Wait in the courtyard.

Before anything else, you return to your room. After a long time of being out, you change out of your adventuring clothes, and leave your sword by the bed. After a Mend spell attempt, you don't see any difference in the damage on the blade, so you're not certain what happened exactly. For now, you dress back in your nicer blue attire meant to be worn around the house. It's not as protective or durable, but it's far more comfortable. Your other clothes also need to be washed pretty badly.

Then, you head outside.

The sun is still shining. It's not only a beautiful sight gazing out into the yard, but the smell is relaxing as well. The scent of flowers and grass fills your mind with feelings of safety, life, and love. As the wind blows harder for a moment, several loose petals drift through the air past your face. A flock of birds lift up from Peony's tree and disappear into the sky.

You walk along the path, and you see the girl in question. She's sitting at the base of said tree. A single bird remains, and it stands in the palm of her hand. She turns her white gaze slowly to meet your entrance. "Hello again, m'lord. Do you need something?"

"Actually, everyone is working on a meal in the kitchen right now, so I've come to hang out until they're ready. We're gonna eat out here," you reply.

"That's wonderful! But you know I don't mind that you eat indoors. I'm just happy to be here."

"Of course, but we've been gone for awhile. Unless you mind--"

"No, no!" As she sits up, the bird flies away. She moves to her feet so quickly that she nearly falls over. "I'm so happy. The idea of eating dinner with my husband fills my chest with joy."

"Right... That whole marriage thing. I'm still a little confused about that," you admit.

"It means I am here for you, forever."

"But for a dryad, it's like, different than human marriage."

She tilts her head. "I don't understand."

"Well, marriage is usually between two people, and it's like the ultimate commitment. I guess there are polyamorous couples that get married too, but most of the time, it means those two will be together forever, and that means with nobody else either. The two of us haven't even dated before, so it would be a little odd..."

You expect her to be upset, though she giggles. "Oh my. That's silly to me. If a handsome man like you gives a name to a dryad like me, we're forever bound. I don't understand what that has to do with other girls. It just means I'll always be here for you. Nothing else. I don't think I really understand your culture yet."

"We don't even spend that much time together."

"You're not making a lot of sense."

"Never mind... Do you want to sit together while we wait?"

"Yes please!" She reaches out and takes your hand, and guides you beneath the tree. She sits down, and you do as well. It's strange to think about how she's unable to stray too far from any given tree, effectively rooting her to this home. If it wasn't for Nyllia's party, she'd have been stuck out in the field possibly forever.

You lean back against the trunk. "What's it like, not being able to roam freely?"

She scoots closer to you. "I should be asking you what it's like to wander all over the place without any trees around. That seems so strange."

"Fair enough. I guess we have completely different perspectives."

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid though back when I was trapped. I kept thinking about how if I was able to exist like others, I could have escaped, but it makes me uncomfortable thinking about being away from nature."

"You're nature itself, Peony. So even if you could go anywhere--"

She gasps. "I... That's so sweet, m'lord. Am I that beautiful?"

"Well, I didn't actually say that, but you are beautiful yeah."

She runs her fingers back through her leafy hair and scoots against you as close as she can get. "My husband is so sweet. I can't believe how fortunate I am."

I feel kind of bad that she keeps calling me her husband, but we've barely done anything together. I guess a dryad's version of marriage isn't at all the same thing. She seems pretty happy, so I shouldn't actually feel bad. Whatever I'm doing, it's exactly what she wants.

You're not certain how much time passes. It's so relaxing, sitting with Peony. The two of you enjoy the quiet sound of nature, and the view of a sunny afternoon. But suddenly, you look down at the sudden sensation of soft fingers against your leg. She starts drawing them up towards your thigh, and you tense up. She looks up towards you affectionately.

"Oh!" she says, catching you off guard. "Hold on one moment."

"Uh. All right."

She gets up and hurries off into the garden. Time passes again, but she finally returns and bends over before you. "Say aah."

"Aah?"

From behind, she pulls out a single chive, and she places it into your mouth. You close your lips around it, and begin to chew it like a farmer. It's a fresh herb, grown by Peony herself. You guess everyone really is helping make food today.

She then sits down beside you, but turns. She brings her legs over top of yours, and decides that sitting this way is more comfortable. It's certainly more intimate as well. "Is it good?" she asks.

You readjust it in your mouth. "Refreshing. Thank you."

