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Dryad (mf, cons, fantasy)
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Dryad
by
Peat Brett
Sometimes I try to remember what I was doing in the forest, how I got
lost. I can't, though. It was too long ago, and what happened afterwards was
more than enough to cast a fog on how it all began.
Suffice it to say I was looking for something. I don't even remember
what anymore. It doesn't matter though. I found something wonderful in that
wood, something more than I could ever have dreamed or wished for, but it
wasn't what I had come to find.
The wood was dark and dense, the heady smell of pine and soil thick in
my nostrils. I had been wandering about for hours, lost, with no real sense of
direction, unable to see the sun to make use of it as a compass. The trees
were far too thick for that.
The sun had set, and the forest grew quite chill. I wasn't
appropriately dressed to stand the elements after dark. It was fall, and while
the trees looked quite beautiful in their annual transition from green to
brown, slipping through a myriad of colors in between, I was afraid that would
not be enough to keep me warm.
I walked about, trying to keep my blood circulating, cold, hungry,
tired. My feet dragged through the thick carpet of leaves on the forest floor,
their cold seeping into my shoes. The eternal beauty which had assaulted me as
I first entered the forest was no longer so impressive. The forest was huge,
and it was possible that I might well wander about till I starved if I didn't
come up with an idea. The subtle dangers of such a lovely place were only just
now becoming apparent.
Finally, I realized that there was no hope to make it out before dawn.
Stumbling about in the dark would be foolish. If I were to fall, or run into a
tree, there would be no one to help me. With that thought warming my spirit, I
picked a small clearing in the wood in which to sleep the night. The clearing
was roughly circular, and about a dozen feet in diameter. A sapling oak, about
five feet high, grew in the clearing's center.
I laid myself down within the thick roots of a massive, ancient,
gnarled oak, and covered myself to the shoulders in leaves, hoping to keep in
whatever heat I could. Soon, I was fast asleep, and dreaming...
At least, I thought I was dreaming. The fact is, I might well have
been awake, watching, and simply dismissing what I saw as a dream. What
happened after made that a distinct possibility.
There was a stirring of leaves on the forest floor in the small
clearing in which I lay, as if a small whirlwind breeze had centered in the
clearing. The leaves on the ground rose up in the wind, spinning about the
tiny tree, more and more, until I could hardly make out the sapling at all.
The cold air tingled as I breathed, watching this spectacle before. I could
feel the magic at work, the power of the Earth rising up into the sapling that
was its child.
Suddenly, the wind stopped. The leaves fell back to the floor, and
settled once again. It was the sapling which stirred then.
The stiff limbs of the tiny tree began to stretch and bend, the bark
smoothing as its roots pulled slowly from the ground. I lay mesmerized as the
branches pulled and melted together while the lower half of the trunk split in
two. I watched, unable to blink, eyes tearing, as the sapling shifted and
swelled to ample proportions, leaves turning to long brown silken hair with
just the slightest touch of green, roots becoming feet.
And as I lay, half terrified, half captivated, a beautiful wood nymph
stood before me. A Dryad. I had heard of such creatures in mythology,
beautiful guardians of the forest and nature, who sometimes enticed men into
getting lost with slight glimpses of shapely legs as they ran through the
woods. I could not believe that one stood there before me, apparently
oblivious to my presence.
She was just over five feet tall, and beautiful. She had large, almond
shaped eyes of emerald green, and skin of a rich brown, as if deeply tanned by
the sun. A beam of moonlight cut through the canopy of leaves overhead and
shone directly on the center of the clearing, directly on her. The pale,
silvery light limned her form, highlighting her curves. Her breasts were large
firm swells, with nubs the color of chocolate, which were covered when she
stood still by the green tinted brown hair which reached all the way down to
the back of her knees. Her body was ample in every way, yet delicate, and
firm. The perfect nymph out of legend.
I was unable to move, unable to speak, captivated by her beauty. My
body felt like it was rooted to the ground as her's had been mere moments ago.
I could only watch as, ignoring my presence completely, she stretched one arm
into the air, then the other, and twirled a pirouette, her hair flying about,
revealing her perfect form in full.
She danced in that small clearing for I don't know how long. Her grace
and beauty held me spellbound, entranced by the magic charge, the sexual energy
she seemed to generate in the air. She leaped and twirled about, hardly
stirring the blanket of leaves on the floor as she swayed. It was as if she
was merely a phantom, not really there. The light of the moon seemed to follow
her body as she danced joyfully about, celebrating her beauty, which was a
reflection of the beauty of nature about her.
Finally, the cotton in my throat cleared. "Who are you?" I whispered
in a hoarse voice, feeling utterly grotesque before this creature of absolute
beauty.
