by A. J. Markam
The dryad smiled and chirped in some undecipherable language. “Briptok breet!”
Okay, so she didn’t speak English – although she definitely spoke ‘orgasm.’ The sounds a woman makes when she comes appear to be a universal language.
I smiled tentatively at her, trying to be friendly.
She winked at me and licked her lips.
Holy shit…
I could feel my junk begin to expand.
I forced myself to look back at Alaria. “But we… I thought we…”
Alaria put a finger on the dryad’s clit and started rubbing it as she kept up her conversation with me. “Thought we what?”
“Oh – oh – oh!” the dryad started up again, her face contorting in ecstasy.
“I thought we only – uh, could you not do that while we’re talking?”
“Do what?” Alaria asked innocently.
She’d moved on to inserting two fingers in the dryad’s pussy and now was vigorously fingering her, all while she still kept stroking the woman’s clit with her other hand.
“UNH – UNH – UNNHHH – ” the dryad shrieked.
The problem was, not only was it loud, but it was really turning me on, too.
Not that I could admit that to Alaria.
“Could you not bang her while we’re having a conversation?” I snapped.
“Actually, you came in here and started a conversation while I was banging her, so maybe you could not do that?”
The entire time she was talking, Alaria was moving her fingers like a piston inside the dryad.
Schick schick schick schick –
The dryad began screaming again. “OHHHHHHHHHH – ”
“I… uh…” I said, but couldn’t form a coherent thought. All I could do was watch the green woman’s flat, toned stomach tighten as every muscle twitched and rippled with orgasm.
Alaria grinned. “Not bad, huh?” she said loudly over the dryad’s screaming.
When the noise finally died back down again, I broke away from the hypnotic sight of the dryad’s body and looked at Alaria. “I just thought this was something we did together.”
From a room down the hall, Tarka’s voice yelled out, “That’s what I thought, TOO!”
“Shut up!” Alaria yelled angrily.
“Make me, you hell-whore!”
“Don’t make me come in there and fuck you up!” Alaria roared.
“…would you?” Tarka’s disembodied voice asked hopefully. “…please?”
“Babe – focus,” I said, waving my hand in front of Alaria.
“I’m focusing,” she snapped. “What?”
“Were you even listening to what I said?”
“No,” Stig said helpfully. “You’re boring.”
“Shut up!” I snarled, then looked at Alaria. “I thought that when you were with other women, I’d be in the room, too.”
Alaria frowned. “You are in the room.”
“No, I mean – all of us – ”
“We’re all in the room,” Alaria said matter-of-factly.
“NO, I mean – we’d all be – ”
There was silence as both Stig, Alaria, and the dryad stared at me.
Exasperated, I made an OK symbol with my left hand, then put my right forefinger through the circle and thrust it in and out.
Stig frowned. “What is…” he asked, then made his own OK symbol and slowly put his finger in the hole. But he left it there, not quite getting the concept.
“Do you mean fucking?” Alaria asked.
“Yes!”
She looked at me like I was insane. “Then why didn’t you just say ‘fucking’?”
“I was trying to be delicate!”
Alaria started fingerbanging the dryad again. “Why?”
I watched the dryad’s head lean back in bliss. “Well, I wasn’t going to call this ‘making love.’”
Alaria snorted in laughter. “This is definitely not making love. This is straight out – ”
Stig got the hang of the ‘pokie in the OK symbol’ and vigorously slapped one hand against the other as he rapidly moved his finger in and out.
fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap.
“Yeah, that,” Alaria agreed, though she never stopped fingering the dryad.
“OH – OH – OH – ” the dryad shrieked.
My boner was at full mast now. Which annoyed the hell out of me, since I’d basically caught my girlfriend cheating on me.
Or whatever you called it when you were in an open relationship.
“Could you STOP that?!” I demanded.
“Why?” Alaria asked.
“So we can talk!”
“Nobody’s stopping you.”
I had reached the limits of my patience. I reached out and grabbed Alaria’s arm, ceasing her motion.
The dryad made a frustrated noise and looked up indignantly. “Jreekor vroot?”
“What’s your problem?” Alaria asked me.
“You said you wanted to be with women, so I thought we would be with women together,” I seethed.
“We are. We both did Tarka just last night.”
“Let’s do it again!” Tarka yelled from down the hall. “Prepare the battering ram!”
“I thought we were only going to be with other women together. Not separately.”
“I never agreed to that,” Alaria said, then laughed. “That’s just crazy.”
“That’s not crazy!”
“It is for a succubus.”
“Well, I didn’t know the first thing you’d do when we got into port was go behind my back and screw the first dryad you met on the street!”
“Ohhhhhhhh… now I get it,” Alaria said.
“Good,” I fumed.
“You want me to share.”
“I – what?!”
Alaria shrugged like it was no big deal. “Okay.”
“No – that wasn’t what I – ”
With one fluid motion, Alaria swung the dryad’s legs off the desk, then flipped her around on her belly so she was lying atop the desk with her ass in the air in front of me.
A very cute, very firm little ass…
With beautiful wet lips right between her thighs.
I stared in shock.
