A surprising relative

“Oh don’t be such a fun-killer, Jane.” The dryad sounds more bemused than genuinely annoyed. “It’s not every day that the village guest shows up right in your lap.”

“Well I never” comes the farmer woman’s reply, “hell’s the visitor doing right here?”

“It’s Alfred” you say, extricating yourself from the dry to eye up this new woman. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” the woman responds, “I see you and my farmhand are already gettin’ along.”

You let out a stupid grin at the dry comment. “You could say that, I was very busy exploring Vinca.” Before the Dryad can react to your comment, you grab her ass, making her let out a small gasp of surprise. Jane bites her lip as she looks at the show.

“Well well” she declares, “I can see why my daughter was so shaken, Matilda was shaking fer hours after she got home from the little adventure she had with ya.”

Her words make you freeze in place for a second. You may have accepted that all of these women are horny whores by now, but you’ve still just ran into the mother of the girl you face-fucked two days ago. That would always be awkward, but with how brazenly sexual you’ve just been you can’t help but feel a tad embarrassed.

“No” you think to yourself, “stop being nervous, you have a job to do.” You have to dominate these women, not get flustered by them! Your mind made up, you quickly walk up to Jane, pulling her into a sudden kiss.

“MMM!” now it’s her turn to be flustered at the sudden kiss, but she quickly calms down, sighing into your mouth as you claim her. The kiss is relatively brief, just enough to win back your confidence and establish your dominance. “Well” Jane says, her cheeks flushed, “I can see why Vinca likes ya a bunch, young man.”

“Why, did you doubt my tastes?” comes the Dryad’s reply, and the two women chuckle. “If you don’t mind Jane, I feel I need to take this one for a proper spin.”

Jane waves the Dryad off, “go on, you two can have yer fun. Just be back before work’s over fer the day.”

The Dryad thanks Jane, before gripping you by the arm and leading you back towards the farmhouse. Dew patters along behind you, having faded into the background as the two women spoke.

“So you work on the farm?” you ask, curious. Usually you don’t see too many fancy folk like here working on farms.

“Well, I am a dryad, sweetheart” the green woman looks down at you with a confused expression. “What better than one of us to work the land? Out of all the races we are the most attuned to the will of nature.”

“I suppose you are literally a plant” you mutter, and the Dryad flicks you on the back of the head.

“Don’t be a bigot, now” she chides jokingly, before calling back to Dew. “Really young woman, you should have trained this one better!”

Dew’s been looking at the ground for a while now, but as her name gets called she looks up surprised. “What? He’s the one training me!” she declares indignantly, before blushing as she realizes what she just blurted out.

Vinca laughs at Dew’s expression as the three of you arrive at the door. Leaning in, she whispers in your ear. “Let’s see if you can train me as well, hmm?”