The Unholy Seduction of Feya the Dryad (IC - CLOSED)

[Zamdrist]

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Characters/Players
Feya- Zamdrist
Kasma - prissy_kytten

Non-Player Characters
Salix - Grand Matriarch willow tree in Feya's forest.
Qalbas - Ancient oak tree that Feya is bound with.

Premise: Succubus seduces Dryad, see OOC thread.

Orientation: Lesbian

Tone/Flavor: Highly erotic but mild word usage

Setting: Forest, cave, other

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Feya ran like the wind.

She did not run because she was in a hurry, nor did she run because she was pursued. She ran for the pure joy of it. The late summer air warmed her face, cheeks rosy with a healthy glow. Tears ran past her aqua colored eyes as the wind blew past them. A long stream of tawny hair trailed past her as a flower flew off swept away in Feya's wake. While her forest, and it was her forest, was thick with undergrowth, and many trees of various ages, they all gave way to her. Her step never hindered by a root or branch, her thoughts reached out gently conveying her intentions and they were obeyed. Her bare footed strides carried her quickly, propelled by slim athletic legs lightly browned this time of year. She wore only a skirt of Willow strands held together by beautifully woven moth silk. It was a gift from Salix, the ancient Willow whom Feya thought of as a grand-matriarch. She had worn it for as long as she could remember and treasured it dearly. At her waist was a simple knife made completely of wood and fashioned with a sharp edge. Around her neck and resting atop her full naked bosom were woven a string of white lilies and pink lady-slippers. She was a faerie down to her toes and a bewitching beauty that would strike any male dumb with love.

She continued to run. Up ahead was a silvery stream. The shallow waters roiled in anticipation of her arrival. Feya didn't miss a beat and playful sloshed through the stream. Colorful rainbow trout leaped up swishing their tails and splashing water upon Feya. She laughed and giggled with pleasure. Her water-borne friends could always be counted on for fun. On the opposite bank grew a small grove of apple trees. Their offerings rested on the soft grass and Feya picked out one for herself. As she passed her hand caressed their trunks, giving thanks. Ahead was the matriarchal Willow and Feya gladly lie under her arms. Between her branches the last of the days sunlight shone and began to dry the stream's water and perspiration from her skin. Salix stirred at Feya's presence and gentle branches reached out for her. Feya crunched into her apple as the long strands caressed her form. They often played this game, especially when Feya felt lonesome. The matriarch's touch was soothing and calming. It's strands slid along her legs, across her stomach and coiled around her ankles. Lightly and with care born of affection leafy ends brushed over the Feya's breasts. She smiled sweetly, her eyes half closed. Furtively several branches slid up her leg to caress her upper thigh. Feya squirmed playfully in a fit of giggles and rolled over on her stomach. Naughty Salix! Giggled Feya. She spat out an apple seed at the Willow. She could almost imagine Salix smiling as its branches curved and curled under its boughs. Feya blew her a kiss and smiled herself.

Feya was on her feet again, skipping past Salix conveying her goodbyes. She felt a familiar tug at her conscience as her dear oak, Qalbas called out to her. This reminded Feya of her original intentions for setting out. She wanted to gather some of the sweeter nuts from the younger oaks on the fringes of her forest. Skipping along, quite child-like she made her way to a grove she often visited. On the fringes of the forest loomed an impressive mountain. The forest thinned, the trees and undergrowth becoming less and less. The young oaks quivered at her presence, making Feya smile fondly. She made her way around their trunks, gathering up the oak nuts, stowing them away in a pocket of her skirt. Feya greeted each, her hand passing over their bark affectionately, and careful not to forget anyone.

It was then that something unusual caught her attention.

Was it a sound? Then she saw an orange flicker of light, or was it a flame? Part of the way up the mountainside she saw this. Not far off. And once again she felt the oak Qalbas reach out to her. Feya concentrated, listening, and peering along the mountainside. She decided to investigate as it wasn't a far distance and made her way carefully. Trees gave way to small bushes and scrub, grass gave way to wild weed and stone. The ground inclined as she moved further up.

It was then that she saw the cave.

The flicker of orange flame definitely came from here, thought Feya. She couldn't be sure of the noise she had heard though. The cave entrance was partially obscured by thick bushes, and oddly enough the bushes were nearly mute and only conveyed nonsense. The rocky formations hid the cave well in daylight it seemed, but with the now setting sun, its light gave away the secret. Qalbas's call came more urgently to her now. She was in a dilemma. She could not go much further or risk hurting Qalbas, but she could go a bit further. Curiosity it seemed won out for now as Feya decided to press on with caution.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Kasma stretched her long lithe form as she awake from her slumber. Last night had started out as usual with her trip into the village to seduce a human to drain their energy so that she might stay in the Human realm.