Alaria looked at the dryad. She gestured with her head towards me as she did the ‘fingerbang the OK symbol’ with her fingers. “Vrook zhunk?”
“Kreeee!” the dryad nodded happily, and backed up so her ass was grinding into the front of my pants.
As soon as she felt my erection, she looked back over her shoulder even more happily. “Vroot mvert!”
Alaria raised one eyebrow and gave me a half-smile. “In case you’re wondering, that was dryad for ‘fuck me hard.’”
I swallowed and stared at the toned ass grinding against my crotch.
I reached in my bag, fished out a couple of silver coins, and tossed them to Stig.
“Go get drunk somewhere for a couple of hours,” I ordered.
“So you can – ”
Stig boned his OK symbol again: fwap fwap fwap fwap.
“YES!”
“Okay – thanks, boss!” he said, and scurried out of the room.
Alaria went over and shut the door behind him. Then she came up behind me, pressed her naked body up against my back, stood up on her tiptoes, and whispered in my ear.
“Okay… we’re both in the same room… so let’s fuck her together.”
Things got decidedly hotter from that point forward.
3
The very first thing that Alaria did was unbutton my pants and free my erection, which sprang out like a Jack-in-the-Box.
The second thing she did was take my shaft in her hand and guide my throbbing, swollen head between the dryad’s legs.
I was pretty much in shock as she did it. Only seconds before, we’d been having a semi-argument about her fucking another woman. And now here she was, setting me up to fuck the other woman.
There’s this old song called 88 Lines Abo
ut 44 Women about all the women this guy had slept with. One of the lines is about a girl who ‘held out to the bitter end.’ Then he contrasts her with another woman, saying She’s the one who put it in.
That second line pretty much described Alaria to a T.
I gasped as I felt the dryad’s wet lips touch my skin – but then I stopped.
The dryad looked over her shoulder and moaned, “Stur kroop!”
“What’s she saying?” I asked Alaria.
“Basically, ‘Don’t stop now,’ dummy.”
I frowned. “She called me a dummy?”
“No, I did.”
“But… shouldn’t I get undressed first?” I asked, stalling for time.
“No,” Alaria smirked, “I’ll handle that.”
And then she put one hand on my ass and slowly pushed me inside the dryad.
The beautiful green-skinned woman moaned and forced her ass back against me, taking me in all the way.
I grunted with pleasure, then slowly began to rock in and out of her. She was soft and wet, not too tight as her pussy caressed every inch of me.
At the same time, Alaria began taking off my clothes – first my cloak, then my shirt – and then started kissing and caressing my bare skin. She traced her fingertips softly down my back and licked her way down my spine.
The sensual touch and the sound of her kisses made me even harder.
“Do you want to go over to the bed?” I asked Alaria.
“Not yet,” she whispered as she pulled down my pants around my knees.
Being inside the dryad was pleasurable enough – but Alaria was doubling and tripling the intensity. As I rocked back and forth, Alaria crouched behind me, playing with my balls, gently tickling them with the tips of her fingernails.
After a couple of minutes, she held my boots in place as I stepped out of them, and tugged my pants down all the way until I was completely naked.
Then she stood up, sat down on the desk next to the dryad, crossed one leg sexily over the other, and grinned.
“Now really give it to her,” she said lustily. “HARD.”
I grabbed the dryad’s tiny waist and begin thrusting inside her as hard as I could, my pelvis smacking against her ass.
The green woman looked up at Alaria and moaned, “Sta vort kreer mik noor, bock ik tah voh kreet!”
“What she’s saying?” I panted as I kept thrusting away.
Alaria smiled. “She said that if she knew you were going to be joining us, she would’ve asked for you from the beginning.”
I beamed happily. “Did she really say that?”
“No,” Alaria said, dropping her smile, “she actually said that she likes it better when I do it.”
My face fell and I stopped thrusting. “She said that?!”
“Mreek? Vort, vort!” the dryad cried out, and began wiggling her ass insistently.
Alaria burst out laughing. “Oh my Goddess, you should see your face!”
“Wait – are you kidding or not?” I said, annoyed.
“Of course I was kidding.” Alaria pointed at the whimpering dryad, who was trying to thrust herself back on me. “Will you please just fuck the poor girl?”
I resumed thrusting, and the dryad started moaning again contentedly. But I wasn’t exactly happy. “So… did she say that about me being here from the beginning, or didn’t she?”
“Yes,” Alaria said, rolling her eyes, “she actually said that about you being here from the beginning. Stop trying to get your ego stroked along with your cock.”
“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” I said crossly.
Alaria pointed down at the dryad, who was groaning and hanging onto the edge of the desk for dear life. “I think her reaction should be enough to convince you I’m telling the truth.”
It was true – the dryad definitely seemed to be enjoying herself.
“However, I’m feeling a little left out,” Alaria said with mock sadness. “Why don’t we move this over to the bed?”
She said something to the dryad in her language, and the dryad nodded eagerly.
“Alright, fine,” I said as I started to withdraw.
“Whoa,” Alaria barked, and leaned over and grabbed my ass to stop me. “Who said you could come out of her?”
