Chapter Twenty-Nine

 

 

The next morning, I woke to the sound of voices; the men were talking animatedly. I was about to sit up and join the conversation when I realized that they were speaking of Trenton.

“We told Riley that we'd bring Prince Trenton to her if we saw him,” Caleb said. “And we saw him. We need to honor our deal.”

“But I'm not ready to give her up,” Rath whined. “She has the finest asshole I've ever fucked.”

“And her pussy tastes like bananas,” Ruin added.

“It does not,” Ethan huffed.

“It tastes like berries,” Jack argued.

“Cherries,” Ruin compromised. “Cherry pie.”

“Whatever,” Caleb huffed. “I'm going to tell Prince Trenton that we have her.”

“No, you're not, Brother,” Ethan hissed. “Every decision has to be unanimous, remember? We're keeping Riley.”

“I don't agree with this,” Caleb snarled. “So, it isn't unanimous.”

“Then we'll revisit voting later,” Jack said. “For now, let's go wake up our mate and fuck her senseless. I want pie for breakfast.”

It was all I could do to play along and fuck the Cu-sidhe as I had been doing. I kept wondering how close Trenton was, and how I could find him on my own. I dutifully fucked and sucked the brothers, and even enjoyed it, but after they had all come and passed out to recuperate, I slipped into my clothes, and then out of the cave.

I squinted into the bright sunlight and took a moment to get my bearings before I started navigating the forest again. I tried to walk as quietly and carefully as possible, but I didn't know where I was or where I needed to go. For all I knew, Trenton could be circling me, or I could be circling him. I was hot, tired, and frustrated when I stepped into the trap.

I went flying into the air; encased in a strong net. I cried out as the world went topsy-turvy and begun to spin. Then a hand stopped my movement and turned me about until I was face-to-face with a man who looked like he was part tree. His skin was a deep walnut brown, and his eyes were vibrant green—they matched the leaves hanging from vines growing among his long, brown hair. He prodded me with a long finger and smiled.

“Human,” he said. “What a rare treat.”

“What do you want?” I hissed.

“Me? I didn't lay this trap,” he said innocently. “I just saw you step into it. This is a Redcap trap.”

“Redcap?” I asked in horror. If a redcap found me, I might end up back in Unseelie.

“Yeah, they like to hunt this way,” he said casually.

“They eat people?” I asked with even more horror.

“No.” He laughed. “Most fairies know better than to walk through the woods without looking. This is an animal trap.”

“Oh,” I said with relief.

“But if they find you in it, they'll take you for a slave,” he continued. “And Redcaps are vicious with their slaves.”

“Can you help me out of here?” I asked hopefully.

“Sure,” he said. “But what do I get out of it? It's a lot of work to undo a Redcap trap.”

“What do you want?” I growled.

He looked me over suggestively.

“Ugh!” I huffed. “You fairies only want one thing.”

“Yep.”

I deflated.

“Just one fuck,” he said reasonably. “What's the big deal? It's just some pleasure. Fairies fuck strangers all the time. I see a nice nymph, and I'm like 'Hi, you wanna?” and she's like 'Sure!' and I'm like—”

“All right, fine!” I snarled. “Just get me down.”

“Okay.” He smiled widely and then disappeared.

After a few minutes, I felt myself being lowered, and then the netting was swept away. The tree fairy reached down to help me up.

“What kind of fairy are you?” I asked as I took his hand.

“I'm a dryad,” he said in surprise. “Haven't you met a dryad before?”

“No.”

“Then you definitely haven't fucked one.” He grinned.

“No.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the forest.

“What's your name?” I asked.

“What does it matter?” He shot back.

I shrugged; I supposed that it didn't.

A few feet away from the trap, the dryad laid his hand against the bark of a massive tree, and a portion of the trunk disappeared. As I gaped at the magical maneuver, the dryad led me down a curving staircase that went beyond the trunk and into the earth. We stepped into a cozy room at the bottom of the stairs. Light streamed down from air-shafts in the ceiling; right onto a sturdy bed. The walls were packed earth—smooth as cement—and the ceiling was a network of knotted roots with all manner of items hanging from them. The dryad dropped my hand and started removing his clothing. I sighed and began to do the same.

