Page 56 of Dryad, Try Again
Once we’re on a corner of the dance floor far from any harpies or bat shifters flapping up and down, I stop walking. I take the opportunity to tug Kovi forward with my left hand and have him face me. Grinning up at him, I take out my right hand, and a moment later, I’m holding both of his branch arms.
The beat thumps harder as the music upticks in tempo into “Disturbia” by Rihanna, an utterly appropriate Halloween song. “This is my jam!” I shout over the music. Kovi smiles down at me and doesn’t pull away as I get closer. I move his arms back and forth to the beat, and a few moments later, he begins to shimmy himself. He’s awkward, for sure, with his lumbering legs of, well, lumber, but he’s so endearing. It means a lot that he’s willing to groove with me in front of the entire school.
Everyone in the room is singing along to the words, but I only have eyes for the tree monster in front of me. When heputs his branches on my shoulders, I hop forward and sing louder. I do a spin underneath him and we laugh. When I spin again, I pull him closer and back up into him. The few inches of space between us disappear, and my sweaty body gently presses against his wooden form.
Holy underground world, I’m grinding on a dryad.
Before we make the mistake of getting even freakier on the floor—the professors are here!—the tempo slows down. The familiar twangs of a country tune play overhead. “Crazier” by Taylor Swift is a classic, and one of the most romantic songs I know. Couples around me slow down and proceed to hold each other in a gentle embrace. I unfurl myself from Kovi’s big arms and look up at him. He nods, seeming to understand me without saying a word, and puts his branches out.
It’s awkward at first, but eventually he settles on wrapping his wooden vines around me. He gently binds me up and kneels down. I step on the giant trunks of his knees and manage to get my arms around his wooden shoulders. Then, slowly but surely, the ceiling gets closer to me.
As Taylor Swift croons about her feet being lifted off the ground, Kovi literally has me above the floor. I’m floating several feet in the air, grabbing tightly onto Kovi’s neck and shoulders while his branches gently hold up my backside. I’m high up, but I know he has me. In this moment, I should be afraid, but I’m not. Because this dryad looks at me like I’m the last human on earth, like I’m worthy.
So we sway together, surrounded by all our friends at this monstrous school that has quickly become my home. And when I lean in to kiss him, the pieces of my heart that I thought were barren begin to flourish. I’m falling in love with this dryad, and I’m ready to take on the world with him.
Several days later,I park my car somewhere in the West Woods. Kovi insists it’s a private spot, even in the middle of the morning, so it’s the perfect location for our new definition of intimacy. I can see it being comfortable, considering it’s a small grove with a relatively flat, grassy surface. I didn’t think I’d ever have sex in the forest, but Kovi has instilled in me a newfound appreciation of the woods.
Once out of the car, I leave the door open and lay down several picnic blankets two yards away. I place the rest of the contents—a singular pillow, a towel, and a bottle of lube—beside the red-checkered fabric.Perfect. “We good to go?” I ask.
“As long as you agree to the rules.” He takes another walk in a circular perimeter, staring at the trees. I know he has some dryad trickery up his sleeve. “May I?” he asks.
I nod and smile. “Please.”
In the next instant, he’s morphed into his dryad self. He’s attractive in both forms, but the next sight completely takes my breath away. He raises his branch arms, and the trees around us bend forward. My jaw drops as the trunks shift, forming a perimeter of walls made of arbor. The canopy reaches upward, nearly obscuring the sun.
“Woah,” I mutter. Kovi, me, and my car, are all occluded from vision. Even if some random hiker walked by, they would only see a fortress made of leaves, wood, and vines. Kovi did what he promised—he created a private and secluded area in the forest.
All for us.
“So…” He looks at me, having morphed back to human, and nervously plays with his fingers. I know this means I need to take the lead.
“You…are amazing.” I pat the blanket next to where I’m sitting. “Care to join me?”
He nods and sits down, and my heart beats faster. I’m about to have forest sex with a dryad—how is this my life? I want so badly to let Kovi give in, to let himself go, and enjoy pure sexual bliss. I reach for the buttons of his shirt, but before I can strip my boyfriend, he takes my wrists.
“Are you sure?” He bites his lip.
“Are you?” I try to give a placating smile. “I want this. And considering the work you’ve gone through with your tree powers, I’m thinking the moment is right.”
Heat flares in his eyes, but he doesn’t let go. “You remember the rules?”
“Yes.” I nod quickly. “I’ll jump in the car when the time comes, I promise. It’ll shield me when you um…come undone.”
We both snicker. “Is this weird?” he asks.
“We go to Creepin U. Everyone’s weird” We laugh out loud, our voices bouncing off the barrier of trees. “But Kovi, I trust you. And I want you.” I gradually lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth. He shivers—why does kissing him always feel like the first time? I kiss the other corner, then lean forward to his ear. “Let me suck you off, please,” I whisper.
That does it. In a blur, we’re a mess of limbs ripping off each other’s clothes. We kiss hungrily, like we might not ever have this again. Soon enough, we’re both down to our boxers. Yeah, I’m just as hard as him, but I bat his hand away when he tries to touch me. He’s already had me…now it’s my turn.
I kiss down his neck and he lies back. I travel down that dark muscled torso, exploring him with my mouth. I lick and suckle each pec, alternating between his left and right nipples. He sighsin delight, and I feel his erection tenting his shorts. When I travel down to his abs, he alternates between gasping and moaning. At long last, I pull down his boxer shorts, and his hard cock springs free. He’s so into this, and he’s fully flesh. So far so good.
I want my boyfriend to feel as amazing as he makes me feel. I want to service him like I’ve never pleasured a man before. As I lean in and place my tongue on his sack, it dawns on me that I’ve never actually savored intimacy with a dude, they were all hurried affairs in the dark. Kovi is the only exception; he makes everything feel right. He fits my life.
And as my tongue trails up those seven inches of towering heat, I want to show Kovi exactly how well we fit.
“May I?” I purr. I kiss the underside of his cock and it quivers in response.
“Fuck,” he whines. “Fuck, I won’t last long…”
