"I should probably kill you."

I drew my dagger and slammed it into the ground, punctuating my words. The Dryad's eyes twitched, though it was hard to tell what she was looking at with those solid monochrome eyes. But they were wet, making the yellow shine, and I felt as though she got my point. I grabbed her by the throat and brought her to her feet, grabbing my dagger with my free hand, and pulled her away from the fire.

After a few steps I didn't need to move her, she walked herself with her eyes downcast. Her leaf-like hair, charred and smoking, fell away in clumps and left her bald but unburned. At the same time her skin shifted, the blackened bits falling away and being replaced with fresh skin. She lost some size, an inch or two, but in the passing of a few seconds she seemed healed.

"Calling it treachery is probably stupid." I said to myself, stopping after a minute of walking. "You were never on my side, you were just waiting for your moment. I can't exactly blame you for just being what you are. For living in agreement with your nature. Might as well curse a flame for being hot, or the rain for being wet."

I looked at the chastised monster, feeling a wave of hunger gnawing at my sanity. She had only acted in accordance with her nature, and I wasn't much different. I unlaced my trousers and let them fall, and looked at the Dryad expectantly. She knelt, eyes still down, and grabbed my cock. She'd been so eager before but, honestly, the gap between then and now was turning me on.

I touched her smooth head as she put her lips to my tip, her body shifting into a more feminine form. Her breasts swelled up and her waist tucked in. Her legs splayed out as her hips grew wide and her legs more shapely. Her lips grew fuller and when she opened her mouth it was slightly less horrifying; rather than needles, her teeth were more like jagged triangles. She looked similar to the last time she'd shifted, a variation on the same theme.

"Trying to appease me? A bribe, of sorts." I chuckled as she took me in, her tongue coiling around my cock. She was genuinely fearful, but I couldn't help but feel that she was playing up the submissiveness. "You're a clever girl, aren't you? Taking your time, looking for chances, and playing to people's expectations. You'd probably be a good merchant, if they didn't try to hang you."

She pulled back, my cock popping from her mouth. Drool ran down her chin and few strands attached to my cock. She smiled and made a quick grasping gesture towards herself, followed by a finger across her throat. They could try, it seemed to say. Then she made a small whine, like a chastised puppy, and returned to my cock.

I stroked her bald head as she abandoned her facade and her fear, and simply gave herself over to the sex. "I wonder, if this is also being true to your nature? Is it really such a bad thing?"

I pulled the Dryad into my lap as I sat on the ground, using my coat as a cushion. I entered her, enjoying the peculiar tightness of the virgin cunt; every time it was a new one, which was a little odd to think of. After something like this, could a human woman really compare? I expected, that if I was ever with one, it wouldn't matter to me; I was all of eighteen, and found most women attractive.

"Dryad, do you ever. . .?" I trailed off, stopping my hips. She cooed, working her hips, with a disappointed look. "Not the time, I suppose."

The Dryad gyrated again, and put her hand against her stomach. I could feel the outside pressure, and she made a lifting gesture. No, a filling gesture; She wanted me to cum inside her. It had been my intention from the start, to seize control and make her more peaceable, but I had to admit the invitation brought a smile to my face.

It also put an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, something old and unfamiliar; something I wasn't willing to examine further.

I pulled her forward and kissed her, my other hand sinking into her soft ass. She tasted like honey, her long tongue meeting mine amidst her pointed teeth. Her breath was sweet and warm as I tasted her moans, her cunt coaxing my cock to climax. I lingered at the edge for a few moments, driving myself deeper and deeper until I felt her spasm around me.

I came, her stomach swelling slightly as the excess burst out from around my cock. She broke the kiss and cried out sweetly, her back arcing as her pussy clenched around me. She gave me a toothy smile, her eyelids flickering, and for a moment she seemed to fight against the effect of my cum. Then she lunged forwards, an echo of her earlier attack, and licked the tip of my nose. Then she went under, the smile slowly falling away.

I leaned back, wiping at my nose, and felt a slight flush creep onto my face. She was making light of me, pure and simple, and communicating that in the only way she could. Maintaining that sort of mischievousness, that monstrous sort of innocence, that natural purity; the singular dedication to her nature.

A part of me wanted to destroy it.