Harry's eyes widened as his mouth closed over her nipple, and he tasted the moisture that covered it. It was honey, only it didn't seem as thick.
"It is nectar, the kind that flowers produce. Do not fear, it will not harm you. Quite the opposite. Drink, and be rejuvenated."
With a sigh of resignation, Harry tightened his grip on her nipple and started to suck. A runny, sweet, and warm liquid started to fill his mouth. It tasted like honey, but not as thick. It reminded him of Hermione's and Susan's milk, but slightly thinner and sweeter. He began to swallow.
Heat surged through him, and he shivered. It was like he was drinking from Hermione, Susan or Luna, his body shuddered as warmth filled his head and ravelled down his throat, then radiated out from his stomach as he continued to gulp, eagerly now as Kassandra quickly switched breasts. He continued to drink hungrily and eagerly.
He felt his strength return, the fatigue that'd been steadily getting worse all day fading rapidly. He then grunted and gave an involuntary thrust of his hips. The surge of heat reached his crotch, and his cock and balls reacted to the influx of energy. His balls drew up, despite the efforts of Melissa and Cybele lovingly sucking them.
His shaft twitched and pulsed with renewed arousal as Aigle drew back to suckle on his tip, Nyx moving in to join her just as his orgasm hit, and their mouths were flooded.
The reaction from Aigle and Nyx was immediate. They both started to moan and ravenously gulp down his release. Their tongues duelled at his spurting tip as they fought for dominance, the sensations quickly overwhelming Harry, and his moans of pleasure soon turned to moans of discomfort. However, he continued to drink from Kassandra's breasts, which seemed to have an endless supply of warm, enriching nectar.
Eventually, though, after what seemed like hours but was likely only a minute, the flow of nectar ceased, as did his climax, and Nyx and Aigle pulled away from his over-stimulated glans, which were now red and swollen, but still leaking semen, which the twins were quick to claim, moaning euphorically as they did so. At the same time, Nyx and Aigle passionately kissed, their tongues fighting over the seed in their mouths.
"How was that?" Kassandra purred, stroking Harry's hair affectionately. "Was that enough to persuade you? Will you impregnate us?"
"That was…amazing…" Harry panted, still trembling from the aftershocks of his climax, his body still hot and tingling with pleasure, his shaft still hard and leaking, but the twins were taking care of that.
"No one, say perhaps a Veela, can compare to a Dryad," Eris spoke up. Harry looked up at her. She was still standing with her arms folded, looking somewhat bored, though her gaze did flick down to his crotch now and then. The small dryad next to her, Hagne, had a look of wonder on her face as she openly ogled his crotch, not a lick of shame or embarrassment on her face.
'What's her deal…?' he thought brokenly, 'She never seen one before?'
"I still…have to get to the lake," Harry panted. "…my friends are stuck down there and getting weaker by the minute." Even though he'd just climaxed, Cybele and Melissa were still busily working him over. Melissa took the opportunity to move to his tip and with a smile, she enveloped it back in her warm mouth again, making him suck in a breath as her twin took the opportunity to claim both of his balls for herself, and started to caress them with slow, sensual, loving licks.
Harry panted, head lolling to one side as he gave up trying to focus and just let his mind sink. Kassandra took the opportunity to kiss him again, sliding her tongue into his mouth passionately, once again exploring. Her serpentine organ easily reached the back of his throat and teased it, before pulling back.
When the kiss broke, he was still panting, his pleasure building again as Cybele and Melissa continued to worship him lovingly. Meanwhile, Nyx and Aigle had fallen to the ground and were still kissing, their hands passionately exploring and pleasuring each other.
"Why…me?" he asked with a grunt.
"As I have said, we Dryads must rely on others such as yourself to help us procreate. And those opportunities are few and far between. There are so few of our race now in this world. Each day, more and more of the forests we call home are destroyed by humans. Trees we are bound to cut down carelessly, killing the dryads bound to them. Once, our kind were many; now, we number perhaps less than a hundred the world over. We sense it when one of our sisters dies. We are not aggressive by nature, though we can fight to defend ourselves or our trees, utilising the natural environment around us. However, our skills lie primarily in the carnal arts, including seduction and illusion. And while we can breed with others besides humans, that is not always a certainty. And the humans we do breed with must be magical. And not many of your kind are willing to help us. A non-magical human has no chance of impregnating us, and with wizards…we cross paths with your kind with growing infrequency."
"But there is a legend told among Grove-Sisters, that says that one day, a human will find himself among us, one who is so strong and virile, that with his help, our people could recover their number, in just a few years. And you have the sweetest, most virile seed we've ever tasted. If you truly are the one, then you must breed us." Cybele spoke up before quickly returning to work.
"Can't you just…move somewhere closer to humans?" Harry asked. Eris spoke up from the sidelines in response.
