Elves Aren't Green!

Elves Aren’t Green!
by Sarus



Kélian finally managed to shake off his father’s guards, there was no way he could enjoy hunting with a group of heavy swordsmen following him around. His father, the Duke of Guer, had much to learn when it came to hunting; those awkward guards would only scare the preys away, and mix up the tracks.

“This forest is dangerous”, the old man said “I won’t let you go in this cursed place unattended”.

“The duke is growing senile”, Kélian though, “it’s a known fact that this forest is magic, but if a creature dares attack me, it shall meet its end quickly”

He illustrated his thoughts with a quick slash of his sword. He kept on moving away from the guards’ desperate calls until could no longer hear them. The hunt could begin, at last.

Magic or not, Brocéliande was a luxuriant forest. Fall was coming to an end, and at that time, the forest was dressed in a shade of dark green and yellow. Even at this season, the forest was bursting with life, every tree seemed bigger, every leaf looked brighter than anywhere else. Kélian himself fitted perfectly in, he was in his early twenties, well fed and healthy, he moved swiftly among the trees, even though he was wearing a chainmail coat.

An hour later Kélian was feeling less vigorous, his bow and armour were weighting a ton each, moreover he didn’t catch anything yet. The day was still young, so he started looking for a place to rest for a while. He had spotted a giant oak a moment ago, surrounded by soft grass, that would provide cover and comfort. He quickly made his way back, easily finding his way through the forest. The tree was huge, the trunk was around six meters wide, and he could not even begin to circle it with his hands.

“That thing must be centuries old”, Kélian mumbled.

He was walking around the tree to find the most comfortable spot, when the ground under his feet suddenly collapsed, sending him hurtling down. He hit the ground harshly and lost consciousness.

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He woke up to find himself bruised but not seriously hurt in a small cavern under the tree’s roots, the walls and roof being made up of stone, except for a hole in the centre of the ceiling, through which he fell. A side of the cavern was entirely made of, or covered he didn’t know, by the oak’s roots. He must not have been unconscious for too long, because he could still see the sun through the opening. After exploring the little he had to explore, he sit in the corner lit by the sun.

“Well I’m in trouble” he said out loud, staring at the hole that seemed to be scoffing at him. “I guess I’ll be able to climb up to the ceiling using those roots, but once up there I don’t know how I’ll reach the opening.” he remained silent for a while.
“I guess I’ll give it a try, it’s not like if I had anything else to do..” he finally added, trying to sound cheerful.

He promptly began to climb up the roots, which wasn’t an easy task for they were tightly intertwined, and didn’t offer many grips. He laboriously reached the top and looked around him: there was a small root sticking out of the stone right between him and the opening, he could use it to attain the exit. Without a hesitation, he jumped to grab the small root. In the following seconds, three things happened: he grappled the small root with both hands, noticed his right foot was stuck in roots from the wall, and finally the small root he was holding onto gave way. As a result he found himself rolling on the floor, holding his aching and probably twisted ankle.

At that moment, a crystalline giggle echoed inside the cavern.

“Who’s there?! Show yourself!” shouted Kélian, while dawdling himself using his sword and valid leg to the lighted part of the cavern.

“Clumsy human”, said the giggling voice, which was now coming from what looked like a face poking out of the roots. The face quickly retreated to where it came from when Kélian sent his sword hurtling at it, notching the wood where the face was a moment ago.

A furious cry came from the wall of roots.

“Look at what you did!”, said the voice in an angry tone, coming from behind him this time.

He tried to turn over to face the voice, but without the help of his sword he only had one support, and fell on the ground. He managed to turn about to see a silhouette coming out of the roots, and quickly made her way to him. He held his breath as the creature entered the lit part of the cavern and stopped one step away from him.

She, there was no doubt about her gender, was staring at him with dark blue eyes. She was naked and towering above him from her five foot tall. Her hairs had all the shades of green, and were cascading over her shoulders, down to her feet. Her skin had a light green tone, and looked extremely smooth, without a hair except between her thighs. Her curves were generous, with shapely hips, ample breasts, and a tummy just fleshy enough to be sexy. But what Kélian could not take his eyes away was her face: entrancing even when she was angry, her traits were the most delicate the young man had ever seen, both voluptuous and innocent, pure and sensual. What could distinguish her from a human, apart from her skin and hair colour, were her slightly pointed ears, and the fact that she was missing a belly button.

