Doggy Style

"On your hands and knees slut," commanded Jester with more fire in his voice than Sha'Kir had heard in the last few days. Some of his vigor from their first meeting seemed to have returned, but at the moment she didn't care about his sudden burst of energy, just that he used it to fuck her. The she-Orc obediently shifted so he could get off the bedroll before getting into place. She had her face down into the pillow and her luscious ass stuck in the air. With her head down like it was, she missed the smirk on his face and the quick incantation that reignited the glow in his cock that had been dying since he had cum.

It had taken a lot of energy to get this spell perfected in time, but now he could do it easily. His cum would set her body ablaze with passion and the more of it she took, the more addicted she would become. That was the crux of his plan and now that she was starting down this road it would lighten how much magic he needed to expend daily to keep putting thoughts in her head about her husband's love for her. Soon, she would face a choice that would either save her marriage or destroy it.

With that thought in mind, Jester lined his cock up with her soaked pussy and plunged in without a moment of hesitation. Sha'Kir moaned huskily into the pillow as he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her with all the might his skinny frame would allow. Had she not already been under the effects of his magic, she probably wouldn't have enjoyed this frantic rutting quite as much, but now her body was sensitive and thirsted for his touch. Thrust after thrust drove her face into the pillow and Jester chuckled as she started to babble incoherently about how good he was.

"Sit up higher slut! I want to hear your moaning better."

Sha'Kir propped herself up more with her arms so that she wasn't being muffled by the pillow and happily complied, screaming for him to fill her more. Wanting to savor the feeling of her married pussy, Jester slowed his thrusts but made sure to put a little more effort into each one. The rhythmic slaps of his hips meeting her ass were punctuated by moans and cries of pleasure from the Orc. After a few minutes, he adjusted his speed again to further make the experience last, but Sha'Kir didn't allow that. She suddenly threw her head back and screamed "OOOOHHHH FUCK Y-YEEESSSSSS" as a hard climax hit her. The Orc's pussy clamped down hard and Jester's cock and the sudden spasm pushed him over the edge. He gave a grunt that was an odd mixture of pleasure and anger as his play time was cut short and his second load seeded her pussy with more of his magic. That second burst of magic was just as potent as the first. Sha'Kir felt the energy hit her and her third orgasm crashed right on the heels of her second. Once more she squirted hard as she came and this time it was Jester instead of the bedroll that was coated in her copious amount of honey.

"Great, now I must be cleaned. Slut, wash me down since it was your mess."

Sha'Kir had fallen forward into the pillow again and slid off of his cock and almost didn't hear him in her blissful state. With a groan, she lazily stood and moved to find a rag and some water, his cum still flowing down her leg. Though his time was cut short, Jester wanted to laugh. Even cleaned up a bit, there would be no denying the smell of sex around the camp and his bedroll was drenched with it. Grey would definitely know what went on here when he returned.

"We're being watched," Grey whispered to Hanna as they kept moving deeper into the forest. He hadn't been sure at first, but he was picking up sensations. Fear, excitement, hope.... All mingled and constantly fluctuating. Whoever it was watching kept moving. Sometimes to their left, sometimes to the right. At times it seemed like their watcher was ahead of them, and other times behind. This left Grey with the feeling that it wasn't just one individual. And if there were multiple Dryad in this forest, then it was possible that the reason he had such a hard time tracking their movements was because they were slipping into the trees and using them to hide.

"Are you sure? I don't see or hear anything."

"Yeah. I think it it several people. Dryads most likely. Hiske knows we are coming, so hopefully word will have reached her that we're here. I'd hate to be searching this damn forest into the evening."

"And what's wrong with a leisurely walk in the forest at night?" This came from behind them. Grey whirled and found himself face to face with a Dryad. How she had gotten so close without him feeling her emotions was beyond him. She had to be old and powerful to hide herself so well.

"Hiske?"

"The same," she said with a smile. The dryad looked human, but with a greenish brown tone to her skin. Her hair was dark, with leaves actually growing out of it. Her body was smaller and thinner than a humans, with long and delicate fingers. Her eyes were dark and didn't quite seem to feel the smile on her face. And she was naked, save for some odd bark-like growth that covered her tits and pussy. When she noticed Grey's eyes on those parts of her body, her smile brightened.

"Oh, those can be removed," she said and gently brushed the bark aside and let it fall to the ground. Her nipples were already erect and a darker green than the rest of her skin and her pussy was bare and a slight sheen of her excitement could be seen on its lips.

"I take it you know our deal? I help you in exchange for the loggers going away. But I don't mind us getting on friendly terms before we begin."