Ah, the Great Outdoors (WoW Dryad x Human Male Commission)

Lavinia enjoyed few things more than the wilds and the outdoors. This was her very nature as a dryad, of course. She herself was a being of the wilds, and she found it easy to spend her days tending to all the plants, trees and treants of Teldrassil, taking in nature in all its splendor.

She did interact occasionally with the night elves who called Teldrassil home. Dryad relations with the kaldorei had always been good due to their shared respect for and reverence for nature. The demigod Cenarius had encouraged further cooperation between the night elf druids and the dryads.

Lavinia differed slightly from her kin in that she was a very shy dryad. Even night elves she tended to shy away from outside of a select few. She held no ill will toward them; she merely felt insecure around them and was far more comfortable around forest creatures and spirits of the wild.

And this was to say nothing about the night elves’ various allies in the Alliance. With how little contact she’d had with the night elves, she’d had even less with the gnomes, dwarves, draenei, worgen and humans. She would probably die of bashfulness if one ever approached her.

But she had to admit…she was curious. She spent a great deal of time wondering what they were all like. The gnomes and dwarves seemed rather adorable to her. The draenei reminded her very much of night elves, but they also possessed a tail and hooves which was a welcome bit of familiarity. The worgen meanwhile were quite interesting to her; so animalistic in nature, which certainly appealed to her and reminded her of the wolves that roamed the various wilds of Kalimdor.

And then there were the humans. Some of the other dryads considered them standoffish and domineering. But Lavinia found them intriguing, probably because she didn’t know much about them. Their delegation often came to visit Darnassus, the night elf capital, for diplomatic purposes, and some lone human adventurers passed through Teldrassil every now and again.

Though her sheepish nature simply wouldn’t allow it, Lavinia fantasized about these various outsiders as she went on her morning trot along the outskirts of Darnassus. What would they talk about with her? Would some of them even find her attractive? Enough, perhaps, to…

The dryad found herself growing moist between her legs as she imagined mating with these many fascinating and unique members of the other Alliance races. She pictured a muscular male draenei atop her prone quadruped body, thrusting his blue or purple-colored cock in and out of her while his hooves rubbed against hers and their tails intertwined. She imagined a dwarf or gnome standing on a tree stump to rut her from behind. She pictured a ravenous worgen male pounding his canine-like cock in and out of her while pricking her slightly with his claws and howling like a wolf during a full moon. And she imagined a human hunter trapping her with ropes, tethering all six of her limbs, unzipping his pants and slipping himself inside her with her helpless to do anything to stop it.

She was so caught up in these fantasies that she didn’t even realize she had dashed through a particularly dense thicket of vines. Before she knew it, she had gotten herself caught up in the vines, and the more she tried to wriggle out, the more she got herself stuck.

“Oh nooo. Not again,” Lavinia whined, wriggling her front and back legs around to shift herself loose, but it was no good. “Some keeper of the wilds I am!” she pouted. Deciding that she’d gotten herself too tangled up to wriggle free, she sat and pondered for several moments.

She let out a singsong cry, hoping that any treants in the area, or perhaps a passing night elf sentinel or fellow dryad might hear her.

“That should do the trick,” she said with a smile. “Now I just have to wait…”

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Nineteen-year-old Thomas Howlett was feeling a bit frustrated. The young human hunter had come to Teldrassil hoping to find work befitting his profession. Some of the local night elves had hired him to clear out a group of Twilight's Hammer cultists. Since Deathwing was destroyed, the cult’s remnants had become more of a nuisance than a legitimate threat, but he was happy to take the job and deal with them all the same.

Aside from that, the druids had also hired him to put down a nest of lashers that had grown out of control and was disrupting the ecosystem of the forest. He had also completed this job and taken his coin easily enough, but now he was finding himself growing restless and with little to do.

Darnassus had offered little action to assuage his boredom. The hot-blooded blond-haired young man had hoped to find himself a night elf woman to enjoy his time with. It was no secret that night elf women were gorgeous in the eyes of many young human men, and given the alliance between their races it was not uncommon for many human men arriving in Darnassus to attempt to woo one of the gorgeous elf females, though few were successful.

Thomas did have success in some sense. Two nights prior, he had managed to entice a lovely night elf maiden who worked at the local inn. He had started chatting her up, enthralling her with his various exploits and making her both groan and laugh at his terrible jokes. But she had liked him enough to share a wine with him until the two of them eventually crawled into bed together in the room he’d rented for the night.

