The forests hide anything and everything,
Gaetan thought,
or so the saying goes.
Walking beneath the towering timbers as they swayed slightly in
the wind, he could believe it. In a world where the spark of industry
had ignited many men’s imaginations, Gaetan had found himself turning
towards other passions, and spending more time in the woods as he grew
from a boy to a man.
Fortunately, it hadn’t guaranteed poverty, as his father had once
warned, indeed by bringing rare herbs, mushrooms, and the like back to
civilized lands he was certain he made more than the old man himself
ever had. Still, it was a lonelier life, and as he took a deep breath of
the rich spring air, he wished he could have someone to share the
forest’s secrets with.
He hefted his bag, already nearly full of things that would fetch a
high price in town, and decided he’d journey a little further in. The
old growth forest went all the way to the base of the great mountains
that straddled the empire’s interior, and to his knowledge there was no
charted path or road through them. Navigating mazelike undergrowth of
the woods was something that was difficult to master, and few merchants
would risk a trip through such difficult terrain, instead opting for the
well-maintained imperial roads, or if they had the money, one of the
new “locomotives” he’d heard about.
He paused, a massive bull moose trapse across a clearing ahead of
him. The creature glanced his way a moment, as if mildly curious at the
presence of a human here, so far from their dwellings, but then moved
on, carrying about its own business. He was capable of defending himself
of course, but the bow across his back would do little more than annoy
an animal that size. He relaxed, chuckling to himself. That was another
thing that people never seemed to understand about the ancient woods, a
man was not the master here, but was at the mercy of nature. It was best
to be polite.
I should look for a good spot to make camp,
he decided. He smiled as he looked up at the sunny sky, it was early in the spring yet, but warm.
A giggle caused him to freeze, whirling around. It was a
woman’s
giggle, he was sure of that, and humans were far less predictable
than the forest’s usual denizens… as were elves, goblins, and any of the
other creatures that one might run into this far from civilization.
“Hello?” he called, slowly unshouldering his bow. His eyes scanned
the woods, but didn’t see anything. The trees groaned as the winds
blew, and suddenly there was movement. He darted forward, hearing
laughter, but nothing but falling leaves greeted him as he burst through
the thicket where the noise had come from.
A woman’s form greeted him, young, his own age probably, with
light green skin and jet black hair tied into a ponytail down her back.
For a moment he thought she was an orc, but her form was too petite, and
she had a pointed pair of nearly elfin ears. He blushed as he took her
in, she was wearing hardly anything clothing at all, safe for a strip of
mossy cloth across her ample chest.
“H-Hello,” he croaked, holding up his hands.
The girl chewed her lip a moment, then giggled again, “Bye!” She
ran towards the tree line again, only the limbs and leaves seemed to
blur a moment, hiding her from view. Before he could blink, they were
back to normal, and she was gone entirely.
Gaetan paused, considering reaching for his bow again, but decided against it,
that was no orc or goblin like I’ve ever seen,
he decided.
Whatever she was, she’s certainly using some kind of magic to hide herself, she could be watching me right now…
He sighed,
she didn’t try to hurt me at least… remember, man is not king of the forest.
He took one final glance around, then shouldered his bag, opting to look for a campsite before night fell.
…
Delyra giggled as she leapt through the woods, cartwheeling with
excitement as the rich spring air added to her already jubilant mood.
The young dryad knew every inch of the forest, and she and her sisters
were the chosen guardians of a stretch of woods going from the high
mountains to the south, all the way into the open prairie to the east.
It was a quiet woodland realm, with few of the settled peoples crossing
into it to cause mischief.
“Amarsi!” she called in a singsong voice, “Amarsi where are you!?”
“She’s counting the beehives,” her other sister, Serina, replied,
stretching as Delyra made her way into the vast clearing where they’d
made their home. Serina had been sunbathing, and she stretched as she
stood up to greet her younger sister. Serina was plumper than Delyra,
with wide hips and a bosom that bounced slightly as she walked, a
testament to how much time she spent cultivating the sweeter berries of
the wood, no doubt.
“I need Amarsi right now!” Delrya whined, “there’s an intruder!”
Serina froze, “An intruder?” she asked sharply, “what kind? Is he alone? Gods help us, is he starting fires?”
“I think he was just looking for herbs,” Delyra said, tapping her
chin as she thought about what she’d seen the young man doing, “but he
did have a weapon with him, a bow, and a knife too!”
Serina sighed, “Okay, what did he look like?”
“He was pretty hot,” Delyra gushed, “kinda tall, I didn’t see much
of his body, but the way he was leaping over logs and stuff, I’ll bet
looks good under that cloak.”
Serina raised an eyebrow, “Huh, okay… maybe I’ll have to
investigate myself, what else? Was he elvish? A goblin?” She chuckled,
“guess not if he was tall.”
“He had pale skin,” Delrya explained, “his ears were kind of funny
looking too, all wrong at the top, and weirdly close to his head.” She
flicked her own pointed ear for emphasis.
“Uh oh,” Serina muttered, “that sounds like a human!”
“Ooh, really?” Delrya squealed, “let’s go back and find him! Maybe he’s looking to get married?”
