Dryad Fantasy

I snuck out of the village as usual that day. There was a lot of work to be done, and I liked it when it wasn't me doing it. So I went deep into the forest. I knew wild beasts or an unfortunate slip and fall could mean the end for me. I also skipped a meal or two, and I would be yelled at for slacking off by my worthless birth-givers. I didn't care, wandering in the forest was the best I could get out of that unglamorous life of mine.

I went much further than usual that day. Through dense grooves, an overgrown valley, past a tiny lake, into a clearing with a huge flat rock in the middle of it.

I froze. Someone was there, on the rock!

Three people.

While I was trying to get myself to flee, one of the three jumped off the rock and approached me.

She was a very tall, slim woman with green skin, long dark hair that also had a hint of green. She was naked, bar the loincloth. I stared at her modest chest for a moment longer than I thought was appropriate.

So I looked at her amber-coloured eyes. Her face was giving my eyes a bit of a blur, familiar features with a hint of something... Unfamiliar.

A 'dryad'?... Fear gripped me. Is it worth trying to run away from someone with legs so much longer than mine?

The dryad tilted her head, examining me. She didn't show any hints of hostility, but for all I knew, she might have been considering which of the limbs she would like to rip off first.

The other two approached. One was barely taller than me, so I nicknamed her 'Shortie'. The third was more gifted in her chest area than the others, her expression stone-cold, her hair long to her waist.

'Shortie' seemed cheerful, she waved to me enthusiastically, instantly changing the atmosphere for me. I relaxed a bit.

I tried talking to them, these 'dryads', but they didn't respond, just stared at me. Without words, they urged me to follow them, and I was taken via dryad paths.

They showed me a lake where they bathed, a rather deserted-looking village where they lived, a large tree adorned with chains at the centre of the village, a circle of tables where they ate.

Then I was led to a sunlit clearing covered in soft grass. When I began to wonder what was happening at this place, Shortie gently pushed me into the grass. I sat down with her and she licked my ear. And giggled. Eerily.

I looked at her, unsure how to react. She smiled and licked her lips, her tongue small, triangular, and dark.

I shivered because the middle dryad, 'Sad Tits', had run her tongue across my neck.

Meanwhile, Tall One got between my legs and started stroking them with her fingertips.

I was completely dazed by the sensations. I was quite untouched... Being gay in a small village where all the girls were unlikable to me left me starved for, well, everything.

So I just sat there, tense, and let the dryads play with me.

Maybe an hour passed. Maybe eternity. I was completely soaking wet between my legs, my ears and neck were covered in saliva, skin on my face burning hot.

And then they simply stopped. Shortie waved me goodbye, and they left. I sat there for a bit, still intoxicated by what happened, until I finally gathered my scattered thoughts and went home.

I don't know how I didn't get lost on my way back.

The next few days, I was completely out of it and got yelled at a lot.

I needed to meet dryads again.

...

I snuck out again...

I was looking for the clearing for like three hours and was giving up when I finally stumbled into it. I was so anxious that I wouldn't meet them, but to my relief, dryads were there again.

A similar routine ensued. By the lake. By the village. By the giant tree. And into the meadow of messing around.

This time, as they played with me, I tried showing some initiative and touched Sad Tits. She shoved my hands away and continued sliming me. Okay, so I just had to sit still as they played with me, that's what they wanted. Works for me.

...

I came back to being a dryad toy several times now, just looking for an opportunity to disappear into the meadow paradise.

...

It's not that every time was the same... No, there was a definite escalation. A slow one.

Their fingers and their tongues travelled further along me every time. I kept wanting to touch them, too, so Shortie ended up in charge of keeping my hands held to the ground. I wondered, if I wanted to leave before they were satisfied, would I be allowed?... But I didn't want to try at all, I was perfectly happy with this.

...

It was maybe the fifth time we were doing 'it' in the meadow when Tall One crawled closer to me, until her modest tits were at my mouth level. She wriggled, her nipple grazing my lips. I didn't need to guess what this meant and began sucking.

After a while, it was Shortie's turn to get her tits sucked. Then Sad Tits'... Her's was a mouthful.

Then, as if it were a reward for my efforts, the trio descended upon my very own pair. Shortie and Tall One tongued around my left nipple, meanwhile, Sad Tits took a huge bite around the right one. It hurt just right.

I was so proud to have the biggest tits out of us there, plenty for them to have fun.

Then... It ended.

Nooooo, I whined. They would never let me finish, but this was pretty close, so I was left disappointed.

...

It all became feverish. I would go to feed my dryad hunger every few days. Sometimes I wouldn't find them at our meeting spot, and I wouldn't dare to go to their village to look for them, so I would go play with myself to lessen the longing.

My birth-givers noticed a change and threatened to lock me up if I didn't stop wandering off, but I didn't even react to that. I would just wait for the moment their attention would slip, and I would disappear.

...