The night had not gone the way he had hoped, however. Such was the norm for him. He had licked her pussy and gotten her wet and ready for him, but when she pulled down his pants and found out what he had inside his pants, her yellow eyes widened, telling him straight away that there was no way he could fit himself inside her. Thomas was cursed with a prick that was too big for most women of the Alliance races, being at least a foot long, and wrist-thick.

Though disappointed, he was used to rejection for this reason. She had chosen to rub him against her wet slit and lick his cock and stroke him off until he came. It had been fun, but not quite what he was hoping for. At this point, he was beginning to wonder if he would be able to land himself a woman who could actually take him. He may need to risk Horde territory and land himself a tauren female, even if it was likely to get him killed.

He suddenly heard feminine sounds of indignation up ahead and he perked up. Readying his blunderbuss just in case, he crept through the undergrowth toward the source of the sound. When he pulled aside some foliage blocking his way, his eyes widened at the sight before him.

Thomas couldn’t help but gawk. Trapped in the Teldrassil undergrowth was the soft, downy-furred rump of a dryad. The lower half of her body in the form of a doe was trapped beneath an array of thorny vines and foliage while the humanoid upper half of her body was on the other side of the foliage and he could not see it. He could certainly hear her whimpers and gripes of frustration as she struggled to free herself.

“Aww, come on. Just have to…get loose…somehow,” the soft high-pitched feminine voice grumbled indignantly, her rump shifting back and forth as she tried to shift loose of her accidental confinement.

This only had the added effect of enticing the young human adventurer. Howlett had rarely ever seen a dryad up close during his time exploring the night elf lands; they tended to be rather shy when it came to strangers, so he was never afforded the opportunity of meeting one. They tended to keep to their own kind, the night elf druids, or nature itself as opposed to bothering with outsiders such as himself.

Still, the chivalrous side of him knew that he had to free her. It was the right thing to do, after all. Helping her out was more important than satisfying his own curiosity at seeing a dryad for the first time. He approached her slowly, doing his best not to startle her.

Her ears perked up when she heard leaves crunching behind her through the foliage trapping her. “Oh…is someone there?! Please…help me! I’m trapped in these vines, you see. I could very much use a helping hand or paw!”

Thomas could not help but find the dryad’s voice captivating and adorable. It only emboldened him to do the chivalrous thing and release her. That was, of course, until he noticed something else. Between her doe-like back legs, the dryad’s pink slit was puffy and dripping wet with obvious arousal. Her tail flicked back and forth tantalizingly, as if beckoning him to her dripping vent like the waving of a hand.

The sight was having an effect on him as he felt himself beginning to harden in his trousers. Thomas gulped, feeling guilty for gawking at the helpless dryad’s intimate and vulnerable state. Never mind the fact that it was rather taboo to even be thinking such things about a quadruped female like this, sentient or not. He’d probably be called a deviant back home in Stormwind if word ever spread about him fornicating with a female with such animalistic features.

But he could not stop his young, horny mind from beginning to fantasize about having his way with this enticing woodland creature. Silently, Thomas walked up to Lavinia’s trapped body.

Lavinia heard him get nearer to her rear end, though she could not see him from this angle with the thick growth obscuring her view. “Thank goodness you arrived when you did, whoever you are. I was getting SO anxious. I’m sure you could already guess that,” she babbled nervously.

Thomas wasn’t listening to what she was saying. With him standing right behind her, he did something he knew he should not do, but he did it anyway. As if an ethereal force was compelling him to rash action, his hands did not move to immediately free her trapped limbs from the vines, but rather they rested on her rump. His fingers softly caressed her ample rear, marveling at how soft her downy auburn-colored was. It felt to him like the softest velvety fur he’d probably ever touched before.

Upon his hands brushing her bum, the dryad gasped, trying to look back and get a view of whoever the potential savior was. “Oh. That is quite forward. Yes, quite forward indeed, my stranger. Ah yes, but of course. Now I understand. You need to get a good grip on me to pull my body out from the vines! Yes, that’s it. Well then…whenever you are ready.”

Thomas again did not immediately move to free her. As he watched, dewy glistening droplets of her arousal dripped from her sex. By now, he had grown so hard that his foot-long fleshy weapon was threatening to burst from his pants. Though he was still nervous about her potential reaction, he was pushed by foolish courage to see what more he could get away with. The moment she told him to stop, he would, but he had a delicious opportunity in front of him, and he felt it would be foolish to squander it. The fact that her body appeared so aroused was a good sign.