"We are bound to our trees. We can not move too far from them. However, we can migrate with the help of others, using our Silver Acorns."
Harry grunted as he took in what she'd said, trying to think through the haze of bliss, when an idea struck him.
"Okay…how about this…let me go, and I'll help you move somewhere closer…to humans…" he grunted.
Kassandra thought for a moment, then seemed to come to a decision.
"Very well, we will let you pass, so you can reach the lake and save your friends, if they are truly under the effects of this curse."
"What?!" The rest of the group, minus Hagne, who had yet to say a word, protested.
"In return, you will take a Silver Acorn from each of our trees and plant them somewhere else, somewhere rich in magic, but free of predators and dark creatures. A place you have regular access to. Those Acorns will grow a copy of our trees, which we can then migrate to, and can claim a new Grove. And once we have re-established ourselves, you will come to us. And you will breed us. As often as we wish." Kassandra said in a tone that seemed to indicate she wouldn't budge.
She turned to Eris and Hagne, gesturing. "Eris, Hagne, please go and collect our Acorns."
Harry turned to watch them leave, noting that even the youngest among them was breathtakingly gorgeous, and he found his gaze drawn to her small, firm backside as she turned and walked away, the taller Eris by her side.
"Now, while they do that, I think it's time I have a taste of your honey…and you mine." Kassandra purred. She stepped back, raised her hands, and started gesturing, like she was conducting an orchestra.
Or working puppet strings.
Harry was momentarily confused until he noticed vines shoot down from above to wrap around his ankles; the ones already restraining him were released and sank back into the earth. Then, almost faster than he could track, he was flipped upside down, still spreadeagled, his arms and legs having nearly no slack to move.
"Hey!"
He grunted at the sudden shift, blinking as his glasses fell off his head to land on the ground. Now effectively blind, hanging upside down, with blood starting to rush to his head, he began to struggle, though his restored strength didn't do much against the vines holding him. His legs were pulled even further apart, and his arms were raised a little.
Then he noticed a blurred shape move closer, and the green flesh of Kassandra's inverted thighs and lips that were dripping with golden liquid that he could even smell now, came into focus.
He was amazed at just how sweet she was. That fragrance he'd first caught a lungful of when he'd first entered the Grove, then again when Kassandra had shoved a blossom under his nose, was now once again filling his senses, only now, it was far more intense.
He couldn't help but stare at her upside-down vulva as it dripped before him. Kassandra's natural, warm scent that reminded him of the Hogwarts Greenhouses flooded his lungs every time he took a breath. Part of him wanted to turn away, but then he remembered something that gave him pause.
A memory suddenly stirred in his mind, seemingly from out of nowhere. The vow he'd made to Hermione months ago, after he'd nearly starved himself to death refusing to feed from any girl who offered. That vow now compelled him to accept any offer from a girl or woman to provide him with what he needed.
He hadn't thought about it when Lavender had offered to feed him, even though it hadn't worked. And it hadn't worked because he had subconsciously not wanted it to. He wasn't sure how the vow he'd made didn't catch that minor oversight, but, with non-human magical females, like Kassandra and her fellow dryads, and any other female magical creature that made the offer, that didn't matter.
The vow he'd made was going to compel him to feed from Kassandra and the others, whether he wanted to or not.
Would it also really compel him if a female house elf made the offer? Not that he thought any would, of course. What about that unicorn mare? She couldn't communicate with him verbally to make the offer, but if she ever made it clear enough, would he then be compelled to eat her out or risk losing his magic?
Did magical creatures even fall under the umbrella of that vow he'd made?
Mentally, he rewound the clock, back to that moment when Hermione had berated him for being so thickheaded that he nearly killed himself, and the vow she'd extracted, he tried to remember her exact wording…
"Harry James Potter! I cannot believe you would be so reckless! Even for a Gryffindor, this is pushing it!"
"I know, Hermione! I'm sorry, I—"
"Don't you 'I'm sorry' me, mister! You could have died! You very nearly did! Then, where would that have left me? Sucking random dicks like some Nocturn Alley whore just to stay alive and prove that little ferret, right? I don't think so. Yours is the only penis that will EVER touch my lips, Harry."
Harry scowled. That didn't seem fair to him. She was willing to let him eat out other girls, but she wasn't willing to seek help from other boys if she needed it.
"How is that fair, Hermione? I get to eat out other girls, but you won't feed from any bloke who offers to help you? That seems pretty hypocritical."
"Because of my cycle. I didn't think you'd want to eat me out while I'm constantly bleeding. I asked the other girls for help, so you wouldn't have to deal with that. I don't need to suck a whole bunch of dicks to survive, I only need one. Yours. I only want one. Yours."
Harry winced; she had a point. The thought of getting a mouth full of blood while eating her out did not sound appealing.
