The Dryad’s Trap Hudson #5
I gasped, my entire body going rigid. Nobody had ever done that to me before. I’d never even asked for it. But the moment his tongue touched my ass, I knew I’d been missing something essential my entire life.
He worked slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world.
His tongue traced circles around my hole, teasing and probing, and I could feel myself opening up for him without any resistance.
The pleasure was different from getting blown or letting someone ride me.
It was deeper somehow, more intimate. It resonated with a part of me I didn’t know existed until that moment.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my hips rocking slightly against his face. He made that humming sound again, the one that vibrated through my entire body, and I realized he was enjoying this as much as I was. Maybe more.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, and I felt one of his fingers brush against my entrance between licks.
He was asking a question without words, and my body answered before my brain could catch up.
I relaxed, let him in, and felt the slight burn as he pressed inside, his saliva making everything almost too easy.
It was intense though. Overwhelming. The combination of his tongue and his finger working in tandem was sending me toward the edge faster than I wanted to go.
Faster than I thought possible. But I wanted this to last. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, suspended between the water and the moss and that divine tongue of his.
“Wait,” I gasped out. “I’m gonna—”
He pulled back slightly, just enough to give me space to breathe. His eyes met mine, and in that green gaze I saw something that looked a lot like tenderness. Like he cared whether I came or not. Like it mattered to him how I experienced pleasure.
Another first for me.
“Not yet,” he said, and his voice was gentle. “I want to be inside you when that happens.”
He moved with surprising grace for someone so large, turning me around so I was on my hands and knees on the moss.
The ground was soft and yielding beneath me, almost like it was molding itself to my body.
I could hear the water lapping at the shore, could smell the flowers and earth and that intoxicating honeyed scent coming directly from him.
His hands found my hips, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole. I tensed instinctively, and he paused.
“Breathe,” he murmured. “I won’t hurt you. I promise. My nectar will make everything easy.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
As I exhaled, he pushed forward, and I felt myself stretching to accommodate him.
It didn’t hurt, but it was intense. The stretch was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
Up until now, I’d been strictly a top. So, not only was this new, but his cock was fucking huge.
“Relax,” he whispered, and I could hear the strain in his voice. He was holding back, I realized. Holding back from taking what he wanted in order to make sure I was okay. “You’re doing so good, Hudson. Just let me take care of you.”
Hearing my name in his mouth like that, with such obvious affection, did something to me.
It cracked something open inside my chest that I’d thought was sealed shut forever.
Years of solitude, years of convincing myself I didn’t need anyone, and this creature I’d just met was undoing it all with nothing but gentleness and the promise of pleasure.
Inch by intoxicating inch, the dryad slipped inside me.
My body, to my great surprise, accommodated him after only a few breaths.
I figured that was thanks to his pre-cum, his nectar.
It didn’t make me numb like I expected, but instead heightened my pleasure while gently asking my muscles to relax.
Once I did, his cock pushed past my prostate, making me gasp aloud.
But he didn’t stop there. He continued, knowing I could take it all.
And then, he bottomed out, his cock fully inside me. And I could feel him pulsing, feel the ridges along his shaft moving against my inner walls in ways that made my breath come in short gasps. He held still for a moment, giving me time to adjust, and I appreciated that more than I could express.
“Ready?” he asked after a long moment.
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. And then he started to move.
It was slow at first, a gentle rocking that let me feel every inch of him.
But as my body adapted, as the initial burn turned into something else entirely, his pace picked up.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, his breathing getting heavier behind me.
And that honeyed scent intensified, filling the air around us until I was dizzy with it. Hell, I could almost taste it.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned, and the sound sent a shiver through me. “I’ve waited so long for this. For you. My mate.”
I wanted to ask him what he meant, wanted to understand how he could possibly know I was his mate, but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was push back against him, meeting his thrusts, chasing the overwhelming pleasure that was building steadily in my core.
My cock was painfully hard, leaking onto the moss beneath me. I reached down to touch myself, but he caught my hand gently and moved it away.
“Let me,” he said, and his massive hand wrapped around my shaft. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, and suddenly I was caught between two sources of stimulation, unable to escape, unable to do anything but surrender to the overwhelming sensation.
I could feel it building, that coiling tension in my belly that meant I was close.
And this time he didn’t slow down or pull back.
This time he drove into me harder, faster, his breathing turning into something almost animalistic.
His grip on my cock tightened slightly, and I felt him hit some spot inside me that made everything go white for a second.
“Cum for me,” he commanded, and his voice had taken on a different quality, something more primal. “I want to feel you cum while I’m inside you.”
That was all it took. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, pleasure radiating out from my core and consuming everything in its path.
I came hard, my entire body tensing as I spilled into his hand.
Behind me, the dryad let out a low growl, and I felt him swell inside me, felt him start to cum as well.
But something was different about his orgasm.
I felt his warm and thick seed flood into me, with more volume than should have been possible.
And it had a strange sweetness to it. That honeyed scent became almost overwhelming.
It seemed to coat me from the inside out, filling my senses with all those scents of the forest that I’d loved and ignored for so long all alone in my apartment.
Something I couldn’t explain snapped into place, like an old key in a rusty lock finally giving way.
Suddenly I just felt… right.
The dryad pulled out slowly, and I collapsed onto the moss, completely spent. My entire body felt like it had been wrung out and left in the sun to dry. I’d never cum that hard in my life. Not even close.
He laid down beside me, his massive frame somehow fitting perfectly against mine despite the size difference. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me, and I could feel his heartbeat against my back. It was steady and strong and real.
“Now do you believe me?” he whispered in my ear.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because the truth was, I didn’t believe in fated mates or destiny or any of the other things that people used to justify staying with someone.
But as I lay there in that impossible forest under that impossible moon, wrapped in the arms of a creature that I’d never seen before, I found myself wanting to believe. Wanting it so badly that it scared me.
He seemed to understand my silence. He didn’t push for an answer. He just held me, and I let him.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel quite so alone.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something… special.
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