“What’s wrong? Cats got your tongue?”, she said while taking half a step closer to him.

At that moment he noticed two things: firstly that he had remained silent for at least a whole minute, secondly that she had a cut on the side of her arm.

“Are you an elf?”, he asked.

She gazed at him with her mouth slightly open, then burst out laughing; her angry look melting away as snow under the sun.

“Elves aren’t green” she said with tears in her eyes, “I’m a dryad, my name is Liséa”

Kélian realised it would be rude to a lady, even a naked one, not to greet her properly. He put himself in a kneeling position, frowning when he moved his injured ankle, and took her hand to kiss it. She let him do with a sparkling look in her eyes.

“I’m Kélian de Guer, son of Audric. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” he said in a somewhat reverent tone.

As he kissed her hand, he couldn’t help but notice her fragrance. A mix of flower, and something else he could only define as… feminine.

She was now smiling warmly at him. And when she spoke, she had the cheerful tone of the giggle he heard earlier.

“Hurting my tree wasn’t the best way to introduce yourself, but I guess you already made up for that. So, what brings a proud knight around here?”

Unsure if she was making fun of him, he decided to sum up his misadventure, which wasn’t an easy task with the alluring creature in front of him. As he was talking, she started licking the cut on her arm, which quickly disappeared. She then waited for him to finish.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to climb back up there” she said, “and I can’t let you there on your own. I’ll help you. To begin with, you should remove your armour and pants.” She swiftly moved closer to him and tried to remove his coat.

“Wait, wait, wait!” he was nearly shouting, and moved away from her as fast as she could, “why would you want me to remove my clothes?”

“Well your ankle is in bad shape, I’ll heal it. But I’m kind of.. allergic to metal, clothes and everything you humans make. So you’ll have to remove some of your equipment.”, she came closer again, and motioned her hand to his pants.

“Wait, wait, wait!” he said for the second time, “I’ll remove them myself, didn’t you say you were allergic or something?”

“Do as you wish”, she sounded offended.

The truth was he didn’t think of her allergy to begin with, but he feared that her scent, and her body brushing against him would drive him crazy. He managed to remove what he needed to without hurting his ankle too much. She sat in front of him, and gently took hold of his foot. Kélian couldn’t help but look nervous, this was so indecent!

“Relax,” she said softly “I won’t bite”. She winked at him.

The dryad then lowered her head and started licking. The feeling was pleasant, a wet and warm sensation was spreading where her tongue met his skin, as she continued her tongue and saliva gave rise to a tingling impression, which soon turned into a sense of well being.

“There you go” she said with a smile.

Her words surprised him, as he was giving way to the sensations coming from his now healthy ankle. The tingling feeling subsided for a while even though she had stopped licking. She waved her hand in front of his face.

“Stop daydreaming, you should already be thinking about a way to get out of here” those words brought him back to his senses “Like I said, I don’t think you’ll be able to climb back up on your own. If you’re lucky, someone might come close enough to ear you, but I wouldn’t count on that, it’s quite rare to see someone venture this deep inside the forest. I could also bring you back up to the surface the way I arrived but...”

She was grinning teasingly at him, he knew there was a trick.

“But?” he finally asked, while getting back up on his feet, trying out his ankle.

“The magic that allows me to walk through trees only work on me, if you want me to bring you back up, you’ll have to be inside of me first… Entirely inside” she still had her teasing look.

“And how would you do that?” he questioned her

“My magic as many uses. One would allow me to swallow you whole and carry you in there” she patted her stomach.

“And I guess you’ll let me out once we’re above the ground”

“Well…” she started moving towards him “I’m not sure about that, once in there” she had both hands over her stomach “I might not let you out” her tone was half playful half serious.

“Stop joking, you’ll digest me if you do that” again he didn’t know if she was making fun of him, or not.

She kept motioning to him until her body was lightly touching his. Her scent was all around him, more entrancing than ever, he could feel the heat of her body through his clothes.

Unintentionally he closed his eyes.

“Would that be such an unpleasant thing?” she murmured to his ears.

She then stood on her tiptoe to kiss him on the nose, and immediately darted away to the wall of roots where she disappeared, followed by a merry giggle.