“Probably not out here,” Serina chuckled, “let’s go find this
human
before he pulls one of their usual tricks, the last thing we need is him trying to ‘develop’ things out here.”
Delrya followed her sister eagerly as the other dryad headed out of the clearing, “What do you mean develop?”
“Humans are always digging up dirt and chopping down trees to
build things,” Serina explained, “it’s part a ritual dedicated to
something called The Economy, which is either a god or a demon, I’m not
sure, but the handful of humans I met while I was studying with the
elves all seemed to either love him or hate him.”
Delrya gulped, “I hope ours isn’t working for him!”
“We’ll find out soon enough,” Serina said with a grin as the pair disappeared into the forest.
…
Gaetan watched the sun begin to disappear behind the trees. At
this time of year the nights were still chilly, and he’d built a small
fire to warm him as he ate his dinner of dry salted beef and hardtack.
The loud hooting of an owl relaxed him, another of the luxuries one
couldn’t have in the city, and he watched the dancing embers with
contentment as he thought over the strange woman he’d seen that day.
A fairy of some sort?
He wondered. They were usually small, but if there
was
a variety that was human sized, it wouldn’t be the strangest thing he’d ever seen.
A goblin?
He shook his head,
she didn’t ask for food or try to rob me, so probably not…
He looked up at the slowly appearing stars and decided not to
worry about it. With a shrug he reached into his sack for a cheaply
printed book, one of the few luxuries of the city he did enjoy indulging
in, and opened it to read by the light of his fire. Until he was ready
for bed, he’d fill his mind with the exciting and often salacious tales
of vampire hunters in the capital.
I wouldn’t mind running into the countess in this book,
he thought with a chuckle. The vampiress in the book, if the
author was to be believed, would tie her human lovers up in enchanted
chains, ravishing them before the sun rose.
…
“What’s he doing?” Delrya whispered.
“He’s reading,” Serina replied.
The pair of them were no more than a few dozen yards from Gaetan’s
camp, but they seamlessly blended with the woods to the point where
even a skilled outdoorsman like the human wouldn’t be able to detect
them.
“So what do you think?” Delrya asked eagerly, “Does he look dangerous? Can we go talk to him?”
“Yeah,” Serina said, chuckling as the human man glanced around suspiciously, then slowly turned the page of the book.
…
How can they even sell this kind of stuff?
Gaetan chuckled in embarrassment. The book had gotten steamier
still, with the vampire countess having trapped the heroic vampire
hunter, pinning him to the floor and demanding he kiss her foot. He
glanced at the cover, making a note of the author for the next time he
was in town.
“Hi!” the girl’s voice called excitedly.
Gaetan nearly jumped out of his skin, fumbling with the book and
dropping it into the dirt as he reached for his knife. The girl from
before was standing on the other side of his fire, looking down at it
quizzically. Another girl appeared at her side, walking around the
flames which danced on her skin in an eerie way that only accentuated
her soft features and womanly form. Like the first green skinned girl
she was barely dressed at all, with rumpled moss colored clothing giving
her only the smallest amount of modesty over her chest and womanhood.
“What’s your name handsome?” the second girl asked.
“G-Gaetan,” he stammered, “Who are you two? Have you been following me all day?”
“I have,” the first girl squealed, “I’m Delrya, this is my sister Serina!”
“How do you do,” Serina smirked. She reached down to pick up his
book, raising an eyebrow at the scantily clad countess on the cover,
then to Gaetan’s horror she opened it to the page he’d been on. “Oh my,”
she chuckled, shooting him an amused look.
“The book was… a gift,” he lied. He cleared his throat, “I mean no
offense, but what manner of folk are you? I’ve been to these woods many
times, and I wasn’t aware of any settlements?”
“We’re dryads!” Delrya said, skipping around the fire to his side, “Mistresses of the wood, guardians of oak and ash!”
“Dryads?” Gaetan frowned,
I thought they were only a myth?
Real enough, it seemed. “Well uh, I mean no harm to the forest, I
just come here sometimes to collect herbs, mushrooms, and the like.” He
smiled nervously, “Would you two like anything to eat? I haven’t got
much, but you’re welcome to it.”
“Hmm… he says he doesn’t mean any harm,” Delrya said, pointing at the fire, “but look at this, he set it!”
“It’s just a campfire Delrya,” Serina said dismissively, “I’m sure he was going to put it out when he was done, weren’t you?”
“Of course,” he nodded, “always!”
“I can tell this is a man who loves the forest,” Serina continued,
running a hand through his hair in a way that made Gaetan shiver.
“I-I do,” he stammered.
“Do you have a wife?” Delrya asked excitedly.
Gaetan opened his mouth in shock, unsure of what to say, “I-I… Well, no, I don’t!”
Serina rolled her eyes and huffed angrily, “Damnit Delrya,
cool off!
”
“But I just-“
“Let me talk to him!” she hissed, turning back to the human with a slightly
too
pleasant smile on her face.