"Okay, I'll do it, but I'm unhappy about this. And I want the same from you."
"What?"
"I want your vow that, if offered, you'll feed from someone who isn't me."
"I already said yours is the only cock I want in my mouth, Harry."
"What about non-human?"
Hermione seemed to think for a moment, a frown on her face.
"Alright then, but only if yours isn't available, and I can't physically get to you."
Harry nodded. He still wasn't happy, but he'd take it.
"Right, I want your vow, on your magic, right now, that you will not refuse an offer to feed from a female, no matter who or what, human or otherwise. If the offer is ever made, even if it is non-verbal. If you get an offer to eat pussy, no matter who or what that pussy belongs to, you will take it. Understand? Then I'll give you mine."
Harry sighed. He figured he wasn't getting out of this, even if he wasn't happy about it.
"I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic that I will not refuse an offer to touch or lick, and drink from, any vagina that is willingly offered to me…"
He winced as he felt blood start to pool in his head. That vow had been ridiculously vague; he'd promised to eat any vagina offered to him, but he hadn't explicitly stated whether the owner of that vagina would be human or not. Which meant he would be compelled, by his magic, to go down on any female that presented to him.
Like that Unicorn had done, and these dryads were now doing.
'Is that why I nearly touched that mare? Why I nearly ate her out? Was it the vow?'
Movement to his right caught his attention, and he turned to see that a relatively thick vine had dropped down and formed a loop, roughly about level with his ribs. A glance to his left confirmed a second. He then felt Kassandra's hands grip his waist as she lifted a leg and fed it through one loop, then the other, hooking her knees over the vines. He then looked forward only to see her wet vulva now slightly spread as her hips had been turned, bringing the dryad's sex directly level with his face.
"Wouldn't…wouldn't this be easier…if I were on the ground?" he grunted. He shivered again as he felt Kassandra cross her legs behind his back, pulling them together. An instant later, he felt her warm breath on his flesh as hers was brought to his face, and the warm, sweet fragrance he had smelled earlier now became overpowering. He couldn't help himself; he moved a little closer until his lips almost touched her, and he took a breath, shivering as Kassandra pressed her warm body fully against his. She wrapped her arms around him as well, taking hold of his arse.
"Maybe," she purred soothingly, her hot breath caressing his exposed and defenceless balls and penis. "But if I put you on the ground, on your back and just ride your beautiful, handsome face, Cybele, Mel, Nyx, and Aigle wouldn't be able to join in the fun. Come, Grove-Sisters, let's partake in this bounty while we can."
With that, she took hold of his shaft and gently started to rub his tip against her face, then kissed and licked it lovingly as he felt more hands, breasts, lips, and tongues press against his backside, thighs and balls as the other dryads once again crowded round him.
He then felt a hand behind his head pushing him forward. With an eye-roll, he relented, opened his mouth, and started to lick Kassandra's hot, wet, succulent flesh. He was soon once again overtaken as that now-familiar heat of arousal surged through him, as honey, actual honey, started to flow into his mouth, and he began to awkwardly gulp it down, feeling that warmth spread, and his strength started to return.
"Do we really…have to…let…him…go?" Melissa protested while standing to one side, using her surprisingly long tongue to deliver loving licks to his balls. Her twin stood opposite her, mirroring her actions. At the same time, Nyx and Aigle busied themselves with his rump, the four of them kneading and massaging the muscles, playfully kissing and biting them gently.
"We can keep him…he can breed us to our hearts' content…we can feed him…sustain him for the rest of his life…by Hamadryas, I can still taste his seed, even now…" Cybele added between long licks with her tongue as it danced over Harry's balls, duelling with Melissa's.
"Can't…risk it." Kassandra gasped between passionate sucks, licks and kisses of his shaft, which continued to surge and throb with need, and leak a constant stream of precum, and even a few traces of off-white cream, which she hungrily slurped up as her pleasure mounted. "Not with…the castle this close…and if they're watching…they may come looking."
"Shame…" Aigle lamented, as she grabbed a nearby hanging vine, suckled the tip to coat it with her saliva, then, with a grin, gestured to Nyx, who took hold of his cheeks and spread them, exposing the tight ring of muscle.
Leaning in, Aigle locked eyes with Kassandra, winked, then pressed a wet kiss to the ring of muscle between them, giggling as she felt it twitch against her tongue, coating it with saliva. Then she pulled back, guiding the wet vine tip, gently pressing it into the ring of muscle, giggling when Harry started to wriggle in protest and tried to say something. Still, she kept his head pressed to Kassandra's pussy, which continued pouring honey into his mouth, even as he struggled to drink it.