Kélian spent the rest of the day and most of the night trying to climb back up until he was too exhausted and bruised to move, and kept calling for help until he could not utter any further word. The fact that the dryad might not be back had crossed his mind, she was probably a mischievous and carefree creature, and had already forgotten all about him. Completely drained he fell asleep.

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Kélian didn’t know if he was dreaming or not, actually he didn’t care, he felt too good. His head was resting on something incredibly smooth, the smell around him made him feel secure, and he could hear a soft voice singing. He knew what the song was about even though he didn’t understand the words: it spoke of sun, flowing water and seasons.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that, between sleep and consciousness, but eventually he moved slightly and opened his eyes. The song vanished, but the other sensations remained. It took him a moment to remember where he was and why. He felt a movement under and around him, and a smiling face entered is field of vision, upside down.

“Awake yet?” Liséa asked softly.

She was sitting on her knees, her arms encircling his head that was resting on her thighs, with her head titled above his, her hair ticking his face. Kélian tried to answer, but all he could utter was a weak mumble. His vocal cords were in bad shape thanks to the previous day he spent yelling for help. His body was also covered with bruises resulting from his several falls.

“Look at the state you’re in. Let me heal you” she began to undo his shirt; Kélian was still too sleepy to stop her. She removed his shirt and bent down further to lick his arms and chest. Kélian found himself surrounded by her thighs and stomach, her scent intoxicating him. He could begin to feel the enervating yet pleasing sensation that her tongue was producing on her chest.

The effect the dryad had on him was frightening Kélian. She was unlike any girl he had known; everything about her seemed softer, warmer, and more alluring. When she was close to him all sort of impure though filled is mind, and he had the feeling that, if he succumbed to the temptation, he would lose himself into her.

He gently freed himself from her embrace and moved away from her. He tried to talk but could only mumble.

“..naked.. no shame..” was all he could say

But when he looked back at her, he could help but feel guilty. She had tears in her eyes, and wouldn’t have had a different expression on her face if he had hit her.

“Do you find me so repulsive?” she asked sobbing

He tried to answer but again his voice betrayed him.

“At least, will you let me heal your voice?”

He could not refuse her anything at that moment. He wasn’t heartless. He nodded.
The dryad moved towards him, once in front of him she stared deeply in his eyes.

“Promise me you won’t move”

He nodded.
She slowly crossed the distance between them, her eyes still locked with his. He could feel her moist breath against his skin, her large breasts against his chest, her warmth so close to him. Her lips finally met his. She started exploring his mouth with her tongue, the now familiar sensation began invading his mouth, as her probing continued the pleasure increased, to a point that he could no longer resist it.
He surrendered to the feeling, to her.
He embraced her with both arms and returned her kiss, she hummed happily and pressed herself tightly against him, running her hands through his hair.
She suddenly broke the kiss, her eyes twinkling, grinning broadly.

“Liar!” she said giggling “You promised you wouldn’t move”

She slipped out of his arms and disappeared into the wall of roots, leaving behind her a frustrated Kélian, his mouth still tingling from her kiss.

She didn’t come back that day, and his yelling and climbing attempts brought no results, though this time he was wise enough not to overdo it. To his surprise he also found a few apples and some berries wrapped in leaves that the dryad left for him, at least he wouldn’t starve.

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The next morning he woke up with the smiling face of Liséa looking down at him, again with her thighs as a pillow.

“Are you going to run away from me today too?” she asked as a greeting

“No, not today. But I won’t let you eat me either.” he answered in a playful tone

She laughed “We’ll see” she ran her hand over his chest and he realised that she had stripped him during his sleep. She resumed her task of healing the bruises over his chest, bending over. Again his head was sandwiched between her thigh and stomach, and the pleasant feeling spread over his chest. He had decided to enjoy the moment, so he remained limp in her embrace. As he breathed deeply, he noticed that her scent was different: sweeter and stronger. He blushed when he realised what he was smelling, and felt his member hardening quickly against his will. His head trapped in her flesh, he felt more than heard her giggle.

“You don’t seem to be injured there, do you?” she said teasingly “I’ll prove you wrong, today I’ll eat you” she added after a moment

Kélian knew that she was talking, but couldn’t figure out what she was saying. However he figured she was up to something when she began moving and released him of his prison of flesh. She soon was on four legs, with Kélian staring at her intimacy. She turned her head back at him, probably to taunt him, but when she saw where he was gazing at she squealed and pressed her crotch tightly against his face.