Last nights human had been a young woman one of the little village Mayor’s daughters. Kasma had come across her as she was entering the barn to feed her mare. Taking her female human form she had slowly quietly walked up behind the curvy brunette and snaked her hand around her body letting her fingers wonder lightly up and down the lush curves. Slowly turning the beauty around in her embrace she gently cupped the girls face and then kissed her lightly at first and then adjusting as the girl began to respond. Teasing the girls lips with the tip of her tongue Kasma felt the girls energy begin to transfer into her body, it felt exquisite, the slow trickle of ones life force slipping through your veins. Deeping the kiss allowing her tongue to come in contact with the beauties once more Kasma laid the drained girl down in the hay and turned and left the barn. Tomorrow she would need more energy then a simple kiss allowed.

Snapping out of her memory of the night before Kasma slowly stood letting her bat like wings stretch out as she walked towards her cave entrance, down below the sun was starting to set and the forest was alive with the night. Bending down to gather some branches she had gathered the night before she thought she had glimpsed something in the stream not sure it was not a trick of the light she turned and went back in to cave to build a fire to cook her dinner on.

Placing the wood in the fire pit and striking the flint over the dry tinder she watched as the spark sprang to life and then turned to her look through her food supply. While Kasma’s main source of energy was humans she still need to keep her body nourished so that she could shift forms. Looking through her carved out box she had stolen from the village she found some cabbage, carrots, potatoes and spices. Thinking it would make a good soup she sat down on her stone stool and began cutting the vegetable with her knife.

Once everything was prepared Kasma placed the pot on the hook over the fire. Then walked to the cave enterence and watched as the sun was setting signaling the beginning of yet another night in the human realm how many was that now that she had managed to stay away from her master? 10? 12? She was not sure but she knew that she would pay in blood for each night she remained here.

 

[Zamdrist]

Belying her typically carefree innocent nature, Feya made her way carefully along the face of the mountainside and edged her way closer to the cave entrance. Hidden between a boulder and gathering of bushes she knelt in the generous shadows afforded her by the setting sun. What she saw next she was unprepared for.

Feya gasped silently.

A creature like none she seen before stood just inside the entrance. It was looking out at the sunset, now just over the tree tops of her forest. Feya was mesmerized by the figure. She saw what only could be described as a pale nude woman, of some race, with bat like wings grown out its back. The creature's skin was etched with curious, if foreboding markings. She wondered what portent the markings held. Lush hair spilled down the back, shades of midnight and blood red. The bare form was pleasing, with small breasts, a lithe shape toned with muscle. She saw sharp looking fangs peeking out from the corners of its mouth. How curious! Horns grew out the sides of its head not unlike a satyr would have. The pale woman's beauty was terrible to behold and Feya stood motionless with her mouth open.

It was then this creature turned its gaze upon Feya. Its haunting eyes shifted between violet and blue. Those eyes flared wide upon seeing her and Feya was filled with a sudden panic. She had been holding her breath, and in panic a cry of alarm escaped her. She pulled back, her hiding spot now revealed she burst off in a run, and now she did run like she was pursued. As quick as she could she sprinted back down the mountainside. She risked a glance over her shoulder only to see it in pursuit. Those wondrous wings spread wide like the bat they foreshadowed, and luminous blue eyes verily glowed. Qalbas the oak weakly yet desperately called out to Feya. How foolish she had been! She only needed to reach one of those young oaks and she would be safe. The flying creature behind her was gaining quickly. It let out a fell cry, conveying what, she had no idea but the fright of it lent her the burst of speed to reach the fringe of her forest and the grove of young oaks. She threw her arms around its trunk. Feya turned her head to see the wondrous creature swoop and land just an arm's length away. Feya's form began to dissipate as the creature stood there looking on but did not approach further. Feya was struck again by its feral beauty, intrigued more so when it titled its head aside in curiosity at Feya. Qalbas then pulled Feya back to him, magically transporting her back to the safety of his wooded sanctum.

Qalbas calmed noticeably with Feya's return, while Feya sat with her knees up to her breasts pondering what had transpired. Oddly she regretted running off like she had. Her mind's eye turned over the images she recalled. How fascinating! Was it a fell beast? Yet it was so beautiful, she could not be sure. She recalled the terrible etchings along its skin, and its womanly form, breasts like her own if only slighter. Without forethought or conscience Feya's delicate fingers caressed her nipples as the memories stubbornly stayed with her. She lie there soothing herself and slowly nodded off, a breast cupped in her hand, the excited nipple not softening until slumber overcame her.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Kasma

Kasma was standing in the entrance to her cave watching as the sun set beneath the trees of the forest below, her mind on the night ahead and the scent of her soup cooking over the fire. She was about to turn back to the cave when a noise in the bush caught her attention.

