Page 63 of Dryad, Try Again
“No, no, I’m into it! Green light!” He nods vigorously, but I’m skeptical. He’s had two counseling sessions so far with the school therapist covering his fear of tree monsters. Still, that baggage doesn’t go away overnight, and he’s going to continue the therapy in the coming year. “Time in!” he chirps with a thumbs up.
“Okay, but you tell me if this role play stuff is getting weird,” I reply.
“Well…” His eyes fill with heat, and he steps forward. “Is it weird, Mr. Tree Monster, to say I’m…kind of turned on?”
I grin. “Oh?” I wrap my branch arms around him.
“Yes. You’re so big…with your branches…” He trails one finger along my wood, and I shiver in response. “You could have your way with little ole me…”
His voice has me weak, but when he continues to stroke up and down my vines and branches, I shudder. Each caress sends jolts of supernatural arousal down to each of my roots and up to the leaves on my head.No one has ever turned me on this much.“I am, after all, a human who got lost in your words,” he purrs.
I shut my eyes and try not to burst at the thought. Tanner already has me on edge, and this wassonot part of my plan. I sense his body heat get closer. Then, he places his lips near mine. “Take me, dryad,” he whispers.
That primal instinct reawakens. I open my eyes and fully emerge from the tree. He looks up and drops his basket, and I grin. Reaching down, I lift him up under his shoulders, spin him around, and then pin him against the massive trunk. Without a moment to breathe, I summon vines to bind his arms up. He gasps and struggles, and seeing that only makes me command the plants to increase their hold.
He’s my prisoner now.
I move forward, crowding his space, then take in his scent. His delicious aroma is masculine and musky, so different than the forest surrounding us. As he struggles, I move my vine hands forward, and in ten seconds flat, I undo the buttons of his shirt. His pristine chest is exposed now, and it thrills me to no end. When I kiss between his pecs, he shivers. Then, I move to suck on his right nipple and tweak the left, rendering him a squirming, gasping mess.
I want so many things with Tanner right now. I want to edge him until he’s delirious. I want to suck him and fuck him all at once. I want to wrap him up in vines and cocoon him forever. Okay, maybe that last fantasy is harmful, but I’d love to try the other two.
But no, tonight we had a plan, and kink is all about sticking to what you agree on. I reach down for his basket. “My oh my, pretty human, what do you have here?”
When I pull out the contents, he opens his eyes. “That’s mine, Mr. Tree Monster.”
I hold it up to him in my wooden hand, and he smirks. In my branches is a tiny bottle of lube and a hefty, silicone, self-pleasure toy, a cock sleeve. Today, however, I’m going to use it on him. My human. Mymate.
“I’d like to use it…” I ask with a grin.
“What? You’re going to undo my pants and have your way with me until I scream?” he asks, breathlessly.
“No one can hear you out here…” I growl. I smirk and spread my vines until they deftly undo his pants. Before I pull down his boxers to expose his obvious hard-on, I look at him again.
“Green light,” he whispers with a smile. He’s all tied up and consenting to be my sex prisoner.This is the best day ever.
I yank his pants down and his hard cock bounces up. Like a kid in a candy store, I can’t help myself—I lean forward and kiss his hardness. He sighs in delight. Then, the next move surprises even me. I morph my tree hand into budding leaves and make it circular, almost like a wreath.
Then, I proceed to gently, lovingly, stroke him off with it. The feeling should be feather-light, teasing almost, and no wood or splinters are anywhere near him. My leaves feel the pulse of his cock, and I increase the pressure, then loosen up. I jerk slowly, speed up, then slow down. This has the effect of making Tanner almost hyperventilate.Glorious.
“Fuh…fuuhhh…wow…” he rasps.
“You like?” I ask in the deepest tone I can muster.
“Yes…yes, Mr. Tree Monster.”
I titter and reach into the basket—bingo. “You’ll like this more.” I take out the bottle of lube and drench his dick with it. Then, I take the sex toy and tease just the cockhead with it.
“How is this…human?”
“More,” he whimpers. He struggles against my vines, but I have him at my mercy. It’s all so hot. And it’s gotten me impatient for the main event.
I jerk him off with the plastic sleeve. I take it down with ease, then back up. The slick sounds fill our little dome of wood. We’re the only two beings on the planet.
“Oh…oh…oooh…oh yes.” His whining sounds of pleasure are music to my ears.
“You like this, human?”
“Yes,” he mutters, eyes shut.