Harry was starting to get seriously overwhelmed now. The exquisite pleasure from Kassandra, Cybele and Melissa's mouths, combined with the other two caressing his flanks, thighs and lower back, and now what felt like a vine being pressed against his prostate, combined with the increasing blood pressure in his head, was starting to scare him. He felt like he was going to pass out soon.
'Is this what Draco put Daph through?' he thought. That sudden thought was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over his head, as the answer came to him.
This was very similar, only these creatures weren't being malicious; they were being desperate.
And what was worse, he had put himself into this situation by making that vow, only then fate seemed to conspire against him: having him run into a group of perpetually horny tree nymphs who were eager to offer their pussies to him in exchange for him impregnating them. And he could not refuse.
He was more than happy to submit to Hermione, Susan, Luna and Daphne; he trusted them, he knew them. These dryads? He did not know them. They'd stripped him naked and started molesting him the moment he met them. Even if what they said was true, and their species was in decline, if they needed his help to breed, they could have just asked.
'And if you'd said no?' a voice in his head, that sounded a lot like Sirius, asked.
He tried to think…to come up with an answer, which was getting more difficult, and as novel as the experience was of engaging in sixty-nine while standing — or hanging, in his case — he wanted to get this over with, so he pressed his tongue into Kassandra's pussy as much as he could, focused, then started hissing.
The reaction from Kassandra was immediate. Her eyes bulged as she took his shaft to the root and screamed around it, as the most amazing sensations she'd ever felt exploded out from her crotch, radiating in waves as she was treated to what was, in her opinion, the best cunnilingus of her entire 1727-year life.
Harry let out a muffled cry of his own, the vibrations travelling along his cock, coupled with the powerful sucking of Kassandra's mouth, the two tongues licking his testicles lovingly, and the vine now pressing and wriggling insistently against his prostate proved too much, and with a few rapid thrusts of his hips, which only seemed to encourage the dryads to tighten their grip on his body —and pushed his stiff shaft deeper into Kassandra's sucking mouth, until he reached her throat— and another powerful pulse shot through him, as again, he poured his seed down Kassandra's gulping throat as the flow of warm honey from her finally started to slow, and he was finally able to pull away, gasping for breath, his chin, neck, cheeks and nose covered in sticky golden goo.
"By…Hamadryas…" Kassandra panted for breath herself, finally releasing his shaft, which she lovingly kissed and rubbed against her face for a moment, before finally resting her head on his right thigh. "That…was…wow…"
"What did he do? Sounded like you were in pain." Aigle asked as she continued to gently caress and stroke his buttocks, planting gentle kisses and nibbles on the firm muscles.
"I…don't know. I think he…hissed?" Kassandra said as she disentangled herself and stood on shaking legs. Then, with a wave of her hand, the vines holding him loosened, and Harry found himself being lowered to the cold ground. The warmth he'd got from the dryads pressing against him started to fade as the cold of the night air began to creep in again, though the warmth from the honey he'd drunk mitigated it somewhat.
He winced in surprise and shock as icy coldness suddenly shot through him as his back made contact with the ground, and he gasped. It was then that he noticed it had started snowing. There was already a faint dusting on the ground.
'Oh great…now I'm going to freeze to death,' he thought.
His head was swimming, he felt both energised and out of it, both from the blood rushing into it from his extremities and the cocktail of what he'd just drunk. His taste buds told him it was honey, but he suspected there was more to it.
There was also that strange glow that suffused them all; it was the same glow he'd seen Fleur give off. With Fleur, it looked like smoke; in that maze, it had been a gentle glow. Here, at least from the dryads, it also resembled a gentle glow, like the light of a candle.
He could feel that strange magic within him, like a coiled spring being held under tension. He tried to focus on it, tried to draw on it, if for no other reason than to use a warming charm on himself. He sucked in a breath as his body started to tingle warmly, as if a low electric current was flowing through him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of cold night air, hoping it would help clear his head.
Opening his eyes, he noticed the five dryads now kneeling around him in a circle. Kassandra was by his head, stroking his hair and face lovingly. His blurred vision was suddenly filled by an upside-down green face that was flushed and smiling broadly.
He started to rise, quickly looking for and finding his glasses and putting them on, before the face over him lowered, and caught him in an upside-down, very passionate kiss. With a deep moan, Kassandra's tongue delved into his mouth and gently probed at his before going deeper to tease at his throat.
"That…that was divine…" Kassandra whispered when they finally separated. "I've never, ever had someone service me like that before. Thank you, Harry…" She then sat up, and Harry was able to look up, his vision now clear, as he saw the other dryads sitting, kneeling or crouching around him, each one of them staring at him in what seemed to be awe, even Nyx.
His gaze jumped between flushed faces, arousal and lust written clearly across all of them, and each one of them was openly masturbating and breathing heavily with lust as they stared at him, their gazes flicking between his face and his still-hard penis.