“Don’t look!” she implored

Kélian had no time to be surprised as he felt her tongue licking the tip of his member. The dryad slowly made her way down until she engulfed him completely; she then used her tongue to toy with him.

The human was in heaven, her mouth was warm and wet around him, her tongue seemed to be made of fire, and the magic of her saliva added to the pleasure. She made a quick work of him, and he released himself into her, surrounded by her body, in total bliss.

He wasn’t even surprised when she disappeared in the roots a few seconds after that.
That day he didn’t try to climb nor call for help.

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He woke up with dark blue eyes looking at him.

“I could get used to waking up like that” he said

She lowered her head and kissed him.

They made love.
Again.
And Again.
She was passionate yet tender, possessive yet frail.
They couldn’t get enough of each other.
To Kélian’s surprise, she was extremely shy when it came to the sweet-smelling place between her legs, despite the fact that she was always walking around naked.
Their lovemaking gave birth to feelings Kélian didn’t know he could have. He felt like if being separated from the dryad would be the worst thing that could happen to him.

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Days passed by.
Slowly for Kélian when the dryad wasn’t with him.
He got used to the simple food she brought with her, and he spent his days calling for help when Liséa wasn’t with him. He had given up climbing, convinced that he would not be able t make it.

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Liséa arched her back as she reached her orgasm, clutching Kélian tightly with her thighs, milking him. She then rested her head on his chest satisfied.
They both remained motionless for a moment, until Liséa broke the silence:

“Will you want me to bring you back to the surface?” she asked

He ran his hand trough her hair. They rarely talked about that.

“Aren’t afraid that once back up I won’t come to see you again?” he teased her

She didn’t reply, but the look she gave him answered for her: stop joking around!

“Or do you want to swallow me that bad?” he continued poking her nose with his finger

“Yes I do!” she answered smiling “What’s wrong with that? Isn’t it nice to have a small part of you inside me” she rippled her innards most pleasurably around his member still trapped in her flesh “now imagine how it would feel if you were all the way in” she rubbed her cheek on his chest

“Because I’m not sure you’ll let me out!” he could not make her talk about it seriously, each time she would tease him or avoid the subject. He loved her and she returned his love, but he had the feeling that she saw the act of digesting him as a possibility.

“Who knows? I might let you out…You never know till you try” she giggled at his defeated look “I’m sure you’d enjoy it if I absorbed you.. You’d be part of my lips…” she kissed his neck “…of my breasts…” she pushed her bosom harder against him “…of my stomach…” she wriggled in his arms “…of my hips…” she clasped her legs around him “…of my ass…” she placed his hands on her behind

“Of your pussy?” he added brushing his fingers against her nether lips, locking eyes with her

She blushed furiously “You know I don’t like when you do that!”

He laughed and kissed her “You deserved it” he said still laughing

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It had been two days since Kélian last saw the dryad. He was both worried and hungry: he feared that something had happened to Liséa, he also depended on her to eat.

He was relieved when he finally saw her coming out of the roots.

“Sorry… I… I was sleeping” her carefree look was gone and she was staring at her feet, that wasn’t the Liséa he knew

He immediately forgot his hunger and stood up to hold her in his arms.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked softly

“Winter came faster than I expected” she paused for a moment “I.. My kind can’t stay awake during winter, we’re too.. attuned to the forest. If I go to sleep again, I might not wake up until spring” she had tears forming in her eyes

Kélian kissed her forehead; he then began to undress, smiling at her.

“I guess I don’t really have the choice” he said “but you’d better not bite” he added trying to ease the atmosphere

“I won’t!” she promised, a radiant smile illuminating her face “I really feared you’d prefer to stay down there, I don’t know what would have happened to you” she sighed

He finished undressing and asked:

“So how do we proceed?”

She pointed to his insignia ring “You should remove everything that’s not natural, or else you’ll hurt me.”

He complied.

“Now lay down on your back”

When he was done, she positioned herself in front of his feet, on four legs and locked eyes with him.

“Promise me you won’t look”, she asked

“I won’t, if that can make you feel better. But I’m the one who should be comforted” he said as he winked at her. He then rested his head on the floor and closed his eyes.

