Kai's mouth went dry.
The words lingered in the air like a thunderclap that refused to fade. His essence. His seed.
He had braced himself for many things—quests, sacrifices, even offering his blood. But this?
Well, he did briefly entertain the thought, but he didn't think they would actually demand it.
His face burned before he could stop it. He was no stranger to sex, but somehow being surrounded by five natural beauties of different types made him feel a bit shy.
He has only ever been with his mother. He had known her all his life so he was already comfortable being around her.
Now surrounded by five strangers who he's supposed to have sex with after despairing over the life and death of his mother felt extremely sudden and he couldn't quite get into the mood.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure of how to respond.
"You… you can't be serious," he muttered hoarsely. His fingers curled into fists, his pulse hammering in his ears. "You're asking me to—"
Seliora stepped forward, and the air shifted as though the forest itself bent toward her. She didn't just walk; she carried herself like an unshakable tree that had weathered countless storms.
Her voice, deep with warmth, rolled over him like sunlight through a canopy.
"Yes, Kai. We are serious. Your gift is rare, and it will restore much to us. But," she tilted her head, a soft smile curving her lips, "you are not being taken. You are being invited."
Her fingers slid over her shoulder, brushing away a trail of ivy hair. The cascade fell, revealing a smooth swell of breast beneath.
His throat locked tight as more of her oak-glow skin was unveiled. A deliberate, patient unveiling—not a frantic tearing, but the slow, commanding exposure of someone who knew she was being watched, who wanted to be watched.
Sira gasped softly, covering her mouth with leaf-pale fingers.
Aven leaned forward, giggling, blossoms tumbling from her hair like confetti.
Lethis scowled faintly, arms folded across her chest, though her crimson-threaded skin betrayed a flush.
Thyra said nothing, but amber eyes gleamed, reflecting every twitch of Kai's breath.
"Seliora…" he rasped, both in awe and in panic, "I—"
Her hand touched his cheek, grounding him. "Shh. Let me guide you. You are trembling, Kai. There is no shame in that."
Her other hand drifted down, undoing the crude fastenings at his waist. He tried to protest, but the words bled into a groan as she freed his cock, heavy and half-hard, swelling with every heartbeat.
"Elderwood…" Aven whispered, her voice a delighted squeal. "It's huge—like a root bursting from stone!"
"Focus, Aven," Seliora chided gently, though amusement curled her lips. She sank gracefully to her knees before him, her ivy hair spilling around his hips.
Her warm breath kissed his shaft as she wrapped her fingers around it, testing his weight. "He carries dragon fire in him," she murmured, reverent. "Even here, even now, I feel the essence inside him."
Kai's knees buckled when her tongue traced the thick vein, slow, savoring, motherly in patience but decadent in hunger.
His hands shot to her shoulders, unsure whether to push her back or pull her closer. His heart galloped, shame and arousal clashing like storm and lightning.
"Oh… gods… Seliora…" His voice cracked as her lips stretched around the swollen crown.
The wet heat of her mouth dragged him deeper, her throat easing open as if she had done this a hundred times. She hummed, the vibration making him jerk, precum spilling against her tongue.
Behind her, Sira whispered, "She… she's swallowing it? All of it?"
Seliora pulled back just enough to speak, saliva shining at her lips. "Mmm… yes, little sapling. This is how you stir him, coax him. A man's body answers to heat, to wetness, to rhythm."
She looked up at Kai, her eyes molten with command. "And his body, sisters… answers so very well."
He groaned again as she took him deep once more, her cheeks hollowing, the lewd sounds of slurping filling the grove.
Kai realized this is the first time anyone has sucked his dick before and he was amazed at how good it felt.
It seems this wise dryad kneeling before him is also quite knowledgeable in the sexual arts.
Aven giggled, bouncing on her toes.
Lethis shifted, her taut body tense with conflicting emotions, fists clenching as though to hold herself steady.
Thyra's lips parted ever so slightly, her amber gaze locked unblinking.
