by Abby Wood
"Fine, fine." He held onto her elbow. "Excuse me, people. As you can see this has all been a set up. A trick on my employer went horribly wrong. I'm sure if you get the next month's magazine there will be a retraction and an explanation."
"Fucking idiots!" Someone yelled in the back of the crowd. A gun discharged, and a man pointing the barrel of his weapon in the air nailed them both with a dirty glare.
An older man close to them spat on the ground at their feet and turned around.
"Hey, did anyone hear about the mermaid that fisherman swore he saw off the coast of Depot Bay?"
The crowd moved as one huge cloud away from Jared and Melanie. She waited for the last person to leave and jumped into Jared's arms. "We did it!"
" You did it, babe." He kissed her lips. "Where the hell did you learn to act like that?"
"Who Wants To Be a Supermodel, channel two-three-one at one o'clock Eastern Time, Monday through Friday." She giggled. "I love that show!"
Chapter Ten
"I can't believe it's finally finished." Melanie stood outside their new home, gazing up at the monstrosity Jared demanded the builders construct for his wife. He laid his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, it certainly took them long enough. I wasn't sure if the county building inspectors would allow it, but finding that loophole in the deed and discovering this property was grandfathered into the books before the government sanctioned off the forestry was a stroke of luck. We have old man Potter to thank for that."
Melanie's eyes glistened as she remembered how the hermit, Lawrence Potter, had come to their aid. His shack had sat on the only available property attached to the nymph's forest. After listening to their story, he'd gladly sold out to them as he too had fallen in love with a wood nymph, but had been called away overseas to fight in the Vietnam War. During his absence, his wife had mourned his loss every day and deteriorated in front of everyone. She had passed away not long after he left. That was why, on his return, he had devoted his life to providing supplies to her people, trying his best to keep them safe in an attempt to make it up to the Dryads. Getting too old to do the job, he'd willingly sold out to Jared and wished him well, confident Jared and Melanie would look after the Dryads.
"Well, Mrs. Denali, what do you want to do first?" Jared wiggled his eyebrows. A mischievous grin curled her lips, and she reached down to pull her sundress over her head. She kicked off her shoes and skipped toward the trees. Oh, Oak, it was wonderful to be back home with all her magic intact.
"What's wrong, Jared? Don't you want to play my games?" She turned and wiggled her ass, taunting him to give chase.
He loped after her, tossing his shirt off and skipping on one foot while removing his jeans. He caught up with her a hundred yards past their new house where a replica of the waterfall where they met stood for their private enjoyment. She sat atop a boulder, spread her legs and gazed up at Jared. "You can touch any part of me you want."
"And you better believe I will." He caught her up in his arms and carefully carried her over to the grassy area where he laid her down on her back. His body covered hers, and she giggled at the way his cock poked into her stomach. His hand wandered down to her pussy. Finding her wet and ready, he slipped a finger in and worked it back and forth, hitting her g-spot. She arched up into his hand, pleasure spreading throughout her pelvis. He lowered his head and suckled her breast. She loved the way he knew exactly what pleased her most.
She purred, and he groaned against her nipple. She tugged at his arm, wanting to touch his cock. He moved around and straddled her head. The sight of his balls hanging in front of her face proved too tempting.
She gathered one of his testicles in her mouth and lavished it with her tongue. The prickly sensation of his hair on skin so soft heated her insides, and she thrust her pussy in his face.
She switched and gathered his other ball in her mouth, giving it the same attention. She clutched his dick and stroked it up and down, loving the velvety softness over an erection hard enough to caress every inch inside of her body. A drop of pre-cum dropped between her breasts, and she rubbed the head of his cock in the liquid. His ass clenched as she moved the mushroomed head over her breasts, skimmed her nipples and stroked him with her fingers. He moved off her and pulled her to her feet. Her legs shook with desire as he guided her over to a tree. Pointing at the trunk, he stepped back. She turned and discovered a broken branch. Polished and shined, the spike gleamed against the natural rough bark of the tree in a size that would fill her completely. He'd replicated it from her description months earlier, when she'd first confessed to enjoying having her rear fucked. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed.
"You made this for me?" She smiled, reaching out to stroke the tree. He'd done a marvelous job—smooth, and just the right size and height for her to use. The perfect gift.
"Yeah, ever since you shared with me how you enjoyed the trees in this way, I dreamed of fucking you while you are fucked by a tree." His eyelids lowered with desire. "Do you want to give it a try?"
She nodded and backed up. The tree's spike poked her in the rear. Jared reached around to her butt cheeks and gently pulled them apart while she positioned herself. She laid her back against the rough bark of the tree and shuddered. In slow motion, she leaned back and relaxed the tight ring of her anus. The way he'd carved and rounded the wood provided an easy entrance.
"It is even better than all the others." She reached down for his cock. "Fuck me too, Jared. Just remember, the tree's cock doesn't have any give."
"I know. I'll be careful." He stepped up and parted her pussy lips. She quivered and laid her head against his chest, her body consumed by the two things she loved most in the world. Her juices ran over his cock, and she urged him to move in and out.
Slowly, he thrust his hips in quick, little spurts, barely causing a movement, trying not to hurt her. "God, I can feel the tree inside you, it makes you so tight."
"Make me come, Jared, make me and the tree happy." She reached behind him and slipped her finger into his hole. "Maybe you are part nymph. Next time you can use the spike."
"Oh, Jesus, baby." His hips spasmed.
The faster speed set her careening over the edge, and she shuddered in release. Her breasts jiggled against his chest. In a chain reaction, he shot his load deep inside her pussy.
They stood in each other's arms, content, relaxed and full of happiness. Jared helped her off the tree's handmade cock and led her over to the shimmering pool. He cleaned them both, and then together they walked back to their home.
"Are you happy here, knowing you can visit your family anytime?" He kissed the top of her head.
"You have given me more than I ever dreamed." She gazed up at her new house.
"You've given me the best of both worlds.
~The End~
About the Author
Multi published author Abby Wood writes compelling, emotionally packed, and sexually charged romance. Whether you’re a fan of contemporary, western, or paranormal, you’ll find a story that brings you into the lives of her characters and lets you experience a brand new world. Learn more about Abby at
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