Erotic short. A man’s first time with his new girlfriend — a dryad.
Cis M/F, rated E, 1.8k. Oral, playful casual sex, laughter and teasing, and a bit of a mess after.
Danae, Reginald could see, was fascinated by the inside of his flat, now she’d come inside.
She’d come into garden that was shared between his flat and the two either side, where it backed onto the forested grounds around the town temple, but never into the flat, and judging by how closely she examined things like the kitchen counter and the radiator and the light fittings, she’d never been in a flat at all.
The temple, Reginald was distantly aware, was to Athena, and the building itself was barely anything, just a stone-built set of walls and roof with a shrine inside — from the outside it didn’t look impressive at all, just put together with plain red brick, but on the inside, there were beautiful and complicated mosaics and a marble statue.
The temple’s focus wasn’t really in the shrine, though, nor in the building — it was in the forest that the priestesses took care of, vibrant and vivid and overgrown with beautiful flowers, and where a number of dryads made their home.
Danae was standing in the middle of his living room carpet, her bare feet resting on the rug and her toes pressing into the weave, as he tipped forward and examined, with no small amount of interest, the movement of his fish in their tank.
“A pond made of glass, so that you can watch them,” she said softly, with a beautiful smile that made him feel warm from the inside. “Or is it so that they can watch you?”
“They do watch me,” said Reginald, and stepped closer so that she could see, putting his fingers forward.
Diana and Valentina both followed his fingers as he traced them over the glass, not touching it, and wriggled through the water to follow him.
“Sometimes they push around their little marbles on the floor — her, Valentina, the bright orange one, she likes to rearrange them, and Diana, she’ll pick pebbles up in her mouth and spit them out again like she’s redecorating. They bicker over home décor.”
“Oh,” said Danae with affectionate delight. “Your little fish are lesbians!”
Reginald laughed, and when Danae pulled him down to kiss her, he leaned to do so. Her green-tinged lips under his felt like flower petals did, which he knew because she kept putting flowers to his nose so that he could smell them, and scolding him when he couldn’t tell the difference between them by scent alone. There was a softness and a delicacy to the skin on her lips, slightly cooler than he’d have expected it to feel, and he set his hands loosely on her waist.
“Not in front of the fish,” said Reginald when Danae put her hands on his belt, and she giggled, but let him usher her into the other room, where she fell back onto the bed. She let out a noise of surprise when the cushions piled at its head bounced off the mattress, some of them falling onto the floor, and he fell on top of her, resting his chin on her belly.
“You’re shy,” Danae accused him, and Reginald laughed, nuzzling up the inside of her thigh and making her wriggle, giggling to herself.
“Look, I’m happy to enrich the lives of my fish,” said Reggie, beginning to tug down her dress, shimmying it down her body, “but there’s a limit to the entertainment I’ll put on for them.”
“Reginald,” said Danae.
“Yes?”
“Will you kiss me?”
“Absolutely,” said Reginald, as his hands slid slowly up her body, fingertips tickling over the flesh of her sides, coming up to her chest. They’d kissed before — they’d kissed a lot before — and he’d touched her under her clothes, but never like this, never with her laid down underneath him, and where they’d be able to actually fuck.
He had to be careful taking her dress off — he’d torn one of her dresses before, and Danae had said it didn’t matter, that they tore easily but they were easy to weave as well, but he hated to pull the petals out of place when they were as beautiful as they were.
Danae sighed breathlessly as he mouthed up the inside of one of her thighs, tracing his tongue over the delicate flesh at the crease of her thigh before moving higher. Danae laughed and squirmed as he kissed up the flat surface of her belly, blowing cool air under the swell of her breasts on each side, and as he cupped them under his palms, he gently grazed his teeth over the side of her neck before kissing the sensitive skin.
Danae sighed breathlessly, curling her fingers in his hair, and she hummed as he gently squeezed, catching her nipples and rolling each of them between his thumbs and forefingers, laughing softly when she moaned.
He buried his face between her legs, taking her clit in his mouth and sucking — he didn’t do it hard, but she moaned and spread her legs further apart, gripping hard at his hair. He laughed, leaning further in, and he swiped his tongue up the inside of her lips, feeling where the skin was so soft and wet it was more delicate than anything. She moaned breathlessly, tipping her hips up and into his mouth as he nuzzled and mouthed against her lips, feeling her grow wetter and wetter under his tongue and his lips, so that he could feel the wetness gather under his lip and on his chin.