When she finally released him with a wet pop, his cock glistened, thick and angry, jutting toward her face. His chest heaved, his mind spinning. "I… I can't… you're—"
"You can," Seliora said, rising, her breasts pressing to his chest, heavy and ripe, her heat unmistakable as she straddled him and pushed him back against the grass bed. "You must. Let me show you."
Her hand guided his cock to her soaked entrance, the folds glistening like nectar-dripping petals.
She paused only to look at her sisters. "Watch closely. This is how a man and a dryad join. This is how his seed roots within us."
Then she sank down.
Kai's cry split the air as her silken heat swallowed him whole, stretching around his thickness.
This feeling was different from his mother, less tight but softer and pillowy like being embraced by sun-soaked moss.
Her moan joined his, deep and triumphant. She rocked her hips, slow at first, savoring his shock, then quicker, stronger, her breasts bouncing as she rode him.
"Ahh—yes, Kai… just like that. Feel me. Fill me. You were made for this."
He clutched her hips, the world blurring in pleasure. His doubts drowned beneath the wet slap of her body meeting his, her cries rising higher.
The sisters watched, breathless, entranced.
Aven had both hands clamped over her mouth to stifle excited squeals.
Sira's eyes were wide, thighs pressed together.
Lethis's jaw was clenched, but her crimson-streaked vines trembled.
Thyra's hand lingered at her own thigh, unseen by the others.
Seliora leaned close, her breath hot against his ear, her words laced with command and tenderness alike. "Yes, Kai… give it to me. Give me all of it. Don't hold back."
His teeth gritted, his whole body arching. The tightness in his core snapped, and he roared, thrusting up into her as hot torrents spilled deep inside.
"Aauuuaaahhh~♡!". Her answering cry was bliss itself, her body convulsing around him, milking every drop.
Saplings quivered, blossoms fell, the grove itself seemed to sigh.
Seliora's head tilted back, golden flowers in her hair trembling with the shudder of climax. "Mmmhh… yes… that is it. So much vitality. I feel so full."
Kai was panting as the excitement washed over him. This was his first time having sex with a woman other than his mother.
The way she guided him and enticed him like an experienced woman was different from his innocent mother who was ignorant of pleasure.
Now experiencing a woman take the initiative and ride him to climax was a different sort of pleasure that he grew to appreciate.
The way she bounced on top of him was so sexy that it made him forget about all his worries.
Seliora sat astride him still, chest heaving, seed dripping within her, and smiled down at him, radiant.
"Now, sisters," she panted, voice husky, "have you seen enough to learn?"
She still trembled on his lap, her hips rising and falling lazily to savor the last quivers of his seed spilling deep inside her.
Kai gasped beneath her, body slack, cock throbbing but softening.
He muttered, "I… can't—after that—"
Her hand cupped his jaw, her breasts heavy against his chest, eyes warm but commanding. "You can. You must. But you will need aid."
She waved her hand then the soil shifted beside them, and from the ground sprang a sudden bloom — vast, pink, radiant, its petals unfurling in a spiral.
At the center, the pistil gleamed, dripping clear nectar that steamed faintly in the air, its scent sweet, intoxicating, cloying like honey thickened with desire.
Seliora plucked a droplet with her finger, lifted it to his lips. "Drink. This flower grows only for this purpose. It is safe, Kai. Trust me."
He hesitated only a breath before leaning forward, his tongue catching the shimmering bead. Sweetness burst over his tongue, searing down his throat, and then—fire.
His veins pulsed, his breath caught, his cock surged back to life, swelling harder, heavier than before, a rush of raw lust flooding his skull until he groaned aloud.
"Gods—what is this?" he hissed, gripping his own thighs as if to steady the surge.
Seliora smiled knowingly, stroking his chest. "Nature's gift. An aphrodisiac born of us. You will not flag, not until every sister has shared in you."
She shifted aside, easing off him, his cock springing free slick and glistening. "Now… who will be next?"