Drina a dryad

A small pail green hand, flecked with flaking brown skin and bright red nails, gripped him through his boxers. He jumped and looked over his shoulder. Behind him was a woman, maybe twice the height of Bet. She was slim, slight of bust and had a tangle of hair the colour of maple leaves in Autumn. She was completely naked and covered in the same flaking brown strips.

She giggled at Steve’s confused look and gently stroked his shaft through the silken boxers. “Well, that feels nice,” she said.

“Drina!” Kaya’s voice came across the back area. “You can’t just grab human’s like that.”

Drina looked towards Kaya as she deftly slid Steve’s cock through the fly of his boxers to keep stroking it. Her hand was soft and cool, and so was her laugh as she looked to Kaya. “Oh come now, you knew, after you told me that you and your mother want him to father your foals, that I would want to see what the fuss was about.”

“Wait, what?” Steve asked.

Kaya shook her head as Drina said, “Oh, he didn’t know. I’m sorry. Well, now he does, so. Can I try him out?” She asked Kaya.

Steve was still just standing there as this tiny woman stroked him. He was aware other guests were watching, and some seemed to be amused, others interested in seeing how this interaction would play out. “Hi, I’m Steve,” he said to the green woman.

“I’m Adrina, but everyone just calls me Drina. Would you like to fuck?” she asked and smiled widely.

Kaya shook her head again, “I’m sorry, Steve, dryads are impulsive little things, and Drina likes to embarrass people.”

Steve looked towards his girlfriend, “Is she right about what she said? You and Kay want me to?”

Kaya nodded, “I would like that. My mother is still considering, for a couple of reasons.”

Drina leant forwards and took Steve’s cock head into her tiny mouth. Her lips were a much darker green framing the pink-purple of his cockhead. Steve groaned, “Oh wow can she suck.”

Kaya nodded, “Yes, Dryad eat mainly sap, fruit and nectar, and it means they have powerful suction and can lick for hours. Drina, how about we go somewhere a little more comfortable,” Kaya suggested.

“And the flaking skin?” Steve moaned.

Drina pulled her head back and smiled up at the two of them, “It’s my bark, I’m constantly growing new bark, and it peels away, though I do like some help in rubbing it off me.” She looked up at Kaya, “He’s tasty, not as tasty as nectar, but tasty.”

Kaya laughed as she guided the Dryad into the house. Steve paused a moment before following along. “Maybe not, but do you want nectar in your cunt,” Kaya said.

Drina laughed, “Maybe not. Are you saying I can have Steve in my cunt?”

“If you behave, and he agrees,” the centaur replied looking at Steve.