A threesome with a dryad and a busty tiefling

Willow walks in a circle around Gill while he takes in his surroundings. She eyes him with an expression on her face that Lux can’t read; perhaps merely curious, perhaps scheming, perhaps hungry.

Finally, she stops in front of Gill, hands folded behind her back. He looks at her with unfocused eyes.

“Do you know who you are?” she asks.

Gill’s brow furrows. “Yes,” he says, after a moment.

“Do you know who we are?”

Gill glances between Willow and Lux. “I think so.”

Willow nods. Then, in the same neutral voice, as if asking about the weather: “And would you like to make love to us?”

His eyes widen. Searching in Willow’s expression, then in Lux’s, for some sign of whether this is a joke. “…Yes?” he ventures.

“Oh, that’s not very decisive.” Willow leans closer, her lips brushing against Gill’s ear as she speaks in a sultry whisper. “Would you swear eternal loyalty to me for the chance to fuck us like the wild animal you are?”

A shiver goes through Gill’s body. “Yes,” he says, finally – his voice hoarse, but not lacking in conviction.

“Gooood.” Willow steps back, and moves over to Lux’s side.

“What do you say, then?” she asks. “Shall we grant his little wish?”

Lux stares at her. Well, she can’t deny that she wanted this earlier. And she wants it now. If not for her experience with Sylvia, she’d wonder if all dryad healing is like this…

She realises Willow is waiting for an answer, and nods. Willow leans in for a kiss on her lips, before turning back to Gill.

“Now,” Willow says to him, “why don’t you start by unwrapping your gift?”

Lux holds still as, with shaking hands, Gill begins to undress her. His slow, trance-like efforts are not interrupted by Willow moving around to do the same for him – Lux appreciates the view she gets of his slim, strong body being slowly unveiled, seeing the powerful muscles work as he fumbles with her clothes. A brush of his fingertips against her breast sends shivers of pleasure through her. She feels a little light-headed all of a sudden.

Before she knows it, they’re both naked – Willow, too. Gill lets himself be led to where – there’s a bed of reeds and flowers, now, where Lux is sure there wasn’t one before. Willow guides him to lie down on his back, her every touch steering his movements without effort.

His cock stands enticingly erect as Lux straddles him, letting Willow guide her by her shoulders until she’s in place. She lowers herself down, feeling him press against her entrance, making her heart flutter.

She looks down into Gill’s still slightly unfocused eyes, and wonders again if this is really right. But Willow pushes down on her shoulders, and Lux gasps as she feels her folds part for him, her pussy eager to take more and more…

Slowly at first, she begins to move, up and down, making both of them groan with pleasure. Gill’s hands find their way to her hips, but he doesn’t try to **** her – his touch is gentle, hesitant, urging and supporting her.

Just as Lux is thinking of bending down and kissing him, Willow makes her move, swinging her leg over so that she too straddles Gill’s body, face to face with Lux. She sits down on his surprised face, muffling his groans of passion. She pulls Lux into her embrace, kissing her deeply, all while ensuring that she continues to bounce – the pace increasing now – on the cock that deeply penetrates her.

As her tongue entwines with Willow’s, Lux feels a haze settling over her, over everything. The world around her seems to fade away, leaving only three bodies; the woman, the man, the dryad, joined together in pleasure. Without her even being aware of how, she finds their positions changed – now she’s on her hands and knees as Gill takes her from behind – now, in the same position, she sucks Gill’s cock as he lies before her, while she moans at the feeling of Willow eating her pussy from behind.

How much of this is real? All of it and none of it. Her body trembles in the grip of one powerful climax after another, all three of their voices joining in groans and cries of ecstasy, until – with Willow orchestrating every movement – all three of them cum together, Willow and Lux both left bathed in Gill’s seed while he finally collapses back onto the makeshift bed, his strength spent.

Willow, still out of breath – can a dryad be out of breath? She acts it well enough – leans down across the bed to whisper in Gill’s ear. “To whom does your heart belong, brave one?”

Gill’s face contorts, in mental effort or confusion. “To – to you, mistress Willow,” he mumbles, finally.

“Splendid.” There’s a sinister kind of satisfaction in Willow’s voice just for a moment. “And – ” She tilts her head above Gill’s, plants a tiny kiss on the end of his nose. “I release you.”

A jolt seems to go through Gill’s whole naked body. Surprise, alarm, sudden waking. His eyes flutter, and focus properly for the first time – on the naked dryad crouched over him. He scrambles back a bit on the bed, startled, cheeks reddening.

“F-forgive me – uh, ladies,” he stammers. “I’m – I hope I didn’t say anything that – I was having the strangest dream…”

“You’re forgiven,” Willow says, politely, sitting back. Gill’s gaze flickers over her and Lux before he appears to register their nudity and averts his eyes.

“How are you feeling now?” Lux asks, suddenly sensing the need to find her clothes – and trying to wipe some of the sticky goo off her tits.

“My – my head hurts a little,” Gill admits, placing both hands over his face, either to rub his eyes or to block himself from seeing anything he thinks he shouldn’t. “But the rest of me feels wond– well-rested.”

Willow places a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been through a difficult time,” she says, “and I’m afraid there is more trouble to come. But the spell you were under is broken. Your will is your own.”

“The spell…” Gill pauses for a moment before he sharply sits up. “Athisz. That monster, that thing, it took over our whole – ”

He suddenly seems to realise that he, too, is naked, going crimson as he places both hands desperately over his crotch. Taking care not to look too directly, Lux hands him his clothes, and backs away to finish dressing herself.

“Take all the time you need,” Willow says, softly. She, somehow, is clothed again, her gown pristine as always. “If all goes well, then the time will soon be right to strike our common enemy.”