The Love of a Good Dryad II - Fertilisation - Chapter 1

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As Valerie orgasmed beneath him, her body trembled and shimmered as waves of pleasure rippled through her the way waves of wind washed through stands of tall trees in a forest. Steve loved this other-worldly quality about her, so different to the way other women came, which seemed urgent and harshly desirous in comparison.

His head dipped and he sucked each of her large, firm nipples in turn, wondering at how dark they and their areolae were in comparison to her pale, white skin. He kissed them again, his hands trying to cover as much of her ample breasts as possible as he worked his way down her body, kissing and pressing his lips to her cool, pale skin.

"Oh, Valerie, I do love you," he declared as his kisses touched the last bit of pale, flat belly before her new, bushy, pubes. Reluctantly, his hand slipped from her boobs, trailed down the sides of her body, across her ample, wide hips and brushing apart her pubic hair, opened her vulva to him. His tongue lapped up and down, tasting her sweet, sap-like juices and then, the more astringent taste of his cum as her creampie started to leak from her.

Valerie stroked his hair lovingly.

"Steve, my love, it's been nine months since I gave up my eternal existence as a Dryad to become a human female and still I am not pregnant."

"I'm sorry, my dearest. Perhaps we need to practice more," said Steve taking the subject lightly.

"But my love, I am meant to breed. As I can no longer add to the forest, I should produce a human offspring, a child that will inherit some of my original abilities."

"All in good time, Valerie. Sometimes these things just take time. It took months before you started cycling like a woman, perhaps it just needs more time."

"But it shouldn't have. As soon as I left the valley, I should have transformed completely, with no going back. But I didn't. I feel like I'm stuck between two worlds. Steve, what do I taste like when you lick and suck of me?"

"Wonderful, my dear. The ambrosia of the gods."

"So, I am still producing the sap juice. That is wrong. It should only be produced during the Pollen Fertilisation. And now we've passed the spring equinox and Beltane approaches. I have not completely changed and the veil between natural and supernatural becomes thin."

She looked at him and the distress in her eyes was obvious.

"What should we do, my dear?"

"Come quickly, it's the first night of the full moon tonight. We can do a test, in the garden."

Valerie climbed from the bed and just as he had every day for the last nine months, Steve wondered at the beautiful perfection of her body. She had claimed to be the youngest of the three Dryads that Steve had encountered that magical night, but as a woman, she easily looked at least two hundred years younger than the two hundred and thirty she had claimed to be. Valerie had the most amazing pair of breasts he had ever seen. Full and heavy but not saggy, her breasts seemed too big to be as firm as they were, looking like an invisible under-wire supported them whilst her amazing nipples, which just seemed to beg to be sucked, sat amid dark, oval areola, that puckered with the slightest stimulation. Steve still felt his cock harden every single time he looked at them. Even now, just moments after making love and cumming deep inside her, his cock throbbed as it sought to regain an erection. He dragged his eyes away from her boobs, but that meant either looking at her beautiful face with her deep brown eyes, the colour of deepest mahogany, eyes that he always felt he could drown in, or letting his gaze trail down her body, over her flat, firm belly to her generous hips, her glorious thighs and spectacularly shapely legs.

"Come on," she said, "the moon will rise soon, we should be in position to greet it." She turned away and Steve was presented with her firm, pert arse. She bent forward to pick a bra from the floor, discarded as they'd entered the bedroom, filled as always, with passion and a seemingly endless urge to mate. As she bent over, Steve could see her labia and the way they protruded from her vulva, always seeming to invite him to take their fleshy sweetness between his lips and suck.

Groaning slightly, Steve climbed from the bed and followed her, completely aware of how heavy his cock felt as it swung, in a semi-aroused state, from side to side as he walked.

By the time he got out the back door, Valerie had already taken up a position in a garden bed, her toes pushing into some newly dug earth, her face and breasts turned towards the rising moon. The garden was completely dark. The street lights were blocked by the house and garage and being as it was the last house in the cul-de-sac, it had nothing flanking it and the garden, bound at the sides by high Colorbond fences, opened onto bushland beyond. Valerie held out her hand and slightly self-conscious of his own nudity, he took it and stood beside her.

Slowly the moon rose up and over the fence line, illuminating the pale white skin of her beautiful body, whilst making her raven-black hair and pubes seem even darker.

"Arrrrhhhhgggg," groaned Valerie, a sound that seemed to come from someone so much older than herself. As Steve watched, her skin seemed to flicker with shades of green from within and leaves seemed to grow and then wither and vanish along her arms and from her fingertips.

"Suck my nipples, my love, feed from me now, please." It was Valerie's voice, but from a long way off and full of pleading.