“Listen, Gaetan,” she said, running her fingers up his arm,
“You’re just what dryads like us have been looking for,” she explained,
“we’ve no menfolk of our own, and the lands of the settled peoples are
so far from here… why not keep us company for a night?”
“Keep you company?” he repeated. He chewed his lip, thinking.
While dryads were said to be kind to those who respected the woods,
their vast powers and command over nature were also used in anger in
many stories.
Offending these two could mean trouble,
he thought hesitantly. “What kind of
company
could a mere man such as me provide?”
“The kind that this Countess Crimson woman is getting from this
Harken Trueblade,” Serina said, pointing to the book with an eager grin.
“Oh,” Gaetan nodded, his face red.
The idea wasn’t unappealing, for all of their otherworldly
appearance, the two were attractive young women, and it had been a long
time since any of the maidens back in town had been interested in the
strange young man who spent so much time in the forest. He felt his
manhood stirring in his pants, and forced a grin.
“Very well, I’m yours!”
In the blink of an eye vines erupted from a tree behind him,
wrapping around his wrists and forcing his arms high above his head.
From below thick roots, strong as iron, burst from the ground, wrapping
around his ankles and slowly forcing his legs apart next. More of the
plantlike appendages reached for him, branches and vines hooking around
his clothing. There was a loud tearing sound as his tunic was torn to
ribbons, the remnants falling to the forest floor as he looked down at
his own naked form, shocked.
“Delrya!” Serina scowled, looking back at her sister, “what was that!?”
“I just really wanted to see him!” she growled in a low voice. She
stepped forward, placing a hand on the human’s panting chest, enjoying
the feel of his body beneath her fingertips as she slowly traced it down
his body.
“Well, I can’t argue with that,” Serina smirked, leaning against
the bound human. She caused him to tense as her hand squeezed his
bottom, and before he could speak her other hand was curling around his
head, drawing him into a long and forceful kiss, her tongue shoving its
way into his mouth and exploring it in detail.
Below he could feel the other Dryad had discovered his manhood,
and Delrya fell to her knees before the throbbing member, gazing at it
in astonishment.
“Wow, this one’s a
lot
bigger than the other ones I’ve seen.”
Serina laughed, breaking the kiss and looking down at her, “How many could you have possibly seen?”
“Enough,” Delrya said defensively. She licked her lips, “I’m going to try something…”
Gaetan gasped as her lips slid over his head, then slowly down his
shaft. The vines and roots holding him in place tightened as he spasmed
in pleasure, keeping him in place as a prisoner while the dryad toyed
with him.
The other dryad pushed into him again, locking him in another kiss
and gripping his hair tightly. She had a warm smell like cedarwood, and
he inhaled deeply as her ample breasts pressed against his body. The
attention from Delrya was growing more intense by the second, and he
groaned into Serina’s mouth as she forced their kiss to continue as he
shuddered in ecstasy. Delrya sucked eagerly, drawing every last drop of
his seed out as he went limp, and by the time he was done, panting in
shock and exhaustion, the animated tree limbs were the only thing
holding him upright.
Delrya separated from him, tasting his cum in her mouth for a moment, then with a smirk, she tilted her head back and swallowed.
“It tastes good,” she beamed, “are humans supposed to taste good?”
“I’ve personally only ever had elven men,” Serina replied, a gleam
in her eye as stroked a finger over Gaetan’s cheek, “but yes, it’s
enjoyable…”
“W-Wow,” Gaetan panted, looking up at them, “That was…” he
blinked, shaking his head and fighting a laugh, “no woman back home has
ever done
that
with me!”
“You’re not done yet,” Delrya laughed. With a wave of her hand the
vines released him, and he stumbled forward before the younger of the
Dryad sisters caught him, struggling slightly as she helped him down to
the ground.
“Let me help,” Serina said, holding out her hands.
Before his eyes a bed of moss and soft flowers burst out of the
forest floor, cushioning his back as well as any fine mattress he’d ever
lay on. The sweet smell of daisies filled his nostrils as the two
dryads lay on the “bed” next to him, each one of them grinning at him
seductively as they snuggled up on either side.
“So, human,” Delrya said softly, “what do you think of our forest?”
“It’s wonderful,” Gaetan said with a smile, “I could spend all of my time here!”
Delrya and Serina shot each other excited glances, but Gaetan didn’t notice.
“Too few humans appreciate it,” Serina said softly. “We used to
have more elves visit us, but it seems like they’ve found other
interests these days… I visited the elven realms myself a few times,
there are still at least a few druids here and there interested in the
comings and goings of the woods.”
“The elven realms,” Gaetan chuckled, “I can’t say I’ve ever been
that far, the mountains and the forests interest me more than
crystalline spires.”
“I’m so glad I ran into you,” Delrya said, getting up on her hands
and knees with a grin, “a human man who loves the forest… and you’re so
virile too! Ready to go again!” she pointed between his legs, where his
manhood had risen to attention without him even noticing.
Serina got up and shoved the other dryad with a scowl, “Out of the way, I’m going first!”
“But I-“
“You already got to play with his cock,” Serina said matter-of-factly, “and you put it in your mouth,
I’m
putting it somewhere else!”
