Damien glanced over the elf’s purchases, occasionally glancing across at the price list to check his arithmetic. It was the usual fare; enough bread and dried meat to keep someone alive for a few weeks on the road, a dozen new arrows, wine-flask, rope…the normal assortment of supplies people bought before going off and dying in some horrid dungeon. Damien shuddered, glad he’d left the life of an adventurer far behind to open his shop. “Alright. Comes to…62 gold, all together. Anything else you need?” he asked, piling the elf’s purchases neatly on the counter. The elf shifted for a moment, before leaning forwards.

“I heard you sell…Dryad sap here.” He whispered furtively, eyes flicking around as if he expected someone to be listening in. Which wasn’t surprising; local law banned the sale of Dryad sap after some crazy wizard managed to turn it into a powerful narcotic and started selling the stuff. Damien nodded. “Ayup. It’ll cost you though. Grab those and come with me.”

The elf picked up his purchases, slipping them into his backpack as Damien turned the ‘open’ sign on the door around to ‘closed’. Beckoning the elf forward, he slipped behind the counter and into the small waiting room beyond, clicking the door shut behind him. The elf dithered for a few moments, before settling down on one of the moth-eaten seats dotted around. “Wait here,” Damien said. “Tapping the stuff can take a while. Just be patient, no-one’s gonna bother you.”

The wooden stairs creaked under Damien’s boots as he climbed the stairs to the house above his shop. He could hear singing coming from the top, in that strange language she used. Almost like elvish, but…different. It was beautiful, haunting and otherworldly, while most elvish just sounded pretentious. He’d had to pay a wizard to charm the upper floor to stop people in the shop, or even out on the street, from hearing her sing. Pushing the door open, Damien kicked his boots off, dropping them beside the door and stepping into the three inches of damp soil that covered the floor. The room was virtually filled with plants; while the soil was too thin for much to truly grow, carefully potted and preserved plants had been crammed into every nook and cranny possible. Brushing aside the ferns that hung from baskets on the ceiling and breathing in the thick, loamy scent of the room, Damien called out.

“Hey. Hey, Lisseh? Lisseh, you busy?”

Part of the vegetation seemed to shudder and shift for a moment, before uncoiling and falling away as the Dryad stood up straight. She turned, smiled, and shook her head. A few crimson leaves broke off the branches pushing out of her green, vine-like hair and fluttered to the ground. “Nope.” Lisseh replied, stepping forwards. “Just checking the roses. A few greenfly got on them. Was there something you wanted?”

“Yea.” Damien replied. “Got a customer looking for some sap. Don’t suppose there’s any handy?” Lisseh turned, her long, slender legs carrying her across the room. The plants gently bent away from her as the dryad passed, roots and creepers slithering aside so not to trip her. Bending, Lisseh dug into the ground and pulled out a small key, inserting it into a locked drawer and turning. It opened with a soft click. She rummaged through the contents for a moment, before turning around. “All out, I’m afraid.” Pulling a bottle out of the drawer, she grinned slyly, sauntering towards Damien. “Gonna have to tap some more, right?”

Passing him the bottle, Lisseh took his hand and led him towards the bed, sitting upon it and turning towards him, spreading her legs invitingly. She brushed her fingers across her perky breasts, knocking free the leaves clinging to them and revealing her nipples. Damien tugged his belt free and loosened his trousers, sitting down next to her and revealing his slowly hardening cock. Gently wrapping her hand around the base of Damien’s cock, Lisseh bent over and ran her long, moss-green tongue up Damien’s shaft, before licking around the head and taking him into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion. Damien leaned back, giving voice to a low groan of pleasure as the Dryad continued to gently suckle his cock, swirling her tongue around the head as she did so.