He took that next step by slowly, gently taking hold of her tail, teasing and stroking his fingers up the length of it from base to tip. Lavinia gasped and her body shook, rattling the vines.

“Ah hah…that tickles, stranger! Mm…I am quite sensitive there. B- but, you need to be freeing me, don't you?!”

Inwardly, Lavinia was feeling quite conflicted. A part of her was distressed, not by the stranger per se but by her trapped and vulnerable state. It was not in her nature to be trapped, but to run free through the forest. And on top of it, this humanoid stranger - whoever they were - was clearly getting quite handsy with her and taking a curiously long time to free her.

And yet there was a part of her deep down that was very much enjoying the treatment. Her earlier fantasies resurfaced, and they were bolstered now by her current position of being trapped. It was such a tawdry thought, to have some brute having his way with her trapped body, but the thought of it left her positively dripping wet, aching to be filled with a male’s thick stem. She did not have the courage to vocalize such desires to this stranger, however, and perhaps it would be best for them both for him to free her after all before this got out of hand?

Thomas clearly had other ideas, however. He massaged her tail and sucked his pointer finger into his mouth with a devious grin. The young blond-haired hunter decided it was now or never. This would either be a fortuitous gamble or an action that would get him into deep trouble with the local druids and Keepers of the Grove later.

He brought his finger down to her puffy pink slit, stroking her velvety soft labia up and down with gentle sweeps.

“Oh, by Elune!” Lavinia sputtered. “W- what are you doing back there, stranger?”

Using both hands, he spread her open with his thumbs, his mouth going dry from the sight of her inner pinkness. Realization began to dawn on the human young man as he exposed the dryad’s sex: was it possible that he had found the first female who might actually be able to take him inside her? He had to know for sure.

Throwing caution to the wind as he’d done already, Thomas used two fingers of one hand to keep her nicely spread open while he slipped the pointer finger of the other hand into her wet pussy with a slight squelch akin to a lemon being peeled.

“Ah!” Lavinia moaned as he slipped his finger into her pussy.

Thomas gaped as her pussy practically sucked his finger into her hungrily. He delved his finger as deeply as he could, and it was easy to do thanks to how wet she was. He felt around inside her, and he was overjoyed to find that she was tight, but not overly so like the women he’d attempted to fool around with previously. This just might work.

He unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his tightly-constrained member out into the open. His foot-long, girthy cock was throbbing with his intense need, dripping dollops of precum from his flushed bulbous tip. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and shuffled up between her back legs, gently spreading her back legs out slightly. He heard her suck in breaths and let out cute little whimpers as he used two fingers to stroke her pussy and rub his clit with his thumb, his fingers becoming coated in her juices. There was such an abundance of moisture dripping from her pussy that he decided to put it to good use, stroking his own cock with her clear fluids to get himself lubed up.

Lavinia was startled when she felt the stranger shuffle forward, rubbing what felt like a very thick cockhead up and down her sodden pussylips. “Oh my,” Lavinia gasped in her singsong voice. “You’re quite a virile one, aren’t you?” She’d had male night elves inside her before, but none that felt quite like this, if the warm member rubbing against her sex was any indication. This night elf was certainly gifted. Perhaps he was an elder druid, or perhaps he had even transformed his maleness into something more animal-like. Her mind began to wander through all the possibilities behind her mysterious well-endowed stranger.

She didn’t have much more time to ponder, however, as Thomas decided he was as ready as he would ever be. He gripped her soft flanks, settled himself against her juicy sex hole and gave a push. No luck at first; his cock slid over her pussy and he grazed off of her, not entering. Biting his lip, he used two fingers to keep her spread open and then tried again, giving another push. This time he saw progress, his cockhead gradually pushing its way inside her, her labia lovingly swallowing up his flushed head until finally his cock slipped inside her.

The dryad let out a squeal of bliss and Thomas groaned as he felt the first couple inches of his long, fat cock swallowed up inside her pussy. Finally, he had done it. After so many failed romantic endeavors, he’d finally landed himself a female who could take him. He’d finally lost his virginity proper, and the sensation was amazing. She was so tight, warm and wet inside, her inner walls soothingly gripping his cockflesh in a delightful embrace. After taking a few moments to get his bearings, he gripped her rump tightly and began to push onwards, sinking more of himself inside her sex.

