Christmas Present #1 (Vine Wrapping Paper)

Christmas Present #1 (Vine Wrapping Paper) v1.30
Tags: nymph, AlseidxDryad, yuri, cunnilingus, sixty nine, vinesxAlseidxDryad, tentacles

Request:
Santa, could I get a story about a lost Alseid getting rescued and tenderly loved by a Dryad? Vinetacles optional.

~~~

	The blonde-haired alseid whimpered as tears streaked down her face, dripping onto her sizable breasts that were only somewhat covered up by two large green leaves that clung to her skin. The sky held the twilight of dusk, and every passing second it dimmed as more and more of the sun’s light left the sky. The forest around her was thick and stifling, nothing like the happy grove where she was supposed to be.

	“What’s wrong, dear sister of the earth?” asked a voice that seemed to come from the trees themselves. A figure whose skin appeared more wood than flesh stepped out from behind a shrub, the hair that shook with every step the same color red as maple leaves in the autumn. She had a bust that would make even a succubus jealous, quite a bit larger than the far more reasonably sized alseid. Her hips were wide and fertile, the sort that would tempt any red-blooded man into sin with the otherworldly fae in a heartbeat. Unlike the grove-nymph, the dryad wore no semblance of clothing, as she stood in her own domain and had nothing to hide. Her nether lips were smooth and thick, something that drew even the blonde one’s eyes and distracted her from her grief.

	“I, I wandered too far from my home and got lost!” the pale-skinned and blue-eyed fae said, her thick and curvaceous thighs attracting the attention of the dryad. A single thin leaf covered her slit, but all the rest of her flesh was on display to any who looked upon her.

	“Oh dear. These cheeky trees must have tricked you into traveling into the thick of this place. Come here, dry those eyes and rest upon my bosom,” the dryad said soothingly, dropping to her knees and holding her arms out wide. The pale-skinned nymph, still crying, crawled into her welcoming embrace, burying her face in the soft, inviting chest as warm arms wrapped around her back. Her skin was only bark-like in appearance – no matter how much a nymph adopted the characteristics of their environment, they were still fundamentally a being of flesh and blood.

	“I’m so scared! I miss my trees! These trees are so mean and scary! They keep moving around!” the alseid said, muffled, into the dryad’s boobs.

	“Oh, yes, they are quite lively, aren’t they? They’re no ordinary trees, and this is no ordinary wood. But do not worry. This is my domain, and I will ask them to guide you out, back to your grove where you belong. What is your name?” the tree-like woman asked as she stroked the crying nymph’s head gently.

	“I am Nueliomae,” she said, her sobs growing infrequent as the comfort of her new friend’s hug melted away her sorrow and dread.

	“And I am Hraethanus. Nueliomae, you are quite fetching. Before you return to your home, would you like to couple with me?” Hraethanus asked, quite forwardly propositioning the lovely nymph in her arms. Nueliomae looked up, her beautiful blue irises meeting the deep brown of the dryad’s.

	“Yes, absolutely,” the blonde said, as if it was something absolute and obvious. The supernatural beings known as fae found sex quite easy to initiate, unlike the various normal races that used complex rituals to determine the worthiness of a mate. As soon as she spoke those words, the dryad immediately pushed her over and crawled on top of her, straddling the comely alseid on her hands and knees. Her huge breasts hung down and brushed over her new lover’s bust, her nipples hardening rapidly as her arousal grew. As if tearing open a present, Hraethanus reached down and quickly peeled the leaves off of the alseid’s bosoms, revealing her soft pink nubs that hardened as well.

	No words needed to be said between them. The dryad leaned down and began to suckle intently on the wonderfully round and healthy pillows before her, working over each nipple with her tongue and quickly drawing a gasp out of her partner from the warm and wet sensation traveling over her sensitive nubs. In reaction to this, the blonde’s labia began to swell and darken as blood rushed to them. The tiny leaf on them quickly slid off as slick juices began to run down from her pink folds, mixing into the earth. Hraethanus wrapped her lips more tightly around the soft flesh before her, starting to lift and lower her head as she sucked harder and harder on that nipple, the breast alternating between lifting up or lowering and burgeoning around her mouth.

	After a few minutes of this teasing, Nueliomae was already breathing heavily, her milky thighs twitching with pleasure. The dryad noticed, and stopped, popping off of her current nipple with a loud sigh. “Let us try something different, yes?” she asked, crawling around to reposition herself on top of the sexy nymph beneath her. This time, her hips hovered above the alseid’s face while the alseid’s hips were beneath the dryad’s face. It was the position of the ouroboros.