Then I spotted his erection; the dryad literally had a woody. His cock looked like a piece of polished wood, and I swallowed past some dryness in my throat as he strode over to me with it bobbing before him. The dryad smiled at my dismay and took my hand to place it around his cock. It was warm and felt like flesh despite its appearance. I sighed in relief.

“Well, don't just hold it,” he said. “Suck it like you want my stick in your cunt, you horny human.”

I got to my knees with a groan and took his wood-cock in my mouth. The dryad moaned and wrapped his long fingers around my head with a clicking sound. I started putting some serious effort into the blowjob; thinking that it would be best to get this over with quickly. But then I felt something prodding my pussy. I jerked back and looked down.

The dryad had thick, waxy vines wrapped around his body, but they had moved off his legs and arms to slither around me; stroking and squeezing me like thin, slick fingers. I cried out as a rounded end slipped into my pussy and started to pump, and then another one began to flick against my clit as a third slid into my ass. Then more vines joined the two inside me; twining together to twist and pump with delightful ridges.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “All right, dryad; you got some skills.”

I slipped my mouth back over him and began working him again, but he wasn't satisfied with that. The dryad picked me up with his vines and lifted me above him.

“What the hell?” I asked in fright.

“Just relax,” he said as he drew his slick tongue over my nipple.

He began to suck on it as his vines fucked me. He kneaded my breasts as he lowered me onto his bed. The waxy vines slipped from my pussy to spread me wide as the dryad settled himself between my thighs, and while he continued to suck loudly on my tits, he thrust his cock into me. I cried out, and more vines wrapped around my body until I was completely restrained. My legs were pulled apart as far as they'd go, my arms were stretched over my head, and my breasts were squeezed up into cones. The dryad was fucking me wildly by then, with his face poised over mine. His eyes were hot with desire, and his expression ecstatic.

He bent his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I'm going to fill you with my sticky cum, and it's going to pleasure you for hours after we're done. It will make your pussy lips cling together and rub over your clit, and when it washes away, you'll be back at my door, begging me to fill you again.”

“Just fuck me,” I growled.

“Oh, I am,” he murmured as he tongued my ear. “I'm drilling my wood deep into your hot, human hole. Do you feel my vines holding your sopping slash open and your rounded ass cheeks apart? That's so I can root deeper. You're dripping over me and making my vines wet with your juices. Do you like them rolling over your clit and surging into your ass? Tell me how much I pleasure you, human.”

“Yeah, it's great.” I rolled my eyes.

The dryad lifted himself angrily and used his vines to pull my legs up until my heels met my ears. He grabbed hold of my thighs and thrust himself in deeper; slamming against me wildly. I cried out as his pelvis pushed the vine working my clit tight against me.

“That's better,” he snarled. “I am a forest god, little human, and you will worship me.”

As he bucked violently into me; his vines slipped into my mouth and tangled with my tongue. There were slick ropes twining through my hair, prodding my ears, and even sliding between my toes. I was being touched everywhere at once, and it was rapturous.

I cried out and shivered through my orgasm, and the dryad smirked above me. But then he tensed and groaned; his eyes fluttering shut. He slid out of my pussy as the vines in my mouth pulled my lips open, and the dryad shoved his cock past my lips. My eyes went wide as the taste of maple syrup coated my tongue, and my libido was sent into overdrive. I was instantly aroused, but the dryad was spent; rolling onto his side as his vines withdrew from me.

“What did you do to me?” I moaned as I sucked at the thick coating of sugary cum inside my mouth.

“I gave you a taste of my sap.” He smirked.

“You said you were going to come in my pussy,” I wailed. “What did this sap do to me?”

“I am going to come in your pussy,” he promised me as he rolled me onto his chest. “But you weren't nearly eager enough for me to give you that gift yet. So, I sweetened your temperament. Now, you just have to arouse me, and we can try this again. I suggest that you start with my balls; I love having my nuts licked.”