Something I don't recognize.

"Don't cut the rope this time." Alva said flatly as she dumped an unfamiliar feminoid, gagged and hogtied, at my feet. "It doesn't grow on trees."

I knelt down, looking over the creature. It was human-sized, if a smaller woman, and had skin the color of freshly peeled bark; pale but with a green tint. Her hair was variegated, containing a litany of greens and yellow and red; As I looked closer, each strand had it's own color. She wore a short dress of an odd brown material, and had solid yellow eyes. "What is she?"

"They are food." Alva pulled her hood up and settled the cloak around her body. She hesitated a moment, chewing the side of her cheek, and let out a little sigh. "I'm going into Barley, I will be seeing if there is information about the witch. I will return in an hour. You will-I would prefer you remain here."

"Aye-aye, boss." I snapped a salute. She glared, and I couldn't help but smile. "Alva, what is she?"

". . .They are Dryad." Alva closed her eyes for a moment. "Carnivorous single-sex species. They're all the same, so he or she is superfluous. They like leading lone men and women into the woods so they can eat or breed, and they possess an affinity for certain magics. They hibernate, and are quite reclusive; finding them often requires special tools. They don't like fire."

"I've heard some stories." I nodded, gathering up old memories. "They were described differently."

"Different forests have different breeds of Dryad." Alva's voice went flat. "They seldom leave survivors, so there isn't much information about them outside of church records."

"Okay."

Alva took a few steps away and then paused, her ears going as red as her hair. "It's carnivorous. Don't stick your dick in it's mouth."

"Ah." I nodded, noticing the needle-sharp teeth. "Okay."

Alva left without a second look, leaving me alone with the Dryad. I ran my fingers over the odd dress, finding that it felt like wood. It was too flexible to be wood, and it didn't peel or crack as I scratched at it. There wasn't any zipper or buttons, either. It simply loosened as I pulled it, despite seeming perfectly form-fitting. "Is this the only knot she knows?"

It took a few minutes for me to free the Dryad from the rope, pin her, and tie up her hands. I gave a fair few gropes during the work, noting an odd hardness to her skin, and found that her nipples were a light green once I'd pulled the wooden dress from her body. I also found, to my great consternation, that she was completely featureless downstairs.

"That red-haired bitch." I muttered, running my hands over the smooth skin where her pussy should have been. "What the fuck am I suppose to do with this!"