It was already close to 10 PM when the lone traveler realized he was lost. Unpleasant, yet at the same time oddly exciting — this hadn't happened to him in hundreds of kilometers of journeying. He had mapped his route across the least inhabited territories, only occasionally approaching villages to restock supplies. He cooked over an open fire, bathed in forest lakes, and enjoyed solitude.

Everything would have been fine, if not for the strong wind and the incoming storm.

In July, thunderstorms tend to be intense, and a one-person tent wasn’t the best place to weather one. The nearest village was off to the side, and there was no time for choices. Judging by the distance covered, the forest should have ended soon, and he would reach the riverbank that curved around the woods. There he intended to camp for the night. Twilight was falling fast as he continued down the narrow path, but there was no suitable place to pitch the tent.

Suddenly, he found something unexpected. Among ancient oaks and spruces, a small house appeared, along with a few outbuildings. Perhaps a hunter’s lodge? No — the house looked lived-in, and a flicker of candlelight could be seen through a window. The wind was getting stronger. There was nothing to think about: he had to ask for shelter.

The thick oak door looked old, but there were no gaps in it, and whatever lay beyond was hidden from view.

He knocked. After a moment, the door opened — though no footsteps had been heard.

Instead of a hunter or woodsman, it was a woman who opened the door. She was dark-haired, around forty years old, of average height, holding a candleholder in her hand.

"Who are you?" she asked cautiously.

"Hello... Can I stay here for the night? I'm traveling and I seem to be a little lost," was the reply.

The woman studied him suspiciously. Standing before her was a blond man of about thirty, dressed in hiking gear. His clothes were dusty and his boots were caked with mud, as if he had been walking for days.

"You may, but you’ll have to sleep in the hay barn," she said. "Our house is small, and we don’t have extra beds."

During their brief exchange, it became clear there was someone else in the house — soon he caught sight of a young woman peeking shyly from behind her mother's shoulder. She didn’t resemble her mother much: her hair was light and wavy. She didn’t say anything but watched him with curiosity.

Rain began to fall, so they hurried toward a small barn where he was to spend the night. The barn turned out to be surprisingly cozy. It was half-filled with fragrant hay, and a wooden floor with two small windows near the ceiling gave it the feel of a rustic shelter. The windows were too high for a real house, but still — it was much better than sleeping under the stormy sky.

After a small dinner under the soft light of his camping lantern, the traveler hung his wet clothes to dry, spread his tent like a blanket over the hay, and prepared to sleep. The storm began in full force. Lightning flashed more and more often.
The howl of the wind echoed through the forest, but on the soft hay it was warm and comforting. He was just about to drift off when a strange sound caught his attention — the metallic clink of a bolt being slid into place outside the door.

Why lock me in at night? he thought uneasily and sleep quickly abandoned him.

The strange sounds ceased, but a distinct feeling remained — someone else was in the barn with him. He could almost feel someone's burning gaze on him in the darkness. With cautious movements, he groped for his flashlight, switched it on — and for a split second, before it slipped from his hand and the light died, he saw her.

It was the young woman from the house — the daughter. She stood silently near the door, barefoot in a white nightgown, twisting a lock of her long, curly blond hair around her finger. The loose waves fell over her chest, modestly veiling her curves. Startled, he jerked upright — but at the same moment, invisible arms pinned him gently but firmly down into the hay.

“Shh… don’t make a sound,” she whispered in a soft voice, kneeling beside him. “If my mother hears, she'll be furious. Please, don’t be afraid...”

Her face, illuminated now and then by the flashes of lightning, showed no malice — only a mix of nervous excitement and bold curiosity.

"My name is Estelle," she murmured. "We live so far from the world... it's rare to meet someone new. I just want to spend a little time with you."

Estelle climbed onto the hay next to him and lay down next to him, resting her head on his chest. She felt his heart beating fearfully and enjoyed the warmth emanating from his adult male body. It was unusual, pleasant and exciting for her. Now, for the first time, she had a Human in her power. Magic was working on him, which meant she could do whatever she wanted. The main thing was that her mother didn't find out, who didn't allow her to contact people on her own. And he was still ten years older than her. To begin with, Estelle decided to test the effect of magic; she whispered a spell in her own language and her captive instantly passed out.

"Well, not bad." The girl was happy with her success.

She sat on top of the man, and brought him back to consciousness. He jerked, but an invisible force was still holding his limbs. Realizing what was happening, he calmed down, the initial fear in his eyes gradually began to change to interest.

Then she ran her hand over his muscular chest and further down to his underpants, under which an unexpectedly large penis was hidden. That was her goal. Without wasting time, she pulled the guest's underpants off and felt his meat. The member was slightly excited; the presence of a beautiful blonde caused a corresponding reaction despite the fear. The tip was already wet. She felt it with interest, exposed the head. It was wet from lubricating secretions and this lubricant immediately appeared on her fingers and palm. She covered this slightly wrinkled wet berry with her lips and licked the juice that came out. She liked the beginning.