The dryad climbed onto him, positioning herself for a moment
before thrusting down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion that
made him grunt from the force. The dryad started rocking her hips
against his slowly, then with more force as she found her rhythm. Gaetan
groaned in ecstasy as Delrya moved around to his head, simply sitting
over him and cradling it in her hands while her sister ravished him.
“Don’t get too worn out, okay?” the younger dryad said excitedly, “I’m going to want to try this a few times too!”
“A few times?” Gaetan grunted.
“This guy’s going to be fine,” Serina growled, “I’ve heard humans
put rabbits to shame!” Gaetan gasped as the second orgasm of the night
was forced out of him, causing the dryad to shiver with pleasure as she
felt it. “Whew,” she laughed, looking up at the stars, “now, what’s
next?”
Gaetan had a few ideas, and the girls had plenty of their own.
…
Amarsi frowned as her mount, a full-grown stag, clopped its way
into the clearing of their home, “Delrya? Serina?” the eldest of the
sisters called. This was strange, they had been away when she’d returned
the night before, and they hadn’t yet returned. She leapt gracefully
from the back of the stag, waving it dismissively and letting the animal
gallop gracefully back into the forest. She closed her eyes, letting
herself become one with the forest in a way that her sisters hadn’t yet
mastered, searching for them.
Her consciousness soared through the leaves, seeing with the
thousand eyes of the trees as she found the younger two dryads. The
trees rippled as one with her surprise as she saw them laying on a bed
of moss with a
human.
Delrya started awake, looking around, “Uh oh…”
Gaetan groaned as he sat up, “Ugh… I think that’s the first time
I’ve slept through sunrise in years.” The smile faded from his face as
he saw Delrya’s expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Amarsi’s coming!” Serina said, sitting up in a panic.
“Who’s Amarsi?” Gaetan asked, glancing upwards. The trees had
begun shaking against the wind, the birds took off in unison, as if a
hawk had disturbed them, and he noticed that the roots of the trees were
roiling in the soil below the trunks, as if limbering up.
“She’s our older sister,” Delrya explained.
“We’re supposed to go back to our home and wait for her if we come
across anyone from outside the forest,” Serina said sheepishly.
“YES,” A voice boomed on the wind, “YOU ARE!”
There was a sound like splintering timber, and suddenly she was
there, a green woman near tall as Gaetan was, with a furious look on her
face and a long wooden spear in her hand, flowers blossoming along it
and making the point look no less deadly. She spun the weapon over her
head, bringing the tip down just under his chin as he gulped nervously.
Around her the trees seemed to bend into an arch, almost like a
cathedral of wood forming around her person and giving her the distinct
look of a woodland goddess.
“If you’ve hurt my sisters human, know that every bird shall be my eyes, every tree branch my hands, and every thorn my sword!”
“Woah, slow down!” Serina said quickly, holding her hands up, “he didn’t hurt us!”
“The opposite actually,” Delrya giggled, sidling up to Gaetan.
Amarsi frowned, but pulled the spear back, sticking it in the
ground. Before his eyes it became a mere sapling, branches growing from
it and flowering. The trees around her straightened again, and she
crossed her arms, relaxing slightly as her sisters and Gaetan stood up.
“A human?” she snapped, “Strange to see one of you so far from the cities and farms…”
“This one’s different!” Delrya exclaimed, “Just give us a chance to explain!”
“It’s true!” Serina insisted, “he’s of the forest, you can practically smell it on him!”
Amarsi stepped closer to Gaetan, her hostile frown turning to
curiosity, “So, it seems that a love of nature has not vanished from the
hearts of man after all?” Amarsi mused, allowing herself a small smile.
“Sisters, we need to discuss this, return with me to the grove.”
“Right,” Gaetan said sheepishly, “Well, it was nice meeting all of
you-“ The three dryads had already vanished by the time he’d said the
words, leaving him naked and alone in the clearing. He blinked and shook
his head, “Strange folk, those dryads…” He looked at his shredded
clothing and sighed,
at least they left my cloak alone…
…
Amarsi sipped a cup of herbal tea as her sisters joined her in the
hollow interior of the great tree where they lived. Their home itself
was hewn out of living wood, a testament to their magical craft, and a
raised stump in the center of their kitchen served as the table as her
sisters sat across from her.
“So were relations with the human enjoyable?” Amarsi teased, a smirk on her face as she lowered her cup.
“Oh yeah,” Delrya said, missing the mockery, “you really should
try a human guy, I’m not even sure when we all fell asleep, but-“
“He’s a good lay,” Serina said, cutting her sister off, “but I think he could be
more.
”
Amarsi raised an eyebrow, “you wish to keep him?”
“We need a husband,” Serina insisted.
“Wasn’t that why we sent you to roam the Elven Realms last winter?” Amarsi asked coolly.
“I didn’t find any that were going to work,” Serina said
defensively, “this human loves the forest, he just needs a little push
to stay here!”
“I suppose we wouldn’t be the first dryads to take a human,”
Amarsi mused, “and he is attractive…” She chewed her lip, thinking it
over. “Humans are expanding in the world, it could do us good to have
one to intercede with them on our behalf, should we come into conflict.”