“Ooo it’s s- so big!” Lavinia moaned. “You should r- really be freeing me,” she whimpered, chewing her lip. Even as she said it, however, she was pushing her soft rump back at the stranger, his massive cock beginning to spread her open in the best possible way. “But…we are both terribly aroused. You c- cannot properly free me in this state. We should m- mate quickly to quell our urges, then you can free me, yes.”

Thomas wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment, of course. The blond human gave another push of his strong hips and sank another couple inches inside her, moaning as he did. Lavinia let out sighs and soft gasps of pleasure as Thomas slid inch after girthy inch of his cock inside the dryad’s wet, silky cunny. He had to hold on tightly to her velvety soft rump, his fingers digging slightly into her brown fur, but she did not appear to mind or even notice.

Lavinia felt herself being spread open as the stranger filled her sex with every inch of his girth. She kept waiting for him to bottom out, but he just kept sliding more of himself inside her. She clopped her hooves and struggled to maintain her composure as one of the longest and thickest cocks she’d ever taken had pushed inside her. This night elf was certainly gifted. At least, she assumed it was a night elf. She tried to gauge exactly what sort of stranger she might be dealing with by listening to the tenor of his moans from the other side of the vines. She could not rule out the possibility that it was a male tauren inserting himself inside her, if his size was anything to go by.

When Thomas felt himself tapping against her cervix, he gasped with shock. Ecstatic that he had not only managed to fit himself inside the dryad, but fit all of himself inside her. The sensation was heavenly, beyond anything he’d ever imagined. Being fully sheathed inside a woman - even a dryad woman - for the first time put all of his middling prior experiences to shame. Every conceivable centimeter of his cock felt like it was being touched at once, as her warm pink insides caressed all his nerve endings.

“Oh wow…so f- full!” Lavinia moaned. She reached up and began gently squeezing her own perky breasts and hard pink nipples. She looked back over her shoulder, even if she still couldn’t get a good angle on her elusive mate. “You may start moving whenever you like, stran-

She didn’t even get the full sentence out before Thomas was enthusiastically drawing his titanic babymaker out of her snug depths, not stopping until only the fat head remained inside her, before he slammed back home once again. Lavinia let out a shrill squeal of pure ecstasy as he filled her sex up with his long, thick cock once more. After a couple strokes, he was gripping her flanks and pounding her hard, a wet slapping filling their nook of the forest as he had his way with the trapped yet enthusiastic dryad. Their sex organs were practically made for each other; she was tight but with enough give to take his plunges with minimal fuss, whilst he was big but manageable for her, and exactly what she needed after so many fantasies.

After so many failed romantic encounters thanks to his monstrous prick, the young human hunter was making up for lost time and pouring all of his lust into the hapless dryad. Soon her sweet singsong moans intermingled with his masculine grunts, both embracing their bodies’ needs without a care in the world. Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances that had facilitated it, Lavinia adapted quite well. Mating was quite natural after all, and animals and creatures of the wild did it openly and freely all the time. Soon enough, she was pushing her rump back and forth in tandem with each of his pounding thrusts.

Thomas felt himself catapulting his way toward an orgasm very quickly. The sensation of her warm, wet love tunnel massaging his member was simply too divine, especially with how pent-up he was from a multitude of blue balled encounters. He took hold of the dryad’s spasming tail while continuing to pound her lovely rump in a rhythmic clapping of skin on fur, well beyond the point of caring what anyone back home in Stormwind City would think if they could see him now.

He felt his balls churning and his breathing increased as his thrusts went into overdrive. Though he knew it was not the gentlemanly thing to do, he had no intention of pulling out of the adorable dryad. He’d yearned for these sensations for so long that the thought of spilling his cum anywhere other than inside her pussy was unthinkable to him. Thankfully she did not vocalize any reservations either.

Thomas threw his head back and buried himself as deeply inside her snug cunt as he could, his balls jumping in his sack. The no-longer-virgin nearly passed out from the sensation, as the warm cum rushed up his shaft and drenched the dryad’s cunny with his virile spunk, painting her inner walls and spurting point blank against her cervix.

