70 The Mystery of the Dryads - Teaser (1/2)
This is a teaser for the patreon-only side stories I'm writing.
Like eyes recovering from blurring, I regain clarity of thought and recover from my primeval state. The senses of my physical body, or what remains of it, are slowly reactivated, allowing me to understand my own state.
Partially fused with a tree, I'm in the middle of the process of being re-birthed.
I fused too much. Shouldn't have waited so long to return.
I hear some garbled nonsense, so I focus on reactivating my ears.
Something pokes my breasts and I would physically roll my eyes if I had control over them.
Why do I even want to roll my eyes? Gecynd's quirks must be passing down to me.
I feel a nipple get pinched while the other is licked and sucked by something wet and slippery. My whole body quivers with delight; the re-building made everything so sensitive again.
I'm not disconnected from the Life yet! Let me regain my senses before you ruin my oversensitivity!
I stop trying to reactivate my ears and focus on my mouth.
”Stop...” I manage to force it out.
Pallido stops playing with me after giving me one last pinch on both of my nipples that jolts me with pleasure again.
After waiting several long moments for me to reactivate my functions, Pallido says, ”You did it wrong.”
”I know my body,” I say with a hoarse voice.
I take a look at my soulmate and see his perfect form patiently waiting for me with a smirk on his perfect face. His face is perfectly chiseled and handsome. His perfect skin is light green and textured like moss. His perfect body is more defined than any humanoid. His perfect horse penis is the ideal size for my womb.
He softly plays with my leaf-hair and my temporary oversensitivity almost makes me moan at his touch.
Having enough of being stuck, I start to detach myself from the tree. I separate my essence from the wood and shift both my body and the tree's wood back into real matter. I reform the inner heart of the tree, and the muscles and bones of my body, then I freeze them in time, so that I don't bleed like a gutted animal.
”Well, you still did it wrong. Unless you are infected with something, it shouldn't take this long.”
”Is this a competition? Why does the time I take matter?” I ask with a chuckle.
”You missed a cultural exchange.”
”Who cares? You are still the best.” I shrug and give him a smile.
My hand slips and my top-heavy body falls forward.
”Unnecessarily complex humanoid bodies...” I shift the inner muscles and bones so I can straighten myself out again without causing more damage. ”Okay, WHAT?!”
”Did you not hear it properly?” His face softens, thinking I might not have completely reactivated my hearing.
”I did, I just think it's too sudden!”
”Gecynd,” he says and shrugs.
I sigh and roll my eyes.
Nonsensical humanoid reactions.
I regain control of my eyes and look at Pallido, who's smiling wryly. ”Did he try to make a connection yet?” I ask and continue separating myself from the tree.
”Nope. He likely has zero idea how to do it, so it's going to take a while.”
”So why did Gecynd chose him?”
”Potential and the fact that he has such a pure heart that he would become a dryad too if he knew how.”
I almost roll my eyes again. ”How boring.”
”Eh, he's actually interesting. The way he used [Weaverism] to create a sort of 'frame' of his mind and life lets us predict what he's going to do, it's quite novel.”
I stop my separation again. ”Hm? How does that even work?”
He lets a shrug escape him. ”No idea, I just know that it sort of works. Only Gecynd and Soliana know how, exactly.”
”Soliana? The small and yellow one?”
”That same one.”
I smile smugly. ”You had my attention, but now you have my curiosity.”
He lets a shrug escape again. ”He did it with just casual banter, from what I've heard. You'll have to ask her if you want to know more.”
My smile disappears as I let disappointment escape. ”Well... she was always weird.”
”I think she's just bored and the humanoid is something new for her. He did give her a very curious trinket to play with, after all.”
”Good for her, then. I thought she was going to commit suicide soon.”
”Well, I'm surprised she accepted having sex with him in the first place. She seemed tired of it last time I did it with her.”
I smile mischievously. ”Maybe you are just losing your touch.”
