Wild Wastes 4 -Ch20- (Patreon)

“I think she’ll be alright,” Blue reported as soon as the door was closed. “It’s… the damage done to her is extensive. You might need to repeat the process a few more times but she’ll heal.

“Though honestly I think it’d heal even if you did nothing. Being part of your grove is just that beneficial that her body would respond all on it’s own.

“Even as she was it could have eventually healed. Though that depends on how they handle her tree. It’d take a century or so, I’d bet but… it’d happen. We Dryad’s are hardy, you know?”

Blue had held up an arm and flexed at that, giving him a grin.

Dryad’s would ever and always look like sex monster’s given flesh to Vince. They held strength and stamina that wasn’t normal given the way they looked. The lack of definitive muscle they had.

He’d never doubt them though.

Vince had sat himself down in a chair and was watching Blue with a smile.

Elizabeth and Sam were near the bed, watching Blue quietly. He’d already told them he’d be giving them a display of Dryad nature.

“Yes, you’re very hardy, my grove-wife,” agreed Vince. “Now… lock the door then… take your clothes off for me.”

Blue blinked several times. Her pretty mouth formed in an “o” of surprise as she processed what’d been said. Given the way the beautiful Dryad looked at the moment, he’d done this perfectly.

In the next moment her eyes began to glow from the inside out. One a glittering blue and the other a sparkling green.

“Of course,” she said in a husky voice. Reaching down she started to work at her leather armor. Unbuckling it and peeling it off herself.

Slowly, her beautiful and full-bodied figure came into view.

She was very much an Elven-Dryad. Just with proportions that were much greater in the chest, hip and waist area than any Elf could ever wish for.

When she was naked she held her hands up at her sides and bent her wrists delicately. As if she were surrendering to him.

Slowly, she did a spin. Taking a full ten seconds to do so.

“Ladies, any questions for my Nymph before I move on to the next lesson?” Vince asked, taking a second to look to Elizabeth and Sam.

“Yes. Can you change your figure, Blue?” asked Sam with a curious look on her face. “Can you make your boobs bigger or your waist smaller if you wanted?”

“Certainly. I can modify any part of myself that’s flesh, or muscle. Not bone, though,” purred Blue, her eyes stuck on Vince. She had an extremely excited cast to her features. “It happens over time based on what… ah… my man would want. Typically at least.

“I’ve don’t let that happen. No Dryad in our grove does. We just slowly… tweak things about all on our own. See how he responds and then adjust.

“We’ve all found things that work for us. Little areas of his… libido, to take over.”

That explains almost too much.

Ha.

“Are you in love with him? I mean… if you weren’t in his grove, would you love him?” asked Zathira quietly.

Blue’s picture perfect face become thoughtful for a fraction of a second and then she laughed. She nodded her head, still gazing at him.

“As if I could ever answer that. That’d be like asking how would you feel if you lost your lower half and were told to walk around on your hands,” Blue dismissively answered.

She began to slowly saunter over to him at this point. Her unblemished and beautiful body made him want to snatch her up.

On top of that she wasn’t hitting him with the Dryad sex magic. Instead he could feel it slowly rising, like a fire in the corner of the room raising the temperature.

“Is… are you really into being used? I know you’ve said it but… it’s still weird,” muttered Sam.

“I want to be used all the time by him. I wish he’d use me up and nearly break me,” Blue whispered and slowly got down on her knees in front of him. “I’d beg him to do it. To burn me up and take all of me. Part of a Dryad’s nature.

“Only with those we choose and care for, though. It isn’t just directed at anyone. Though I especially wish he’d do it. To really use me badly. Because then he’d tenderly bring me back to health.

“He loves me.”

Grinning, Vince nodded his head. He’d never deny that.

“I do love you, Blue,” he said, sliding a hand through her hair as she began to carefully work at his belt and pants.

“Uhm, how pregnant are you?” Sam threw out even as Blue manuevered Vince’s pants and underwear to the ground. His member pointing straight up to the ceiling.

“Very. When I met him, I’d never been with a man,” breathed Blue, her mouth coming down till her lips were tickling at his tip. “I have nothing left to give to anyone else. I have… nothing left. I can’t get any more pregnant than I am now. Forever going forward, I’ll only be growing less pregnant.

“Vince took everything from me and I love it. He’s nearly taken every possible from every Dryad in his grove, in fact. Only the newer girls had any viable eggs left he hadn’t captured.”

Taking in a breath she inhaled his shaft and eagerly put him down her throat. Taking him down to the base she began to suck gently at him. Leaving him wedged deep and tight in her mouth.