He slid his tongue inside her, tasted the dewy sweetness there, not like how a human woman would taste, he was pretty sure — there was something hypnotising in the perfume that radiated from her and the taste of her on his tongue, something that made his skin hot and his head feel full and dizzy, and he was so hard he couldn’t believe it, cock aching it was so hard.
He was distantly aware of a strange sound in the room, which he put down to the sex pollen effect — it was a strange, distant creaking, almost, like a door that needed oil on its hinges, and then a sort of shuddering rattle —
It didn’t matter.
When he crawled up Danae’s body and caught her mouth in a kiss, she kissed him eagerly and wantingly.
“Your eyes have grown bigger,” said Danae against his mouth, and he laughed, lining himself up.
“Fuck,” he moaned against Danae’s green-tinted lips as he sank inside her, and Danae’s laugh was summery and came with more fragrant sweetness. The wet heat was sublime even before she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in closer, tightening her grip as best she could to pull him deeper, and he kissed and nipped at her neck as he began to rock his hips into hers.
There was a buzzing strangeness in amongst the creaking, but he was distracted when Danae turned them over and straddled his waist, and he stared for a moment, hypnotised, at the bounce of her tits as she ground herself down. Every inch of his skin felt electrified with wonderful heat, and when she clenched down around him, enveloping him in tight wetness, he gasped.
She took his hands and pulled them up to her chest, encouraging him to cup her tits under his palms, and he did, surging up to wrap his lips around one of her nipples and suck. The buzzing and creaking were so loud now it just became part of the background tapestry of noise, and all he could really focus on was Danae’s body, Danae’s hands curling in his hair, Danae’s cunt tight and wet around his cock, her breasts in his hands and the sweetness of her skin under his mouth, tasting like the scent of grass and flowers, instead of salt.
There were vines, he was distantly aware, curling around his legs, looping again and again around his ankles, his knees and thighs, his arms and shoulders — it wasn’t bondage, wasn’t tight enough or heavy enough to actually hold him down. The looping vines laden with leaves and flowers just came to caress him, the same way her hands were, and came with more of that heady perfume.
“Aah,” Danae moaned breathlessly as he pressed his thumb just above her clit, pulling the skin taut so that when she clenched around him, her clit jumped and bobbed. She shoved his hand down, so that he properly pressed against it and strummed against her clit as she kept rolling her hips down; he felt as though he was being wound tight enough that he might explode, and then —
The sound he made was a sharp, eager keen, and she was laughing again as she came to kiss him, rocking him through it as his balls tightened, cock pulsing, and his whole body was burning with heat and pleasure and sheer, overwhelmed want.
When he started to come down, he realised, at first distantly, and then with a sudden and abrupt clarity, that his bedroom was looking very, very green.
The blossom haze of Danae’s perfume drained out of his head like he’d tipped his skull and poured it out, and with his hands on her hips, he looked around the room, his mouth open. The vines curling around and caressing his body had not, it turned out, stopped there:
A thick carpet of grass and meadow flowers covered the floor of his bedroom, having poked up through the boards, and the vines wrapped around his body were nothing compared to the ones around his bed frame. A wild patch of garlic had come up from the piles of cushions on one side of the bed, and Danae’s dress had become a full-on flower bed, whilst his t-shirt had been subsumed under a huge mushroom.
“Babe,” said Reginald.
“Hm?” asked Danae.
“I’m not getting my deposit back.”
“What’s a deposit?”
Reginald, powerless, looked from Danae’s beautiful face to the wall behind her, which had not been beautiful before, but was certainly beautiful now, because rambling roses were growing out of the brick in loose and crossing-over lines.
He laughed into her chest. “Have you ever heard of aquaponics?”
“No,” said Danae. “Something for your fish?”
“It would be something for the fish — a bit for me, but mostly for the fish. I was wanting to try it with my new big tank when I swap them over — I just think you can help me, that’s all.”
Danae clambered off of him, sitting beside him, and she asked, seeming genuinely interested, “You want to do that now?”
“No,” said Reginald, “not right now,” and fell back between her legs.
Delighted, she laughed and arched her back, and when he heard the strange creak this time, he realised it was the floor as new shoots came through it. Deposit already done away with, he applied himself with more vigour, until Danae almost screamed, and petals rained down from the ceiling.
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