There before her eyes was the haunting beauty of not a human but a Dryad. Kasma barely had a moment to contemplate what the tawny haired Dryad would be doing in the mountains before it took off running full force towards the forest.

Kasma being attracted to all things exotic rare took flight after the female clad only in adornments and a skirt that appeared to made of nothing but willow. To a creature such as Kasma, the lack of clothing meant nothing as she never understood why humans bothered to put such restrictions on their bodies.

With her strong wings stretched to full length she soared downward falling the Dryad, gaining on her with every second, not sure if she was stalking tonight’s prey or being urged on by some all together different need.

Just as she landed an arms length away from the exotic aqua eyed curiosity she vanished into and oak tree. Kasma had heard that some creatures could do this but had never witnessed it first hand. Not sure what she should do first she passed in front of the tree to see if the beauty would emerge again then realized that she had left the fire going in her cave, not a good idea the light might attract a less friendly creature if noticed after darkness fell.

As she made her way back up the mountain Kasma could think of little else then those aqua eyes the curiosity that lurked within them. She was confused as to why the Dryad had fled but did not blame her, for she was a demon and in her current state had full fangs and leather wings, what creature of beauty would be attracted to such a beast.

Once back in her cave Kasma put her fire out and ate some of her soup not really tasting it but eating it none the less. Once she had her fill she set out to find that nights human. Gliding once more from her cave she circled the village subconsciously looking for a tawny haired female to mate with. When she spotted a slim young female with long tawny hair she took her elfin form. She waited for her prey to enter the alley way between the tavern and the inn. The young girl not more then 18 summers must have been one of the serving wenches at the tavern as she left the shelter of the door way she thought nothing of coming down the alley to make her trip home shorter. Once with in reach Kasma stepped out from the shadows and gently laid her hand on the girls arm.


The girl looked as if she might protest but then stopped as her eyes met Kasma’s, looking in those eyes that were golden not the aqua ones that Kasma’s sought was enough to make her lose control. Instead of kissing the girl to drain her of energy Kasma shifted forms once more into a drow male, ripping the young girls cloths off she through her to the ground pulled her legs apart, not even checking to see if she was ready Kasma plowed her sheath, pummeling her over and over, feeling her energy as it flowed into from the tawny haired girls body and into her own. Not stopping she locked eyes with the young female stopping her from screaming with the share force of will alone, within minutes it didn’t matter the girl was so drain she was limp beneath Kasma’s lithe body. Kasma could feel the girl’s last drops of life as they flowed through her veins.

Shocked by her own behavior Kasma got up and walked down the alley to the edge of town then transform back to her succubus form, fleeing up the mountains, still with the aqua eyes beauty taunting her every move. How could Kasma find this creature and satisfy her curiosity before it was too late and her demon nature took full hold of her again?

 

[Zamdrist]

Feya

Not unlike a spring ewe Feya stirred peacefully from her sleep. On a bed of soft forest leavings she lie, still cradling her breasts, knees pulled up to her chest. Stretching out her legs she took note of the extra moistness between her thighs. This was not particularly unusual but it brought her thoughts immediately back to last evening's encounter. She lie there in a half dreamy state turning over the memories in her mind. With dainty fingers under her willow skirt she stirred the moistness about, shivering in pleasure. Those violet eyes shifting to a deep blue, those terrible and curious etchings on its body. She wondered if they hurt and what their meaning might be. Those black leathery wings, the fangs. It was all confusing and curious but she could not tally longer and needed to get about her day's activities. Qalbas reached out to her and his familiar tone was soothing. Feya probed the oak's conscience for anything untoward, recalling the anguish she caused the night before. She sensed nothing amiss and was glad for that. She hooked her wood-fashioned blade to the waist of her skirt and like only a dryad could, passed through the tree, departing the wooden sanctuary out into the forest.

It was a beautiful morning and the sun warmed Feya's skin. Her worries were swept away for the moment. Feya threw her head back, eyes closed and smiling sweetly as she let the sun warm her face. She set off, skipping her way along innocently as any girl without a care. Feya made for the warm springs and refreshing grotto she visited daily. The steamy pool of fresh bubbling water was enveloped in a circle of thick populus trees and dense berry bushes. With care she set aside her willow skirt and stepped into the waters nude. Friendly birds perched about the trees fluttered excitedly and chirped musically. The warm waters were divine and Feya submerged as she let the waters wash over her hair. She reemerged and let the water run down, the sun sparkled brightly off the droplets that fell from her nude form. Feya was pleased to see a young doe chewing the berry bush leaves, her family nearby. She reached out to the doe with her mind but was greeted with adolescent nonsense. Feya smiled knowing that would change soon as the doe grew into adulthood. Feya stepped out of the spring and drank generously from the gurgling grotto. The cool water was refreshing and nourishing. The baby doe and Feya partook of the plentiful berries encircling the pool. The doe nudged Feya's hand and giggling Feya shared her clutch of berries with her. Feya replaced the skirt around her waist and said her goodbyes to the doe and her family.

