FAIRYTALES FOR A HUMAN (Lesbian)

Part 28 DRYAD

Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!

I cannot concentrate. It seems that I am balancing on a knife edge. I shouldn't do this now, but I need to distract myself...

"Can't you relax?" Alex asks sympathetically from somewhere between my legs, then he slowly raises his head.

He always looks so calm, even now, as if nothing has happened: the same cocky face, the same black piercing eyes without the slightest hint of reflection. I avert my eyes, but I don't ask him to stop. I never ask him to stop always hating him and myself; no doubt, I hate myself more. I feel ashamed and bad towards the elders; I feel like they know where I am now, and what I am doing. I succumbed to him once at the moment of my greatest weakness, and I could no longer stop. Once Vera mentioned something about the sweet forbidden fruit. I didn't quite understand what she meant, but I got the meaning of the fruit metaphor.

What am I doing? What am I doing? Now I have to be with my brothers and sisters to serve for the benefit of my society, but not give my body to some witcher just to relax. And I really can't even relax now, and it's only becoming more and more disgusting when he is carrying on moving his tongue faster (What disgusts me even more is that I like it).

I bite my lip just not to moan. I don't want to encourage him: let him think that I don't like what he is doing now.

His tongue stops moving, and I notice that he is grinning, as if he sees right through me, "Shall I call Vera to join in like we did last time? She won't mind..."

Imagining Vera joining us again, I come biting my fist so as not to wake up the whole house with my scream.

The siblings are my curse. They both crept into my soul and blackened it from the inside. The elders said that if you hang around with the impious creatures and humans outside the Hidden Sanctuary, you can lose all your magical powers and the connection with the spirits. They lied, of course, but I was small then and believed everything they said. I know for sure that I will no longer be taken as a wife (Matchmakers always check if young dryads are virgins before the official matchmaking. I wonder how they check men and do they check them at all?). Ash might marry me out of an old friendship with me and my sister, but that would have been just awful. Watching his ever-disappointed face, nursing his perfect kids and pretending that I love and respect him, watching him becoming an elder while I am washing, cleaning, and cooking dinner for him. Although, if he became an elder, then I would not have to do household chores. I would wear long dresses embroidered with silver or gold threads if I'm lucky enough... No, it's better to be a third-rate gatherer and wander through endless secret forests in search of medicinal herbs than to be someone's wife. Or not to return to the Forest at all... Humans are bad, but in my Sanctuary, everything reminds of Willow which is even worse. Doris suggested many times to renounce my people, but I was too weak, still retaining bits of my former patriotism and pride.

"I knew the name 'Vera' * would have a magical effect on you." Alex nestles next to me with a laugh.

He has already received all he wanted from me today, consequently, the witcher is very pleased about it, and as for me, I just want to sleep. Although, the nagging pain in my chest hasn't leave me.

"Let me call her, she probably isn't sleeping yet."

"No worries. I'm good," I answer dryly.

He pulls me slightly by my long ear, and I have to turn in his direction.

"What do you want again, Alex?"

"You know, you're the first one to be so unhappy after a couple of orgasms. I'm hurt..." he pouts his lips pretendingly.