FlashFill Friday: Springtime for Dryads
This week's #FlashFillFriday will be about Diana and some lively plants!
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Springtime for Dryads
Prompt: It's springtime so Diana is bringing the world back to life, only the plants are a little more, uh, lively than she expected... vine bondage, face sitting and orgasm denial, oh my!
Diana had counted the hours. It was time. Spring was upon the world by the order of her brother Apollo and she set out to return life to the earth. Sol was melting the snow on the mountains and Diana coaxed the plants and animals back from the stillness of winter. She felt the sap flowing, leaves growing, green and dots of colour adorning the landscape that had been barren and black and white. The ritual always got her juices to flow as well, the pure energy of life coursing through her veins and the land she roused from winter.
Saplings eagerly shot up where she set her foot and flowers bloomed where she passed by. Content with her work, Diana sat down by a tree, evergreen ivy climbing its sturdy trunk. The grass was wet with dew, moistening her dress. Shesighed and lay back, looking up into the crown of the tree. The geniusof the place was present in the plants, in the earth, in the waters. It looked right back downat her, a dryad, the spirit of the tree. With a mischievous grin, the ivy crept around her arms and ankles, a soft, tickling sensation.
“You feel so good,” the dryad said, “Your divinity… it overflows with life. Stay.”
The vines tightened around Diana, a delicate pattern designed to hold her tight. She chuckled.
“You think these can hold me, little nymph?” she asked. “I could destroy them with a blink.”
“But will you?” The dryad approached on bark-like feet. Her green skin was mossy and her fingers gnarly and rigid. She was teeming with the sap of spring. “When I have such a nice gift for you?”
The ivy held Diana in place like a well-packed parcel. She watched the dryad as she exposed her dewy womanhood to her. The lips looked soft, like petals, and wet like a flower after a warm rain. Diana gulped. She had yet to meet a cunt she didn’t like. The dryad lowered herself upon her face, drops of the tree’s arousal wetting her face before she felt her swollen folds on her. Diana felt her need, the zest for life she herself had roused. She opened her mouth, her tongue sweeping over the furrow like a warm breeze. The dryad sighed, her mossy skin growing long, green sporophytes. Diana grinned. That was a tree nymph at peak fertility. She had no doubt this land was going to prosper. No reason not to enjoy herself. She licked up the juices, sweet, divine dew, causing her floral friend to root herself in the soil with both feet, thick shoots penetrating the dark earth, and beautiful blossoms springing from her twig-like hair. Her whole body was reacting and Diana was relishing every moment. The ivy was overgrowing, fresh leaves unfurling everywhere, covering her almost completely. Diana tongued the dryad’s dripping hole, drawing a moan from the nymph. She could taste her juices, hear her pleasure, feel her pent-up desire…
The ivy fell away from her limbs. Diana’s tongue stilled. She rose from the bed of ivy and moss.
“Now, my dear, find yourself some pollen to fertilise you. You’re not getting any more ready than this.”
FIN
If you enjoy dryad lesfic, here is a story about Demeter taking care of a dryad in her sacred grove, illustrated by sapphic artist Sinita. If plant-based BDSM is your thing, you might also be intrigued by Demeter punishing Minthe for bad-mouthing her daughter. Find all sapphic fiction here.
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