“Now… Dryad’s are very sexual creatures,” Vince started when no one asked anything further. The hand in Blue’s hair had tightened as he laid the other on her shoulder. “They want direction and will fight just a little. Never much, but just enough to make it fun.

“At least for me. I’m sure they’d adjust to whoever they’re with but… that’s just my experience.”

Blue eased her head back and came off him with a heavy exhale, followed by a gasped breath.

“It’s all Dryads, my love,” she said quickly. “Just how we are.”

Moving toward his crotch Blue managed to get her lips around his tip before he pulled her up short.

Whining, her lips pulled at him and then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Licking all around the edge and rim of his head.

“I’ve found that my Dryads like it best when I give them a little, then take it from them,” Vince continued as Blue struggled to get at his privates. “Only to force something else on them.”

Pulling Blue’s head to one side he bent her sideways.

The Dryad let out a throaty moan and went with his hand. Moving at his direction until she was perched in his lap, facing Elizabeth and Sam.

“Put it in my sweet,” commanded Vince.

Blue’s hands dove down between them and caught his shaft with her fingers. She shifted against him, thrust her hips forward, and got his tip into her entry.

Her hips rolled from side to side once and then she sat down, pushing him all the way up and into her. He felt her whole body clench around him as she did it.

“See? Now she’s happy. I’m inside her. Except she’s going to realize what this looks like even as you watch her do it. Most especially since this has nothing to do with impregnation. You heard her, this is only for fun for her now,” informed Vince. His left hand was now moving down between her thighs. His fingertips began to lightly play with her the hood and tops of the lips. Moving his right hand across her front he began to cup, fondle, and grope at her chest. Only for Blue to let out a loud and very needy sounding moan. “In a second, she’s going to turn bright red, and her eyes will shine like a lightning bolt was behind her eyes.”

“Damn,” Sam mumbled as she and Zathira watched.

Vince imagined it was exactly like he said.

“Bounce, my Dryad. Ride it and show me you want it,” commanded Vince.

Groaning, and then with a whimper, Blue began to hop up and down in his lap. Her thighs flexing as she pushed off the ground and let herself fall into his lap.

“D-don’t look at me,” begged Blue, her head slowly turning to one side.

“Ah, see, this is her lying. She wants you to stare at her now,” argued Vince. He moved his left hand up to grab her jaw and force her to look ahead. “Tell them the truth Blue.”

“I want you to stare at me and wish you were me,” declared the Dryad after several more bounces. “To wish you looked like me. Pray to your deities that you could be me. That this man is so invested in me that he knows me completely and you wish you had that.”

Blue’s voice trailed off as she started to thrust herself down even harder into his lap. Spearing him deep into herself.

“You wish-nngh-you were-mmm- me!” accused Blue.

Moving upward, and forward, Vince pushed Blue down into the bed. He grabbed her behind the head with one hand and her right hand with his. Pushing his fingers into hers he began to thrust himself into her. Plunging deep into the beautifully and sexy Dryad.

“Admit it,” demanded Blue, gazing up at Zathira and Sam. “You wish you were me! To be so honest with what you wanted and letting him have it all. Nnnnggaaahhh, Vince, harder my love.”

Not wanting to dissapoint her while she was receiving her present he began to pound at her. His lap clapping her ass with loud smacks.

“Ahh, ahh, yes!” called out Blue as her legs began to tremble.

Not wanting to hold back, he kept pumping at her until he hit his climax a few seconds later. He began to drown her insides with his seed, trying to push it nice and deep with each spurt.

“See?” asked Vince with a pant. Then he began to pat Blue on the rear end as he continued to thrust into her, though much slower now. “In about an hour she’ll come apologize to you. Her human side pops out a bit more after sex. She’ll get bashful and try to brush it off.

“Just remember her as she is in this moment and hold it to her. Don’t let her forget it. Tell them again, Blue.”

“You wish you were me,” moaned the Dryad, her face pointed toward the other two women.

Perfect. She’ll never live it down and she’ll love it.

Pulling out of her, Vince took a step back.

Only for Blue to sit up, drop to her knees, and skillfully swallow his manhood in one go. She began to suck gently at him, swallowing at his length. Her hands came up to mastefully squeeze and fondle his jewels.

That was great.

Looking down he found Blue gazing up at him with the brightest eyes he’d ever seen from her. Smiling around his girth and having the look of a Dryad in rapture.

***

Holding tightly to Zathira, Vince was feeling a lot less sure about what he’d asked her to do.