She took off her nightgown and he could see her perfect breasts with wide, swollen nipples in the light of the lightning and under the cover of her light, slightly curly hair.

“Obey me and everything will be fine,” she whispered in his ear.

At the same time, her breasts touched his torso and she felt how he arched his back so that his erect penis touched her crotch.

“Wait, not so quickly...”

They merged in a passionate kiss with tongue. She felt that the same hurricane was raging inside him as outside and she knew how to use it correctly. She moved her moistening slit right to his lips and he immediately began to kiss and lick it, causing pleasant spasms throughout his body. She enjoyed the flashes of pleasure similar to lightning strikes between clouds. Almost immediately his face was abundantly stained with her slippery elven secretions, their sweet aroma spread throughout the entire barn. Her plump lips were to his taste, and her licker penetrated his tongue between them deeper and deeper, wanting to quench his thirst with the juice of her "persimmon".

She gazed at it with wonder, her fingers wrapping around its pulsing length. A moan escaped her lips, pure and involuntary. Lowering herself, she brushed her wet, aching entrance along his shaft, teasing both of them to the brink. Then, in one fluid, desperate motion, she took him inside her. Her tight, dripping pussy welcomed him greedily, stretching around him inch by thick inch. Estelle gasped, throwing her head back as her body was filled for the first time by real, human flesh. She rocked her hips, slowly at first, savoring every delicious friction, every trembling connection between them. Her thighs clamped around his hips, her hands clutching at his shoulders for balance as she rode him harder, faster, like a wild thing unleashed.

The barn echoed with their gasps and moans, blending with the distant growl of thunder. Her inner walls clenched around him again and again, drawing him deeper, milking him with frantic, eager contractions. She was losing herself completely, her mind blank but for the waves of pleasure building higher, crashing through her like the storm outside.

With a cry like the breaking of the sky, Estelle came — hard, violently, her body shuddering atop him as she flooded his cock with her sweet, wet heat. Spent, she collapsed against his chest, panting, trembling, her pussy still spasming gently around him, unwilling to let him go.

Lying on his burning chest, Estelle felt his desire stirring once again. Inside her, his cock began to pulse stronger, coming back to life and swelling with new strength. Smiling mischievously, she slowly lifted her hips, feeling his thick shaft slip out of her dripping wet pussy, leaving a trail of warm, sticky wetness behind. Her tight folds clenched a few times, unwilling to let him go.

Estelle licked her lips, tasting the sweet flavor of her own juices, and slid down along his body, her skin brushing against his taut muscles. She grasped his shaft in her small hand — it was wet, slick, slightly sticky from their mingled fluids.

At every touch, it twitched as if it were a living being, ready to explode. She brought the head to her lips, inhaled the dense, heavy scent of their shared arousal, and gave a teasing lick, savoring the salty, musky flavor. Her warm tongue explored every ridge, every vein, tracing over the sensitive skin stretched taut around his swollen glans. Opening her mouth wider, she engulfed him deeper, sliding him nearly to the back of her throat. Her lips tightened around his throbbing shaft, and her tongue played skillfully along the sensitive underside of the head, sending shudders through his helpless body. She bobbed her head rhythmically, sucking hard and insistently, as if she wanted to draw out every last drop of his life force. Her fingers massaged his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm, encouraging the inevitable climax.

He groaned through clenched teeth, unable to resist the building waves inside him. Sensing he was close, Estelle took him even deeper, letting him drown in the heat of her eager, greedy mouth. And then — with a full-body shudder — he climaxed. Thick, hot cum spurted forcefully into her throat in strong, desperate bursts.

Estelle moaned in satisfaction, swallowing greedily, taking in every pulse, feeling the warmth spreading inside her as she drank it all down without spilling a single drop. Even as his body twitched in the last spasms of release, she gently licked his still-hard cock clean, savoring the taste. Finally sated, she lay beside him, her light hair spilling across his stomach, her body radiating satisfied warmth. She listened to his slowing breathing for a long moment.

"How sad it is that he'll leave in the morning..." Estelle thought, trailing her fingers along his rough cheek.

The rain ceased, leaving the air heavy with the scent of earth. After some time, the man drifted into a deep sleep, and Estelle, satisfied with her curiosity, gently released him from her magical hold. With her desire fulfilled, she made her way back to her home, moving swiftly in the darkness, careful to return before dawn so as not to be seen by her mother.

The man would sleep until late in the morning, his strength slowly returning — and when he woke, it would seem as if it had all been a dream, a fleeting vision from the night. Yet the taste of ripe "persimmon" still lingered on his lips and the warmth of his own nakedness would haunt his thoughts, stirring something deep within him that would linger long after.

Perhaps it would lead him to wonder: had he truly wandered lost by chance? Or, at some point, had he become a mere passenger in a journey where nothing was ever truly in his control...