Remain on the ground.

Truly a gorgeous, adorable young woman Peony is, decorated further by the flower always present in her hair. Her scent is like that of a flower shop--the most calming, aromatic hint of different flowers and the damp leaves of a forest in the morning. The forest around you has combined together to be the girl on top of you, and the way she's staring into your eyes causes your heart to skip. Her excitement has faded, or rather, it's shifted in tone. Her movements now are slow and sensual, and as she parts her hair from between you and her, and she continues to watch you closely, she moves in close and presses her tender lips softly against your mouth. Sensing her motivations, your body starts to react. You've been around such beautiful women for days on these days, of course with pure intentions, though as Peony's thigh rubs up against your groin and you feel the silken caress of her cheek, you start to rise up.

"Now what's that?" she asks quietly. It's a teasing tone, which isn't what you expect from Peony. You know what she's referring to as well, especially when one of her hands snakes down your body as if on the hunt, to end stroking firmly over the erection flat under your underwear. Still, she squirms about on top of you, but she bites her lip.

If she wants to play that game, you don't need to act like a flustered freshmen. You bring a hand down her always-naked back, and cup your fingers around one of her plump cheeks for a squeeze.

"Ah~!" she lets out an immediate moan as she's groped and climbs further up your body, wedging your face between the large, pillowy humps on her chest one could refer to as breasts, though the tips they come to don't exactly have the nipples one would expect to find. She may not have all the anatomy of a human woman, but her demeanour is seductive, and with a surprising fire in her eyes, she begins a crawl back down your body, though farther this time, past your chest, your stomach, and...

Between both her hands, she sandwiches your bulge, which she massages up as she grabs your belt. She undoes it easily, and then begins working down your pants, just to your ankles.

Over the fabric of your undergarments, she strokes her lips to the tip with a moan.

"Mmm. That feels so good," you whisper.

Her smile brightens. "Then I'll drink every last drop," she replies. "Please... Share your nectar with me, my love."

Before you can respond, she drops your underwear down as well, wraps her hands around the base of your shaft, and dives right in. Without a hint of ****, she takes it all the way down to her throat with a noise of glee, and then sucks it back to the tip with a pop off the end. As if she just needed to get that out of her system, she begins more intricately now. The way her tongue feels--it's like the petal of a flower, yet wet and warm, and it strokes the underside of your head in such a stimulating way that you can't help but moan in pleasure. Her skills with her mouth are unmatched. When she takes it all the way in again, you can feel the softness of her tongue still, which continues to tease every spot that feels amazing, all while she strokes it in and out, in and out, as she pops it back out with the wet sound of her smacking lips. Back in, around, up and down--it's overwhelming. Her grip on your body is so firm that you feel as if there's no way you're escaping without your entire body being drained.

You remember back, what the Elder Tree said, and you've been with Peony before. This is her most favourite thing, at least when it comes to a sexual encounter. She has no pussy, so that's just what her mouth is, you reckon. The way she controls it, like she can make it feel as tight as she wants, with such intricate control of her tongue, and knowing exactly how to suck. In a lot of ways, it's even better than something between her legs.

Your legs shiver and your toes curl. All you can do is lay back in the grass and groan. This continues for several minutes, and you feel your orgasm approaching. There's no reason to hold back. She's thirsty for what's inside, so you wouldn't want to disappoint her.

You're caught off guard by her grasp suddenly tightening. She speeds up. Somehow, she must have been able to tell your feelings, and the sudden shift brings your orgasm even quicker. Slurp slurp, lick lick. She's going absolutely wild on your cock, and it's the greatest blowjob you've ever felt in your entire life. The closest you've felt before was the last time you were with Peony, and after that, only one of the succubi could match, you reckon. Yet here you are, the Demon King, about to blow, completely at the mercy of this stunning woman of the woods. Faster. Faster! You can't hold it. Nobody could. She still somehow seems to know exactly what state you're in, because she looks up at you with the most adorable expression as she sucks. For the respect of a dryad, you try not to tear up the blades of grass around you from the overwhelming sensation, but you let out an embarrassing moan as your balls suddenly tingle, and your cock throbs hard. Not only do you pulse with heavy, powerful loads straight into her mouth, but she sucks just enough to get out every last drop, just as she promised. It's almost too much. You gasp. You finished, but she's still sucking, and it feels too good. With your body twitching, you reach out and grab her head, which only seems to urge her to go even harder.

Finally, after your balls have been thoroughly emptied, you pull her face up, and she looks at you with starry eyes. She licks the remaining fluid from her lips, and looks absolutely elated as you hold her attention. The two of you stare into each other's eyes for a long moment, as if you both just reached a climax. Though finally, Peony crawls over top of you like a kitten, pushes you down, and nestles her head onto your chest.

"Mmmm... So gooood," she mumbles. "Thank you, husband... That was the tastiest nectar I've ever had."

You hold her tight, still dazed from the intense orgasm you had only moments ago. "Holy shit."

She swallows a couple more times and then shivers. "I'm so lucky."

"You're lucky?"

She giggles and looks up. "Of course. Are you trying to say that you're the lucky one instead?"

"I think that's pretty obvious," you mutter, staring towards the sky. "You just gave me the best head of my life."

"Humans are so funny," she says, slapping your stomach a few times.

Laying there for some time, you can't help but ponder how strange of a situation you truly live in. Was that really a date? I mean, that was what Peony wanted. I gotta remember that I barely even know any humans. Everyone is so different. How a dryad thinks isn't exactly the same as how I think, I suppose. But wow. I feel amazing now. Like I'm laying on clouds. These dates in general have been really nice... I think I could get used to this. Though I can't help but worry that maybe we should be training for something that calls itself a Sports Festival. The problem is we don't even know what we'd be training.

"Would you like to head back soon?" Peony finally asks after time has passed.

You're not even exactly sure how long you've been out at this point. "Sure. I guess we probably should."

"Can we hold hands on the walk back?"

You chuckle. "Of course."

Now she stands up rather quickly. She offers out her hand, and after taking it, the two of you make your way back out from the glade, and eventually towards Castle Phoenix once again.