“I’m going to climb now,” she warned him.

“Yup,” he managed to reply.

Staring up at the walls, then the keep behind it, he was starting to think maybe having Elizabeth do this would have been better. That the possibility of someone noticing the Dragon flying over head would be better than letting this happen.

Zathira moved out from the darkness of the nearby homes and then up tot he wall. They were at a tower that’d been planted in the wall and served as a lookout point.

They’d let the houses almost come right up to it which left them with little room to work with for seeing people approach. Given that it was a fairly curved wall, Zathira was confident she could climb up it.

In her own words she wasn’t a constrictor but she was still a Lamia. Climbing something like this wouldn’t be too hard according to her.

Pushing up against the wall she began to go straight up it. Her coils moving along the stones as she went. She began to curl up and around the rounded wall now.

Glancing back he saw that her back half as almost off the ground now though it was all wedged in tight to the wall and pushing against it.

Oh. She pushes in on both sides and moves upward. Got it.

Smart.

I guess she really can climb up a great many things.

Lifting her hands up Zathira gripped and pulled at edges and crevices as she went. Leveraging herself further and moving her coils as she did so.

With a soft grunt she pulled them almost to the top of the wall now. They were an easy thirty feet off the ground.

Lifting her head up, Zathira peered over the walls edge. Going completely still she hesitated for several seconds.

A second later and she was a blur of movement. Quickly hauling them over the top and speeding off along the wall. Her coils gliding whisper soft across the stones.

They reached the point where the wall came too close to the keep, or at least so Vince thought, and she kept going. Right off the edge of the wall.

She extended her body out over nothing as her rear kept them counter-balanced on the wall. Just as it felt like her weight was shifting forward and they were going to fall she grabbed a window sill.

This was where he took over.

Climbing up over Zathira, and doing his best to not grab at her inappropriately, he got up to her shoulders and was practically laying against her back.

His head was just behind hers as he reached up with one hand to the window.

Grabbing hold of the exterior of it, he pulled until there was a pop.

The point where the wood crossed over opened to them.

“Sorry, Zathira,” Vince whispered and started to move around on her shoulders. He needed to get up and over her now.

“It’s fine, Lord Vince. Do as you must, I’ll not fault you for it,” whispered the Lamia. “Thank you for your concern. As… as well as thank you for not pushing me away after I rejected your advances.”

“I mean, I can have women who are friends,” Vince murmured even as he ended up with a hand on her upper chest. Thankfully he didn’t end up touching anywhere actually sensitive.

Pulling his knee up he got it on her shoulder, and then pushed forward into the window.

Getting inside he turned around and grabbed the Lamia by her harms. Bracing his feet against the interior of the window frame he began to pull.

“Lord Vince I’m far too heeeeaa-” the Lamia’s voice ended in a soft squeak as he physically drug her through the window. Letting go of her arms he grabbed her around the middle and rear end, and started pulling her once more.

No sooner than some of her coils made contact with the frame, he found he didn’t have to haul on her as hard. After he got a few more feet of her inside he found she was rapidly entering all on her own now.

Waiting until she pulled in her tail completely Vince shut the window and looked to where they’d entered. From what he could tell it was a dinning room.

“You’re far stronger than I considered, Lord Vince,” murmured Zathira, lifting her chin up a bit and exposing her very pale and lovely neck. As if she didn’t want to really meet his eyes.

Her hands were in front of herself and she was touching her fingertips together in an almost nervous way.

Then they closed tightly and opened after a brief instant.

“Zathira,” Vince said, seeing her physical distress was obvious.

“Yes?” she answered immediately, her eyes darting up to his face and then away.

Shit, she’s all nervous I’m mad at her for the rejection. Need to nip that one in the bud.

“It really is okay. I get it. You’re not interested. It’s fine. Relax. Now… let’s get going,” promised Vince and then started off toward a door.

Opening the door he found it led into a hallway. It was quiet and there didn’t seem to be any noise at all.

He had no idea which way to go from here.

“Up,” Zathira quietly said from behind him. “Antona said his bedroom is… at the top. That was where he sterilized her. We talked briefly when I brought her dinner.”

“Thank you, Zathira,” answered Vince through clenched teeth. He really wanted to slaughter this fool. “Up it is.”

Really making this almost too easy.

Comically evil, in fact.

Though… Felix had a saying to this kind of stuff when it came up. Especially when we talked about the Emperor and how ridiculous he was.

Cliches are typically born out of a kernal of truth.

Evil and fear will surround itself with evil and fear.