Page 57 of Dryad, Try Again
“That’s not a no…” I mutter with a grin. I stroke his cock just to make him squirm.
“Okay…do it slowly…” he whispers, eyes clenched tight.
“Do what?” I tease.
“Slowly…” He raises his head and makes eye contact. He’s equal parts hungry and anxious. I lick my lips, desperate to make my man, my monster feel that ecstasy. He’s breathless as he utters the next few words: “Tanner…please, slowly…suck me off.”
I don’t need to be told twice. There, in the woods, surrounded by towers of supernaturally bent trees, I give Kovi the sex he’s been craving. I open wide, pull my teeth back, and take him in. His cock is warm, tasty and pulsing with need. He’s not too thick, but thrumming with a burning virility I’ve never felt before.
Looking up to see the fruits of my labor is a priceless sight. Kovi’s eyes are rolled back. And his hands are gripping the blanket. I want to memorize this beautiful sight.This is the best day ever.
I suck and suck, taking him to the back of my throat. I swallow his saltiness and take a few detours at just the head. His uncut cock is a thing of glory, and I lap up all the precum leaking out. I’m trying to remain cognizant that Kovi could shift at any time, but he’s all man so far. Trying to be vigilant is hard when you’re, well, hard. I’m bricked up in my shorts, but this isn’t about me. So, as my chest pounds with nervousness and arousal, I continue to suck down to the base and back up to the head.
After two minutes of my jaw workout, his burning cock begins to pulse more. I grab the lube without letting him leave my mouth. He tastes so good. Kovi hasn’t said an intelligible word this entire time, so I must be doing something right. I lick up and down, then take him into my throat.
“Tanner…” he mutters. His head thrashes back and forth and I freeze. “Tanner…stop…” he whispers.
Reluctantly, I pull off and promptly place the bottle of lube in this hand. He nods with an urgent look, and I quickly dash off into the car. Once the door is closed, I gaze out the driver’s window to catch my boyfriend going at it. He’s stroking himself off to completion; despite being in the car and two yards away from him, it’s still freaking hot.
The next thing I see is nearly indescribable. I’ve witnessed Kovi shift into his dryad form, that’s nothing unexpected. But where I anticipated him to resemble a statue of wood and thorns, instead, his body expands. As Kovi shouts out in the throes of his orgasm, his body is gone, replaced with an unimaginable tangle of greenery and vines. The branches spread out rapidly, like a wildfire made of flora. The vines reach me and completely engulf the car. I understand now why we planned to have this type of protection. Without my car to shield me, I could have gotten hurt again.
After ten seconds, it’s not quite over. The trees around us quiver, and Kovi’s form changes once more. Now, every branch and vine blooms with gorgeous flowers.
“Woah,” I mutter. Petals of pink, white, yellow, and of course, green, fly out. For sixty seconds, my car is surrounded by a floral wonderland.
Once the budding subsides, his wood form retracts down to the dryad I know. He’s lying there, his wooden eyes closed, and his limbs splayed out, starfish style. I take the opportunity to open the door.
“Kovi?”
“Come here,” he mutters, in a tired, wrecked tone, like he just ran a marathon. He speaks in that deep voice that I’m growing to adore, beckoning me, and I beam. If you told me three months ago that I’d jump into the sheets with a tree monster, I’d say you were delusional.
But now, as I lie on top of his wooden chest—firm, grainy, yet supernaturally soft at the same time—I find peace. I curl up on my dryad and nestle my face into his neck. I take in his piney scent and caress his sexy tree bark chest.
“How was that?” I mutter.
“Good,” he croaks.
I snicker. “The flowers were beautiful.”
He moves his head up, and I do the same. Looking at him, I’ve grown to recognize his wooden face already. He’s Kovi, my monster, my man, and I want him to be everything. “That never happened before,” he says. “You did that.”
I gasp and he smiles, stroking my chin. I crane forward and kiss him. Here amongst the twisting trees, we’ve officially learned to make love our way, and I couldn’t be more content.
24
KOVI
I’m seatedon a velvet-lined bench in the ornate hallway I’ve only visited a couple of times. No students are around, and the massive stained glass windows block any noise other than the pounding of my heart. I pull at my hoodie as my anxiety suffocates me. I’m suddenly wishing I wore nicer clothes to this meeting. But this isn’t a job interview—on the contrary, I’m almost breaking up with the dean. Then why am I so sweaty?
“The dean will see you now.”
I jump in my seat at the monotone, wispy voice of a ghost floating next to me. She apparently just walked through the dean’s door. The apparition bows, not at all fazed—but phased?—by my reaction, then floats off.
I gulp.Game time.
I have a seat across from Dean Yaga as she finishes writing some letter. “Oh good, you’re here, Mr. Sampath,” she says with a smile.
She’s still not looking up, and I square my shoulders. “Yes, well, the reason I arranged for this meeting was so we could chat about my employment.”