"He's still hard…" Cybele breathed in wonder. "By Hamadryas…he has to be the one!"
"We have to breed him!" Melissa said, as she moved to straddle him, her free hand reaching for his stiff shaft, taking hold of it.
"Wait. We can breed him later, once we've relocated to an area with more regular access to him. As we agreed." Kassandra said, raising a hand to stop her counterpart. Harry shivered as he felt the warm, soft grip of Melissa's hand; the view of her smooth, swollen and leaking lips poised just above his swollen glans was a very appealing sight.
He could even feel the heat radiating from those dripping lips, as well as the warm golden liquid dripping from them onto his shaft. At the top of her lips, he could see the pink nub of her clitoris, pushing through, almost as if it was begging for attention. He looked back up at Kassandra, but couldn't see her lips, the ones he'd been smothered by at least, and he'd been so disoriented and distracted that he hadn't paid much attention to her anatomy.
Not that she seemed to be complaining.
"But…but…!" Melissa and Cybele protested in unison. Aigle's face was a mask of disappointment, and Nyx frowned. He looked to his left and saw that Hagne and Eris had returned. Hagne now held a large leaf that had been folded into a sack, and inside seemed to be something significant. Or many small things. Both Hagne and Eris were staring at him with aroused looks, though Eris seemed disinterested. Hagne had a wide-eyed, awe-struck expression that had him wondering just how inexperienced she was.
"How about this? We let him go, and one of us goes with him to ensure he keeps his word?" Nyx asked. "And in exchange, we all get a turn sitting on that mouth of his."
Harry blinked, trying to process what she was saying.
"But who will it be?" Aigle asked.
Kassandra paused, thinking, noticing the hopeful, eager looks on the twins' and Aigle's faces, Nyx's slightly more reserved expression, then movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
"Hagne? You wish to go with him?"
Harry looked up at the smallest dryad, who looked down at him and blushed, before averting her gaze, which landed on his stiff shaft still in Melissa's hand, and her blush deepened as she looked the other way, her gaze meeting his again, and she nodded mutely.
"But she's too young to be out in the forest on her own! And she hasn't even taken an interest in men yet!" Melissa cried, releasing her hold on him and standing.
"Oh, please. Look at her! She's as turned on as the rest of us. Yes, even you, Eris. We know you prefer the touch of women, but you can't deny that you were ogling his shaft from the side." Nyx replied, the last part of her statement directed at the lanky dryad, who folded her arms and huffed.
"I might prefer the touch of a woman, but that is only because they can go longer than any man can."
"Not this man." Cybele grinned.
"He's no man. He's a boy. He looks as young as the last one you caught." Eris countered.
The twins grinned salaciously. "That just means we get to look forward to decades of breeding him. Just think of the daughters he will sire!" Cybele proclaimed.
Harry tried to sit up, but Kassandra put a gentle hand on his shoulder, pinning him down. He wasn't sure how he felt about being a father. He certainly had nothing to draw from for comparison. "I think I'm a bit too young yet for that talk," he muttered, giving voice to his inner thoughts.
"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for that," Cybele replied. Before she stepped forward until she was standing next to Kassandra, she knelt next to him. "In the meantime…Harry…" she purred, reaching down to stroke his face with a finger, collecting some of the honey that remained and sucking it off her finger. "How about it? You do to each of us what you did to Kas, and we'll let you go with Hagne? You have to promise to be very gentle with her. She has never touched a man before. Never been touched by one, and she was still too shy to look at the last one we caught decades ago. Shoo, Kas."
Harry could do little as Kassandra moved away and Cybele swung her hips over his face and smiled down at him, her blush deepening as she slowly lowered herself to his face. That sweet aroma once again filled his senses as her dripping slit filled his vision. With a sigh and a smile, Cybele seated herself on his lips as she looked down at him, her smile becoming a bit bashful as she wiggled her hips against his mouth, and finally, he took the hint and started to lick. He dragged his tongue through her lips, collecting the warm honey that was freely flowing from her twitching entrance. Now that he wasn't in danger of passing out, he could take the time to appreciate the unique taste of the dryads.
As he gulped down more of her honey, he started to examine the flavour, trying to place it mentally. It wasn't quite bees honey, there was a slight tang to it, almost smokey, like caramel or bonfire toffee, with a hint of nut, along with a unique flavour that he couldn't place. If he were frank, it was pretty delicious.
Then he realised: she didn't taste like treacle tart. He had been too out of it to determine Kassandra's flavour properly, but he was pretty sure she was the same as Cybele, but now, maybe not…
'Maybe it's because they're not human?' He thought.