The rest of Feya's day was spent replenishing her stow of nuts, fruits and roots. She made her way around the forest dutifully thanking all her tree friends for their tasty gifts. The birches were predictably stodgy and stiff in their manner, the pines were formal if sweet and kind in their replies. The oaks, whom with Feya were most familiar with chatted like the close friends they were. Eventually Feya made her way back to Salix and the matriarch's soothing presence. She lie there listening to Salix speak of days long gone by and of dryads before her. Feya wanted to ask Salix about the mysterious creature but puzzled over how to describe what she saw. The words were just unavailable or she did not know them. This frustrated Feya, and Salix, sensing the dryad's mood let her leafy strands fall over her, stroking the girl's form. Feya squirmed with pleasure as the thin strands brushed over her breasts and caressed her nipples. She lie there with her head turned to one side, eyes closed and allowed herself to reflect back on the curious creature. The images came easily to mind. Without any real forethought and instinctively really, Feya's petite hand wandered between parted thighs. Fingers parted moist lips and encircled them. The images of those darkly beautiful eyes, the tattooed markings, the creature's womanly form came forth. The pace of Feya's fingers quickened as did her breathing.

A blue bird perched above on Salix's branches looked on. It's tiny head tilted to one side at the curious sight below it. The form below made unfamiliar quiet noises and moved about in a strange manner. The bird's curiosity spent and lacking any attention span fluttered off. The flapping wings distracted Feya just enough to break the moment. She sighed, somewhat frustrated and confused. She could not quite put her finger on it. The building sensations between her thighs subsided unsatisfactorily and she was left feeling there was something missing. She pondered this as an idea began to form in her mind. Feya sat up with her knees to her breasts, arms wrapped around, thinking. After some careful thought Feya got up. With the sun just starting its journey back down, there was still plenty of daylight left. She made her way back to the fringe of her forest by the young oaks. She did not skip or run like an impetuous girl, but took a slow pace, deliberate with confidence. She looked out past the fringe and up the mountainside where the cave she knew existed. It was not visible but thought she located the vicinity by the bushes she recalled.

Feya brought to mind a beautiful song Salix had taught her. The Elvish song was one that told of a great longing, and sadness at a lover's absence. While Feya did not understand the words very well she sang it nevertheless. Here are the words Feya sung.

I saw a star fade in the
Evening sky,
The dark was too deep and so light died,
Softly pining.

For what might have been,
For what never was.
For a life, long lived
For a love half given

You have fallen.
And I cannot reach you.
Every step I willed you on,
Every moment I lead you to this.
You never left my mind,
Not once, not ever.

* Borrowed from Tolkien
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Feya's voice sung pure and true. The Elvish song floating out from the forest and up the mountainside. She could only sing, and hope it reached the ears of that feral beauty that so haunted her.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Kasma

Kasma lay on the furs in her cave sleeping away the day. Her dreams filled with a tawny haired little Dryad and aqua eyes that could snare ones soul. If one had a soul that is. Kasma tossed and turned as she drempt of a soft touch, small fingers wondering over both old and new scars, the look of wonder in those eyes, the innocence of the young beauty capturing her every thought.

Kasma Knew that what she was feeling was not demon like of her, that the curiosity bordered on more then mere wonder it bordered on fixation, emotion, need. Things that a succubus did not think, feel or even comprehend. Reaching out to touch the exquisite creature only to have it fade into the drained human of last nights foray in to the village, made Kasma break out in cold sweat her, breathing labored she struggled to wake from her dream turned nightmare.

A soft breeze fluttered across her skin, on was carried a voice so pure Kasma thought she was drifting back into the peaceful folds of her fantasy. The notes were sweet, the tune perfect, yet the voice was a mystery, who could master such words, feel so deeply.

Kasma knew no human ever felt this strongly they sang of things, wants, needs, desires, but all were hollow and selfish, this was a song longing, of wonder. Drawn by something in the voice, Kasma rose from her furs stretched her lithe body and spread her wings, with no thought for the yet set sun she set out on the breeze, drawn as if by a siren, a water demon luring its prey.

Down the mountain she sored the voice her guide, once she was close enough she landed, changing into her elfin female form. Her eyes shining violet her long Black hair flowing down her perfectly shaped back, she listened to the last notes of the song and then stepped out from behind the trees only to find the song had been coming from the lips of the Dryad.

