A Lone Holly Tree

Your path opens out into a clearing, and in its center is a holly tree, much like the one atop the barrow, only much smaller. Its branches are swaying gently in the breeze, and the sun has reached its zenith.

You call out, “Holly! I’ve come to see you!”

The branches of the holly tree part, and a figure slides out. By the time it—she—steps away from the tree, it looked as if it had never moved. Her skin is the color of new growth, shades of bright and vibrant green whorlinh and blending together. Vines and leaves and branches twine around her, and the deeper green of her hair curls down behind her back. She wears nothing, leaving her lithe figure entirely exposed.

“Squire!”

She runs over to you at the edge of the clearing, breasts bouncing at every step, and jumps into you. You wrap your arms around each other as you fall backwards, laughing as you go. It isn’t until after you land on your back that you get a good look at her face.

Level 4 Dryad

Elemental, Nymph, Explicit

She doesn’t have a name, but you call her Holly, because she's bonded to a holly tree. And you donn’t have a name either, so she calls you Squire.

You become acutely aware of her body pressing down against your chest. The fire in your loins had calmed as you had traveled, but now it came roaring back to life.

Holly smiles down at you lasciviously. “Have you missed me, Squire?” She presses her breasts harder against your chest, and ground her pussy against you. “I’ve missed you.”

“I have, Holly.” You reach down, your fingers tracing the curve of her ass before pressing into the firm flesh. “You haven’t been waiting for me, have you?”

She giggles, and rolls backwards onto her feet. She's your arms, so before you knew it you're on your feet, too.

“I’ve made do,” she says, “there are plenty of cocks in the forest.” She turns back towards her tree, and you follow with your eyes fixed on her swaying hips. You aren’t looking high enough to really notice it at the moment, but she's a few inches shorter than you.

You do remember when you met her—that much hasn’t been taken from you, yet. The time you spent does blend together some, and the distance between the barrow and her tree meant you could go weeks at a time without seeing her. This past absence had been longer—you hadn’t come out of the barrow for a long time. But you are here now. It is good to see your friends again.

Especially since they’re such horny friends.

She leans one shoulder against the branches of her tree, and reaches back with her other hand. It slides over the swell of her hips, and around her ass to spread it. She arches her back, showing you her rosebud, and beneath it her slit, already wet with her excitement. She lets go, and while she is too firm to jiggle, she does bounce.

She looks back at you. “So,” she says with a sly smirk, “what’ll it be? Pleasure for pleasure?”

That was how it started. You make deals, it's part of who and what you are, and that had been the first between the two of you: pleasure for pleasure. But now…

“Actually,” you say, slipping out of your boots, “I have something a little more ambitious in mind.”

“Oh?” She turns to face you, arms behind her back and a grin on her face. “And what might that be?”

“I’m looking for a Hero,” you say, stepping forward. “Nobody specific, but I need them weak. First or second level, weak. And I need them out here, not behind their walls and pallisades.”

She steps towards you, and wraps her arms around your neck. “Anything else? Man or woman? Alone or in a group.” She purrs. “Fuckable?”

You think for a moment. “Alone would be preferable, but I can work with a group.” You wrap one of your arms around her, and slide your hand down the small of her back. “The level is what I need.”

She strains her head up to nibble on your earlobe. “You know my price,” she whispers.