The warmth of her body and thighs surrounded his head as she got comfortable. She let out a moan as he dipped his tongue into her twitching entrance, then dragged it up over her lips. It was then that he finally noticed that she only had a single pair; unlike humans, there were no labia minora. The pink bud of her erect clitoris just seemed to be covered by her singular pair of labia, something he hadn't noticed with Kassandra. Then again, he had been upside down at the time, so he hadn't gotten the chance to get a good look at her.
Deciding to see just how responsive that little nub of nerves was, when he reached her clitoris, he took it between his lips and sucked. Hard.
Cybele sat up straight, gasping, her eyes going wide, then arched her back as she let out a scream that turned into a moan. "OOOoooh! Mmmmm! Oh that's nice…good boy…ooh…good boy…"
She began to rock her hips gently against his mouth, reaching down, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. "Oooh…you sure know what you're doing…don't you…"
'I should bloody well hope so.' Harry thought as he got to work. Finally having his hands free, he brought them up to take hold of Cybele's rather lovely, firm arse. The warm, surprisingly firm globes of muscle gave way under his fingers, drawing an appreciative moan from the dryad riding his face.
Her hands then came down and took hold of his, dragging them up to cup her heaving breasts. The soft, smooth, warm and pliant flesh filled his hands as she pressed them against her chest with a gasp of approval. His fingers brushed over her hard nipples, which were coated with a fine layer of sticky, cool liquid that could only be her nectar.
He then felt a hand take hold of his erection, before a voice spoke up.
"If we can't ride his rod, we might as well suck him dry. How about you, Aigle? Kas? Eris? Hagne?" Melissa asked.
"You'll never see me putting one of those things in my mouth," Eris' voice sounded off to the side, sounding vaguely disgusted.
"Your loss. How about you, Hagne? Ready to get your first taste of human meat? You've been staring at it since we got him naked. So…how about it, little sister? Want to feel this warm…firm…succulent shaft push past your lips and over your tongue…? Are you ready to taste his delicious nectar and feel his warm, sweet seed splash against your tongue and fill your mouth before you swallow it for the first time? Hmmm?"
Melissa finished her comment, leaning down and planting an open-mouthed, sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, just in time to catch a small trickle of white, keeping her gaze locked with the wide-eyed stare of their youngest sister, who was openly gawking at her, the hand that wasn't holding the make-shift bag of silver acorns was busy between her twitching legs, rubbing eagerly as Melissa smiled back encouragingly.
Not that Harry could see any of this from his current position with Melissa's twin enthusiastically riding his mouth. He moaned into her pussy when he felt her sister's mouth on his tip, then grunted as he felt that warm, wet mouth envelop his shaft and suck hard. Her tongue coiled and danced over his skin as she descended, her lips and fingers rolling back his foreskin to its maximum extent.
He whimpered into Cybele's flesh as he felt the muscles at the back of Melissa's mouth close around and massage his glans before she bottomed out, pressing her lips into the base of his shaft, while his head entered her throat, and she started to swallow and suck even harder.
Then she started to hum.
He grunted and thrust his hips up into her sucking mouth, to which she hummed and moaned even harder, and suckled even harder in approval. Then she began to draw her mouth up his shaft, using her fingers to keep his foreskin retracted as she went.
When she came off, he winced slightly at the freezing air on his wet skin before another warm mouth descended from a different angle; he guessed it was Aigle. Then he felt a hand gently cradle his balls before another mouth started to gently kiss and lick the orbs, which had drawn up closer to his body in the cold air. That had to be Nyx.
His hands meanwhile busied themselves with Cybele's ample bosom, gently massaging it, though Cybele seemed to be a little disappointed with his delicate touch. Placing her own hands over his, she looked down at him and said in a hoarse panting voice,
"Harder, squeeze harder. I can take it. Make my nectar flow!"
In response, Harry did precisely that, tightening his grip on her breasts until he was almost trying to clench his fists, his fingers were being coated with warm sticky liquid from her hard nipples, pressing into her pliant flesh. In response, Cybele arched her back and cried out in bliss, grinding her hips down into his mouth, even rolling them back enough that his tongue slipped between the firm globes of her rump where he was surprised to find a tight ring of muscle that he curiously wiggled the tip of his tongue against, which got a rather interesting reaction from her.
"Ooooh…oh my…that's…that's my…mmmm…oh that feels…interesting…"
"What's he doing?" Eris asked.
"He's licking me…back there…" Cybele giggled and wiggled her hips, pushing her rump down insistently against his probing tongue. "It tickles!"
"Well…can't say I've had that done to me before…" Nyx said, her warm breath bathing his balls before she resumed suckling them gently.
With a swoon, Cybele re-orientated herself until her vagina was once again over his mouth. She looked down at him and smiled at him adoringly. "While I do appreciate the unique attention, I don't think that is what you did to Kas to make her scream like she did. Try again, darling."