Seeing those aqua eyes up close in the daylight left her frozen and unsure of what next to do. Her blood pulsed through her veins, her every instinct to flee as not to feed, yet she remained rooted where she stood, the soft notes of the song long since faded.

 

[Zamdrist]

Feya's song filtered out beyond the forest. Her voice quieted as she saw movement ahead, a figure. She felt like butterflies were fluttering in her breast. An elven women appeared from behind a group of trees, from the direction of the mountain side.

Feya's heart sank though, as the elven figure didn't appear to be the creature she sought. Still, Feya took a tentative step forward. The elven woman's eyes were the same haunting violet, and raven hair spilled down her shoulders.

Feya then guessed the truth of it.

Haltingly, unaccustomed to making verbal speech she spoke.

"Why do you hide your true form?"

 

[prissy_kytten]

Succubus

Lost in a sea of aqua, Kasma was at first startled to hear the butterfly soft words of the Dryad

"Why do you hide your true form?"

More then just the words were the searching, longing that she could sense in the beautiful creatures gaze.

Kasma could not fathom how the unique female with her crystal clear gaze would prefer her true form to her elfin form. Willing to indulge her in fancy she stepped back twice and closed her eyes willing her wings to come fourth from her skin, slowly they grew out spreading stretching, her skin paled and her scars became clear once more.

"Is this how you long to see me? When last you saw my true form you fled, does my elfin form not please your eyes???"

Kasma felt strange speaking in the language that was native to this wood, she had picked up some of it from her frequent trips to the human realm, but hand never had need to give voice to her words before.

 

[Zamdrist]

Caution grappled with curiosity and Feya never let her eyes stray from the creature. She watched as it stepped back, away from her, eyes closed.

The elfin form grew back the leathery wings, the haunting tattoos reappeared and before Feya, in her true form stood the creature whom she first saw outside the cave. Feya's eyes widened and drank in the form again. The dark hair, the beautiful eyes. Bare breasts, and small patch of hair between its thighs, just like hers only colored to match her hair. It was naked as Feya except her gossamer willow skirt.

The thing was as terrible as a wolf could be, but made no move of aggression or did anything to alarm Feya. In fact, to her delight it spoke.

"Is this how you long to see me? When last you saw my true form you fled, does my elfin form not please your eyes???"

Feya felt ashamed and regretted her actions from before. She stepped forward, closer to the creature and spoke herself.

"Your true form is what it is, it does not displease me. I find it beautiful." Feya said, pressing her hand to her chest, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in expectation, unsure of how the creature might respond.

 

[prissy_kytten]

"Your true form is what it is, it does not displease me. I find it beautiful."

Kasma was shocked to here the Dryad's words, she had thought her form displeasing to all creatures of the earth realm, yet this exquisite aqua eyed beauty found her to be beautiful, full wing, scars and all.

Kasma could tell that the girl was not sure how to respond to her, what with the horns and the sharp fangs that were clearly visible on her blood colored lower lip. Smiling as best she could not being accustom to the feeling She took a step closer to the Dryad.

Not sure what to say to make her feel at ease and even more unsure of why she cared to do so, Kasma reached her hand out and grasping a few strands of silken strands of tawny hair, letting them run through her fingers and fall back down to once again cover the collar bone of the curious beauty.

"Why did you come to my home and flee, Dryad, I would not have hurt you"

Taking a one more step closer, Kasma waited to see if she would flee again, wondering to herself if the Dryad fled would she follow? Instantly she knew she would, there was something about this keeper of the wood that drew her, something she could not explain.

 

[Zamdrist]

The feral beauty approached Feya. It took a clutch of hair strands in her hand and let them fall back. The soft touch was tantalizing electric.

"Why did you come to my home and flee, Dryad, I would not have hurt you." The creature said.

Feya listened closely to its words. It might be true it wished her no harm. Yet even wolves at play sometimes bite too hard, Feya thought sagely.

It approached closer yet. Feya felt smaller, perhaps vulnerable under its gaze, the wings out her sides, the scars up close, her naked form.

Feya looked into its glorious eyes and spoke simply.

"My name is Feya. I wish to know yours, will you tell me it?" She said, and with a delicate gesture offered her hand with her palm upturned.

 

[prissy_kytten]

"My name is Feya. I wish to know yours, will you tell me it?" She said, and with a delicate gesture offered her hand with her palm upturned.

Kasma took Feya's small delicate hand in her own and brought it to her lips, laying a gentle kiss on Feya's up turned palm she looked into her eyes, and said "My name is Kasma".