“Yeah, see? It all just makes sense!” Serina said eagerly.
“Well what are we waiting for!” Delrya exclaimed, “Let’s go get him!”
…
Gaetan’s cloak billowed around him as he carried his pack towards the forest’s edge.
I’ll have to stop a farmer and barter for a new tunic,
he thought, looking down at his nakedness. He smirked,
nobody is going to believe what happened…
The trees shook around him again, the familiar
rippling-against-the-wind motion that he now knew signaled the dryad’s
approach. A second later the three dryad sisters appeared before him,
walking out of the tree undergrowth with smiles on their faces.
“Ah, my ladies,” he said with a nod, “what can I do for you?”
“We’ve come to a decision,” Amarsi said with a smile.
Serina stepped forward, “Okay, so you know how you were saying you’d like to spend more time here?”
“You’re marrying us!” Delrya squealed, leaping forward and almost knocking him over with a hug.
“Hold on,” he grunted, gently pushing the dryad back, “I had a
wonderful time last night, but typically marriage is the kind of thing
that
both
parties agree-“ he frowned, “wait, did you say marrying
us?
”
“Dryads often share a husband,” Amarsi chuckled, “Now Gaetan, I
know this is probably something of a surprise, but if you would just
accompany us back to our grove we can discuss your new responsibilities
and-“
“I knew this was too good to be true!” Gaetan shouted. He dropped
his pack, sprinting with all of his might at them. The three dryads
tensed, but he leapt over them gracefully, landing on his feet and
smirking back at them as he slipped into the underbrush.
“You two came on too strong,” Serina grumbled, “Amarsi, you had to
say responsibilities, didn’t you? Humans hate those!” She turned to
Delrya, “and you, you threw out the ‘husband’ word! Males of all races
run away when you say that!”
“He’s rather graceful,” Amarsi muttered, watching the vanishing
human vault over a large fallen log. She concentrated, willing vines to
appear to grab him, but he nimbly dodged them all, giving them a rather
rude gesture with his hands as he continued to put distance between
himself and the dryads.
“Let me take care of this,” Serina said with a grin. She raised
her hands, slowly channeling her magic and chanting a spell under her
breath.
“That’s not nature magic,” Delrya said uncertainly.
Gaetan chuckled to himself, proud of his skill as he escaped the
guardians of nature themselves, but as he sprinted he suddenly found his
cloak slipping off him. He gripped in surprise, his eyes going wide as
the trees around him seemed to explode outward, the ground rushing up.
He grunted as he tumbled along the spongy ground, the *whoosh* of his
cloak behind him ringing in his ears as he groaned and tried to stand
upright. The forest had gone from a maze to a towering set of impossibly
large wooden towers, the moss from a cushion beneath his feet to
massive green mounds all around him.
They shrank me!?
he thought wildly. Most humans who lived close to the elven border
had some idea that this might happen to them, and he wracked his brain
for some idea of what to do.
Stay in place and let them take you,
was the usual advice.
Elves almost always end up releasing prisoners… but these aren’t elves.
He glanced around at the undergrowth, a smile forming on his face.
Maybe I can turn this to my advantage? Small things are hard to spot…
The three forest sprites bounded into the clearing, and while they
were graceful his tiny size meant that each of their footsteps sent
shockwaves through the ground beneath his feet. A massive green pillar
stomped into the ground next to him as he took cover under a large
mushroom, one of the girl’s legs, and he carefully peered out from under
the cap.
The ground shook again as the massive form of Delrya fell to her
knees, her face lowering down to him with a grin that stretched across
the sky.
“Found you!” Before he could flee a root burst forth from the
ground, wrapping around him like a snake and lifting him up to the
Dryad’s face. She giggled as it slowly rotated, giving her a good look
at the tiny human. “You are so cute like this,” she marveled.
Gaetan struggled as the root dropped him down into the giant
girl’s waiting palm, and he landed on the soft surface with a scowl a
moment later.
“Interesting,” Amarsi said with a smile, “You say this was an elven spell? Do they often use it on humans?”
“Oh yeah,” Serina chuckled, “I’ll show you some of the fun you can have with a tiny guy later.”
“Come,” Amarsi said, “let us return to the grove, we can discuss
things with our prospective husband… and keep him small, for now.”
“No problem,” Serina said, winking at the tiny human as they walked through the woods.
…
Gaetan grunted as the pair of giant green toes pinched him from
either side, lifting him off the mossy ground playfully. Serina had been
left as his jailer, and she was relaxing beside a large spring in the
forest grove while the other two dryad sisters attended to the duties of
the forest. The Dryad’s feet were surprisingly soft, with that same
crisp cedar scent emanating off of them. With a chuckle she gently used
her toes to flick him to the ground, and a moment later the weight of
her foot came down on his back, pinning him to the ground.
“I kind of like the feeling of a human under my feet,” she chuckled, “maybe the elves are onto something?”
“I’ll escape you!” he shouted defiantly.