Harry couldn't help but smirk into her lips as he flicked his tongue against her clit, drawing it into his mouth and sucking, which got another moan from her. Then he struck.
Moving his sticky hands down to her hips, leaving trails of nectar as they went, he took a firm hold of her, then pressed his tongue to the underside of her clitoris, and started reciting the lyrics to some random song in Parseltongue.
The reaction from Cybele was just as immediate — and as violent — as Kassandra's had been.
With an ear-splitting shriek, she arched her back and tried to rise, to instinctively pull away from the source of overwhelming sensations, but Harry's grip on her was too firm and he pulled her down against his tongue, moved it to her opening and began to probe it, still hissing. Cybele panted, gasping for breath, eyes wide and unfocused from a combination of shock and ecstasy. When she felt his tongue at her entrance, she began to jerk her hips erratically, not thinking about technique anymore; she just wanted more.
"Oh…oh…oh…oh…ah…ah…aah…oh by Hamadryas…oh Goddess…yes…yes…yesyesyesYESYESYES! Oh fuck…fuck…fuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKYES!" Her gasping cries of pleasure steadily increased in volume and tone until she was screaming.
Her motions became more erratic, uncoordinated, and aggressive. The gentle rocking and circling motions of her hips became abrupt gyrations and almost violent thrusts as she began to bear down against his mouth, and for lack of a better term, began to fuck his face.
Harry did his best to hang on for the ride as Cybele forced her entire vagina into his open mouth, stretching it open to the point that it started to hurt. He began to worry that she might either knock his teeth out, break his jaw, or force his teeth to draw blood with the force of her thrusts as his head rocked back and forth to keep pace with her erratic, violent thrusting. Then his mouth was suddenly filled with warm honey, and he almost choked. That steady trickle from her vagina had suddenly become a raging torrent, more like water being pushed out of a pressurised hose than a flowing stream.
He did his best to gulp it down, but the flow was coming so fast and so strong that he barely had time to suck air in through his nose before he was forced to swallow or choke. And breathing through his nose wasn't exactly easy, considering Cybele's hard clit was pressed up against it, and the top of her labia was covering his nostrils. All he could smell was her, all he could breathe was her.
Just when he thought he'd have to push her off of him, she gave one final jerk and scream of climax, which was accompanied by a final gush of honey, before the flow stopped. She sagged, gasping for a moment, then rolled to the side, her raw, swollen lips leaving sticky trails of gold liquid on his mouth, nose and cheeks as he gasped, his lungs filling with the cold night air, making him shiver involuntarily.
"By the Goddess…I've never seen her have that reaction before. What did you do?" Melissa asked as she sat, openly gawking at her semi-conscious twin who lay opposite Kassandra, gasping and mewling, her body shaking with aftershocks.
"§Nothing really, just spoke Parseltongue§," Harry replied, too distracted to realise he was still speaking it.
The dryads, all except Cybele, exchanged looks.
"Is that the language of serpents and dragons?" Nyx asked.
"I believe it is. Though I had no idea it could be used for this, and would get this kind of a reaction." Kassandra said as she leaned down over Harry, stroking his sweat-soaked hair and smiling at him. "Feel free to do that to the rest of us, though, with Hagne, I think you should hold off. Don't want to overwhelm the poor thing for her first time, do you?"
Harry tried to devise a viable response, but something quickly blocked his view.
"My turn!" Melissa exclaimed eagerly as she promptly took up her sister's previous position over his face. She looked down at him and grinned. Come on, Harry, let's see if you can make me sing like my sister," then she sat down.
Harry was prepared this time, and he had no intention of dragging it out with Melissa as he had with Cybele, so he took hold of her hips and pulled them down to his waiting tongue, and got to work.
Melissa's reaction was almost as extreme as her sister's, but he was ready this time. He gripped her hips more tightly so she couldn't move as much, which also allowed him to breathe more clearly. However, it was still a surreal experience having another of the dryads go crazy, though the bountiful flow of honey she gave him in response certainly wasn't unwelcome. After three full doses, he was starting to feel relatively well-fed. He felt like he'd had a decently sized meal and felt great. The honey they were feeding him would likely see him through the rest of the task, whether it was intentional on their part or not he didn't know, and honestly didn't care as he diligently pushed Melissa to her breaking point until she, too, peaked then dismounted him and joined her sister in a stupor next to him.
Nyx was next, her purple eyes firm and challenging, as if daring him to try and topple her so quickly. She even said as much.
"Don't think it'll be so easy to satisfy me, human. Your kind should know your place, and that is under us, serving our needs and wants. We take our fill from you, and you perform your duties. You won't see me turning into a gibbering fool begging for more." She grinned. Harry grinned back. He knew she was putting up a front. The affection she'd shown him so far belied her harsh tone. She was putting up a front to save her bravado, though he didn't think she needed to. But he would play her game.
