“Why! Why?” she finally sobbed. “You could have been nice! You could have seduced me instead!”
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against Midnight in Moscow in the SF-1 match
- Theme: The grass is always greener on the other side
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Dryad, Green with Envy
Farzen lay with his woman, one hand on her breast and the other around a bottle. “The woods are depleted,” he said.
“You must hunt further afield,” Azia replied. She was so understanding, or so she believed. “Be careful of the forest dangers.”
“What dangers? No beast can fight me!”
“It’s not the beasts, love. It’s the forest spirits. Please be wary.”
“I always am,” he said, speaking truth. He was supremely aware of the forest spirits. Azia was a good woman. Healthy. Sturdy. She had a fine body that could take it and come back for more, but more was what he craved and the fae provided. He couldn’t help himself, for forest spirits included the nymphs, the fairies, and especially the dryads! They were the hardest to catch, but so satisfying! Their sweet, syrupy pussies wrapped instinctively around a man’s cock and just squeezed his seed out, even if she lay sobbing and struggling.
Farzen travelled far for his green-bushed prey. The dryads often flitted about in the Braelyn valley, and there he lurked to wait, but no patience was needed this trip. There she played. Delicious floral femininity. The naked creature frolicked in the brook pool, unaware of his leering presence. He had to be quick, for a dryad could vanish into any tree wider than her body, to emerge from the like anywhere inside the forest. Farzen possessed a cheat, a silver collar. She couldn’t escape if she wore it, and she never saw him coming.
She cried out as he lunged, flinging herself at the big willow on the bank. He grasped her hair, yanked her back, and snapped the collar to her neck before letting go, to watch as she hurled herself at the trunk and bounced back. Bewilderment. Shock. Betrayal wrote itself on her face before she knew what happened. Another collar would have slid off as she merged, but not silver. And as he grabbed her and pinned her, he could only salivate as he pressed his cock to her slick, wild cunt. The grass really was greener, in so many ways!
“No, wait!” she cried as he plunged it into her. Impaled, the voluptuous emerald beauty could only lie prone, to writhe and groan as he plunged inward. Tears squirted from her eyes. He thrust into her. Again. Harder. He’d let her go, in time, by tomorrow, but now he body-slammed her wet crotch and the sobbing babe of the forest could do nothing but flail about in sobbing despair as he took from her everything. She smelled so florally berry. Had he fucked this one before? He came, hard. Azia’s blonde bush never took as much seed as the green girl under him. Three days of hunting left him in a hot boil. Now his cum sprayed up in her belly as she helplessly wept. Spent, he lay atop her for a while before rolling off to freshen up in the pool.
The dryad lay panting and weeping, curled up on her side. With the collar, she couldn’t merge. She was stuck in his world until he freed her. That she could run escaped her, but with the collar there she’d be locked out of her true world anyway.
“Why! Why?” she finally sobbed. “You could have been nice! You could have seduced me instead!”
“I seduced my woman. She’s a good one, but I need more. You, I fuck.”
“You could still have been nice!”
He strode over, looming over her. And he grabbed her by her neck, lifting her up. “I don’t want to be nice!” He shoved her back down. She lay sprawled at his feet. “I’m going to fuck you. I won’t be gentle. But in a day or so, it will be over. Understood?”
She nodded her comprehension. They were always the same, and he was always true to his word. He fucked her. He even tied her to the tree to fuck her, someone no dryad could comprehend, living wood as a barrier. But the silver collar worked its magic on his newly docile green prey.
He expected her to flee when he finally removed it days later, but she knelt at his feet. In terror, or in lust?
He couldn’t know, but it was both. She was afraid of him when he was like that. As he walked away, she watched him go, longing, remaining where she knelt, his seed fresh on her face. It would take her days to get more of it.
“Was that him?” Keeestia asked. “Farzen?” She emerged from the same willow. Hesiathi hadn’t realized her sister lurked. For how long?
“Yes. I guess I’m not a good enough human woman for him.”
“Show him your true form! Men love us!”
Hesiathi grinned. “Perhaps. But I gush on seeing his dark side too! It’s not like I’m in danger.”
“But he’s cheating on you! With, well, you.” The feminine spirits laughed. “Oh, the ironies of fae love and lust. Why can’t we be boring humans?”
“Yes. Well, he’ll be sated now. For another four or five moons. But then…” She stopped. She smelled something. Keeestia smelled it too, but Hesiathi had the right of first notice. “Oh! A new man! Hmm, thirty miles to the north? Oh, he smells wonderful!” She breathed it in. “Oh, I want him.”
“Just like that?” Keeestia laughed. “What of Farzen?”
“He’s newly unattached if you desire to seduce him,” Hesiathi said, sniffing the air again. A strong man was in the woods. A virile one. And he was dangerous! “Oh, I must have this one! I wonder if he likes us strong or dainty before he takes us? It doesn’t matter. I’ll figure it out.”
“Always after the next man. You made it five whole years this time!” Keeestia giggled.
“Farzen was good, but never cease to find the better choice,” Hesiathi squealed as she merged into the willow. In a moment she’d meet her new man. She tingled expectantly.
