(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Nymph_by_Sylwiaa.jpg)<br/><br/>Halie's grotto, from which flowed a wondrous crystalline stream, was not placed as strategically as she would have liked. Passerbyes and wayfarers were not as frequent as she wished, so secluded was her abode. She was a solitary creature at her essence to be sure, though she was a paradox. Her very nature necessitated she live alone, though a large part of her sustenance required the company of strangers. Like a man come home from a long day's of work hungers for a hearty meal, so did Halie hunger. Yet Halie hungered what most others partook of only as the desire arose, she required to remain vibrant and healthy. What Halie hungered was erotic fulfillment.<br/><br/>Just a week afore she was gifted a lone traveler, a man passing through, apparently lost or perhaps struck with wanderlust, she did not know. It had been far too long between opportunities and Halie was filled with a frightening lust. The seduction was blissfully short and before long Halie mounted the man like a frothing trollop. The poor man, if he could be noted as such all things considered, lie for hours upon the banks of the stream exhausted from Halie's vigorous lovemaking. Halie though receded into her haven, disappearing and the man eventually moved on.<br/><br/>The visit from her goddess, Aphrodite, however filled Halie with a renewed sense of purpose and vitality she had lacked over the past few years. Her role in the schemes of the gods was small, but came at no price, and indeed she looked only to benefit. The mere memory of Aphrodite's kiss invoked tingling sensations that danced along her spine and moistened her in the most delightful ways. Aphrodite's whispered promises too gave Halie hope and filled her days with the most wonderful imaginings.<br/><br/>In many ways Halie favored her goddess. Her tresses were of the finest among her kind; long, golden and silky. She was diminutive, just reaching five feet in height and yet full bosomed with womanly hips. Her complexion was creamy and soft, her eyes a blue green that hearkened to her oceanic heritage. Like all nymphs and Nereid she had a rapacious appetite for pleasures of the flesh, and it matter none the gender of her chosen mate.<br/><br/>What Aphrodite promised was headed her way haunted sweet Halie's days and nights. The possibilities were exciting and a rare chance indeed to partake of company she rarely had before. Safely tucked away among her effects was the mysterious bowl, an item that had been in her possession for countless decades. Little had she know how important it would become and that such a seemingly simple item would one day secure Halie such pleasures.<br/><br/>There lie Halie, upon a grassy bed on the banks of her trickling stream, dreaming of the time to soon come were such proud, beautiful and mortal creatures would arrive. Such joy would she garner from the seduction and eventual submission to sweet temptations.