They sucked my breasts as I clawed the ground. Their mouths, their tongues, their teeth, oh-so-perfect.

A pause.

A bit early, I thought. Then I felt Tall One spread my legs. She peeled panties off and- I twitched as her lean fingers *entered* me.

I moaned.

Shortie and Sad Tits grabbed my hands and took them to their breasts so I could touch them while Tall One slowly but persistently fingered.

Good that it's taken this long to get to this point, I thought. Because otherwise I'd have gone insane, such a pleasure it was.

I came.

...

Next time I showed up, I was already wet before we even started.

Dryads seemed similarly excited. Tall One took my hands and put them where the strings that held her loincloth knotted.

I tugged one of the strings, and the loincloth got loose, oh-so-easily. My heart skipped a beat, but being a tease as usual, the dryad didn't let the loincloth slide off, she held it with her hand.

She nudged me to others. Then it repeated, I untied all three of them.

They sat me down, with the three surrounding me, towering over me.

One by one, loincloths fell off, and I could finally see what they were hiding.

...

Shiny green oblong things between their legs, like some smooth fruit hanging heavy. Huh.

Before I could think further, the Tall One took my hand and guided it to her... Fruit. It was warm and hard, wet and sticky at its pointy end. I took it, and the Tall One flinched.

Oh, it's sensitive!

I got it into my grip, she loudly drew air through her teeth, and I swear I heard a concealed moan. Very sensitive.

I stroked the Tall One's fruit, feeling her tremble. Stroked once, twice, many strokes followed... My hand wandered to my pussy, and I was about to begin pleasing myself when my other hand was abducted by Sad Tits. She wanted her fruit stroked too, I figured. As I stroked, Shortie lifted her thing and started rubbing its end against my ear. She liked ears, I suppose.

My hands got tired and sticky, a strange smell filled the air... The dryad fruit turned even harder, they throbbed in my hands as they slid through my grip.

Then... Tall One moaned audibly and hissed. The end of her fruit, now pointing horizontally at my face, squirted out something slimy. Transparent drops landed on my face, neck, chest. The unusual smell became even stronger, the smell of dryad nectar. I wanted more, so I sped up stroking Sad Tits and-...

...

I sat on soft grass covered in stains of dryad nectar. They left having used me. I tasted the nectar, it was disgustingly sweet and thick. I'll have to take a dip into the dryad lake before I head to my... Home?

This meadow was my home, my real home, the meadow of games we played.

I didn't want to leave.

...

Tall One fingered me as I kept the other two entertained with my hand and mouth.

Sad Tits made a muffled noise and squirted her juice right into my mouth. She looked at me with her cold expression and gently stroked my head as I was gulping down her stuff.

Unexpectedly smiled, a wild, crazy smile.

She stood up and pushed Tall One away. Grabbed my legs and spread me wide, slamming herself against me.

Her fruit entered me.

I witnessed the wild side of that wild being then. She fucked me, hitting me again and again, I just wailed trying to withstand her assault and waves of pleasure quaking through my body that was just-so-ripe for such treatment.

My hands weren't without use for long as Shortie - who was giggling devilishly - and Tall One - whose usual empty expression was replaced with a grimace of irritation - were not going to be left out.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

My moans filled the meadow.

I heard Sad Tits gasp gently and, with a triumphant final push, came inside me.

I followed her shortly, and my mind went white, my body weak.

Splashes of juice fell on my face. The trio collapsed on the grass. We held sticky hands as our minds filled with dizzying bliss.

I wanted this feeling to last forever... Or at least longer.

Because my precious dryads soon stood up and turned to leave.

"No! Take me with you! Please! Please. Please..."

I begged.

Shortie smiled at me and waved goodbye. Did she not understand the pain in my desperate voice?

...

My birth-givers locked me up for a week. I refused to eat.

...

They let me out finally.

Kept a close watch on me.

I began to eat.

...

I escaped.

...

They were there waiting for me.

They fucked me in turns, but through overwhelming pleasure, I could still feel bitterness and anxiety, knowing they would leave me soon, and who knows when I would meet them again.

I was really tired when I realised it was evening already. Huh?

At some point, I must have passed out. The sticky dryads were sleeping next to me, we were a warm pile.

They opened their eyes, sensing me waking.

They stood up.

I didn't even dare to beg.

Shortie laughed, a short hyena-like bark.

Took my hand and helped me rise to my feet. I... I needed help. How will I return home like this...?

Home?

Shortie got closer and whispered into my ear:

"Hwee are going to kheep you."

And giggled.

I was led to their village. I smiled as iron cuffs were clasped to my hands. I was chained to the giant tree. As if I would try to run!

I saw other dryads. 'My' trio seemed smug and stood beside me, holding my chains.

The others began touching me in various places, amused, interested... Aroused.

Tongue wriggled on my pussy. An eager dryad tasted me. That apparently was enough for Shortie, and she shoved the unknown dryad away. She grasped my ass gently and slid her fruit in between my legs.