Slowly she released Feya's delicate hand feeling a hum flowing through her blood. Kasma was not sure as to what the feeling was, it did not feel like ones life energy, nor did it feel like equal to the excitement of taking a human.

Confused about the feelings humming through her and why it was that just touching Feya's hand or looking into her aqua eyes could bring them on Kasma stepped back a bit hoping the distance would help her to clear her mind and sort out this feeling.

The few steps back she took did nothing but allow her a better view of Feya's soft perfectly formed shape, her flowing hair, her aqua eyes, the flowers in her hair, all of it creating the vision of an ethereal beauty.

"Tell me Feya, why is it you sing with such sorrow in your voice?"

 

[Zamdrist]

The creature took Feya's hand.

Feya gasped quietly. The touch was electric and her head swam. She knew now something of the pain the scars caused, if not the source of them. Feya's eyes welled up, unfamiliar with such terrifying things. It then did something Feya did not expect, and gently kissed her hand. Feya watched enraptured as it took her hand to her mouth and laid her lips to it.

"My name is Kasma." It said.

Regrettably Kasma let slip her hand from Feya's, and took a step back, a look of confusion on her face. Feya watched as Kasma drank in her figure. Feya too looked on, her eyes lingering perhaps longer on her breasts and other places that spoke of Kasma's femininity, than elsewhere.

"Did Kasma find me pleasing to her eyes?" Thought Feya.

"Tell me Feya, why is it you sing with such sorrow in your voice?" Kasma asked.

Feya pondered how to answer Kasma, as she was not sure herself.

But finally she spoke up. "I...I longed to see you again. Your beauty pleases me like the terrible wolf or the haunting moon at it fullest. Yet, you are shaped like I am."

"I hoped you would hear me and come, and it seems you have." Feya went on.

Impulsively and truth be told, some bravery, Feya reached out for Kasma's hand and took it more firmly in her own.

"Please Kasma, come with me will you?" asked Feya. She turned back towards the forest, gently pulling Kasma along hoping she would follow.

 

[prissy_kytten]

succubus

"I...I longed to see you again. Your beauty pleases me like the terrible wolf or the haunting moon at it fullest. Yet, you are shaped like I am."

"I hoped you would hear me and come, and it seems you have." Feya went on.

Impulsively and truth be told, some bravery, Feya reached out for Kasma's hand and took it more firmly in her own.

"Please Kasma, come with me will you?" asked Feya. She turned back towards the forest, gently pulling Kasma along hoping she would follow.

Before Kasma had a chance to respond to Feya she was being pulled through the forest and further away from her home and the woods.

Following Feya, and not resisting at all Kasma followed her further into the woods. "Feya where are you leading me?" Kasma was not worried she was just wondering, soon she would need to gather energy in order to maintain her stay in this realm, yet she did not want to use Feya in that way.

While following Feya Kasma thought on the gentle sway of Feya's hips, how her hair danced on the breeze, how she seemed to float more then walk over the various leaves, roots and rocks littering the forest floor.

 

[Zamdrist]

Kasma followed Feya into the forest. The dryad and succubus walked hand in hand, upon the soft ground, between the trees.

The forest was quiet, birds looked on without song, small animals froze and watched with wary eyes. The leaves lost some of their green luster. This concerned Feya greatly and she paused.

"Feya where are you leading me?" Kasma asked.

Feya closed her eyes, and reached out. As well as she could she soothed the forest creatures and trees. It had the desired effect, and the birds and animals went about their own concerns, if still muted. The leaves luster returned some.

Feya could feel Kasma's eyes move over her body, and it pleased the dryad. She looked to Kasma with a smile.

"Come with me, I wish to show you a very special place." Said Feya.

Feya was at her essence a nurturer. She wanted to bring Kasma to her grove and pool with the bubbling grotto and its encircling trees and bushes. She did not know how but she wished to sooth Kasma's hurts. Perhaps a way would be found.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Kasma had noticed the stillness of the forest, the quiet of the animals and the slight pause in Feya's movements before she answered the question.

"Come with me, I wish to show you a very special place." Said Feya.

Kasma was more then willing to let Feya lead her further into the forest as long as it meant maintaining contact with the beautiful, Dryad's soft flesh.

Following Feya's every step, Kasma looked around with a kind of wonder for she had flown over the forest many times but had never explored it, for there were no human here and they were the only thing that could keep Kasma's energy up enough to maintain her from slipping back in to the demon realm.

 

[Zamdrist]

Feya led Kasma to her bathing grove, amid the encircling bushes and poplar trees. The pool of water was still except for the ghostly steam rising up, the pool warmed from long since dormant geysers. Refreshing water bubbled forth from a grotto nearby, the sound of water a soothing one. The half moon was rising but not at its apex, the grove was dim, but not without light.

