A/N-- I know I haven't finished my other story yet but I do intend to and this one just wouldn;t leave me alone, it seemed to fun not to give it a chance and I know that nymphs are suppose to be girls and everything but for the sake of this story, 'Spider Nymphs are male and female' .    I hope that u all like it as well, reply to let me know what u think, if ya like or hate, or if ya think something neds changed or whatever, ur opioions are important to me, anyway I hope you enjoy his and thank you for reading :D

Whittaker Holbrook sat alone at an old beaten wood table in an old run down repungnent tavern. He was twenty-four and a craftsman by trade. He carved medallions, necklaces, and other jewelry like items and used them in trade for other items he needed. He carved mostly wood and stone, and very seldom if he had the material he carved handles for daggers and knives from bone, or wood and inlaid them with jems of silver.

The market for such things however was far and few, he did it more for enjoyment then profit, but after having no permanet place ot call home for so long, he grew tired of traveling.

Being alone and broke was two things that bothered Whittaker the most, he barely had enough to by supplies and he he had sold his stallion weeks before. The tavern wasn't very warm and the food could barely be called that, but it was cheap and all the small village had to offer.

There was a group of men that came in booming with laughter and talking so loudthat the walls shook. Whittaker ignored them for the most part, taking bites of his stew and bread, and taking sips of the ale in his glass.

"A man could be rich for the rest of his life from that silk",one man boomed and the words caught Whittakers attention though he acted as if he paid no mind to the conversation.

"Spider nymphs, I hear that they are male and trade only for the purpose of baring young", another said. Whittaker frowned, what kind of trade was something like that

"But that silk",continued the man, "is said to be as light as air and strong enough that even a sword cannot cut through it, it would fetch a very fair price".  "It would be impossible to even find those Nymphs, they are not easily found".

"I hear they dwell in the Whispering Hollows",said the first man with a laugh, "That misty valley which no man ever returns from, I value my life more then money my friends, let someone other then I try his luck",he said and they all laughed.

Whittaker however figured that he would journey to the Whispering Hollows, maybe he would find those so call Spider Nymphs and trade them for some of their silk or other goods.

He left in the night and was in the Hollows by noon the next day. The Hollows was a valley filled with mist for most of the day, yet it was light so Whittaker set up his makeshift camp on a soft patch of grass beaneth a willow tree.

It was warm enough that after a short rest, Whittaker decided that he would rinse out his dirty clothing and bathe in the cool water of the clear river.

It was in the river where he encountered a man he hadn;t noticed being there before. The man was tall, his bare body waist deep in the water, but his chest was smooth, lean but nicely toned and golden. His hair was long and silver, framing a beautiful youthful face.

It wasn't until he was up close that Whittaker saw that his eyes were a combination of silvery blue and black. This was one of the Spider Nymphs the men from the tavern had been talking about, they truely exsisted.

"Hello traveler",he said with an open friendly smile, "How are you called",he ask his voice was soft and clear. "Whittaker, I'm called Whittaker Holbrook",he answered, his own voice was rough and deep compaired to the velvet of the others.

"Whittaker Holbrook, a pleasant if somewhat odd name",the other said. "I am called Zever, I am Cheiftain of this Valley. What is it you seek here",he demanded.

Whittaker stared at him ,"I'm looking for the Spider Nymphs, I am a craftsman looking to trade and I have heard of a silk your poeple make",he answered calmly though he felt his heart sped up at the sudden look of intrigue on the others handsome face.

"Have you now? Tell me Whittaker Holbrook, what have you heard of our silk?",he ask. "Only that there is none other like it, that is light and yet strong enough to withstand a blade",Whittaker admitted.

Zever nodded, "This is true",he smiled as he opened his mouth showing two thin curved wickedly sharp fangs, "But there is so much more to this silk then that, we hold it very dear. Have you heard of what we ask in return our silk?".

Whittaker had but he said nothing and Zever waded closer to him, "We work very hard on our silk, on the cloth that is made from it, are you willing to pay what I would ask for in return for a bolt of silken cloth",he ask as he reached forward to touch Whittakers dark hair, pulling out the band that held it back.

Whittaker was a handsome man but he felt he was nothing in comparison with the unearthly man before him. The hand in his hair moved to touch the rough stuble on his jaw before a thumb moved to run over is lips. Zevers other hand made its way down his arm and side to his slender waist then stopped to rest on his bare flat belly.

"If you will lay with me, I will give you a bolt of our silk cloth", Xever said smiling seductively, "A night of passion in exchange for the very best silk I have to offer".

Whittaker swallowed as he nodded, "One night only",he said firmly, Zevers smile widened as he agreed, "One night is all I'll need. However you must promise that if you come to find yourself with child, you will return to me here. If you do not concieve you may go on with your life and your wealth without another though of me".

Whittaker bit his bottom lip in thought, Zevers words implied that their was chance that he'd get pregnant, but then again it would only be one time and the likeness of his conceiving were slim, but still he thought. "Two bolts and i'll agree to return should I conceive a child with you".Whittaker told him and Zever laughed.

"Surely one bolt would bring you wealth for a lifetime, however I will agree, you intrigue me greatly. Kiss me now to bind this agreement and I will take you to me home so that you may rest". Whittaker nodded and leaned forward pressing his lips against Zever and sighing at the softness and sweetness of the others lips.

"You will enjoy the bargin as much I will, I can assure you that",Xever said as he pulled away and Whittake found that he was inclined to agree.

A/N-- so what do you think so far, is it worth continueing, I kinda like it so I might either way, but I really like writing fot the enjoyment of others and I certinely hope this does just that, anyway I'll update as soon as I can, thnx for reading