	The blue-eyed beauty could only watch, enchanted, as a thick and engorged vulva appeared in front of her vision, waving back and forth above her, slightly dripping with a sickly sweet fluid not all that different from sap. Before the dryad could quite finish preparing, she felt hands wrap around her thick rear and someone suddenly bury their face into her crotch, a hot tongue swishing up and down in her slit with fervor.

	“Oh goodness,” the long-haired nymph moaned as Nueliomae ate her out with the skill of experience and the hunger of a dog. Her knees shook against the ground as the hot, gooey sensation in her core pulsed with every time any flesh brushed over her clit. Such was the ardor behind her tongue and sucking, and such was the tight wetness of the dryad’s folds, that the dirty slurps and wet smacks echoed into the foliage around them, prompting movement that neither nymph was aware of.

	Hraethanus could only endure a short while of such phenomenal oral before she set her sights on the defenseless pussy beneath her that twitched visibly, betraying the lust of the nymph beneath her. She leaned down and ran her tongue from the top of her hot slit, teasing around but never quite touching her clitoris, to the bottom of it, savoring the alluring flavor of the nymph’s womanhood. The flesh moved with her tongue, soft and wet and almost malleable, and she could not help but grin as she felt the passionate licks to her own cunt redouble in intensity as response to what she was doing to the alseid.

	Neither of them noticed the thin, leafy vines crawling along the forest floor. Even when they touched Nueliomae’s feet and began to wrap around her ankles and then her legs, it took the nymph a good few moments to realize something strange was happening, finally breaking away from her hard work and glancing down to see the vines on their way up her legs, surprise crossing her juice-soaked features. She whimpered as Hraethanus’s tongue continued to work over her nether lips, trying to focus her attention on the intruder to their lovemaking. “What-what is that?” she asked.

	The dryad stopped devouring her lovely loins long enough to glance up and see the vines approaching from all sides. “Oh, it seems my friends have gotten lonely and wish to join in. Do you mind them?”

	“N-no, it’s fine, but is this okay?” the alseid asked.

	“Sure, it’s fine,” the dryad replied, before burying her face between those tender thighs once more with deep sloshing noises as her long, flexible tongue started diving deeper and deeper into the blonde’s depths, forcing a lewd cry of pleasure out of her. She ate her out ravenously, taking full advantage of her abnormally long tongue to force shivers and shudders out of her newfound lover. The sexual stimulations threatened to overwhelm poor Nueliomae as she felt more vines come and wrap around her breasts in a spiral pattern, squeezing them tightly and testing their firm softness as the vine tips teased her nipples masterfully.

	The blonde nymph’s mouth hung open, saliva pouring within it that she had to gulp down as the powerful sensations running through her chest and crotch made her heart skip beats. The vines knew exactly how to fondle and grope her mammaries, sending waves of raw bliss through her as the tongue probing her deepest reaches threatened to drive her insane. Desperate to give the dryad the same feeling, she began to gently squeeze the buttocks in her hands, once again lifting her head up to complete the ouroboros with sexy slurps.

	More vines slid up and slithered over the dryad’s massive breasts, beginning to massage them rhythmically while others wrapped around her waist and thighs tightly. Her sweat-soaked tits had the vines slipping and sliding over them in long, sweeping motions, the incredibly soft flesh burgeoning around the leafy appendages as they lifted the bark-colored globes up and groped them mercilessly. A pair more wrapped their tips around her rock hard nipples a few times, squeezing and pinching them and forcing a giddy giggle out of the dryad.

	The thin vines continued to arrive, a pair slipping up the tree-fae's thighs and running right up to her engorged vulva, pressing into the flesh even as Nueliomae kept licking and sucking passionately. They spread the thick, puffy lips wide, exposing as much of the dryad's delicious folds as possible, and Nueliomae was able to work much deeper than before, soliciting a pleased moan from the one on top, whose voice was muffled with muff.

	But the trees around them could not be satisfied with merely feeling up such lascivious beauties. Suddenly, the vines holding the alseid’s legs spread them wide, which at first allowed the tree-nymph to work her magic harder than before, but when vines shot around the dryad’s neck and pulled her away from the sopping hole, she growled and snarled, realizing what was happening.

	“You unruly brats! What the hell are you up to?!” she shouted, only to see the answer come in the shape of a huge, thick root breaking out from under the ground only centimeters away from Nueliomae’s nethers. The appendage began to shake for a few moments, and then the tip tore open, and it pushed forward, rubbing spilling sap all over the nymph’s delicate labia.

	“What’s happening?” the blonde asked, frightened, feeling tingles shoot up her spine as she glanced down at the thing rubbing against her so roughly. “What-what’s going to happen to us?” she added as the vines teasing her breasts suddenly began to move harder and faster, coaxing a nervous moan from her tender lips. The dryad considered the situation, then chuckled darkly, as if at a joke only she would understand as her momentous bosoms were lovingly caressed and fondled by the vines around them.