“But how am I going to – ”
All of a sudden, the dryad kicked up off the ground, pushed against the desk, and basically twirled her entire body around my cock. When she finished, she was lying on her back with her legs straight up against my chest.
It was a pretty amazing visual, and it felt even better.
“Oh my God!” I gasped.
“Just you wait,” Alaria said with a wink. “Dryads are known for being exceptionally flexible.”
The dryad cooed as she sat up and looped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I cupped her ass with my hands, then pulled her up off the desk with my cock still inside her.
As Alaria led the way across the room she said, “Don’t make her wait for it ‘til we get to the bed. Give her a little something while you walk her over there.”
I took her advice, stopped, and thrust in and out of the dryad. The green woman groaned and timed her pelvis to thrust against mine, taking me as deep inside her as she could.
Now that we were face to face, I finally kissed the dryad for the first time, which she enthusiastically returned. She tasted like mint, fresh and clean as spring water, as her small tongue swirled sensuously around mine.
It felt so good that we stayed that way for almost a minute, making out and fucking while standing up.
“I didn’t mean for you to do it forever,” Alaria complained playfully from where she lay on the bed, her arm bent and her head propped up on her hand.
No matter how good the dryad felt, as soon as I looked over at my succubus, I got just the tiniest bit harder. The curve of her hips… the dip of her tiny waist… those luscious breasts, heavy and firm…
I walked the dryad over to the bed – but before I could set her down, she twirled around again on my cock and settled chest-down on the bed. Then she pried apart Alaria’s legs and immediately began to go down on her.
“Oh my Goddess…” Alaria sighed, and grabbed the dryad’s green hair passionately between her fingers.
I watched in absolute bliss as the dryad went down on Alaria, as I rocked in and out of the dryad doggie-style, and as Alaria’s breasts jiggled and swayed. The dryad moaned with every stroke, and Alaria moaned right along with her.
But eventually my succubus got bored.
“New position,” she announced. “But don’t come out of her yet, Ian.”
Alaria made the dryad stand up straight. Then, like a traffic cop for sex, Alaria directed me to turn around and lie on the bed, and the dryad to lie down on top of me with her back against my chest. I was still inside her, just not as deep.
Then Alaria got on top of the dryad in a 69 position. It was an incredible sight – her dripping red lips right in the dryad’s face, which was right next to mine.
As I slowly rocked back and forth inside the dryad, I began to feel a new sensation on my cock: Alaria’s tongue. She mostly focused on the dryad’s clit, but she occasionally favored my shaft with a few licks as well. She also began to caress my balls with her fingertips again.
I reached around the dryad’s body and cupped her breasts, loving the softness of them in my hands.
The dryad started to moan louder. She was barely able to keep up the presence of mind necessary to lick Alaria at the same time, but Alaria didn’t seem to mind – her tongue lapped sensuously at the dryad’s clit, with her fingers bringing me ever closer and closer to orgasm.
Then the dryad climaxed, and her screams pushed me over the edge. Overcome by both sound and sensation, I bellowed as I came deep inside her.
As both my cries and hers died down to gentle moans, Alaria tsk-tsked us both.
“You two don’t get off that easily,” she said as she slid off the dryad’s
body.
She gently pushed the dryad off of me and over to the side, then lay down on her back and pulled me onto her in missionary position. I might’ve just come, but I was still hard enough for Alaria to insert me inside her.
“Come on, loverboy, I want you to – ahhhh, that’s it,” she sighed contentedly as I plunged deep inside her.
Then she turned her face to the dryad, pulled her in close, and begin making out with her, fondling the woman’s breasts as the dryad greedily played with hers.
I watched, mesmerized, as Alaria and the dryad pressed against each other – their mouths, their lips, their tongues, their breasts. It was a good thing I had already come, otherwise I would have busted a nut just from watching them. Together they looked like Christmas in more way than one – not only the interplay of red and green, but also the best present a boy could have ever hoped for.
Alaria took the dryad’s hand and put it down between her crimson thighs. As I moved in and out of Alaria’s pussy, the dryad began stroking Alaria’s clit in a circular motion.
Alaria began to cry out – a high-pitched, animalistic mewl like a female cat in heat – and thrust her hips harder against mine, driving me deeper inside her.
She moved her fingers over to the dryad’s clit as well and began massaging her. The dryad caught up with Alaria in no time, and within seconds they were both moaning in high-pitched voices.
“Oh goddess – oh GODDESS!” Alaria screamed.
“Vreet, vreet, VREET, VREET!” the dryad shrieked.
“Oh God – FUCK!” I groaned
We all came at the same time, with Alaria’s entire body trembling as the dryad shivered with pleasure, too. I grasped Alaria tightly as I emptied inside her, then collapsed atop both women.
We spent the next few minutes just kissing each other and stroking each other’s skin.
“You know, you were just multi-orgasmic,” Alaria murmured to me.
“I was?” I asked, bewildered, then realized she was right.
As comedian Adam Carolla put it, Same boner, different jizz.
“You’re still pretty hard,” Alaria grinned. “Want to try for number three?”
“Sure, I – wait, what are you doing?” I asked as she moved away from me and my cock slid out of her body.
