Dryad = a girl, but made of plants (in these stories). There isn’t much fantasy in this excerpt so it’s not important.
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Though she looked impassive, the queen’s mellifluous voice shook slightly. But not with anger and betrayal, that the male brought in peace was coming unbound. No, for now we seemed safe. She was explaining in terms that I couldn’t quite understand that she couldn’t let Lexi leave, and that she didn’t know if the chance would come again. She was, in fact, seething slightly, under her neutral demeanour. It felt as though she were angry at herself for wanting this, for putting herself in the position of supplicant in her own land. The queen’s guard took up a position in the corner of the room, pretending hard not to listen. I could sense Lexi’s annoyance.
At a motion from the queen the guard brought her parcel forward and opened it for Lexi to see. From where I lay prone, with my erection fading from inattention and aftershocks of worry, I couldn’t see inside; but Lexi laughed and, nodding, stood up. The queen explained that no-one else could quite achieve the same results, though she had trialed many. Perhaps it was a consequence of Lexi’s larger human frame. As Lexi reached into the box she stipulated one rule. Lexi was to be completely in charge and the queen would have to take it as it was given, no matter how. With only the caveat that the guard would remain, for her safety, the queen agreed.
Lexi took the contents of the box and threw a single item onto the bed. I could just see a mess of straps and a central phallus, of a clear resin containing a long white flower. The back side of it was contoured, slightly protruding, to make full contact with the wearer’s clit and the surrounding lips. Lexi then stripped the queen, quite unceremoniously, and a little roughly. The queen looked both outraged and excited, her lips quivered fierily, but she said nothing. The guard retreated to the edge of the room and kneeled, reverentially. Her attitude conveyed the promise of eternal silence, wilful ignorance of what she was to witness. But Lexi stripped herself nude and, snatching up the harnessed apparatus, imperiously strode to the guard. The queen looked on, inwardly fuming at being momentarily ignored and having her honour guard bossed by another. But the disrespect also excited her, perhaps from rarity, perhaps from inward need to be dominated, which had no other outlet. Lexi stood in front of the kneeling guard and started to slip the straps over her shoulders. The dangling phallus, flaccid from loose attachment, though stiff in itself, carved lazy swings in the air in front of the kneeling dryad’s face. The guard, furious that her silent, dignified protest was being sullied in this way, ignored the implied invitation and the implied disrespect alike. Lexi made no move to reach below her own shoulder level, adjusting straps serenely.
“Help her,” choked out the dryad queen. And the guard reached forward, holding the protruding cock out of the way while reaching around to hips and between thighs, adjusting the harness in a practised motion. The tip of the artificial cock was hoisted like a flag. Looking down, Lexi swung it from side to side admiringly. The guard, now that no help was needed, resigned herself to looking on at Lexi’s retreating backside as she returned to the queen, then took hold of her hair firmly. She picked her up and bent her over the end of the bed, and then smacked her arse, hard. The queen was shocked and looked back, thus missing how quickly I became erect again at this sight. Lexi left her there and returned to me, this time pulling my lower clothes off completely, quite leisurely, in no rush. She kissed me once on the shaft of my cock, making it jump, and then pulled away from me, grabbing me by the knees and lifting, until my feet were in the air, my knees crocked. My toes curled as she kissed me on the balls, but she stopped there and returned to the queen, starting to push her forward onto the bed.
The queen was impelled towards me. Lexi grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, guiding her. She pushed the queen between my legs and forced her face against my cock. When she had achieved firm contact, she spanked the queen again, which made her jump against me. With that Lexi pulled her back and then pushed forward again, and this time the queen’s cheek was pressed against my balls. Lexi spanked her and she jumped again, a gasp and exhale ticking against me. Then she pulled her back again and placed her, firmly, mouth-first, on my arsehole. Her skin was cool, only just warmer than the surrounding air. Lexi spanked her again, twice this time, and the queen’s outraged eyes met mine. Her excited resentment at this treatment was palpable, but seemed directed behind her, at Lexi, as she considered me inert in all this. She tried to pull back, but Lexi held her firmly, pushing her against me. “Lick”, she told her, and I was swept away by the unusual, intimate sensation. The queen stopped fighting and instead reached forward, holding my legs in place. She lapped creatively, like Lexi did when she was pleasing my cock.