	“They’re going to impregnate us both. These are no, hnngh, ordinary trees, they can only breed with fae. I rescued a sapling of this rare race from a wizard I thought to be cruel and heartless, and out of concern for the survival of its species I mated with it, eventually creating this forest,” the dryad explained in between low grunts and attempts to struggle free of the vines that bound her.

	“The whole… forest?” the pretty blonde woman asked, incredulously, her tongue sticking out briefly from the pleasure of the grinding that rubbed over her clit repeatedly and the vines playing with her breasts.

	“Yes, mmff, I had many years. I was a fool! Ah! They know no loyalty to their mother. Only lust for anything that can give them new saplings, hnngh!”

	And as if it had been waiting for the dryad to finish explaining, the root suddenly shot forward, pushing its head past the blonde’s entrance and slipping into her velvety folds, pushing deeper and deeper with each passing second as Nueliomae cried out in a potent mixture of pleasure and fear. “Oh, gods! It’s going… so… deep!” she moaned, the pleasure forcing her body to tense reflexively as it plunged further into her depths, her insides clenching tightly around it as she automatically dripped more and more lubricant.

	“You stupid children! I allow you to feel us freely and you do this?” Hraethanus shouted, outraged at the behavior of the magical trees around her that were slowly closing in, allowing no escape. As if in answer to her, another massive root burst from the earth, this time burying itself deep inside her pussy as well, making her groan from the stimulus. The sweat-soaked duo of nymphs both suddenly felt the roots begin to pump in and out of them, starting at a painfully slow and methodical pace, allowing them both to feel their girths sliding along their sensitive, wet, soft folds. “Mmnngh! Fuck me all you want, you will not make me submit to this indignity!” the dryad yelled, though the lustful twitching of her walls around the plantlike phallus inside her made her threats ring hollow.

	“P-please! I just want to go back home!” the alseid whimpered between grunts as the huge root buried so deep inside her throbbed and began to slowly accelerate its fucking of her, making her knees shake hard from it despite her fear.

	“Mongrels! I’ll teach you all a lesson!” Hraethanus roared, exerting every ounce of her strength to snap the vines binding her arms off. She began to tear the others away even as the root inside her continued to pound away at her wet insides as if confident in its ability. Splurch, the tendril went in deep, pulsing hard against her sensitive walls. "Hnnngh!" the dryad groaned with exertion, hot sweat dripping down her curvy body, biting her lip. Recovering, she shredded a pair of vines wrapping around her heaving left breast even as more appeared to seize her wrist. The juices spilling from her eager hole dripped onto the fair-skinned nymph’s cheek.

	The root in the buxom dryad's pussy slipped out a little, then forced itself all the way back in, going deeper and deeper than before, centimeter by centimeter. "Ungh! Unnn!" she grunted in rhythm with its thrusts, slapping a set of vines away from her ass and then freeing her other wrist again. Shlush, the wet noise echoed as the big, hard tree shaft slammed in again. "Ah! Rrrgh!" she growled bestially, the root slick with her copious, clear, sweet juices as it once again drove in and curled around deep inside her. The thrashes she made slowed, the power behind her movements fading gradually.

	The root twisted around in a screw-like motion with its next forceful swing into her depths, swirling around, striking a certain marvelously sensitive place over and over. "Ohh," Hraethanus groaned as her eyes shut and her lush, full lips hung open for a single powerful moment. Her eyes cracked back open and she continued her struggles, but every now and then she would slow down; her hips would gyrate so very sensually, just once or twice on the strong, throbbing girth inside of her; and then she would seem to regain her senses and keep fighting. Despite her increasing lack of zeal, she was outpacing the arrival of more vines, and it appeared she would soon attain victory and be free to wreak her vengeance on the trees.

	Just as the dryad was about to rip the last vine from her throat and free herself, she hesitated. Schlurch, schlup, slosh, schlurch, the deep wet noises coming from her juicy mound went. The dryad's lips quivered, feeling the hot, solid weight filling her all the way to her core, letting it coil around and bury itself all the way in just one more time, letting it have her silken folds just a moment longer. Her heart pounded in her bountiful chest as she watched more vines slither closer, preparing to assault her once more.

	Hesitation turned to outright pausing as it continued to violate her. Hraethanus knew she needed to rip that last tendril from her neck while she had the chance, panting loudly, her incredible, round breasts heaving up and down. The tree-cock inside of her moved a little faster, emboldened by her inaction, and she squirmed sensually from the pleasure, hot breath spilling from her mouth, everything silent except for the noise of her ragged breathing and the wet noises of her snatch. Her wide, nubile hips rolled on the huge mast inside her. It scratched that pulsing itch in her passage, the burning desire that she could no longer ignore. It felt exhilarating.

