FAIRYTALES FOR A HUMAN (Lesbian)

Part 34 DRYAD

Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!

I'm still shaking. Vera carefully covers me with a soft blanket and gives me some nice chamomile tea (the tea is real and doesn't smell like a potion, so I'm calmly drinking it).

This is probably the most beautiful room in siblings' apartment. The living room. It reminds me a lot of elders' chambers. The whole atmosphere is filled with grace and nobility. I feel like crying when I remember home.

"There, there." Vera must have heard me sob. She blows into the fireplace as if she is blowing it a kiss: immediately the hearth like a shy girl shows Vera it's bright blushing flame. The living room has become cozier and warmer. The witch comes up to me, perching her nice hips on the armrest of a large easy chair. I shudder when she gently strokes my back. "You shouldn't be afraid of me." She hugs me, touching her head on mine. A lock of her blonde hair falls over my shoulder. She makes me feel better. I never thought that I would find solace in the arms of a witch.

"Trust me, I'm not afraid of you," I sigh, still trembling.

"Then tell me what is bothering you," she says, and her breath is nicely tickling my skin.

I close my eyes floating on the waves of pleasure. Vera gently kisses my ear, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan. I've never made love to Vera alone before. She joined me and Alex several times, but that was during the period when my sister was killed. I hardly remember myself back then. I wanted to distract, and they, more likely, wanted to have fun perverting an innocent forest virgin. That was the time when I began to doubt the decisions of my forever infallible elders. Now I am an outcast. And all because of this Marina. If it hadn't been for her, nothing of this would have happened. I would visit my mermaid by her quiet pond, and we would talk about everything, and laugh together, and gossip a little, and she would tell me ridiculous stories about the humans' world like we used to do before Marina.

"Ahhh, Vera." She slips her hand under my T-shirt playing with my nipple while her lips are leaving hot kisses on my neck. It's amazing how her movements are similar to those of Alex. If not for her peach perfume, I would have thought it was her brother and vice versa. "Veraaa..." I'm trying to move away from her.

"Come on, dryad, do you really think that red-haired boy could have done better. Don't kid yourself. You're like Alex and I. I can feel it."

"I don't want any more secrets, Vera. I know that in the lighthouse I asked you not to tell me what you would do to Sylvester, but please tell me now..."

"You don't love him. Don't deceive yourself. You have been deceiving yourself all your life, but now you are free, and you can be free with us, with witches..."

I want to answer that this is not true, and I will never join the coven and sabbath; I want to say that even a human male is better than any of the witches, but I'm silent.

"Don't fear for him. The boy has a chance to start all over again, just like you with us."

"Have you erased his memory?"

"Yes. We did a good work. He'll not remember either you or us."

"But what about Marina. He's known her since their childhood, and their parents are friends as far as I remember. It must have been pretty hard to cut the girl from his life without leaving any traces."

"We didn't erase her from his memory. For him and her parents she's just left for another city. A new life. A new job. That happens when you are becoming a big girl. It's easier to part humans if they don't sleep together or if they aren't close relatives. These are the humans: out of sight out of mind!"