Gently Feya urged Kasma to sit with her on the soft grass. She looked into her lavender and blue eyes, so bewitching, so...she did not have the words to describe it.

"I...I know you cannot stay long here, I do not know why, but will you sit with me here on the grass awhile?"

Having only Kasma's example to mimic, with tenderness, and great naivety, Feya took Kasma's hand again, and kissed it. She then looked again into her eyes.

Then, without little forethought she brushed her fingertips over Kasma's breast and nipple. Her touch was light, as though she was caressing the leafy boughs of a tree.

Her eyes returned to Kasma's.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Succubus

Kasma sat next to Feya in the grass by the bubbling water, her eyes ever watchful of the little Dryad, always looking, drinking in the sight of her aqua eyes and tawny hairs, so soft, Kasma could remember the feel of it and yearned to clutch it once more.

"I...I know you cannot stay long here, I do not know why, but will you sit with me here on the grass awhile?"

Kasma's breath caught when Feya took her hand gently placing her lips open the soft flesh of her palm. Awash with awaken arousal a slight moan came forth from Kasma's lips when Feya's hand gentle of butterfly wings brushed over her nipple.

Almost instantly Kasma could feel the moisture gather between her legs. Not wanting to scare off the shy but curious Dryad, Kasma smiled up into Feya's eyes which seemed to be questioning her as to what would come next.

That is when it downed on Kasma that Feya was virginal or very close to it.

"I well stay her with you for a while Feya, I wish to show you of my ways."

Kasma said as she leaned forward, gently cupping Feya's beautiful face in her hands then she brushed her lips across the young Dryad's softly at first barely a graze. When Feya did not pull away Kasma took it as a sign to deepen the kiss. Letting her tongue dart out, she slowly teased Feya's lush lips apart, then explored the soft contours of the Dryad's mouth with soft sure strokes of her tongue.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Kasma heard a little moan but was unsure as to which of them had made the noise. Slowly with care Kasma let her finger tips run up the side of Feya's narrow waist, over her flat stomach and up until her hand was cupping one of Feya's lush full breast. As gently as a butterflies wins Kasma grazed her thumb over the point of Feya's beautifully peaked nipple.

 

[Zamdrist]

"I well stay her with you for a while Feya, I wish to show you of my ways." Said Kasma.

The soft touch of Kasma's lips upon Feya's made the dryad quiver. Her eyes remained open, looking at Kasma with curiosity. She then closed them like Kasma's were, as she met the creature's deeper kiss and the gentle probing of her tongue. The sensation was so delightful she almost giggled. Instead she exhaled and kissed back as Kasma was her.

Feya felt a hand slide across her skin gently, up the hand traveled to her breast, now cupped in Kasma's palm. Breaking from the kiss momentarily, she looked down and watched Kasma's thumb brush across her nipple. Feya quivered again and looked up into her eyes.

"Oh Kasma..." Feya managed quietly. She looked into her eyes and kissed her back, deeply and passionately. She probed with her tongue too, if not quite as gracefully as Kasma had.

Feya too touched the creature's breasts. Her touch was gentle but curious too, her hands moving over her breasts, her finger tips lingering over Kasma's nipples. It was not lost on Feya those nipples were stiff and pointed outward like her own.

Struck with inspiration, Feya looked up at Kasma, and then bent her head down to kiss her breasts. She laid her lips on Kasma's flesh, kissing her scars, her skin and her nipples. She hoped her touch soothed Kasma, eased the pain those scars caused her.

She left the familiar sensations she sometimes felt under Salix's boughs, and sometimes in the morning when she awoke from a pleasant if forgotten dream.

Feya was wet. Feya longed for the touching to continue, wished it would never end really.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Kasma was shocked at first by Feya's tentative exploration of her breasts, and even more shocked by her own reaction to the whisper soft kisses over her many scars.

Not wanting to dwell on how she received those scars she lifted Feya's chin to look deeply into her aqua eyes before placing what would have been to a human a life ending kiss on her exquisite lips. Gently Kasma laid Feya upon the grass letting her finger tips roam the Dryads gentle curves and full breast.

Breaking free from the kiss with a moan on her lips Kasma trailed kisses down Feya's jaw, her neck, her collar bone. Then she darted her tongue out over the perfect pink nipple drawing it into her warm moist mouth, gently nibbling on the nipple as she sucked and licked.

Kasma let her fingers stray further still til they felt the waist line of the willow skirt Feya was wearing, ever so gently Kasma slid the skirt down over Feya's hips, past her lean thighs, and her feet. Looking in wonder Kasma was not sure where to begin with such a lovely creature to please.

gently sliding her fingers up the inside of Feya's thigh she felt Feya quiver from the slight touch.