Lavinia cried out in pleasure, her back legs and her rump shaking in his grip as she was thoroughly seeded. “By Elune!” She let out a feminine moan. “That’s so much lifeseed! I can feel it filling my womb!” This humanoid male, whoever he was, seemed very backed up and in need of release; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so filled up before. The sensation of such a filling insemination quickly brought about her own climax, cooing and whimpering with sounds of delight as she orgasmed along with him.

Thomas spent the better part of a minute or two hunched over the dryad’s plush rear, draining his balls inside her pussy. By the time he was finished, he nearly collapsed atop her before catching himself on the thicket of vines at the last second. Regaining his composure, he patted the dryad’s soft rump. For the first time, the haze of his lust had abated and he finally realized the magnitude of what he’d done.

“By the Light! I’m so sorry! Are you…alright, miss?”

Lavinia, blissed out of her mind from her orgasm and the creamy filling she’d received barely heard him at first. “Wha…?” Her eyes then widened, realizing that her male stranger had spoken to her for the first time. “Oh…yes indeed. I am quite well. Mmm, you were quite vigorous. But, now that we are finished, might you please help me out of here?”

Thomas had been fearful she was going to be angry for taking advantage of her vulnerable state. Fortunately that did not appear to be the case. He let out a sigh of relief, snapping to attention. “Oh yes…of c- course.”

He awkwardly drew his cock out of her, his now limp but still long cock escaping her doe-like cunny with a suctiony slurp. He quickly moved to untangle each of the dryad’s trapped limbs from the thick vines. He had to struggle and tug at the foliage trapping her upper body, but with a grunt he managed to pull her loose.

Lavinia stretched out her whole body with a long sigh. “Ah…much better!” She spun around to face her male savior for the first time, her glowing yellow eyes widening. “Oh my goodness! You’re a human!”

Thomas ran a hand through his blond hair. “Ah…yes. I hope that’s not too shocking to you,” he said, looking at the ground awkwardly, still feeling a bit ashamed that he’d taken advantage of her.

“Oh it is quite shocking, in a good way! I’ve never met a human before, let alone mated with one!” she exclaimed in her chipper tone.

He blushed. “I’m sorry.”

She cocked her head at him with confusion, idly running her fingers through her long, flowing green hair. “Sorry? Whatever for? I was aroused, you were aroused. We took care of each other’s needs. And,” she said, biting her lip. “Mating me while I was trapped was quite intense. Elune, what a rush!” she burst out, bouncing on all four limbs with carefree glee.

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Well…as long as you were ok with it.”

“Oh but I was,” she said with a smile. Her eyes went down to his groin. She put a hand to her mouth. “Goodness, it really is so big! Are all humans this big?! I thought for sure you were a tauren or a transformed druid or…something!”

Thomas sheepishly shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ahah, no…I don’t think most humans are like me. I feel like a freak sometimes. I was never even inside a woman until now.”

She gasped. “You were a virgin?!” When he confirmed her question with a nod, she smiled widely. “Wow…that is so exciting! My first human, and your first female ever! Me!”

He smiled at that. “Thank you…uh?”

“Oh! My name is Lavinia,” she gave him a small bow.

“Thomas.”

“Thomas,” she repeated. She looked down and finally took notice of the puddle of his seed and her juices on the forest floor. She shook her rump, feeling more of his cum leaking out of her pink pussy. “You filled me up good, Thomas,” she giggled. Her next words made his hair stand up on end. “Probably fertilized me real good too!”

“W- what?”

She nodded her head vigorously. “Mhm. I am real fertile right now. There is, like, very little chance you didn’t put a baby in me just now. That’s how it is with us dryads.”

Thomas’ mouth was dry from this revelation. When he could finally move his mouth again, he asked, “And…that doesn’t bother you?”

She looked at him with a confused smile, like he was a naive child. “Of course not. That’s the cycle of life, after all.” Her eyes fell between his legs and she gasped. “Oh my. It seems the thought of creating new life inside me is getting your manhood nice and big again…”

Thomas looked down and realized he was growing stiff as steel once more. The dryad licked her lips seductively, striding over to him. Despite her race being a peaceful one, she looked like a starving predator at the moment. He even took a step back.

She gave him a playful shove, causing him to grunt and fall on his bum. Before he knew what was happening, Lavinia had knelt her quadruped body down on her front knees. Her hands gripped his peach-colored shaft and she stroked it a few times, causing him to gasp. Her eyes were fixed on his and her cute face was stretched into a smile as she enjoyed the looks of pleasure that flashed across his features as she serviced him. Without any further preamble, she stopped jerking him and practically inhaled his cock, leaning her head down and sucking him into her warm, wet mouth with an audible “mmm” of contentment.

