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Dryad (FF, fantasy)
by Droewyn <kestrel@hughes.tcimet.net>
*
I had taken the afternoon off, shamelessly skipping school
to take a drive into the country. I felt the sun shining warmly
on my face and hands as I drove farther from civilization; the
day was lovely.
I pulled off down a secluded road, familiar to me. Farmers'
fields gave way to fragrant grasses and wildflowers, which slowly
melded into trees. I turned, and the pavement ended abruptly.
This was where I stopped. Parking my truck, I got out, slipping
my lunch and a book into the pockets of my jacket. After making
sure the truck was locked up, I headed into the woods.
I walked until I could no longer hear the traffic from the
road, and then planted myself at the base of a large oak tree. I
ate in silence, letting the sound of the birdsong around me erase
even the memory of city noises from my mind.
I had intended to read my mystery novel, but instead found
myself closing my eyes and leaning back against the rough bark of
the tree, caught in the sort of warm drowsiness that only ever
happens when you are totally relaxed and content with the world.
I don't know how long I must have sat there, quietly dozing,
but when I finally opened my eyes, there was--someone--standing
before me.
Call her an elf, call her a sprite, a dryad, a nymph, or a
faerie; it doesn't matter. Words were useless; she simply *was*.
She was tall, slender, and elegant, with a crown of leaf-green
hair curling gently around brown-tanned breasts. She stood
before me, naked--beautiful--and completely wild.
I blinked, stunned, and in a moment of dazed comprehension
my glance flicked to the tree behind me, before returning to her.
She smiled, and nodded. As my eyes traced the elfin lines of her
features, a small corner of my mind asked me when I was planning
on running away screaming (now would do fine, thank you), but
when my eyes met hers I could no more have moved than I could
have flown.
Her eyes--green, I think, with shadowy pools of blue--held
me captive, and I can't hope to make you understand what they did
to me. I don't understand myself. For an instant I felt dizzy,
like I was falling, which quickly gave way to a rising sensation
of warmth between my thighs that pulsated through my body,
filling and quickening it.
I began to slide my jacket from my shoulders, but a slight
headshake prevented me. She held out a hand to help me to my
feet, and I thrilled to the touch of her silken brown flesh. She
began walking away from the oak--leading me by the hand. We were
no longer holding eye contact, but it hardly mattered. I
belonged to her.
When we had walked well away from the tree, she stood
squarely before me. Light as thoughts, her fingers pulled my
jacket off, letting it drop to the earth. Button by button my
blouse fell away, followed by my jeans and underclothing. All
the while, she stroked my exposed flesh, exploring it,
familiarizing herself with it. Her dancing touch left me
breathless with need.
Finally, when I was as joyously nude as she, she pulled me
into her arms, fastening her mouth to mine. We were a beautiful
piece of living art; brown and green melded with cream and gold,
dappled by sunlight. A soft moan escaped my lips when she broke
contact and gently lowered me to the ground. Her hands passed
over my breasts, pausing briefly to toy with my erect nipples as
she began a trail of soft, wet kisses along the base of my neck.
I wrapped my arms around her, stroking her soft green locks in a
strange mixture of awe and desire.
Her mouth moved to my breasts, her fingers moving
accordingly lower to trace delicate patterns along the sensitive
flesh of my abdomen. I shivered deliciously under her touch,
changing quickly to a gasp when her hand slid between my thighs.
It remained there for a long moment, darting teasingly in and out
of the folds as I cried out and arched my back.
My entire body throbbing to the tune she played on me, I
gently stroked her face with a trembling finger before pulling
her toward me, hoping for a kiss. My nipple was warm where her
mouth had been, cooling quickly as the wind dried the moist
flesh.
She paused an inch from my face and smiled, her amazing
silver eyes glittering. Without warning, she thrust her fingers
deep inside me. I wanted to howl, to cry, to laugh; I didn't
know *how* to react--what escaped from my throat was a low
whimper. The fingers retreated as swiftly as they had entered,
and with a teasing smile she slid her glistening fingers along my
lips, wetting them with my own moisture. I kissed the digits,
taking them into my mouth one by one and licking them clean.
*Now* she kissed me, her tongue meeting mine as we shared my
body's taste. Suddenly on fire, my hands began roaming her body,
kneading her breasts and her buttocks. I broke the kiss and sat
up, gently pushing her onto her back. My mouth and hands were
everywhere, hungrily exploring the silk of her flesh.
My tongue darted across her breast, and she lifted a hand to
my head, guiding me to a hard nipple and holding my head in place
as I began to suck. To my surprise, I tasted milk and would have
pulled away if I could, but her hand on my head remained firm.
My eyes closed, the warm, sweet fluid sliding down my throat
excited me anew. She seemed to sense this, sending her hand once
more to stroke the hot flesh between my legs.
