Dinner and revelations.

You make your way to your lodge to grab some dinner. Sylvana is there, tending a small fire and already roasting various fungi that she’d foraged earlier in the day. She looks up at you as you enter and quickly returns her gaze to the fire as your eyes meet hers. You grin at her obvious avoidance and are somewhat startled when she does a quick double take back towards you. Her eyes alighting on the green wisp that trails you.

“Where…” She exclaims, her voice quickly trailing off as you seat yourself beside her and help yourself to one of the skewers of mushrooms. Still not your favorite fare but it’s nourishing enough.

“So you know what it is. I summoned it at the rune triad. It ate up my only essence and I didn’t even get an explanation of what the hell it actually does.” You look behind you and try to prod at Wispy. Your finger enters its space with minimal resistance, a warm tingling fills your digit as you swirl it through the little ball of energy. Sylvana watches you for a moment and then giggles briefly at your bemused display.

“It’s a nature spirit. A very minor one. It won’t do much of anything other than very slightly increase your natural healing rate while it’s near you. It should be able to inhabit a plant to increase its growth rate as well. You can probably feed it more essence to increase its power or let it absorb some of the life **** from any heroes you slay.” She quickly explained the basics of what you needed to know. You guessed that it made sense that she knew what it was. It kind of fell under her whole naturey domain as a dryad. You wondered if by life **** she meant experience points. Maybe she hadn’t been as exposed to the system that ran this world as much as you had.

“So basically it’s useless for now. Great.” You return your attention to the food before you while Sylvana laughed further.

“Not completely. A single nature spirit may not be very powerful, but even minor ones can accomplish a lot in larger numbers. I bet infusing them into the barrier would increase the growth speed and it wouldn’t consume them.” She mused on some of the possibilities at which your ears perked up. A single essence cut out 10 hours of growth time from your barrier’s upgrades, but then the essence was gone. If you turned those essences into spirits and then had them passively speed the rate… It was an interesting thought. A real long term benefit versus immediate gratification sort of conundrum.

Actually, the more you thought about it the more sense it made to make the investment; and you had someone right here that could help you out with another essence. Sylvana seemed to pick up on your train of thought based on the look you were giving her.

“Hey… no I didn’t…” She stuttered through some half excuses before crossing her arms and glaring at you. “I’m not an essence factory. It takes a lot out of me you know.”

You snort softly in amusement. “You get plenty out of it if memory serves.” You leer at her, lips curled in a grin and she flushes deep green. You toss the now empty skewer into the fire before you and roll into a predatory crouch directed towards the dryad. She begins to scramble to her feet but is no match for your animal speed as you leap for her and pin her down. “Not so fast, little rabbit. You are going to help me. For the grove, right?” You growl softly down at her and lower your muzzle to her neck, nipping gently at her skin. She shivers and bite back a soft gasp of desire.

“For… the grove?” She asks, feeling some confusion for a moment before realizing the excuse you’d laid before her to give in. “Yes… for the grove. Essence will help it.” She continues to speak, relaxing slowly beneath you.

“That’s right, my little rabbit, so it’s in your best interest to wring me dry. Spread your legs for the grove and pump out that essence.” You continue to speak in her ear and she shivers at your words and she spreads her legs obediently for you. Her breath is coming faster, her bountiful chest heaving beneath you as she falls into her role of essence slut. You grin at how easy she is when she has even a poor excuse to cling to. She loved being yours, even if she wouldn’t admit it outright.

It takes no time at all for your body to respond to your own growing arousal. You prick slips free of your sheath and comes to rest against the dryad’s dewey lips. She moans softly at the contact and shifts her hips to rub against it as best she can with your weight pinning her. While you only need to cum yourself for her to make the essence you still don’t want to rush things. You do so love to play with your prey.

As she squirms beneath under your body you shift to keep any touch on her pussy light and teasing. You grant her only brief moments of more direct contact, just enough to keep her seeking more. You can hear a note of **** frustration entering her moans and can only grin. “What’s the matter? You wanted to help the grove right? Seems like all you’re doing is trying to feel good.” She shakes her head at your words but her body betrays the gesture, still fighting to rub against you, desperately seeking gratification. You laugh softly at her struggles and finally give her what she wants, but will not ask for.

You reach down and angle your tip, slipping inside the dryad with little resistance. She moans louder as she welcomes you into her depths and her insides tighten around you, rippling in a motion no other living creature could match. It’s like she was made just for this purpose, milking a cock of its seed to produce essence.

You moan at the sudden onslaught of sensation. Maybe you’re still sensitive from your earlier encounter from Frey but this seemed more intense than any of your previous times with Sylvana. This wasn’t a concrete thought, just a fleeting sense. The pleasure you felt made it hard to focus on any one thing for long. Your blood was pumping eagerly into keeping your cock hard as rock, there was none to spare for pondering. The way this was going you wouldn’t even have to move to finish, but what was the fun in that? You growled softly and began to thrust, your motion finding a rhythm with the milking sensation coming from the dryad’s greedy slit.

Your claws dig into the soil on either side of Sylvana while you rock in time with her. Her hips undulate beneath you, rising to meet each thrust while her hands twine firmly into your fur to grip you. Both of you use what leverage you can gain to your advantage in the frantic rush your coupling had turned to. The feral passion you felt for her flared brightly, but like all good things, this too had to end at some point. All too soon you feel your loins tighten and a flare of pleasure as you climax, spilling your seed into the dryad’s welcoming womb where it is quickly absorbed. As you pull yourself from her, spent and newly exhausted, there is not a trace of your cum to be found in the verdant cleft of her pussy.

The both of you are left panting now that your coupling has come to and end. Sylvana’s hands loosen their grip on you, but do not fall away. Her fingers comb through your fur, gently tracing your lean form beneath the fluff. You say nothing as of yet, feeling that if you do anything to draw attention to her actions she would stop with the reminder that her service ‘to the grove’ was already finished. You were enjoying the attention, and did not want her to stop. Not yet. So instead of speaking you merely sighed softly, a whine of content sounding near the end of it as you settled yourself beside her. The warmth of the fire and the relaxing sensation of her touch in the silent lodge quickly lulled you to sleep.