"hush now, I well show you pleasure you never dreamed of"

With that Kasma let her thumb slide over the moist bud nestled between Feya's legs. exerting very little pressure she began to massage the bud in little circles. She then slid her long slender middle finger into the aroused Dryad.

Holding her finger still within Feya she looked deep into those aqua depths and asked "Do you wish me to continue?"

 

[Zamdrist]

Not unlike a tender fawn did Feya nurse at Kasma's breast. She nuzzled up to the nipple, and clasped the teat between her lips. Feya was eager to please Kasma, yet only knew nature's way, sweet though it might be. Kasma's passionate kiss, the kiss of a lover, left her breathless and head swimming with pleasure.

Feya lie on her back at Kasma's coaxing. Feya was lost in the beautiful creature's eyes and watched with rapt curiosity, never letting her eyes stray from Kasma's endeavors. The creature's touch drew quiet whimpers of pleasure from Feya. She quivered visibly when Kasma's tongue touched her nipples.

"Ooh.." managed Feya, the sound escaping her unbidden when Kasma took her nipples in her mouth. Feya stroked the creature's raven hair and took in Kasma's whole form as she bent over her. The contrast of the succubi features, black leathery wings, small goat-like horns, sharp fangs, and the lush womanly curves pleased Feya. Even if she only shared with Kasma the familiar feminine attributes. She felt nothing like this before, such new sensations, her skin tingled delightfully.

Hypnotized, Feya watched as Kasma carefully removed her willow skirt and slipped her hand between her thighs. She looked in her eyes unsure of Kasma's intentions, but Feya's trust was implicit now.

"Ooh..." Feya breathed, her tiny voice quavering now.

"Hush now, I well show you pleasure you never dreamed of." Assured Kasma.

Kasma's touch, and her probing finger made Feya feel like a dozen butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Even still, she was naively ashamed she was so terribly moist. Feya's mouth hung partly open, her eye's wide as she looked on, the creature's finger inside her, thumb grazing over her pink flesh.

"Do you with me to continue?" Said Kasma, looking into her eyes.

Unable to tear her sight away from Kasma's hand between her thighs, unable to find the words, Feya nodded, the gesture slow and subtle, not really knowing what other delightful thing Kasma might do. Her eyes half closed, heavy with the extraordinary sensations. She herself unaware of the fast approaching orgasm, the first of many that would rack the dryad's slender frame.

 

[prissy_kytten]

At the shy half veiled look from Feya, Kasma slid her slender form between the Dryads legs. Her wings spread out almost in flight and she locked eyes with the aqua depths that were the gate way to Feya's soul.

Slowly she lowered her face into the moist wetness that was the bud of all of Fey's desire. Almost as if she had not fed in days Kasma buried her mouth on the waiting Dryad, her tongue flicking, her lips sucking teeth nibbling.

Kasma's finger worked in and out of the virgin's moist sheath. Kasma could tell that Feya was on the brink, her hips were bucking against Kasma's hand, the moans were throaty and full.

Kasma reached up with her hand and pressed Feya to the ground holding her crazied hips as her tongue and lips wreaked havoc on the slider body beneath her hungry mouth.

Sucking and nibbling Kasma was drinking in every last drop of fluid that she could drain from Feya's spasming form.

That is when it occurred to Kasma that she was unintentionally draining Feya's life force. Backing her hunger back again Kasma began to slowly circle Feya's hard little bud with her mouth, trying to hold back her try nature, her wings drew back behind her and she growled deep within her throat.

 

[Zamdrist]

No other dryad a fore had been privy to such a thing as Feya. The dryad's eyes were filled with the vision of Kasma putting her mouth to her sex. The succubus wings hung over the two, only adding to the eroticism.

It occurred to Feya that this was not the first time Kasma had done such a thing. Any shame Feya had at her own wetness disappeared as Kasma seemed to revel in it.

Feya's slim hips rose and fell with the movement of Kasma's tongue. The pleasure was beyond Feya's ability to comprehend. Kasma's fingers too, delving inside her, such a thing of bliss never imagined before. The succubus was scarcely holding back, lashing her tongue and finger the dryad, holding her down with a firm hand.

Kasma appeared to restrain herself. Feya took the deep growl from Kasma as an issuance of her territory. She smiled weakly at Kasma, her brow furrowed in intensity as the tongue twirled around in her sex.

She shivered and cried out weakly as her first virginal orgasm rippled though her. Tears of delight welled up in her eyes. Such erotic pleasures knew or cared little of the delicacies of a young dryad. The sensations drew forth delicious quivers, her thighs quaking and weak. She only managed small gasps and cries of Kasma's name cut off short by the rippling sensations that took her breath.