, she could see her two classmates rearranging their clothes from their sexual foray. Hunter already had his cloak re-fastened around his cut, muscular frame.

Zafael was slipping back on her thong panties while lifting her wayward breast back into her blouse. Abigail couldn't help but notice her nipples were still very erect.

Jacob and Abigail cautiously began their trip down the hill. They were careful to avoid any hidden branches or loose rocks. Any such tricky barrier could turn an easy descent into a treacherous one.

As they approached the two by the tree, the forest moaning began to pick up again.

Not sure if it was her imagination, but the voices seemed louder than before.

Hunter lifted his gaze to them as they approached the tree.

"Oh, look who's here."

"You two out here for a little action too?"

Abigail could feel her face flush, confident she was turning red again. She desperately hoped none of the others could tell.

Hunter smirked at the two, amused at his remark and doubtless satisfied at the reaction it garnered.

Abigail spoke cautiously. "You hear them too, don't you? The voices, the…moaning?"

"I hadn't noticed it before, but…" Zafael spoke up, her voice a sultry purr. "Where do you think it is coming from? It seems to be all around us. And is it me, or is it getting louder?"

Well, that confirms it, Abigail thought. She wasn't the only one hearing it; it was getting stronger. She slowly scanned around the perimeter of the forest.

Her eyes eventually came to rest on a distant dark patch of woods. The spot revealed a rough path deeper into the woods. Abigail felt a strange sensation when her eyes fell on that area. There was a strong pull emanating from deep within the woods ahead. As her eyes lingered over that spot, she felt a familiar wave of pleasure begin from between her legs. A buzzing, warm tingle that promised a more substantial pleasure if she but pursued the path onwards.

The other members began to look in the same direction. Could they also be sensing the same thing she is, Abigail thought. One by one, the others all turned to face the same forest path.

Zafael licked her lips, finishing the last taste of Hunter from her mouth. "What is it about this forest tonight?" She said.

"It appears to be coming from that direction," Jacob spoke up. He pointed to the same dark path that they had all turned to face. Whatever was drawing them there must lay further in the woods ahead.

Zafael was the first to strike out from the group.

"I didn't know you all were such scared, little children," she declared as she headed toward the mysterious path. "I'm gonna find out what all this fuss is about."

Abigail couldn't help but admire Zafael's sensuality as the girl strode ahead. Her skirt barely covered her panties, often showing a generous amount of her curves while she walked. The roundness of her butt cheeks was accentuated by the thin cloth of her meager skirt. With the rise and fall of her feet, the material sashayed over her ass, highlighting the thin thong of fabric that rode over her pussy and deep through her ass crack.

Even her walk is sexy, Abigail thought.

As she turned to follow, she noticed Jacob's cock again. This time it was even more erect. It fought against the prison of his simple trousers. She couldn't blame him, not sure if it was the forest's mysteries, the moaning sounds, or the pure eroticism of Zafael and Hunter, but she could also feel herself beginning to get wet again too.

"Hmmph, I'm not gonna get blamed if you three get lost in the forest," Hunter declared. He reluctantly began to follow after them.

Jacob was the last to move. He brought up the rear of the party, nervously scanning the forest for hidden dangers as he walked.

The young adults continued their arduous journey deeper into the dark forest. They picked their steps carefully as they attempted not to trip in the barely moonlit woods. Footfalls of crunching leaves echoed in the evening mist that hung just above the dirt floor. The gray matter swirled around their legs. It rose to splash over Zafael's swaying skirt and wash over the bottom of Hunter's cloak.

The haunting noises continued to grow as the group breached deeper into the woods. Abigail observed the forest as the tree branches wove together, almost completely blocking the blood moon. Only sparse pinpoints of light speared through the leaves. The light barely illuminated their path forward.

Still, they traveled ever onward. A growing unease rose among them. What lay at the end of their journey? Would they ever return from the forest? Did the noises betray an orgy of lust and desire or something more sinister? A trap even, luring innocent villagers to their doom?

These thoughts spread through the group like wildfire. Yet still, they continued to follow the lustful sounds. It pulled them further and further into the dark forest depths.