Steve dipped his head and his lips quickly sealed around a nipple as his hands eagerly held her wonderful, firm breasts. As it slipped into his mouth, the nipple felt harder and bigger than it ever had before and, as soon as he sucked the sap drink poured into his mouth. This was not like an infant suckling, but more akin to the tapping of a birch tree in spring. Steve drank greedily, feeling the sweet magical sap juice flood into his stomach and fill him with desire and power, just the way it had before, as it had when he had made love to Valerie and her two sisters, repeatedly and very enjoyably. And just as then, Steve's body coursed with desire and energy. His cock was suddenly rock hard and pushing between Valerie's thighs.

"Val..." he moaned and felt her climb aboard him, her legs hooking over his knees as his cock sank into her. He lifted her up and had a strange fleeting impression of massive roots being torn from the soil as when a massive oak is toppled in a storm.

Valerie clung to him, her thighs bouncing herself up and down on his shaft as he continued to guzzle readily from her nipples.

"Oh, Steve, Steve, my love, oh you so fill me, you complete me, yes, Steve. Don't cum, please don't cum."

Engorged with lust and desire, fueled by the magical sap, Steve wanted nothing more at that moment than to flood her with his seed, but he heard her voice, stayed his urge and slowly sank down until Valerie could once again plant her feet in the fresh earth. Slowly she climbed off him and her hands guided him to stand tall, his mouth to leave her breasts, as hers descended upon his cock.

Her sucking was always a delight. Tender, delicate and so incredibly arousing, but tonight it had a hunger. Her mouth bobbed and twisted as she sucked him, her hand working on his shaft as if seeking to make him cum as soon as possible. And it was working.

"Val, slow down, I'm going to cum..."

But there was no slowing, just an eager feasting, as she sought to draw everything she could out of him.

Steve came. Like a freight train slamming into a mountainside head-on, his extraordinarily hard cock throbbed with the delivery, filling her mouth until it leaked past her lips and dribbled down her chin.

Valerie released him, stood up and held up a single finger, stilling him. Her cheeks bulged like a hampster and yet, unusually, she didn't swallow. Suddenly she turned her head and spat, ejecting the cum from her mouth even more forcibly than it had been originally ejaculated.

Steve stared at her, holding out his hands for hers. Seeking answers, urgently needing to know what she now knew.

"That's it! Poison. Remember when you first came to the glade and we threw away your water bottle because of the poisoned water it contained? So it is now. Steve, the food we eat, the water we drink, the soil my feet wish to root in, mankind has poisoned it all. That's why I'm not fully changed, that's why I can't conceive. Even the air out here is not pure. Everything is sodden with your chemicals and your pollution." Tears were streaming down her cheeks now.

"What can we do?"

"We? Or mankind?"

"We, I can't change the direction humanity is going. All I want is you, and to live with you. To love with you."

Valerie stepped into his arms, suddenly very human, very soft and womanly and very upset.

"You could take me back to the forest tomorrow. Let me see if I can still commune with my sisters and see if you can fertilise me there."

"As a Dryad or as a woman?"

"Which do you want, Steve?"

"I want you, Valerie. I want you happy and you want to be fertile. I know how important it is to you, it's like it forms a core of your being."

"But what if I can't be fertile as a woman?"

"I don't care. I only want you to be happy. Can you go back to being a Dryad and be fertilised? I thought it was one way, that there is no going back."

"Just then, with the first touch of the moon and my feet in the soil, I was Dryad, I could feel it. It pulled at me, it tugged me into that existence, until my sap drove you wild with lust, until I felt you big and hard inside me, then all I wanted to be was a woman, riding you to orgasm and receiving your spunk, as a woman."

"Whatever you want, Val. Whatever I can do to make you happy."

Val looked upon him, smiling until dimples formed in her cheeks as she gave him a coquettish smile. Her hand cupped a breast.

"You didn't suck this one, perhaps there is some sap left. We could go and make love on the couch."

Still feeling the energization from his intake of sap, Steve swept Valerie up into his arms and carried her gently back to the living room and then placed her gently on the sofa.

"Just wait there, my love," he said softly, vanishing to the kitchen and coming back with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Kneeling beside her, he gently washed the soil from her dainty feet. “I’m sorry I’ve brought you into a world so full of contamination.”

"You are so good to me," she said. "I'm sorry I'm so weird and demanding."

"With your sorts of demands, you can be as weird as you like," laughed Steve, drying her toes and then kissing them each in turn. "Not that I think you are weird, not for a supernatural being that has given everything up just to be with little old me."

"I gave nothing up I didn't consider worthwhile and you are anything but little."

She held out her arms and Steve laid across her, very aware that he was as hard as iron.

Taken from The Love of a Good Dryad II - Fertilisation - Chapter 1

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The follow up to 'For the Love of a Good Dryad' - https://books2read.com/u/baExy8