“Hmm… Do you even want to?” Serina asked. She slowly shifted her
foot over him, making a back and forth motion of her soft sole over his
body. It didn’t take long before he felt himself growing hard against
her, and from the smug grin the dryad could feel it too. “You certainly
seemed to like it when we took charge of you back at the camp,” she
taunted, scrunching her foot over him and relishing the way he shivered
in pleasure. “You certainly had some
interesting
literature on you as well,” she continued, “If I didn’t know better I would say you were the sort of man who
wants
to be taken.”
“T-That doesn’t mean I want to be forced into some kind of marriage by three forest imps!” he shot back.
“Imagine what your life could be like though?” Serina taunted,
grinning and leaning up slightly. The pressure from her foot increased
on him slightly, and she scrunched the bottom of her foot against him in
a way that made him gasp and press feebly against the massive toes on
either side of him. “You’d have all the time you want to spend in the
forest,” she continued, “and you’d have three lovely wives to satisfy
your needs… and to be satisfied of course.” She chuckled, “I’d like to
have a foot massage after a long day of readying the flowers for spring,
in fact having a human man debase himself in such a manner is
very
appealing.” She ground her foot slowly over him one final time,
eliciting a muted grunt as he came across the soft green skin of her
sole.
Her foot lifted off of him, and she glanced at the small droplet
of cum he’d managed to spray across her foot, wiping it away with a
single finger. Gaetan lay panting in the grass, his mind racing. The
thing of it was that her proposal wasn’t entirely unpleasant to think
about, and he let his mind drift a moment, imagining life with a small
harem of aggressive dryads.
“You’re thinking about it!” Serina giggled smugly.
“I’d be a fool not to,” he admitted, sitting up and forcing
himself to frown at her. “I’ve still many things tying me to the world
of men though, my parents, my customers-“
“Something could be arranged,” Serina said dismissively, “I’ve
seen enough of civilization honestly, but Delrya would probably love to
visit a human city with you.”
“I won’t be a dog that you take out for walks!” he shouted.
Serina shrugged, “Right now you’re more like a mouse.” She reached
out with her foot, gently poking him in the chest with a toe the size
of his torso, “I could do this to you more too, if you wanted?”
Gaetan blinked, taken aback, “W-What?”
“I’m guessing that a man who buys books about vampires tying up
vampire hunters probably buys books about elves, humans, and shrinking
spells?” Serina said, a slow grin coming over her face as he blushed.
“I’m not an elf,” she said, reaching down for him, “But I think I can do
the things you’re wanting.”
Her fingers wrapped around his body, warm and soft, slowly lifting
him off the ground again. The dryad stopped him over her chest, letting
him look down at her breasts with a smirk. Dryads wore little clothing,
but the mossy cloth stretched across her chest gave her an ample
cleavage to rival anything the finest dress or corset could manage.
“Just think,” she said dreamily, placing him gently on the surface of the massive green pillows, “you could spend
all
of your time in here if you wanted…” Her hand came to his back,
gently pushing him between her breasts. The warmth of her skin enveloped
him slowly as her fingers pressed on his shoulders, dunking him beneath
the surface as though he was a man at sea.
Gaetan didn’t resist, instead simply allowing the softness to
surround him. He could hear the distant murmur of her heartbeat as the
soft cedar smell of the dryad clung to his skin, making him lightheaded.
It was warm too, warmer than he was accustomed to in the early spring,
and he found himself shivering slightly when her fingers reached in to
pinch his arm a moment later, drawing him out slowly.
“Well?” she asked, dangling him in front of her face, “can you have
that
back in your cities?”
“Serina,” Amarsi called, startling her sister. “I’ve returned!”
Gaetan saw his chance, and with a grunt of exertion he heaved his
lower body up, pressing his feet against the pinched fingers and pushing
with all of his might. Serina’s eyes went wide as she saw his arm slip
through her fingers, sending the tiny human tumbling to the ground.
Small things don’t get hurt by falling,
he’d thought in a blind hope. When he hit the ground it
did
hurt, but he almost laughed in triumph when he leapt to his feet,
mostly unharmed. The plodding feet of the dryad behind him snapped him
into action, and he bolted for the woods, hoping the undergrowth would
hide him.
“Damnit!” Serina swore, losing track of the tiny man as her sister approached.
“Did you lose him?” Amarsi sighed. “Wasn’t making him small supposed to make him
easier
to hold?”
“You startled me!” Serina replied defensively.
Amarsi rolled her eyes, “I will recover him, now go to the
foothills and inspect the pines, make sure they are ready for a warm
spring.”
Serina gave her sister a pouty scowl, but nodded, heading towards the edge of the clearing.
Amarsi sighed, mentally calling for aid from her servants. There
was a loud buzzing sound, and a moment later half a dozen fairies
flittered down out of the trees, summoned by the telepathic call of the
guardian of the forest.
“What can we fairies of the forest do for you, Amarsi?” their leader, a purple haired fairy named Sami, asked with a bow.
“I’m searching for a human, he’s been reduced in size by a spell,” Amarsi said, “he went that way, return him to me!”
The fairies glanced at one another, their serious demeanor vanishing, “Ooh a tiny human?” one teased.
“Looks like the dryads are finally going to bag themselves a man,” another called.