	Her dark hands moved up, fingers trailing a path up from between her sweat-soaked thighs, to her hips, to her navel, up to her bust, running under the healthy bosoms and lifting them up, feeling the weight of her own femininity. Her walls throbbed hungrily around the tree's girth, almost outright admitting her lust. Her fingers squeezed the pillowy flesh of her tits, running over her own highly sensitive nipples, groping herself to get that little bit extra out of the electric, gooey sensations emanating from between her legs with every thrust by the root into her.

	The stubborn, insistent phallus that ravaged the tree-nymph so mercilessly finally forced her to bring her hands down to the ground to hold herself up as she shuddered and moaned like a bitch in heat, sticking her ass up like an animal. “Ah! Shit, that’s good,” she muttered in a whiny tone, all of her will to fight clearly gone as the tree immediately doubled its pace and force, fucking her so hard her breasts swung back and forth in rhythm with it, like a caged beast that had only just been released on its all-too-willing victim.

	Nueliomae stared up at the tentacle-like root that slammed centimeter after centimeter of its length into its slutty mother. A drop of foamy fluid dripped down into Nueliomae's open mouth, syrupy sweet on her tongue. It was a horrifically raunchy sight, a perfect view of the union between mother and child, fae and magical creature. As a nymph herself, just looking at it enhanced the raw heat building in her loins as the length buried itself inside her again and again. She felt so full with it, so good, it was almost as if her body was completely accepting of what was happening to her, and if she were in her right mind, that would have frightened her. Instead, all she could think about was how good her breasts and nipples felt, how great the thing plundering her passage felt, and how badly she wanted to cum.

	“Unf, mmm, unf, oh my, oh, yes!” the wood-colored dryad moaned out with every wet thrust of the immense tree-member into her quivering pussy, her body shaking with primal pleasure. The thing inside her seemed to be feeling similarly, pulsing and twitching regularly but refusing to blow its load just yet. The trees wanted more, more, more, and her body was all too happy to give it to them, happily squeezing and tightening around their length.

	“Hraethanus, I-I’m scared, please!” the blonde nymph whimpered, using all of her power to hold back the surging tide of physical pleasure. The dryad glanced down at the writhing, sexy woman beneath her, a predatory grin spreading across her face. She said nothing, she merely bent down and ran her tongue along the thick root that pumped in and out of the alseid, then brought it back until it slithered over the swollen flesh of the nymph’s vulva, beginning to lick and slurp away at the rape beneath her. This lasted only a few seconds, but a few seconds was more than enough. Nueliomae hurtled over the edge so hard that the poor fae’s jaw dropped as a wave of exceptional ecstasy shot through her entire body. Her silken folds rippled and throbbed around the huge appendage embedded so deep inside of her with such intensity that even the patient and stubborn tree that violated her was instantly brought to orgasm along with her.

	A bulge appeared from the earth, traveling within the root until it slipped past the nymph’s tight flower. Still high on her climax, the sudden sensation of an eruption of hot seed inside her renewed and prolonged it into insane levels, her insides milking the root for every drop it could produce. A second bulge came, and a third. Each one flowed into her with a deep, resounding splurch, dense and yellow-y sap colored fluids suddenly spilling out from her labia and splashing onto the ground. Soon, the root was spent, and slowly began to slip out from inside her, leaving the nymph panting and gasping for air as her bliss finally began to fade.

	Hraethanus was not content to merely watch it happen. The dryad constantly licked and suckled on both of the things before her without any mercy, slurping up the cloyingly sweet magical semen as it ran over. When the show in front of her finally ended, she began to buck her hips back on the dreadfully long thing that continued to fuck her ruthlessly from behind, giving both her and her child another layer of intensity to their coitus. Her passionate, libidinous moans and sultry eyes could have corrupted even the purest of paladins, with her voluptuous body only the icing on the cake.

	“Come on! Harder! Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” the mother cried again and again in the midst of their incestuous union. To the freshly come nymph underneath her, the dryad was practically a sex goddess as her dark curves moved in a blur, bouncing, shaking, throbbing forward again and again. As if blessed with a moment of grace, she could understand how an entire forest of these trees could be created, and also why they were so disobedient. Though she was still not quite happy with the fact she had been raped, it felt a moot point in the face of such a painfully arousing view.

	Nueliomae felt a mischievous smirk spread across her face, and lifted her head up, her tongue extending to run along the length of the soaking wet root above her…

TO BE CONTINUED?