Then Zafael suddenly stopped. The black heels of her knee-high boots dug into a mixture of mud and leaves.

Hunter and Abigail followed suit, stopping just beside her, with Jacob almost plowing into Zafael.

Clearly focused more on her ass as she walked than on what was going on in front of him, Abigail noted.

“Oh… umm… sorry…” Jacob stuttered.

Looking ahead, all of them saw what caused Zafael's hesitation. A gentle stream was spread out before them, blocking their path forward. Not more than twenty feet wide, its inky blackness slowly carried errant leaves on its surface. It wrapped around in both directions, winding through dense trees and disappearing into the mysterious forest as far as their eyes could see.

"What the hell?" Zafael broke the silence between the group, voicing their collective frustration.

She knelt down at the water's bank, dipping her fingers into the dark liquid.

"Frigid!" She exclaimed.

"There's no way we can cross this, not if we don't want to come out the other side a frozen ice cube."

"Then what, we follow it around?" Jacob pipped up.

Squinting hard, he glared down the stream's path.

"Well, we've gone this far. I'm not about to pussy out now." Hunter spoke up as he pushed past Zafael.

He began trekking briskly down the stream's left path.

The group dutifully followed after, picking their way along the shore, always keeping the stream to their right.

The hike through the forest was starting to take its toll on Abigail. Despite the bitter cold, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She wiped it away, shifting her focus to Jacob. He was walking just to her left, slightly ahead of her. She was surprised at his stamina. She had never considered him very athletic. But then, this night had been full of surprises.

"What do you think we will find out here?" Her sudden question broke the uneasy silence between them.

Jacob slowed his pace slightly as he considered her question.

"I'm not sure." He replied.

"The voices, the uhmm… the moaning. It sounds like whatever it is, it feels like it's drawing us in. Like it wants us to join them. It's weird, sure… but it feels right. As if we are supposed to be there. Maybe like we're meant to be there."

"Doesn't the village warn of some danger in this forest, though?" Abigail posed the question that had hung unspoken between them.

"I mean, it sounds outrageous, unbelievable, like some dark fairy tale. But given what we're hearing and feeling, there could have been some truth to those old tales."

A sudden high-pitched scream ripped through the night air from just up ahead.

"Zafael?!" Jordon questioned, concern and dread mixing with his voice.

With a renewed sense of urgency, he sprinted up ahead, dashing around a thick bunch of trees just out of Abigail's sight.

She quickly picked up her own pace, dashing after him. She pushed her way through the branches and twigs that littered the ground. Abigail had turned the corner in no time, coming just short of Zafael and Jacob. Just ahead was a scene she wouldn't soon forget.

Zafael stood at the edge of a pond staring, frozen in shock or fear.

What was once a stream had widened into a pond. In the center of this new body of water stood Hunter, now waist-deep, staring at a dark slender figure before him. The dark shape stood in stark contrast to the moonlit body of water.

Abigail noted it was an unmistakably feminine creature. Long black curly hair flowed down from its pale face. Her eyes were a brilliant crystal blue, lips bathed in a matching luminous hue. Her skin was ghostly pale, with the reflected light of the moon bouncing off the water and dancing on her skin. She had long thin arms outstretched from her sides, seemingly beckoning the young boy to her. The creature's nails were painted blood red. Her chest was bare, with a pair of large pale breasts and erect blue nipples that stood out from her slender frame. They bounced and swayed as her body heaved and swelled, an enchanting eerie melody escaping her lascivious lips. The siren's stomach transitioned into blue, purple, and green scales. The delicate human-like skin eventually gave way to the curled tail of a mermaid.

The siren was sitting on an outcropping of rocks in the middle of the pond. Mist hung just above the water, covering the figures in a light gray ghostly visage. It gave the scene an almost unbelievable surreal look.

The creature continued its mysterious song, arms beckoning Hunter ever closer.

Abigail watched in horror and disbelief. Hunter was almost at the creature.

There was nothing she could do but stare and watch in a mixture of dread and fascination.

Another strange and erotic dance was inevitable.