She stopped her dance and froze, like a frightened doe, her large eyes
staring directly at me. Then she ran.
It took a moment for me to realize she was gone. But then suddenly,
the spell was broken and I was off and running after her.
I tore through the woods in the direction I had seen her go, the
branches and scrub whipping against my face and hands, tearing my skin and
clothing. I thought I had lost her, but I caught a glimpse of thigh, still
bathed in moonlight, off to the left. I stumbled as I tried to cut the turn
without slowing, but I was back up and going in a flash.
I have no idea how many minutes I chased her for, changing direction at
a flash of buttock or bit of trailing hair as she bounced merrily away ahead of
me, but finally I managed to close the gap. I hadn't given any thought as to
what I'd do when I caught her, nor did I think as I lunged forward and grasped
her about the waist, pulling her soft, smooth bare skin against me.
I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair and inhaling the
aromatic scent of it as I nuzzled her warm shoulder and brought my lips against
the nape of her neck, tasting her.
Our momentum continued to carry us forward, right into a large tree
which stood at the end of a path. The Dryad simply passed through the bark of
the tree, slipping inside, while I rammed full force into the hard wood.
Stunned, I fell backwards onto the ground, unsure of what had just
happened. As I rubbed my bruised forehead, I heard a melodic, tinkling
laughter echo from within the tree. A delicate hand slipped through the bark
as if it wasn't there and curled a finger, beckoning me to follow. I grasped
that hand tightly, and was pulled right into the tree!
It took a moment for my senses to adjust. It seemed a long moment as I
passed through the tree, and I felt as if I was traveling further than the
diameter of the trunk. Regardless, I suddenly found myself sitting in what can
only be described as a small room. The scent of sap was strong, and it made me
feel light headed. It was dark, but after a few moments my eyes dilated to the
extent where I could see her. I remember nothing else about the room save that
I was lying on something soft and she was there. She was the focus of all my
senses.
We stared at each other for a long moment, saying nothing, until I
could stand it no longer. I swept her into my arms, crushing her against me,
and grasped the back of her head, pulling her lips to meet mine. Our tongues
intertwined as we kissed, alive and pulsing within each other's mouths. My
hands roamed about her body, crushing and stroking everything they came into
contact with. I broke the kiss so that my lips could trail down her neck,
teeth scraping lightly, to her shoulders, biting, wetting with my tongue.
I brought my lips lower, kissing and sucking on her soft breasts as her
hands began to work my clothing off, revealing my arousal. She wrapped her
hand about me and tugged lightly, sending waves of pleasure through my body as
I eased her onto her back, my head slipping between her thighs.
My tongue entered her hungrily, and she bucked against it, forcing it
in deeper as she squeezed her legs tightly together, suffocating me within her
sweet flesh. I was in heaven.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pushed my head away, and I fell
onto my back, her juices dripping from my lips. She skilfully ran her fingers
about my body, knowing how to stimulate each and every part. My desire rose
stiff and hard, throbbing between my legs, and she stroked it wonderfully
before taking it into her mouth, licking and sucking with a fervor I have never
felt. This was too much for me, and after a few moments I erupted in her warm
mouth, but didn't even begin to slacken. She sucked a little more, then
crawled forward and mounted me.
Our lips met once more and I tasted myself on her tongue, a salty kiss.
She began to slowly rock back and forth atop me, letting my full length
alternately withdraw and penetrate her. Her moans filled the room, mingling
with my stifled gasps. I grasped her hips tightly, pulling her up and forcing
her back down, digging into the yielding flesh.
After a moment, I pushed forward and laid her onto her back, still
inside her. I began to pump with a slow, steady rhythm, kissing her and
squeezing her breasts. I pinched her nipples and sucked hard on her tongue,
increasing the force of my thrusts, causing her to cry out.
Still leading, I rolled her over onto her hands and knees and entered
her from behind, one hand grasping her hip to steady myself as the other
stroked its fingers hard down her back, leaving fading red trails, pinching and
slapping the round cheeks of her bottom. After a minute of stroking her
though, I could hold back no longer. I grasped both of her hips hard and
pounded into her roughly, my orgasm taking complete control of my body. We
both cried out simultaneously, and I collapsed against her and knew no more.
* * * * *
When I awoke, I was in the clearing where it had started, naked, with
my clothes scattered all about. It was the middle of summer. When I finally
found my way out of the forest and into civilization again, I found out that
more than a few seasons had passed. It was five years later.
No one has ever believed this tale, but I swear it to be true. Every
fall I return to the forest, hoping to find my love again, but it is always in
vain.
*End*
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