“About time!” they laughed.
Amarsi frowned, “Bring him back
unharmed
.”
The fairies giggled together as they took off in a v-shaped
formation, flittering low over the forest floor as they searched for the
missing human.
Gaetan froze as he heard the buzzing of the wings, and he peered
up from the patch of tall grass he’d concealed himself in. One of the
fairies hovered just over him, and their eyes met as she glanced down.
“Over here!” she called, grinning and waving to the others.
A chorus of giggles and taunts rang out behind Gaetan as he leapt
from his hiding place, sprinting across the muddy ground as the buzzing
of wings grew louder. He skidded to a stop as a pair of fairies landed
in front of him, turning to run as others slowly came down, surrounding
him on all sides. Worse yet, the size he’d been shrunken to was less
than the fairies own height, letting each of the tiny women tower over
him by at least a head.
“So you’re the boy the dryads want?” one asked, a flirtatious smirk on her face.
“He’s cute,” another one called as the circle stepped closer to him.
Damn, I’m surrounded,
he thought miserably.
“Do you think they’ll loan him out to us sometime?” one fairy asked, “I mean, this guy’s kinda cute when he’s our size.”
“I could stand to see him a little smaller,” another fairy said with a wink, her wings buzzing excitedly.
“Okay, enough toying with him,” Sami called, clapping her hands, “let’s bring him back home!
Goten felt the fairies grip his arms, and a moment later he was
being lifted through the air, a fairy on either side of him as they
returned him to Amarsi. The dryad was patiently waiting in the center of
the grove, and as they approached, she held her hand out with a smile.
“Thank you Sami,” Amarsi said as the fairies dropped him into the dryad’s palm.
I can’t get away from her,
Gaetan realized,
with the fairies and the rest of the forest at her beck and call, there’s no way to escape…
“Have fun,” the fairy winked, leading the others to fly back
towards their tree. From the amorous giggles and looks shot back at
them, it was clear what they expected the elder dryad to do with the
tiny human.
If Amarsi noticed, or cared, she didn’t show it, instead her
fingers curled around Gaetan, loosely, as if worried about hurting him,
and she gave him a curious look, as though he were an interesting
insect.
“What?” he asked finally.
“I’ve never spent much time with humans at any size,” Amarsi replied, “I’m simply taking you in.”
“Your sisters did plenty of that already,” Gaetan muttered.
Amarsi surprised him with a snort, and then a laugh, steadying
herself to keep from dropping him, “Indeed,” she sighed when she was
done, “Those two are rather insatiable, and it’s so rare to have a man
in these parts.” She collected herself, “So, you still have reservations
about marrying us?”
Gaetan growled, “Of course I do! Any sane man would!”
“That’s fair,” Amarsi muttered, stroking her chin, “What could I
offer you? Power? Within our own realm I can grant it, somewhat, if I
command it the forest will bow to you as its king. Wealth is harder I
suppose, but there are many things in the forest of value, as a forager
like you knows well.”
“I don’t want anything like that,” Gaetan scowled, “I suppose… I’d
like my freedom, it’s what attracted me to the forest in the first
place!” He looked up at her, trying to decide how to phrase the next
part, “and… I’d not be a pawn of some immortal demi-goddess, beautiful
though you are.”
Amarsi raised an eyebrow, “Immortal? How old do you think we are?”
“Ageless, I suppose,” Gaetan said curiously, “haven’t you been guarding this forest since the dawn of time, or thereabouts?”
The dryad just laughed, “I’m only twenty-four, I’ve been here for five years and my sisters for the last three!”
Gaetan started, “Wait,
what?
”
“We’re still learning much of our assigned realm,” she explained,
“if we were immortal, we wouldn’t be quite so concerned about er…
reproduction,
now would we?”
“I suppose not,” Gaetan admitted.
I’m not sure if it makes it better or worse knowing I wasn’t captured by ageless immortals, but women my own gods-damned age…
“Allow me to offer you another argument,” Amarsi continued, “you
love these woods, yes?” she gestured around. “We do as well, and not
just because we are bound to them, but because of their beauty, their
wildness… I’ve spoken with Serina, and she misses the larger picture,
but it sounds as though the world outside is changing. I don’t
understand the civilized world, and maybe I never will, but having
someone at our side who
does
might be the thing that saves all of this someday.”
Gaetan was quiet for a moment, thinking on her words. It had
troubled him how quickly the cities seemed to grow, how fields gave way
to pavement and houses, but the world was so large… could mankind really
fill it all up? Part of him already suspected the answer.
“I…” he sighed, “I could
try
staying here, for a time… and see if we grow fond of each other.”
Amarsi gave him a small smile, “I’d thought you were already
fond
of us?”
“Lust and love aren’t the same thing!” he protested.
Amarsi shrugged, “No, but I’ve heard one can speed the other
along.” She lowered him down to the ground, setting him on the mossy
soil and letting him look up at her. She slowly removed the dark green
fabric that just barely covered her body, tossing it away carelessly and
letting him look up at the majesty of her naked form. “If you have the
energy yet, I’d like to sample some of what my sisters already have,”
Amarsi said, her voice growing low.