“I guarantee you’ll enjoy this, if that can make you feel better” she said giggling

He felt her gently take hold of his feet, and begin to lick them, giving birth to the pleasant sensation he now knew so well. After a moment he noticed that her warmth was slowly going up his feet. After around a minute he had both feet totally surrounded by her flesh.
At that moment, she took her first gulp. It surprised him, because up to now she had been advancing very slowing, almost imperceptibly. The sudden movement also increased the sensation her saliva was producing on his skin. A second, then a third, then another followed her first gulp… Each gulp wasn’t very strong, but was quickly followed by another, drawing him slowly but steadily inside her wetness. She held his hands against his legs, which were soon covered by her hot flesh. She then began engulfing his, now hard, member. It took her what felt like an eternity to Kélian to take it past her lips. Each gulp, each swallow was making her body ripple, almost vibrate around him, like if every part of her was desiring only one thing: to take him into her waiting depth. At that point Kélian no longer cared what would happen to him once inside. All he wanted was to be surrounded by this feeling, by her. The dryad finally reached his shoulders. She was still on four legs, her butt arched above the ground. Kélian knew that because his abdomen, which was being squeezed inside her stomach, was higher than his head. In a moment of lucidity, he though that if he were looking at her from behind, he could see clearly the sweet smelling and probably dripping opening between her legs. His though when she finally swallowed his head was that she would blush from head to toe if she knew what he was thinking.

Liséa rolled on her side as soon as she felt Kélian’s head enter her throat. She felt him slide smoothly in her gullet, down to her stomach. She hugged him through her skin, panting. After a few minutes when her breath had slowed down a bit, she asked:

“How does it feel in there?”

Surrounded by hot flesh, rocked by her breath and heartbeat, Kélian had been soothed by her body rhythm into a gentle torpor. Her question brought him back to reality, and he was a bit frightened that he could so easily fall asleep inside her.

“It’s warm and soft” he answered “really soft” he said stroking her flesh with his hand. The dryad opened her mouth in pleasure as she felt his caress. “Actually it’s quite comfortable. There’s not much room to move though”

“You’re not supposed to. Stay still, I’m quite sensitive down there.” she said poking his wandering hand through her skin. “Let me rest a few more minutes, then I’ll carry you through the roots”

Again Kélian listened to her regular breathing. Each time she inspired, her inner walls would tighten slightly around him, and when she breathed out he would feel himself rise a few inches as her flesh relaxed.

As he felt her move suddenly, he realised that he had been slumbering again. He felt her stand with difficulty, and take careful steps towards the wall of roots. A strange feeling abruptly came all over him, and faded as quickly.

Liséa entered a small round shaped room. The walls were irregular and entirely made of wood, no floor only black soil. There were no openings, but the sun shined inside, like if the wood was allowing the light to pass through it. The room was empty, apart from couch filled with petals and feathers. The dryad lied down on it gratefully, as Kélian was quite heavy for her to carry.

“Where are we?” her passenger asked

“I guess you could call it my bedroom”

“If you brought me here, you must be planning to do all sort of kinky stuff to me” he said jokingly

“Sort of” she answered giggling.

The dryad remained silent, and after a moment Kélian felt her breathing slowing down. He was worried that they might both fall asleep, which would probably be his doom.

“Liséa, could you let me out now, please?” he finally asked

“Haven’t you guessed out yet?”

He remained silent.

“I’m not letting you out” she didn’t say that with her usual playful tone, she was serious

“Why?” he simply asked

“Well...You loved my body so much, so I figured you’ll fit…”

“Stop joking!” he interrupted her. He was serious, desperately serious.

“I told you I couldn’t stay awake during winter, you remember?” she paused, waiting for him to answer, but he didn’t “During all those days, I need to draw my nourishment from something, and.. you’re that something.”

“But…We…” his voice was raising with his anger, but he could not find the right words to express it.

“Please Kélian…” her voice was imploring “There’s nothing that you can do or say that’ll change what’s going to happen. Don’t make things harder for both of us. I need you, I want you inside me. Would it be such a displeasing thing, to become a part of me? To lose yourself into my warm, loving body? It’s the deepest kind of love we could share. It could be a wonderful experience, I don’t want you to waste it.”

Despite what she had in mind for him, he could not bring himself to hate her. Knowing that she was in pain was still the most insupportable thing in the world. He was still angry, but at himself, for going to that accursed forest were he fell in love, for not knowing the difference between an elf and a dryad.

