Janessa was awoken by the sound of murmuring nearby. She opened her eyes. To her shock, a group of five people stood just outside the cave, staring at her. Before she could say anything, a middle-aged man, apparently the leader of the group, stepped forward. He bowed.
“Beautiful nymph, we are honored you have chosen this cave as your grotto. We have brought you offerings to welcome you. Hopefully, you see fit to bless our village and farms with luck and a bountiful harvest.” Janessa stared at him. The man carefully placed a basket of bread before her. “We will send you further gifts every week.”
The rest of the group bowed their heads and muttered words of thanks. Then, without saying anything else, they left the hidden grove that housed the cave. Janessa looked over at Fury, who was now sniffing the basket curiously.
“They think I am a nymph?” she whispered. Fury whickered softly. “I am a stunningly gorgeous nude woman who mysteriously appeared in a cave. I do not blame them for their conclusion.” Janessa took the basket before Fury’s curiosity could spoil the bread. “I suppose this is an acceptable arrangement for now. No one would suspect Prince Jasper to be posing as a cave nymph.”
Part of Janessa felt guilty about leading the village people astray in such a way. But she had no choice. She had to survive. And if the villagers felt their gifts to her were helping them, well, she wouldn’t tell them otherwise. But she did know that if the villagers started asking why their gifts weren’t working, she would leave immediately.
The third week that Janessa was brought an offering, a handsome young man delivered it. Janessa took one look at him and knew what she really wanted. Not only did she have the body of a concubine, she had the sex drive of one as well. And she was insanely horny at this point.
“I need not your material offering,” Janessa said dismissively. She smiled at the man. “For an offering this week, all I need from you is pleasure.” That was all it took for the man to eagerly fuck Janessa. As the man thrust into Janessa’s womanhood vigorously, a new plan formed for the former Prince. Eventually, they both came, Janessa screaming in delight and the man grunting as he shot his seed into her.
“Was that a satisfactory offering, Lady?” the man asked nervously. Janessa stroked his bearded face, smiling.
“Oh, yes. It was,” she purred. “You may take your material goods back to your village. From now on, I would like a virile man to visit me every now and then. I will take his seed as that week’s offering. But it cannot be a man every week. Even I must rest.” The man bowed. He dressed, grabbed the basket of food he’d brought, and fled back to the village.
From then on, a handsome young man visited Janessa every other week, having sex with her instead of giving her food or other items. Janessa was fine with this system. She could forage for food. And she was slowly filling her cave with furniture, to make it more of a home. Some items she built fully on her own, others she made using items given to her as offerings, and some were even offerings, such as the small jewelry box she kept salt and herbs in.
Janessa was happy. But six months after she had settled into her role as a faux nymph…