Thomas closed his eyes as wet sucking sounds filled the forest air. Lavinia was incredibly skilled with her mouth, her lips providing the perfect amount of suction while her tongue left not a single inch of his girth unattended. She took more and more of his long, thick girth into her mouth, flicking her tongue all around his shaft as she did. Eventually she took him into her throat, and Thomas opened his eyes to look at her, scarcely believing she could do what so few humanoid women before her could not. Evidently, gag reflexes were nonexistent to dryads, or at least this dryad, as she took his fat human cock into her throat without any trouble whatsoever.

For good measure, she held his cock in her throat for several seconds, her yellow eyes winking at him, before she began bobbing her head. He moaned, digging hederows into the grass beneath him as the dryad hummed in her throat while fellating him. With one hand, he stroked appreciatively through the dryad’s green hair, causing her to smile at him through cock-filled lips while she sucked him.

When he felt himself getting close, Lavinia could sense it. She quickly extracted her mouth from his considerable manhood, gasping for breath as she did.

“P- please,” he pleaded with desperation in his voice. The last thing he wanted was to be left blue balled. Not again.

Lavinia grinned at him, lathering his cock up with her saliva, jerking his lubricated girth. “Fear not, my human. I just need you to breed me properly again. But I want to get a good look at you this time, rather than being trapped in those vines.”

She reclined back on the grass, relaxing herself so that her doe-like lower half was laid out on the grass while her humanoid upper half was partially propped up against a tree. She beckoned him to her with a crook of her finger, smiling mischievously. He gulped and readily obliged, the blond-haired human crawling toward her as she opened up her back legs to him for him to get in between them. “You’re no freak. You just needed to venture out into the wilds of Teldrassil to find the right female who could take an alpha male manhood like yours. So…what’re you waiting for?”

With her invitation, Thomas hungrily gripped her back legs by her ankles, propping them atop his forelegs. He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her pink pussy, brushing her clit several times and drawing sounds of giddy pleasure from her lips. When he’d primed her up to the point of whimpering desperately at him, he finally settled his cock against her sex and shoved his way in, causing her to cry out.

They held nothing back. Lavinia chewed her lip, her green hair becoming wild and unkempt and her body rocking back and forth as he pounded her dryad pussy. Her wet pink lips slid over his shaft every time he pushed in and out of her squeezing pussy, his cockhead battering her cervix at the end of each thrust. She did not mind in the least; if anything, she continually begged for him to pound her harder, faster. This creature was utterly insatiable, Thomas realized.

Her orgasms crashed into one another, spurred on by him vigorously reaching down and twiddling her clit with his thumb as his girth stretched her mating hole open. She was making so much noise from his fucking and her long climaxes that the denizens of Darnassus could probably hear them.

Her sex milked and massaged his member like nothing he could’ve possibly imagined. It was like this seductive feminine creature of the forest was built exclusively for mating.

“Lavinia!” he gasped, burying his head into her downy brown fur as he began firing off yet another load of thick, sticky cum into her welcoming pussy. She pulled him deeply into her sex, holding him there with surprising strength to deliver every sperm-filled gush, not wasting a drop. She smiled blissfully as he seeded her once again.

Some time later, after their fourth mating, the mismatched duo was thoroughly exhausted. Thomas, having abandoned the rest of his garb, rested his naked body atop the dryad. His head was lying back and nestled between the dryad’s bosom while she stroked a hand through his blond hair. His long, girthy prick - perfectly sized for her - had finally gone flaccid from a long day of mating. Globs of his cum dripped from her gaping pink sex, matting down the downy brown fur of her rump and soaking the forest floor beneath them. If he didn’t impregnate her the first time, he certainly did by now.

She had been softly singing to him, soothing him with her lovely voice. She smiled down at him when one of his eyes crept open to peer up at her. She stopped for a moment, saying, “You should get some sleep. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

He yawned. “What’s tomorrow?”

She tapped her chin. “Hmm. Let’s call it ‘catching up.’ I am catching up on all this time I was too shy to approach any of you humans. And you are catching up on having a female who can finally accommodate that big treetrunk of yours between your legs.” She winked.

Thomas gulped, praying that he had the strength to see him through this latest quest.