After a while she reached her free hand to her breast,
pinching the nipple to break my mouth's seal. With a gentle push
she positioned me on my hands and knees, sliding herself
backwards so that her head was right between my knees. She
removed her hand, but before I could even register the thought, I
felt her warm tongue sliding wetly where her fingers had been. I
moaned, clenching my hands into fists and driving my fingernails
into my palms. I recalled the fluid I had licked from her
fingers and shivered, moaning louder. My tongue touched my lips,
but the taste was gone.
I rose quickly, ignoring the reproving glance in violet eyes
as I turned myself around, repositioning myself on top of her.
Her legs were together, but she quickly opened them at my gentle
touch. I bent my head to her soft opening and slid my tongue
inside. She shuddered beneath me, making the first sound I had
heard from her: a soft, animal moan. The sour-sweet taste filled
my mouth and nose, and I lapped quicker, thirsty for more. Once
more I felt her questing tongue between my thighs, faster and
harder than before, and I adjusted my rhythm to match.
She shuddered beneath me, crying out in a voice like
birdsong. Her tongue began to falter as mine drove deeper, until
she gave up entirely and concentrated on herself. I felt her
hands caress me from below, and her moans began to increase in
volume. Her hands fell away after a moment, and her back
suddenly arched, a piercing scream escaping her lips for a long
moment before it fell into a whispered moan as her body went
limp. I drew my tongue against her one last time, watching in
satisfaction as her body twitched in aftershock. I rolled off
her and sat next to her, admiring her beauty as she moaned and
gasped for breath.
But she wasn't done with me. She rose to *her* hands and
knees, shoving me to the ground as she buried her face in me.
Once again, she thrust her fingers inside me, probing from the
inside the area that her tongue was massaging on the outside.
Her other hand stroked my buttocks, rubbing the sensitive area at
my tailbone.
A shriek tore from my throat as the heat inside me suddenly
tripled, my heart pounding between my legs as my entire body
throbbed more and more urgently. Every time I thought I couldn't
possibly stand any more, her finger would delve deeper, her mouth
press harder, until I felt like I was going to explode. And then
I did explode; the waves of my climax turning me to stone and
turning my mind to jello until there were no thoughts at all.
I thought I must have fallen asleep; when I opened my eyes
next, it was full night. She sat before me, patiently waiting
with my clothes folded neatly beside her. She watched me dress
silently before taking my hand and leading me back to her tree.
I looked at her uncertainly as we stood beneath the oak
branches. She seemed to sense my confusion. Once again she
stared me in the eyes, and I wanted her all over again, though
with less urgency. I reached for her, but she shook her head.
"Return," she said firmly in her birdsong voice, taking my
hands and pointing me toward my parked truck. She let go of me
and I stared into the darkness.
"When?" I asked, turning around. But she was gone.
* * *
I came back, of course; the very next day. Every day for
almost two months, in fact. We made love each time, she and I,
and I would wake later and later each time. And she would be
waiting for me, seated patiently on the ground with my clothes
folded neatly beside her.
After a while, my skin began taking on a healthy summer tan.
My friends complimented me on it when they saw me, which was
becoming less and less often. Occasionally I would run into
someone I hadn't seen in a while, and they would ask me if I had
been swimming.
"Why?" I would ask.
The friend would shrug and explain that in certain light, my
hair looked sort of--greenish.
I would agree that I had been swimming a lot lately, and
that it must be the chlorine, and I would go away wondering if
that friend was going a little too heavily on the pot. My hair
had always been that color.
After a while, the questions changed to "You dyed your hair,
huh?" And "You've been going to tanning salons?" I always
nodded and agreed. It was easiest to humor them.
The last time that I ever saw her, she had seemed
preoccupied all night. She seemed sad almost, but somehow proud
at the same time. Actually, I realized, she had been like that
for the last couple weeks, but tonight it was almost unbearable.
I had asked her about it before, but she would only shake her
head and smile. She had never spoke to me, not since the first
night.
"What's wrong?" I pleaded as she stripped me, trying in
vain to ignore the fire in my loins.
"Nothing is wrong," she whispered, startling me. Then she
was on top of me and my concern was forgotten.
My head was pillowed on her lap as she stroked me, and I
grasped her free hand with one of mine. She smiled down at me
tenderly, her face growing a little sadder the closer I came to
orgasm. I see it all too clearly--now. At the time, I had other
concerns.
She knew when it was time; she knew me well enough by then.
"I love you!" she cried when I was on the verge, kissing me
fiercely as tears streaked down her cheeks and I was overcome.
What happened next had happened every night for the past two
months, but this time I was awake for it. I became a tree. No,
not a tree--a tree *sprite*. A dryad. A faerie. And this time
it was for good; she had known. It all made sense now.
* * *
I am five centuries old, nearly at the end of my time. I
have met several humans during that time, and loved all of them.
Only one did not return after the first night; I wonder what
happened to him.
The rest remained with me. I watched them slowly change
over time, hair and skin, until they looked just like me: tall,
slender, and elfin, with silken brown skin and leaf-green hair.
And the eyes, of course. I led them far enough from my tree to
give them their own space; their own chance. Just as she gave
me. And I told them nothing. I, too, wept when they finally
changed. I love them all, my lovers.
My children.