He snorts and becomes smug. ”I made a dragonkin sleep, don't even try.”
I finish separating from the tree and let myself fall into Pallido's arms.
”But you'll never lose your touch with me,” I say as I look up to his eyes.
We giggle softly and rub our noses against each other as I let time resume affecting my body. We expose the nerves and the slightest touch sends waves of pleasure to our brains. Much stronger and less messy than a humanoid kiss.
”Now, help me stretch my insides again,” I say and his penis instantly goes hard. It hardens so quickly that it smacks my vagina and I savor the feeling.
He aims himself up against my entrance and I make myself wet. When he sees a drop of my juice drip on the tip of his penis, he grabs my waist and pushes me down onto the entire length of his shaft.
Muscles tear and bleed, but I instantly heal them so that my insides conform to the shape of Pallido's penis. I am filled beyond capacity as his penis reaches the end of my womb and pushes further upwards, squishing my organs. My stomach deforms outwards as his penis tries to pierce me from the inside.
The surge of stimulation overloads my brain and I lose control of my entire body. My mouth just hangs open with my tongue out and I drool on Pallido's chest. Just as I start to regain control, he moves again and pulls his penis out in one go. My body goes flaccid again and a long streak of white is left on his shaft from my continuous orgasm.
Then he starts slamming into me with his penis repeatedly. I'm penetrated and used like a toy, forced to orgasm without the ability to say ”no” until all I have left in my mind is the pleasure of his penis piercing me.
He grunts and ejaculates. The thick and strong stream pushes my organs back just a little more and causes me to reach the apex of pleasure.
His orgasm continues for a minute. A whole minute of a continuous stream of semen that fills me to capacity in the first second and then simply spills out continuously onto the ground after that.
He finally stops and his penis goes limp, quickly reducing in size and allowing my organs to go back to their original positions.
”Ah... the first time is always the best,” I say with a wistful sigh as my mind slowly clears from the clouds of pleasure.
He pulls me forward and we rub our noses again, making us giggle.
”I'll never commit suicide as long as I have you at my side,” Pallido says softly and plays with the yellow leaves in my head.
”Same.” I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.
”Oh right, no time to rest. Gecynd said that the harpies are up to something again.”
I groan and look at him annoyed. ”Can't we rest for a few moments?”
”Nope!” He rubs his nose against mine once.
”I'll demand double the rest time after this.”
”Please do, I want it too,” he says with a smirk.
”You lazy sapling.” I flicker his nose softly and he frowns in pain.
We disentangle and his penis slides out of me with a wet noise. The rest of his semen drips out of me continuously, so I use my womb muscles to clean myself.
”Ready,” I say and we both touch the tree that I just re-birthed from.
We spend a little mana and our bodies become ethereal. In this form, we divide our ”selves” into a cloud of nearly invisibly small particles and enter the tree. Being so close to the Life allows us to easily rejoin the web and travel through it, feeding ourselves along the way.
My particles are happy to mingle with Pallido's, annoyingly forcing us to focus on our sense of self so we don't merge with one another.
A faint trail of particles crosses with ours and we stop the main cloud, then the Scouting Front of our cloud is absorbed by another dryad traveling through the Life.
Azaleu seems to be in a hurry to deal with unruly lizards trying to take over monster territory and start a war. We feel his cordial and chipper greeting as we are briefly connected when he absorbs our Scouting Front.
We remake the Scouting Front and resume our journey.
A few more times we are stopped by passing Life travelers and a few other times we see travelers waiting for us to pass.
”Busy times,” the words are formed in Pallido's mind and sent to me as a few of our particles intermingle.
”Very,” I send the words back.
We reach the border of Harpy territory and detach from the Life. We carefully remake our bodies, wary of any Harpy Shaman that could be watching.
In the middle of our reconstruction, Gecynd sends us information. Big constructs are threading through the forest, something new and of unknown origin.