The Triad and the Virgin’s Passion Chapter 2: Dryad Delight by mypenname3000
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Seamus has to exorcies a dryad possessed by an evil spell while Aoifa is kidnapped by a sexy monster! , The Triad and the Maiden’s Passion (Maiden’s Cunt)
Chapter Two: Dryad Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016
Seamus – The Dryad’s Grove, The Kingdom of Haz
I gripped my sword, the blade burning with the warrior god Gewin’s enchantment, as I stepped out into the clearing. I had followed the sounds of moaning. I had thought the moans belonged to my wives, the twin sisters Fiona and Aoifa. I had lost them when the trees came alive and attacked us. I hacked my way through the trees, my sword stained with sap, and instead found the dryad and Viora.
Viora was the maiden we were here to rescue. She was the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, a woman imbued with great magical potential. She had been stolen from nearby village of Shesh by the dryad who lived in this vale. For some reason, the dryad had gone mad. Normally, they were a peaceful race, only seducing those that wondered into their grove into an afternoon of delight.
They did not kidnap maidens.
Nor could they control more than their own tree. And yet this one had done precisely that.
My sword slashed, cutting through a branch that lunged out to grab me. I moved from the trees, advancing on the dryad and Viora. The maiden was the source of the moans. Her lithe body, dusky from her Hazian heritage, heaved and bucked against the trunk of a large rowen tree. The branches held her arms pinned over her head, her budding breasts bouncing as she struggled.
The dryad knelt before the maiden, who could not be more than eighteen. The dryad’s nut-tan and curvy ass wiggled as she pressed her face into Viora’s pussy, tonguing the maiden’s twat. The dryad’s fiery hair spilled down her back, her tresses swaying as she moved her head to pleasure the virgin.
“Please, you have to stop,” moaned Viora. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Good,” moaned the dryad, her voice as sweet as Viora’s.
The young maiden’s budding breasts, firm and small, jiggled as she swayed again. Her eyes squeezed shut as the dryad worked her tongue through Viora’s pussy. My dick was hard in my trousers as I advanced.
There was a dark enchantment on the dryad. I could feel it emanating off of her. I was a paladin, a holy warrior for Gewin, and blessed with certain divine magics. I could enchant my blade to hew through anything or I could break curses.
I sheathed my sword before unbuckling the thick, leather belt encircling my chainmail coat. With the belt off, the chainmail hung loose on my frame, the weight dragging at my shoulders. Part of the belt’s job was to allow my hips to support a portion of the weight of my armor. I set my sword belt in the grass and peeled off the chainmail, the links clanking.
“Help me,” moaned the maiden when she looked at me.
The dryad never looked up. She was enraptured by eating the maiden’s pussy. Whatever dark curse had gripped they dryad compelled her to devour Viora. This close, I could hear the delicious swipes of the dryad’s tongue through Viora’s pussy and smell the sweet musk of the maiden. The dryad’s own pussy dripped with her excitement, trickling down her tan thighs.
My cock ached in my trousers.
I dropped my chainmail. The sun shining into the grove warmed on my broad shoulders and back. “I’ll help you,” I promised the girl. “Told your mom I would.”
Her mother had been a beauty. She had cum so hard on my cock. I was eager to try out the daughter. But first, the dryad had to be dealt with.
My fingers unlaced my trousers and drew out my cock. The maiden gasped and she squeezed her eyes shut at the sight of my hard, thick dick. I smiled, savoring her bashful innocence as I stroked my shaft.
“Gewin, bless my cock with your strength and my balls with your potency,” I prayed as I fell to my knees behind the dryad. “Let my dick slide into the poor maid’s flesh and let my seed drive away her curse.”
The magic tingled through my cock. I groaned and shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as red energy warmed my balls and shaft. I grasped the dryad’s hips with my left hand and lined up my cock at the dryad’s pussy with my right. I swabbed my shaft’s tip up and down the dryad’s pussy.
“What are you doing?” the maiden gasped, her body shuddering on the dryad.
“Cleansing her,” I groaned.
“Cleanse me,” moaned the dryad, pushing back her hips. “Slam that delicious cock into my depths and fuck me, stranger.”
“Gladly.” It was my duty to defend the innocence of the Lesh-Ke mountains, including this poor dryad.
The dryad moaned into Viora’s pussy as I slammed my cock forward. The dryad’s hot, tight pussy clung to my shaft. I groaned, savoring her wet, tight, hot flesh. My balls smacked against her clit. The dryad pressed her face deeper into Viora’s cunt while the dryad’s pussy clenched down on my cock.
“How is fucking the dryad rescuing me?” groaned Viora. “You have to stop her. She’s going to make me cum.”
“Then cum,” I grinned at the beauty. “Bathe the dryad’s face with your juices. Let yourself go. There’s no harm in enjoying the pleasures of your body.”
“No harm,” moaned the dryad, her hips pushing back into my thrusts. “She taste so sweet. Cum on my face.”
“No,” protested the maiden as she writhed. Her face twisted with passion. Despite her protest, she enjoyed the dryad’s tongue.
I seized the dryad’s hair as I fucked her pussy, pulling her red curls away so I could witness the dryad’s limber tongue slide through Viora’s innocent flesh. The maiden had a light down of brown pubic hair surrounding her wet, dripping, pink pussy.
“What a delicious sight,” I growled. “Cum on her face, Viora. It’ll make me cum faster, and then you’ll be free.”
“I shouldn’t,” gasped Viora. “My sweet Kelmam will know I’m not pure.”
I grinned. “Trust me, Viora, you won’t care about being pure once you’ve cum.”
“It’s the best,” purred the dryad. Her tongue swirled around Viora’s clit.
The maiden bucked. Her head tossed back and her small breasts jiggled. She bit her tongue, fighting against her desires. She was so cute and innocent. I drank it in all her beauty while my cock ached in the dryad’s depths.
I would deflower this maiden.
My strokes grew faster. My balls boiled. The moans of the maiden and the grip of the dryad’s pussy drove me wild. My red hair tumbled about my shoulders as I worked my hips, plowing deep into the dryad’s pussy.
The dryad moaned louder. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. Her fingers dug into Viora’s hips. The dryad’s pussy spasmed about my cock. As she came, the dryad moaned her passion into Viora’s pussy. Her tight sheath massaged my cock as I worked it in and out of her depths.
“Oh, she’s moaning on my clit,” gasped Viora. “I can’t…I can’t fight it.”
“Cum on her lips,” I growled, my cock aching. I was only a few strokes away. “Let yourself go and cum on her.”
My cock buried deep into the cumming snatch of the dryad. My balls ached. I drew back, pleasure shuddering up the length of my cock and building the pressure in my balls. Viora heaved on the dryad’s lips as I thrust in again.