Wait for the pussy to come in, obviously

"Huh, that's weird." I noted as the dryad's mound shifted and quivered, a slit coming into place after a moment. At the same time the Dryad's breasts swelled, changing from 'barely-there' to 'pleasant palmful'. Her boyish hips flared out and her face shifted to be more overtly feminine. I had no difficulty imagining an opposite reaction, with the androgynous features firming and a cock sprouting in place of a cunt. "Your teeth are still bloody sharp, though."

I wet my fingers and started working the Dryad's newly formed cunt. She reacted quite pleasantly, something I was certain was fake. I kissed her nipple, catching a strong floral scent from her body, and spent a good few minutes playing with her body. I discovered she was totally hairless, save for her hair which had the texture of leaves. The juices she leaked were thicker than a woman's, more viscous, and tasted of honey.

Soon enough her fake cries become real and she began to twitch with building pleasure. I ran my hand down her side, counting too many ribs, and lifted her hips. Despite the freshness of her cunt, she didn't have a hymen, and the texture and temperature were totally different than the goblin. There was a suction and a writhing that threatened to finish me without moving, and I pulled out to avoid that. "I guess it was literally built to wring me dry.

The Dryad cooed and rolled her hips invitingly, her intention clear despite the language barrier.

I drove in, moving slowly and carefully. I could feel the lump of my cock through her stomach, and she sighed with relief. She made a few insistent grunts, which I took for prompting, and set an even pace.

The goblin had been eager to let me do all the work, but the Dyad met me thrust for thrust. She pushed her tits up and struggled against the ropes; my dagger served as an anchor and kept her arms above her head. I reached up and pulled the dagger from the ground, stopping my hips to see what she'd do.

The dryad pulled herself to a sitting position, her legs wrapped around my ass, and swung her tied hands over my head. Her nipples pressed into my chest and the Dryad smiled and made a satisfied noise, slightly gyrating her hips in an invitation. I'd heard of an insect that bites the head off of it's mate after the act, and I couldn't help but feel that's what she was building towards.

Still, I'd never had such an enthusiastic partner and it was quite intoxicating for a man of eighteen. So I pressed my lips to hers and picked up my pace. She returned the kiss, going far deeper into my mouth than I dared hers, and moaned into my mouth. She cooed as I swelled inside of her, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck as I prepared to cum.

I grunted my climax, shooting an excessive amount of tar-black cum into the Dryad. She cried out and broke the kiss, her mouth suddenly distending as she lunged for my throat. I felt pressure, and for a moment I awaited the arterial spray of my blood, but the pressure lessened as the Dryad fell under my power.