by Kayci Morgan
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After his History of Elven Royalty class Bayne headed to the nearest scrying glass and accessed the student directory. Closing his eyes, he focused on the nymph’s face. When he opened them, an image of the nymph stared back at him, with his information on the side. His name was Lucas. At 130 years of age he was over three times as old as Bayne, who was considered a mere pup by his pack. Lucas had been a student at the Academy for the past 90 years and his focus was Botany. A forest nymph with a focus in Botany? Bayne rolled his eyes.
Bayne headed over to the greenhouse, where Lucas’s schedule said he’d be. Bayne caught him right as class was ending and the students exited the massive glass structure.
Stepping in front of Lucas, Bayne extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Bayne.”
Lucas glanced down at the extended hand and side stepped past Bayne.
“Not interested,” he said as he walked off.
Bayne turned and chased after him. “Not interested? I haven’t actually said anything yet.”
Lucas stopped. “Bayne of the Red Wolf Clan from the Tani Mountains? Next in line to be alpha of your pack. And the werewolf I met in the woods last night. Yeah, I know who you are and what you want. Your reputation precedes you. But I’m not interested in becoming another guy cooing over what a great lay you are.”
Bayne smiled. “I have a reputation for being a great lay?”
Lucas huffed and started to walk again.
Following after him Bayne grabbed his shoulder. “Wait. Stop. I just wanted to ask you to eat with me. A nymph’s gotta eat, right?”
Lucas stared in disbelief. “First off, the term is dryad. Nymph is derogatory. We aren’t all frivolous and oversexed. And secondly, I don’t eat. You mean to tell me you’ve slept with almost every dryad on campus and you hadn’t noticed none of them ate?”
Lucas stomped off down the stone path. Bayne shouldn’t have cared what some uptight nym…dryad thought of him. He didn’t need to impress anyone. But he wanted so badly to impress Lucas. He wondered what those amber eyes looked like when they weren’t full of sadness or rage. He was determined to find out.
After a bit of research Bayne discovered while dryad’s didn’t have to eat, they could if they wanted to. Most of them refused to eat animal flesh but they would partake of food from the earth. So Bayne prepared a meat-free meal. Then he paid Lucas’s roommate, a nice shaman, a handful of silver to vanish for the night. After spreading rose petals across Lucas’s side of the room, Bayne paced back and forth waiting for the dryad to come home.
Footsteps padded towards the door. Lucas entered. Bayne’s gift elicited a glimmer of a smile before it turned into a scowl. “What are you doing here?”
“I just thought we could sit and have a meal together.” Bayne said.
“I told you I don’t eat. And what’s with all the flowers? You thought murdering a few dozen of my cousins would make me like you better?”
Bayne’s jaw dropped.
Hands covered Lucas’s face. His body trembled with laughter. “Oh, you make it so easy, I almost feel guilty. Fine. I will eat with you, then you have to go and no more of this. Okay?”
Bayne had pulled both chairs up to Lucas’s desk and draped Chad’s bed sheet over it as a table cloth. The ghost wouldn’t miss it. He had laid out every type of vegetable he could get from the campus eatery. After several bites of cucumber and eggplant, Bayne longed for something red.
Lucas munched on his salad. “You know, you could have gotten meat for yourself. Maybe a nice big roast or some steaks. You like steak don’t you.”
Bayne’s stomach growled in reply. “You’re a mean dryad.”
Lucas grinned, taking another bite. “I try my best.”
The conversation turned to Botany and Lucas became animated as he discussed his passion. Bayne didn’t care much about plants but he could’ve listened to the dryad all day. His voice was like music, soothing and melodic.
Lucas stopped mid-sentence. “You don’t care about any of this, do you?”
“I find it fascinating.” Bayne replied.
“Really? So what was I talking about?”
“Your thesis on the species of atropa belladonna you discovered growing in the Kaski region six years ago. It’s unusual for a plant like that to be found so far north given the climate.”
Lucas blinked.
“See. Fascinating. Just like everything else about you.”
Bayne leaned in slowly, giving Lucas time to back away if he didn’t want to be kissed.
But the dryad held firm and their lips met. Bayne moaned against the soft firmness of Lucas’s mouth. Never had he wanted something more than he wanted for Lucas to return his kiss. Arms wrapped around Bayne’s neck as Lucas tilted his head to the side. Bayne grabbed Lucas by the waist, kissing him deeper. He picked Lucas up and carried him over to the bed. Placing him down softly, he blanketed Lucas with his own body. Planting kisses on his smooth skin. He tasted like honey.
Lucas didn’t complain as Bayne slipped off his shirt. More feverish kisses as Bayne slid Lucas’s pants over his firm ass. Bayne’s heart pounded. Lucas wasn’t turning away. If they made love Bayne knew he could win him over. Then they’d truly be together. Lucas may not have believed it, but Bayne was serious about him. He would prove it.
Bayne crawled between Lucas’s legs, taking his manhood between his lips. Lucas cried out at the contact. Bayne ran his tongue along the shaft. He was determined to make Lucas want him, mind and body. Bayne took Lucas into his mouth, sucking at a steady pace. His head bobbing up and down, until Lucas began to tremble beneath him. He increased his onslaught, sucking harder and faster, until Lucas screamed, clutching the bed on both sides. Rose petals fluttered to the floor as Bayne’s mouth filled with seed which he greedily swallowed.
He looked up, eager to see the bliss and contentment he had caused. Bayne was confident he’d pleased him well and planned to do so several more times before the night was over.
Tears pooled in Lucas’s eyes, drawing lines down the curve of his cheeks as they fell.
