He stepped over the great roots of impossibly large trees. The cool mist of the wood was nice on his face, but it was dampening his clothes. Nothing to be worried about he was sure, if the rumors were true then he would be supping with a beautiful woman soon. He was following the stories of a witch residing in a forest the locals called the Bigwood. True to its name the forest was populated with large tall trees.
The townsfolk were scared of the witch, who he had on good authority was a curvy creature with pretty red hair. She didn’t sound all that scary to him, but then again he was a part of that wise class of men called pleasure seekers. They weren’t all exclusively men mind you, but the overwhelming majority were. Men who had seen fit to travel the world in search of women of all shapes and stripes. He still bedded the odd tavern girl here and there, or shared the hay with a farmers daughter, but to him the greatest women were those that seemed wickedly dangerous. Just the other month he had been to the town of Shoreten, where he had a tryst with a mermaid. That was a dangerous encounter, the mermaid drained him dry of his seed and nearly his soul, he was lucky to get out alive, unlike some [poor fools](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10lk80a/mermaid_cove/).