Cherry, the dryad

Korr takes a moment to think, but, really, the choice is obvious. The opportunity to bang a dryad doesn't come often, and he'd be silly not to take it.

"We could invite Cherry, if you want," he proposes, his voice bearing much less conviction that he wishes to convey. Any regular mortal would look drab next to his wit- the witch, next to the witch, so she doesn't need to fear being outshined by a third partner in bed... but, a powerful arcane entity like a dryad...

Stella lifts her chin and puffs her chest, as if her mind went in a similar direction. Yet, she looks completely confident; She's ready and eager to face this challenge, to show that she shall not be outdone in the bedroom. She makes an arcane gesture with her hand, sending a new directive to her puppets to go and deliver an invitation to the dryad.

While they wait, Korr makes himself comfortable, taking off most of his clothes and sitting on the side of the bed. His ceremonial garments lay on the ground in a pile, which the witch magically moves into a hamper with a flick of the wrist.

There is a knock at the door, and then Korr gasps when he sees a pair of glowing eyes on the door, followed by the rest of Cherry's body. Since the door is made of wood, the forest spirit simply phases through it, as if walking through a waterfall.

Korr can't decide whether the dryad's current covering count as her being naked or dressed; Large leaves are strategically placed over her chest, torso and hips, making it look like she's wearing a skintight low-cut green dress that ends halfway down her hips.

She does not look particularly happy, and Stella meets her eyes with an equivalent glare. There seems to be some history between these two, and Korr wonders if maybe it was a mistake to pick the dryad.

Then, the glowing eyes turn towards him, and he feels a mix of exhilaration and anxiety upon being observed by such an ethereal being.

"So, this is your new plaything?" Cherry asks Stella, without taking her eyes off him.

"His name is Korr," the witch states coldly. Korr doesn't quite know how to feel about the fact that she didn't confirm or rebuke the plaything comment.

"And he knows how to please a woman?"

"He does the job," Stella answers, throwing a flirty look in Korr's direction.

Cherry approaches the orc, looking him up and down. As she gets closer, her form becomes even more tantalizing. The light in her eyes moves, as if they were filled with luminous golden water. When she glances down between his legs, her lips quiver faintly, and the tip of a soft-looking tongue dips out for a split second.

"Lay down," the wooden beauty orders.

Korr gets on his back, his head tilted up so he can keep an eye on her. Besides him, Stella is climbing on the bed, with only a pair of lavender lace undergarment; Her gossamer dress is already floating away towards the hamper.

Cherry climbs on top of him with unexpected grace. Furthermore, her barkskin is remarkably warm, and seems to be getting warmer. While tracing her fingers over Korr's muscled torso, she exhales loudly. Her breath smells of pine, morning dew, flowers and berries. It's intoxicating.

Stella grabs the dryad's midsection, grabbing her attention, and then kisses her softly on the lips. It seems she doesn't want the first kiss of the night to be between Cherry and Korr.

When they part lips, a thin string of amber fluid links their mouth. A sharp noise resonates through the room when Stella slaps the dryad's rear, making her antlers rustle. Then, she grabs the dryad by the scruff of the neck, before pushing her face down against Korr's.

Her luminous eyes shine brighter, and small pointy teeth scrape against her bottom lip. Her hands land on his arms, then climb up to his shoulders, and then his neck. She's holding the sides of his head and letting out rushed breaths as Stella gently pushes her down.

The dryad's mouth tastes exquisite. Her saliva is thick and sweet, and it reminds Korr of the one time Stella made him try an imported syrup made of tree sap. It's delicious, and they keep kissing long after the witch releases her grip on the wooden creature. Korr hungrily pushes his tongue inside, exploring every nook of the woman's delicious mouth.

Her kiss is not enough to make him forget Stella, and he moves his hand on her while tasting the dryad. Stella doesn't waste any time, grabbing his hand and pushing it down between her legs. His other hand moves on the dryad's butt, who lets out a tiny moan as his finger moves beneath her leaves. Her nether region is covered in something akin to lichen, making it soft and oddly satisfying to touch. The lithe forest beauty grinds herself against his chest when he pushes his fingers further.

Their kiss come to an end when the dryad sits up, letting out a harsh breath and looking to the witch.

"Okay, he seems good with his mouth, I'll give him that," she admits, placing one hand on her chest. While she's sitting on his torso, Korr notices the leaves moving down from her breasts, as if her dress was slowly doffing itself.

"And that was just kissing," Stella says in a braggy tone. There is a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, and Cherry responds with an involuntary giggle.

The dryad's wooden skin expand a little, and a faint orange glow can be seen within the cracks. Korr doesn't know much about tree spirits' physiology, but he hopes her cracking is a good thing.

Silently, the two magical women move on top of Korr, with Cherry moving towards his face and Stella moving towards his crotch. He licks his lips in anticipation.