"Mm-yes!"

I moaned. Shortie started rubbing her thing against my pussy before skewering me on it.

Shortie wasn't all that short there.

Through half-closed eyelids, I saw an absolutely giant dryad with bark coloured skin approach. She rammed her autumn leaf coloured fruit into my throat, so ruthlessly that I thought I was going to die. But I lived, albeit coughing and gagging, after I reeled and freed myself. The Giantess smiled absent-mindedly, seemingly amused, she must not have expected the reaction. Was it her first time playing with a feeble girl like me-

She shoved it in again, slower and gentler this time. I gagged, she pulled it out. Tears and drool bridges. Then again. And again. And again. Meanwhile, Shortie was rearranging my guts, giggling and digging her nails into my buttocks.

G-guh-...

Nectar in my pussy and mouth, dripping plenty.

Giantess retreated, 'my' dryad taking her place, Tall One. Her fruit felt even larger to my poor throat.

I won't be able to speak for a week, what will I tell my birth-givers?...

Oh right.

I won't need to see them ever again.

Two dryads crawled under me as I was fucked on my fours. Each got a tit to lick and bite. Two more began rubbing their fruit on my sides. Two more got their fruit tips to my ears. Shortie disappeared somewhere, Sad Tits taking her place, at my now-coveted pussy - I guessed, considering shoves and clawing happening between dryads back there. After all, there was just one round, squishy girl for the dryad horde. I thanked my appetite and laziness for that slight chub I accumulated, because dryads seemed to really enjoy it.

Nectar flowed...

A small pause in fucking. Giggling drunkenly, I put my hand to my pussy, and it got covered by dryad juice flowing out of it. Will I get pregnant?...

Ah.

I got grasped by my hands and forced up to stand. My legs were weak from all the 'gasms...

O-oh.

I got help to stand, as two unknown dryads got in front and behind me. They lifted my hands and began licking my sweaty armpits, their pulsing fruit rubbing against my legs.

"So strong... Hwuman salts are so strong."

Gleefully said one of them and bit my ear playfully. And entered my pussy. The one behind me scoffed angrily and impaled me just as the one in front pulled out. They began to 'fight' for my pussy, forcing each other to pull out to penetrate me. Mmmm... Exciting-

They messed up the rhythm, and both fruits ended up inside my poor pussy. The dryads were not much better off with their sensitive things crushed against each other, my pussy's grip ringing them...

They started to move carefully and slowly to fuck me double.

The strain...

Guuu-h-h!

I felt my eyes roll up as I moaned, my voice slurred as I stuck my tongue out. Tears ran down my face, pain and pleasure.

They sped up.

GUH-

And we came, fell to the ground.

My trio approached and dragged the unknown dryads to the side.

I was tossed on top of Tall One, Shortie landed on me, meanwhile, Sad Tits positioned herself between my legs.

Tall One wriggled under me and-

Hole... Wrong... Wrong hole?...

Tall One's fruit was shoved in my ass. Huh.

Shortie followed up by getting into my pussy.

Three fruits. In me. When. Sad Tits squeezed in together with Shortie.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AH!-...

Triple.

Triple-fucking made my mind disappear somewhere far away, drowned me in mad pleasure.

The rhythm was slow, then got faster and faster as my trio got in tune more.

From there, I could remember only fragments.

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Shortie and Sad Tits pushed away, and numerous dryads took turns carving my stretched pussy, while Tall One was fucking my ass.

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On my knees, ringed by maybe eight dryads, stroking themselves furiously and cumming one after another, raining nectar on me and my tongue, in my mouth.

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Three dryads squeezed together, three fruits stroked by my hands, squishy tips wet with nectar.

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Riding a dryad who was smaller than me, getting her entire thing inside me.

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Giantess throwing me against the rough bark and penetrating my ass, me begging for mercy in an ecstatic voice, sounding entirely unconvincing.

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Sadistic lanky dryad strangling me with a chain around my neck and pulling on my clit until I cum.

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...

Moonlight hit my eyes, and I woke up. I was outside the tree's shadow. Blue light of the moons and orange of the village torches played on the bodies of a dozen sleeping dryads, on a dozen more who were playing with themselves or each other.

I felt my stomach move and vomited out the nectar. I extended my tongue and let it drip onto my cupped hands. Sweet. So sweet.

H-ha hha...

...

I found Sad Tits resting by the tree I was chained to. One of the chains must have been torn during the fun times, as only a short length of it was hanging off my wrist. I wondered how in the world that happened. I sat down next to Sad Tits and put my head on her thighs.

She began stroking my hair, smiling gently.

I snoozed to the good thoughts that this was going to be my life as a dryad plaything. Every day with dryads. Their smell, their nectar, their tiny tits. All mine, for all eternity.

I felt the hunger in me.

More. I needed more. I was not satisfied even after all that. It was a sort of hunger that only grew when fed.

I was already waiting for dawn...