Fruit of the Dogwood Tree

Very quickly, I found myself wanting more from this dryad. She was not as imposing as Senthethem and that made her more attractive to me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and closed my eyes. I felt warmer immediately, being held in her hand while clasping her to myself. "That's so nice. I feel safe with you. Please, go on and pollinate," I mumbled.

She smiled and kissed me again. This time, she continued to kiss me. The hand that supported me moved slightly: Temtheriahm was rubbing my body softly with her fingertips. Her other hand, with the same soft touch, caressed my thighs and spread them with the spread of her fingers. Her anatomy was like Senthethem's-and by that, I mean she had a pseudo-phallus. She carefully acquainted me with the long, smooth, knobby appendage. I hadn't expected it to feel as good as it had with Senthethem; I thought I'd been stretched and numbed a bit. But Temtheriahm secreted some slippery opalescent green fluid that coated her appendage and stimulated my nerves. It reminded me at once of the tingling of a spicy pepper. The dryad's false cock caressed my sensitive vaginal walls, energizing my mind, preparing me for another orgasm. When I felt the surface of her member begin to ripple inside me, I squealed with delight. I clung to Temtheriahm ferociously, wrapping my legs around her with all the strength I still had. My senses of sight and hearing shut down; the amazing feeling between my vulvae was everything.

Somehow, through the incredible bliss of my climaxes, I became aware of a different sensation: hot, creamy liquid gushing down the insides of my thighs. Temtheriahm's sleek hips slapped against my pelvis more slowly. Her tool, which had been so deep I thought it had tapped my cervix a few times, slid backward.

"No, please, no!" I begged. I was too worked up to be ashamed of my whining. "No, please; you're so strong and so amazing; I know you can give me more. Please, don't stop!" My muscles were exhausted, but I still tried to hold onto Temtheriahm's waist and shoulders.

I felt two huge, hot hands touching me-one fondling my breasts, one massaging my back. "You're making me jealous, Elise," said a breathy, deep voice behind me.

I put my hands over Senthethem's. "Don't be jealous," I purred. "Share me properly."

"'Share' you?"

"Yeah. You said only a few minutes ago that you wanted to share me."

"She's turned into a blooming lust-blossom!" Temtheriahm said to Senthethem, giggling. "Very different from our usual human partners."

Senthethem sighed. "So...you'd like us to share. How?" Her eyes betrayed her interest in my proposition.

My insides twisted delightfully. "Let me have a taste of that syrup stick!"

"Mine too?" asked Temtheriahm. She pulled completely out of my pussy.

"Yes!" I said. I was disappointed by the lack of throbbing flesh in my twat, but I was ravenous to taste these dryads.

Senthethem's tireless hands supported me. (I needed the help; my lower body's muscles were fatigued and left to myself I probably would have fallen.) I wrapped my left arm around one of Senthethem's thighs and my right arm around one of Temtheriahm's thighs. I waited, inhaling deeply through my nose. The earthy, tangy, spicy odors of the dryads' fluids enchanted me.

Temtheriahm's appendage was slick with shiny pastel-green goop. Senthethem's was much drier, although there was a very thin sheen of liquid, apparently seeping from a thick ring of tiny holes that looked like large pores. It was a reminder that these creatures weren't human; neither of their cock-like members had a central urethra like a human penis.

Temtheriahm's juice had been flowing already. Her viscous liquid tasted very earthy and strong, like the sediment of a well-aged red wine, drunk from the barrel, not from a glass. I liked it quite a bit.

By contrast, Senthethem's juice was very bright and frothy. As soon as my tongue touched her stamen, she let her thin liquid spray softly. (It was like a lawn sprinkler being shut off! I remembered summers as a kid and I chuckled at the thought.) And her taste?...Indescribable! Tart enough to make my mouth pucker, but with an underlying fresh, hot sweetness-perhaps like cider made from cranberries and Seville oranges, spiced with a dash of cinnamon, although that description doesn't do Senthethem's liquor justice by a long shot. The moment my mind processed what was in my mouth, I knew I had a new favorite flavor and nothing would ever replace it. Between her amazing flavor and her dextrous caressing, I climaxed again, shutting my eyes, breathing hard through my nose, feeling my heart thudding wildly behind my ribs.

These dryads weren't used to getting sucked off, apparently. "That is...surprisingly pleasing, small human!" Temtheriahm said quietly. She had one hand on my back and one on Senthethem's waist; she was stroking our flesh absently while she enjoyed my attention. Senthethem's incredibly long, supple fingers kept circling my happy clitoris. The huge wood-spirit said nothing, but her golden eyes shone when I looked up into them.

I couldn't actually suck them, but I licked their members energetically, pumping their shafts with my fingers.

A light came on in the yard. Power had been restored. Utility crews could be driving along at any moment. With a muttered curse, I released the dryads' pseudo-cocks.

"You may take your time, if you wish," said Senthethem. "Temtheriahm and I can easily shield you from sight with pollen that will look like ordinary fog."

"Believe me, I want to make love with you two for at least another week. But people will find my boat and my gear," I told the giant plant-spirt.

"Well, human woman, you have my gratitude," Temtheriahm said. "You have made me feel wonderful."

"Yes, thank you, sweet Elise," Senthethem added. "It was very lucky to meet you."

"We can do this again, though, can't we?" I asked, worried by the finality in the dryads' voices.

Senthethem regarded me seriously. "If you have the courage," she said. "We do not normally show ourselves around humans, but you are a remarkable individual."

The dogwood dryad carried me back to her tree and we kissed each other goodbye. I ran my hands all over her strong abdomen and voluptuous hips, gladly noticing that my touch was making her eyes lose focus and widening the smile on her gorgeous green mouth. Tears came to my eyes. "I will be back to make love to you again, my beautiful Senthethem," I told her.

"You mean 'to help me pollinate'," she said.

"No, I mean to make love! I won't mind helping you pollinate, though."

Her unique laughter bubbled from inside her chest. "You really want me to feel something for you, Elise. And I do: affection as I have never felt for a human. Come back soon! We will make love to our hearts' content. We will pollinate if we want to."

I collected my loot, threw on my clothes, and ran toward the water. Before I hopped into my boat, I was already planning my next stay at my parents' cabin.

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