“It’s ok” he said softly, “I’m not mad at you” he stroke her stomach wall gently.

“You’ll enjoy it” she hugged Kélian passionately through her belly “I’ll make sure you enjoy it”

The dryad settled herself comfortably inside the couch, and relaxed her body.

“Don’t move now” she asked “Let my stomach do its work while we sleep”

Kélian felt her breathing slow down, and take the soothing rhythm that, he knew, would drive him to a sweet torpor. As he slowly drifted into unconsciousness, he felt a change in her tummy that drew his attention and prevented him from going to sleep: her flesh all around him was slowly becoming wet, moist, then dripping. The liquid was a bit sticky, but smelt heavenly : it reminded him of the dryad’s love juice, strong, yet womanly and sweet. As he was slowly coated with the secretion, his skin began to tingle, soon replaced by an overwhelming pleasure. He couldn’t help but rub himself against his teaser’s inner wall. The moment he did so, an ecstatic feeling washed over him and he could not stop himself from jolting in delicious agony, each spasm bringing a new wave of pleasure.

Liséa woke up all of a sudden feeling her lover wriggling wildly within her depths.
“Ahhh!!……… stop……... don’t………… kyyyaa !!!” she couldn’t speak coherently, and soon a clear fluid began to flow from between her legs as she joined Kélian in his ecstasy.

Eventually Liséa felt Kélian’s wriggles slowly fade as he became too exhausted to move a muscle, leaving her panting on her couch.

“I.. told you.. not to move..” she said, catching her breath “I know it feels good, but it accelerates my digestion. You’re suppose to last me all winter after all” she giggled.

Kélian was too drained to try to answer her, and quickly fell asleep, gently massaged by her stomach walls.

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Kélian was dreaming.
He floated in a dim light.
His body and mind were numb, filled with a sense of well being.

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Kélian slowly woke up as he felt the dryad move around him. Weeks might have passed by, or hours he didn’t know. The juice produced by her stomach covered every inch of his body, the sensation was even stronger than what he remembered, he didn’t dare to move or he might lose his mind in the pleasure.

The dryad carefully stood up and slowly walked a few steps, trying not to wake her lover.

Kélian felt Liséa lower herself. After a moment he felt a light vibration coming from under him, followed by the sound of running water. He blushed as he realised what she was doing.

Once back on the couch, Kélian couldn’t help but say the words :

“I heard”

He was rewarded by a sudden rise of temperature around him as she blushed.

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Kélian was dreaming the same dream.
But he was not alone anymore.
Liséa was with him, and she hugged him tightly with both arms and legs, even her vagina clutched on to his penis.

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Kélian awoke feeling Liséa lying back down on the couch. As he came back to his senses, the sensation her digestion produced on him kicked in : pure and total pleasure, reaching the core of his being, stronger than anything he’s ever experienced before, he wanted to squirm frantically against the dryad’s flesh.
But he couldn’t move.
In a sense he was relieved because he felt that if he rubbed himself against her stomach’s wall, he would melt like hot butter in Liséa’s warm depths.

The dryad put her hand on her now much smaller stomach, as she somehow felt that her meal had awoken.

“Shhh… go back to sleep my love” she said softly to her belly

“He must feel that he’ll soon be mine,” she though, “usually he doesn’t wake up when I’m going to pee”
She quickly fell asleep, her hand still on her stomach

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Again the dream.
There was a twist to it though : he was slowly sinking into the dryad’s body as she hugged him tighter and tighter.
Her breasts were pressed hungrily against him as they absorbed his chest, his hands over her ass were disappearing inside her soft flesh, his cock was being devoured by her cunt.
As she engulfed him, he began to lose his sense of self.
Kélian ? There was no Kélian. Only a gorgeous body pulsing with life.

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Liséa was moaning in her sleep. Her stomach had a slight bulge, and she was hugging it tightly. Her moaning increased as a clear fluid was flowing from the cleft between her legs. She arched her back and opened her eyes the moment she reached her orgasm.

“Kyyyaaa!!!” she cried as pleasure jolted through her body.

She rested back on the couch, panting. After a few minutes, she stood up.

“See?” she told her now flat stomach, patting it “I told you you’ll enjoy it”

The new season was here.