Satisfied to begin, Lexi reached down with one hand and stepped in towards the queen. I couldn’t see the moment of penetration, but I felt it as the queen shuddered slightly, her tongue paused in place but rolling. Lexi’s first strokes were slow and gentle; I could feel the queen’s arm muscles clenching in ecstasy. But Lexi reached her long human arm over the dryad queen’s back, holding her again by the nape of the neck, and dragging her face all over me. Soon she was thrusting steadily, and then roughly, with loud smacks as her lower stomach hit backward-extended buttocks. Every strike snaked along the dryad’s spine and pushed her into me – she would push herself away, spread my cheeks to inspect me, then be willingly forced back toward me. Her eyes and forehead expressed something complex, humiliation and lust, a conflicted need that was rhythmically intensified by Lexi’s masterful thrusts. Her eyes were starting to cross and she was giving in to the moment, but Lexi pulled out of her at a moment only she could have picked, leaving the dryad queen looking back behind her, betrayed. But Lexi grabbed her hair again and forced her back into place, spanking her arse sharply for moving without permission. The guard stirred uncomfortably, as if unsure whether this (of all things) crossed a line. But the queen turned her frustrated energy on me, giving herself to the task as her only allowed stimulation while Lexi, strapon swaying, strode around to me. She climbed on the bed, stood with her legs on either side of me, and settled down, mounting my cock backwards with her face toward the queen, who stayed on-task admirably.
Lexi began to ride me with great gusto, moving her hips in a particular, unfamiliar way. Dull, heavy thwaps ensued and I realised the reason for the difference – she was deliberately swinging the strapon cock so that it would hit the queen degradingly. The implement had only recently been buried deep inside of her and must still have been wet; Lexi grabbed the queen again by the hair and pulled her up, away from me. I heard two sharper thwaps which must have been Lexi hitting her on either side of the face, and a mild choking/gagging sound that must have been her forcibly penetrating the queen’s mouth. The guard stirred again but was quelled by a look from Lexi and the queen’s non-protest. The curved underside of my cock battered against the front inside wall of Lexi’s pussy, grinding just where it felt best for me. The intensity was redoubled when Lexi returned the queen to her previous place, forcefully rubbing her face and mouth on my balls en route. But instead of continuing to ride me, she pulled my cock out of her pussy, wrenched it forward, and started to wank me with enormous energy, pulling the queen away from me to watch.
“Do you like that, you fucking slut?” she asked the queen.
“Yes!”
The reply was forceful, reluctant, ashamed, intoxicated. Her view must have been my flesh and blood cock, swollen and ready to spurt, alongside Lexi’s large artificial one. Lexi held her tight in place as I started to cum. I could tell that I was shooting large amounts; it must have been covering the queen’s hair and face as it pumped out of me.
But without skipping a beat Lexi was off me again and returned to behind the queen, wasting no time but starting to fuck her. “Open your mouth,” Lexi told her, and pushed her onto my deflating cock. She sucked it as if for comfort while Lexi fucked her finally to orgasm, while my cum dripped down her face and onto my cock and pubic mound. She came so hard that I was afraid she would bite me, but instead she just sucked hard, filling her mouth with me and taking the last drops of cum that hadn’t yet left me. After she was finished cumming Lexi released her and pulled the artificial cock from inside of her. The queen was nearly crying and I became afraid that we had done something awful, or that the guard would finally intervene – although I didn’t know how, because Lexi was larger and the guard lacked a weapon. But the queen turned to Lexi and grabbed her hard around the waist, clasping herself to Lexi and nuzzling between her ample breasts, wailing “Thank you!” warblingly between breaths. Lexi smiled and patted her head awkwardly, then more awkwardly when she realised that her hand was now also covered in my cum from the queen’s hair. But she continued anyway, holding the queen close. “Bring us a towel,” she said to me.
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