Peony giggles, and scoots up your legs. Once again, you feel the sudden touch of her fingers, but much higher this time. They press against your thigh a few inches away from your cock. As she massages her hand against you, she brushes up against it for a moment, and then finally keeps her hand still. She may be made of plant-stuff, but she's still warm.

"You're certainly sitting really close," you say. You munch down the rest of the chive.

"Of course, m'lord. We're bound to each other," she whispers back. Her hand starts moving again, and it slides right over your shaft, where she holds it. "We should always be close. I'm here for you. That means for anything."

Your body tingles at her touch and her words. "The others are in the building right beside us. Probably not the best ti--"

With one hand on your cheek, she leans forward and kisses you on the lips. It's passionate, and it lingers. Her tongue slides into your mouth, and brushes up against your own. Peony tastes like herbs, much like the chive she just fed you. It's such a strange sensation. Though she looks like she's made of plants, and she tastes like that too, she feels in every other way like a real woman. Her eyes flutter closed, and she continues to gently bite your lower lip as she pulls away. Her eyes once again open, and she gazes up towards you, all while her other hand starts to tighten around your cock. It responds, and begins hardening in her grasp.

"Just for a moment," she whispers. "You had a long adventure."

You try to muster an argument, but her hand begins to stroke over the front of your trousers. You look nervously to the manor, but nobody's around any of the windows. The door is still. It seems that everybody is still off in the kitchen. Your eyes return to the dryad, and you place your hand on her cheek this time. "It was exhausting."

"Then let me make you feel better." She lifts herself up, and crawls herself over your body. She reaches down, and unfastens your belt just enough to begin dragging down the front of your pants. Her petal-soft fingers side down your underpants, and brush over your hardened cock. She pops it out, and wraps her sensual grip around the shaft to begin stroking immediately. "I've never seen a real cock before."

You gasp. Your eyes look down her curvy, feminine form, clothed by nothing. She stares right at you the entire time as well. Slowly, she strokes up and down from base to the head, and her pace steadily increases. "This is amazing," she says. "It's so warm, and so hard. I hope I'm doing it right. I've never..."

"Oh, you're d-doing great," you reply.

She smiles wide. "It's just... instinct."

With her other hand, she touches your cheek like before, and with yours on hers, you pull her forwards into your lips. She moans out in surprise as you give her a passionate kiss, and her grip around you tightens. She starts jerking you off even faster now.

Her breaths are sensual--quiet moans of pleasure. The sensation of the kiss is something else. She tastes so good, like a pot of freshly grown plants. Her skin is also incredibly tender, like a flower. Everything she does is done with affection as well. You can tell that she wants you to cum so badly, and it makes it even hotter. She jerks rapidly, and you feel your balls swell. At the same time, your heart races. If someone were to come through that door right now, things would probably end very badly for you. This is a quickie that needs to be quick.

She slowly pulls her lips away and whispers, "Please, let it all out for me..."

You take a sudden, sharp inhale as your orgasm approaches. She tilts your cock to the side, and jerks you off to the point of no return. You tense up, and with several pulses, you unload off into the grass beside you. Though as you do, she slowly leans down, and licks her tongue across the tip, getting some in her mouth. She swallows it down, and looks to you with interest. You continue to ejaculate a few more times before your cock calms down.

"It tastes so interesting," she says under her breath.

Suddenly, the door swings open.

"Crap!" You quickly reach down to grab your cock and attempt to cram it back down into your pants. The girls start making their way out into the courtyard, and you turn away, frantically trying to hide your shame. You slip your underwear and everything else back up, and stumble to your feet as you tighten your belt. When you turn back around, Peony is still kneeling in the grass.

When you look back to the manor, you see each of the girls carrying something. There are blankets, baskets, mugs, and more. Your heart is racing a mile a minute, but thankfully, nobody seems to have seen you get a quick handjob from the dryad.

You put your hand on your chest. I swear, I'm going to age faster living in this world.

The others make their way over. With a basket in one hand, Eva waves with her other. "Heya! It took awhile, but I think we've got ourselves an awesome picnic meal. Let's lay things out and get eating. My stomach keeps rumbling."

"Same here," Niki says. She then leans forward and peers at Peony. "Hey. You got something here," she says, pointing at her own lip.

You look in terror at the bit of something on her bottom lip.

Peony wipes it with her finger, and then plops that finger into her mouth. "Sorry," she says with a smile. "I was just having some nectar from the garden."