Gaetan gulped, nodding, “I-I think I’ve the strength, can you restore me?”
She sighed with a small smile, “regrettably not, Serina is the
only one of us that knows magics other than those native to the forest,
but I think we can enjoy ourselves nonetheless.” At a wave of her hand
vines crept down the trees, curling around his arms and legs, binding
them together as the massive dryad stepped closer to him. “There is a
certain perverse thrill to this,” Amarsi mused, “truly humbling a human
before the might of nature…” She placed her foot before him, “kiss it,
show me that you wish to belong to this forest, to belong to me!”
The vines tilted his body forward, forcing his face into the top
of her foot, and a moment later the massive dryad shuddered with
excitement as he pursed his lips and pressed them into the green
cedar-scented skin. She let him continue for a few moments, grinning
down at him as he worshipped her, then finally, with a flick of her
wrist, he felt the vines rocket him upwards, bringing him level with her
womanhood. The outside was green, like the rest of her, but as she
began to toy with herself, he could see that the already wet interior
was as vibrantly pink as any human woman.
“You’re just the right size to fit,” Amarsi grinned.
Gaetan paled, “A-Are you sure-“
“Yes,” the dryad growled.
The vines brought him to her entrance, the wet musky smell of her
arousal radiating down at him as the appendages slowly positioned him.
The smell of cedar that the dryads all seemed to radiate was gone now,
replaced by the earthier and familiar scent of a woman. The coiled vines
began to force him inside of her, slowly withdrawing as felt his head
swallowed up by the softness inside of her, then his shoulders, his
legs.
Amarsi groaned wildly, shivering as the vines withdrew entirely,
replaced by her hand gripping his lower body. She gently forced his tiny
body the rest of the way inside of herself, enjoying the way the tiny
human’s movements sent shockwaves throughout her body. For a moment she
stumbled, her vision going blurry as the sensations threatened to
overwhelm her. Dimly she willed something to catch her, and a tree limb
bent low to cradle her back just as she was sure she’d have fallen to
the dirt.
“T-This is…” she breathed in, reaching down to toy with her womanhood while Gaetan slipped further in, “t-this is wonderful!”
Gaetan could barely hear her, instead his world was shaking as the
tight tunnel that held him prisoner prepared for orgasm. The soft
fleshy walls quivered, squeezing him tighter in a full body hug. The
dryad cried out in excitement as Gaetan gritted his teeth against the
rising pressure. Her juices soaked his hair and stung his eyes as her
climax hit, and he felt one final shiver race along his length before
she sighed, causing the pressure on him to release. A moment later he
felt her fingers grip his leg, slowly drawing him out of the tight
tunnel with a wet
*schlick*.
Amarsi was cradled in a hammock of a dozen vines stretching down
from an overhead tree, a dreamy look on her face as she dangled the tiny
human in front of her. She giggled at the way her juices glistened on
his skin, and a moment later she slowly lowered him down to her chest,
letting him lay between her towering breasts to catch his breath.
“I do hope you come around to staying with us,” Amarsi said,
bringing her finger down to stroke the top of his head absently. “Aside
from the
carnal
aspects, I suspect that there is much we can teach you about the
natural world, and much you could do with that knowledge to our benefit…
and your own, of course.”
“Of course,” Gaetan replied, his mind racing.
…
Gaetan rested beside a babbling brook, enjoying the peaceful
morning air. Serina had finally gotten around to restoring his size, and
he’d taken the opportunity to wander beyond the grove a ways. His
clothing had been replaced by the dryads, and in the green forest-woven
tunic they’d given him he blended into the wilderness more easily than
any manmade fabric ever could, as if in testament to this a deer bounded
by him, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
He felt his belly rumble with hunger, and he glanced up at a pear
tree. With a frown he held his hand up to it, willing the branch to bend
and bring the fruit down to him. It shook slightly, but then went stiff
again, and he sighed, standing up and readying himself for the climb.
“Let me help you,” Delrya’s voice called. The dryad appeared,
stepping from behind a tree. She raised her hand, and a moment later the
trunk of the tree creaked and bent, lowering the pear down and allowing
him to pluck it from the branch.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a bite of the rich fruit.
“You’re out awfully far,” Delrya said, walking around him in a slow circle, her hands behind her back. “You weren’t thinking of
leaving
were you?”
“No,” he smirked, wiping the pear juices from his face, “but if I was, I believe I was to have free reign to do so?”
Delrya huffed, “I suppose we agreed to that… but you
want
to stay now, right?”
Gaetan paused, considering his answer. The forest increasingly
felt less like a place he went away to and more like a place he could
come
back
to, a home…
“Yes,” he nodded, looking off towards the forest’s edge. “I will
want to go back to my home village soon though, at least to put affairs
in order…” He turned to Delrya, “Do you want to come with me?”
Delrya started, “I-I’d have to ask Amarsi for permission, but
yeah, I’d love to see it!” She cleared her throat, “a-and remind you to
come back, you know?”
Gaetan just chuckled, taking another bite of the pear, savoring the sweet taste.