He looked me over suggestively.
“Ugh!” I huffed. “You fairies only want one thing.”
“Yep.”
I deflated.
“Just one fuck,” he said reasonably. “What's the big deal? It's just some pleasure. Fairies fuck strangers all the time. I see a nice nymph, and I'm like 'Hi, you wanna?” and she's like 'Sure!' and I'm like—”
“All right, fine!” I snarled. “Just get me down.”
“Okay.” He smiled widely and then disappeared.
After a few minutes, I felt myself being lowered, and then the netting was swept away. The tree fairy reached down to help me up.
“What kind of fairy are you?” I asked as I took his hand.
“I'm a dryad,” he said in surprise. “Haven't you met a dryad before?”
“No.”
“Then you definitely haven't fucked one.” He grinned.
“No.”
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the forest.
“What's your name?” I asked.
“What does it matter?” He shot back.
I shrugged; I supposed that it didn't.
A few feet away from the trap, the dryad laid his hand against the bark of a massive tree, and a portion of the trunk disappeared. As I gaped at the magical maneuver, the dryad led me down a curving staircase that went beyond the trunk and into the earth. We stepped into a cozy room at the bottom of the stairs. Light streamed down from air-shafts in the ceiling; right onto a sturdy bed. The walls were packed earth—smooth as cement—and the ceiling was a network of knotted roots with all manner of items hanging from them. The dryad dropped my hand and started removing his clothing. I sighed and began to do the same.
Then I spotted his erection; the dryad literally had a woody. His cock looked like a piece of polished wood, and I swallowed past some dryness in my throat as he strode over to me with it bobbing before him. The dryad smiled at my dismay and took my hand to place it around his cock. It was warm and felt like flesh despite its appearance. I sighed in relief.
“Well, don't just hold it,” he said. “Suck it like you want my stick in your cunt, you horny human.”
I got to my knees with a groan and took his wood-cock in my mouth. The dryad moaned and wrapped his long fingers around my head with a clicking sound. I started putting some serious effort into the blowjob; thinking that it would be best to get this over with quickly. But then I felt something prodding my pussy. I jerked back and looked down.
The dryad had thick, waxy vines wrapped around his body, but they had moved off his legs and arms to slither around me; stroking and squeezing me like thin, slick fingers. I cried out as a rounded end slipped into my pussy and started to pump, and then another one began to flick against my clit as a third slid into my ass. Then more vines joined the two inside me; twining together to twist and pump with delightful ridges.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “All right, dryad; you got some skills.”
I slipped my mouth back over him and began working him again, but he wasn't satisfied with that. The dryad picked me up with his vines and lifted me above him.
“What the hell?” I asked in fright.
“Just relax,” he said as he drew his slick tongue over my nipple.
He began to suck on it as his vines fucked me. He kneaded my breasts as he lowered me onto his bed. The waxy vines slipped from my pussy to spread me wide as the dryad settled himself between my thighs, and while he continued to suck loudly on my tits, he thrust his cock into me. I cried out, and more vines wrapped around my body until I was completely restrained. My legs were pulled apart as far as they'd go, my arms were stretched over my head, and my breasts were squeezed up into cones. The dryad was fucking me wildly by then, with his face poised over mine. His eyes were hot with desire, and his expression ecstatic.
He bent his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I'm going to fill you with my sticky cum, and it's going to pleasure you for hours after we're done. It will make your pussy lips cling together and rub over your clit, and when it washes away, you'll be back at my door, begging me to fill you again.”
“Just fuck me,” I growled.
“Oh, I am,” he murmured as he tongued my ear. “I'm drilling my wood deep into your hot, human hole. Do you feel my vines holding your sopping slash open and your rounded ass cheeks apart? That's so I can root deeper. You're dripping over me and making my vines wet with your juices. Do you like them rolling over your clit and surging into your ass? Tell me how much I pleasure you, human.”
