Take care of the monsters

She’d heard several complaints about the monsters native to these woods; they were called dryads, if she remembered. Fast, strong, with a tendency to gang up on the unwary traveller. And, luckily enough, had a distinct weakness to the magical fire this garb let her wield.

She wouldn’t be surprised if taking care of them saved a soul or two; they did threaten life in the nearby villages.

Just so long as she avoided those villages while she was in this garb. Lightning glanced down, trying futilely to push the split ends of her skirt forwards, trying to get the tear to just show off a toned thigh rather than her cunt.

No luck. With an irate sigh, Lightning turned her attention back to the forest. If she had her bearings, that way would be sealed off by vines, while that way was the village, and that way was the dryad nest she’d heard about.

The nest it was!

Dryads were fierce, flying things; maybe half the size of a human, but with long arms and lightning-fast movement, to say nothing of their innate mastery of wind magic.

Still, Lightning had confidence in her power. If not confidence in her dress; she ducked behind a tree when a traveller passed.

Then she moved on, down a thin, winding path; and there! She heard the chittering of the creatures.

She leapt out and drew first blood with a wave of fire; half a dozen dryads survived the inferno, one giving a loud cry that Lightning had grown to hate.

It was how the summoned reinforcements; more than once, before, she’d gotten into a fight with these things and they’d summoned others of their kind faster than she could kill the first wave. Hopefully this new garb would make a difference.

She threw another ball of fire, then hastily stepped back to evade a lunge while she let her energy quickly replenish. Magic did take a little out of her; still, in no time at all she was back on form, blasting out at the new dozen different creatures, on top of the ones that had already been in the clearing.

A dryad sent a rush of wind at her; normally she’d have shrugged it off. This time however it was at just the right angle to send the slit in her skirt flaring up, a sudden wind reaching her pussy lips.

Flushing, distracted from the fight, Lightning drew her hands in to quickly push her skirt down; in that instant she dropped her guard and a dryad dove in closer.

No! She managed to hastily evade, years of training kicking in, and the blow just ghost past her shoulder-

And a razor-sharp talon sliced the shoulder strap of her dress. Damn it, how fragile was this thing?!

The right corner of her dress slipped down, now unsupported, and a breast slipped out. Reddening, Lightning used one hand to grab the strap, lifting it up and holding it in place.

Any other time and she’d have shifted out of the costume, but this was the only thing she had that stood a chance against these dryads; with her free hand she dispatched a handful of them with another roar of fire.

And then felt her heart sink as she heard a rallying cry, and saw a dozen more of the things come soaring out of the trees.

She whirled around on the spot, looking in all directions, trying to send the fire spell out as fast as she could. Fuck, she was surrounded. Her cheeks still coloured, though she pointedly didn’t look down to see her pussy being flashed each time she moved her legs.

She looked quite a sight, holding up a corner of her dress with one hand, desperately waving the other, giving a cry of mixed humiliation and irritation when a wind spell from a dryad sent her skirt whirling up and exposing her.

When a dryad got close she had to bat it away, often needing her second hand, and letting a glimpse of a boob sneak out before she corrected her dress.

Damn it, there were so many of them.