“Ah, Gods above, that’s good…” Damien gasped as Lisseh slid his length deeper, gently stroking his balls with one hand. Reaching up, he dug one of his hands into her hair and grabbed one of her branches with the other, moaning softly as the vine-like lengths wrapped around his fingers as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Lisseh was panting softly around his cock, a blush darkening her light brown skin as she brought Damien closer to his climax. “I, I’m gonna…ah, shit!” Damien gave a sudden gasp of pleasure, thrusting his pelvis upwards deeper into the Dryad’s mouth as he came. He shot a rope of cum into her mouth before Lisseh pulled off, gulping it down as another jet of the sticky white liquid hit her forehead, splashing down across her face and dripping onto her breasts. Grinning eagerly and sliding her nimble fingers up and down his shaft, Lisseh coaxed one last shot of semen out of his cock, letting it spurt onto her heaving chest.

Panting heavily, Damien collapsed backwards onto the bed, trying to catch his breath as Lisseh softly dabbed her tongue around the tip of his shrinking cock, cleaning him off before wiping her own face clean with a corner of the bedsheet. Lisseh flopped down beside him, gently nibbling the tip of his ear. “C’mon. You’re not tired already, are you?” She whispered. “Still gotta do me before you can slack off.”

Lifting one of her legs up, Lisseh peeled away the leaf clinging to her groin, tossing it daintily over her shoulder. Rolling onto his front, Damien kissed her briefly before turning his attention lower, kissing his way down her neck to her breasts. Her flesh was warm and yielding, less so than the skin of a human, but it was inviting nonetheless. Her skin carried the rich fragrance of freshly-cut wood, and she gasped as Damien ran his fingers over her breasts, suddenly tweaking one of her nipples. Lisseh giggled in pleasure as he briefly licked over the hard little nub before teasing it with his teeth. “Don’t tease me like this, Damien, please” The Dryad moaned lustily, squirming desperately under his touch. A sweet smell filled the air as Lisseh’s juices began to leak out onto the bed, her cunt almost demanding Damien’s attention. Laughing softly, Damien continued to slide his tongue downwards torturously slowly, lapping around the wooden knot in place of her navel, before hovering above Lisseh’s slit. He blew softly across it, evoking a gentle cry from the Dryad, before he ran a finger down the length and popped it in his mouth.

Sweet, just like always. Almost like maple syrup. Gently, Damien spread the folds of Lisseh’s pussy aside, running his tongue around the outside as the Dryad squirmed and squealed above him. Her interior was a rich, deep green and shaped almost like a flower, with several actual petals lining her warm folds. Finally putting Lisseh out of her anticipation, Damien licked deeply, letting her juices flow into his eager mouth. Lisseh’s back arched at the sudden sensation, Damien slipping a finger into her hot, tight depths. Working it in and out, he added another, curling them upwards to hit her most sensitive areas.

Lisseh by now was writhing on the bed, one hand grasping the bedpost tightly, the other franticly pinching and toying with her breasts. Moving his thumb into position over her clit, Damien began rubbing it franticly as his fingers plunged in and out. Lisseh’s flesh was flushing a deep brown, biting her lip to stop her crying out as her climax approached. For a moment, Damien toyed with the idea of keeping her waiting for a few more minutes. Lisseh grabbing the back of his head and desperately mashing his face into her cunt made his mind up pretty quickly as he teased her clit gently into his mouth and began bringing her to her finish.

“Get…get, get the, the bottle…” Lisseh gasped franticly, her eyes closed tight as her climax rapidly approached. Grabbing the glass vial, Damien pushed it up into her folds as the Dryad finally came. Lisseh’s orgasm hit like a charging Umber Hulk and she gave a sudden shriek of excitement, her body going suddenly rigid, leaves suddenly shuddering as if caught in a whirlwind as a hefty measure of swirling orange liquid gushing out into the bottle. Damien pulled it out of her, fumbling for a cork and wiping the excess liquid off the outside.

Staggering to his feet, Damien tucked his once again hard cock back into his trousers and quickly did his best to clean up. “You, uh, said we were out, right?” He said, grinning devilishly at the gasping Dryad. “I’m gonna go get this sold, then…” Damien trailed off, eagerly taking in Lisseh’s beautiful, prone body for a moment, before finishing. “Then, maybe, we can see about restocking our supply?”