Winter’s Foreplay

It had been a long time since a man had entered Eira’s lair. There once was a time when she had her pick of soldiers, hunters, and axe men. Every night a different delicacy to satisfy her appetite, sometimes more than one. She would whisper temptations through the wind, leading them deeper into the forest. Only to realize too late they were trapped like the animals they may have been hunting.She would slate her lust, her prey often a willing participant, for she was a winter beauty. But once her desire was fulfilled, the nymph devoured her mate and set about finding another to satisfy her.

Now all men wanted to do were play with gadgets and gizmos in the civilized cities. Eira had to wait patiently for a man who decided to reconnect with nature. They were never built to her standards — too scrawny, too pale, too whinny — but they would do to sustain her lust. Often carrying packs and wearing ridiculous patches over their ears, she would have to drum up a gust to send their covering flying before she could use her song to lead them deep into her trap. Her minions would take care of the trappings while she attempted to charm these less willing hikers.

Chilling winds bite

Into uncovered ears

Winter’s foreplay

7 thoughts on “Winter’s Foreplay

  1. Peripatetic Eric says:

    Great haiku to go along with the story.

  2. Ursa Bowers says:

    This was a really interesting twist to an old concept; I could absolutely see this fueling a longer work, if you chose to expand on it.

  3. kz says:

    ooooh loved this story! poor Eira haha

  4. Sunshine says:

    ha! poor Eira’s selection…”too scrawny, too pale, too whinny — but they would do to sustain her lust…” 🙂

  5. It’s not easy to be a wood nymph these days. And I agree with sunshine, the description of a hiker is perfect. Made me giggle.

  6. JazzBumpa says:

    wood nymph
    her hungers unsatisfied
    wood nympho


  7. Sarah Ann says:

    I like the way your haiku mirrors the prose exactly.

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