"Come get it then," he grinned back with a 'come here' wiggle of his fingers, then he stuck out his tongue and wiggled it playfully as she reached him. Instead of immediately mounting him, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, moaning as she did so. Then she straddled his head. Her 7ft frame made for quite the imposing visage as she gently lowered herself onto his waiting tongue, but strangely, Harry didn't mind.
Nyx's bravado and confidence lasted all of five seconds, until she felt a strange vibration wash through her like a wave that just kept coming. And although her reaction wasn't as violent as the twins had been, it was certainly enthusiastic as she started to ride his mouth and voice her approval in gasping moans that quickly turned to incoherent babbling as she too poured liquid sugar into his mouth in an almost constant cascade.
Harry quickly lost track of time, too caught up in exploring the delicate feminine flesh being pressed insistently into his mouth. He closed his eyes and just let his Parseltongue do the work as the dryad perched on top of him went crazy with her release, but Harry didn't stop.
He smiled with smug pride as Nyx clamped her warm, toned thighs almost painfully against his head as he started to drive her towards a second peak, one of her hands dug into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp somewhat uncomfortably. Still, he barely noticed it over the pleasure coursing through him as he felt four tongues start to lick him.
Eventually, after her second climax, Nyx unsteadily moved off of him, panting as she rolled to lie beside him. Harry panted, sucking in cool air as he looked down, seeing the twins, Kassandra and Aigle, all now crowding around his legs, looking up at him and smiling as they each duelled the other with their tongues for room on his highly aroused and over-sensitive flesh.
Aigle soon pulled away after giving his glans a particularly lewd suck, then eagerly, but hesitantly, crawled up his prone form, leaving the twins to take her place while Kassandra claimed his testes with an almost loving croon. Off to the side, he could see Eris and Hagne now. Eris still had a look of disinterest on her face, but she did keep sneaking glances at him, so he had to wonder just how sincere her stance was. Hagne was still staring at him with a look of wonder and eagerness on her face.
When Aigle's face was over his, she leaned down to kiss him gently, and Harry took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her in a hug, which she returned. Her warm arms wrapped around him, making him shudder as his body absorbed her heat. Her larger form curled in on itself, allowing her to wrap her arms and legs around him as she began to pepper his face with kisses. Her whole demeanour was the polar opposite of Nyx's.
"Please take your time, don't rush this, I want to enjoy this, and I promise to give you as much to drink as possible," she babbled, her dark complexion getting even darker as she blushed, straddling his face. Then, in one swift move, she spun around, and with a purr, gently lowered her folds to his waiting mouth, then lay down on top of him, rejoining her sisters in their efforts.
While Harry was tempted to dive in with Parseltongue and end this quickly, Aigle had been one of the nicer dryads of the group, and she was certainly doing her best to make this as good for him as she wanted it to be for herself.
He took the opportunity to get a good look at her assets; her plump, dark labia had parted to show the flushed pink flesh behind them. Her clitoris stood proud and erect, as if begging for attention. Below — or above, depending on the perspective — was the tiny urethra, or at least, what he assumed was one. And further up, he saw the flexing, twitching opening of her vagina, which even now was freely leaking thick gold liquid, the sweet smell of which was almost overpowering. And just beyond her slit was the tiny twitching ring of her anus.
It honestly surprised him that their anatomy would be so…human, considering they weren't. They were tree-nymphs; they were able to merge with and live as trees. So logically, they should not need a digestive system.
'Well, they also have a human reproductive system and breasts, something only mammals have.' He thought. He idly wondered how Aigle would respond to a little anal play, as Cybele had been receptive enough, but that was sort of a moot point as Aigle's current position made it difficult for his tongue to reach that far, so he just decided to give her what she wanted. Anything else would have to wait until they met in the future, whenever that would be.
Aigle moaned and wiggled her hips against his mouth when he started to lick her in earnest. As he began to suck on her clit, she responded with a shuddering whine, muffled by his dick. She pulled back, opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed not only his shaft, but his balls as well, using her tongue and fingers to pull them up.
Her sisters voiced their protests, but she chose to ignore them and instead started to gently, hungrily suck, feeling him moan into her folds in response, which made her moan in reply. They quickly created a feedback loop of pleasure, each responding to the other's stimulation by adding to it. When Aigle's offering came, he happily accepted it, lapping, sucking and gulping it down as he steadily worked the dryad to the peak she so clearly wanted. Had he been a bit more clear-headed, he would have pondered on the fact that none of the dryads thus far had demonstrated having a gag reflex, meaning they could each take him as deep as they liked and have no issues.
Indeed, Aigle was doing precisely that; eagerly and hungrily swallowing around the head of his cock, the muscles at the back of her throat persistently massaging his tip while her tongue worked his shaft and her lips and tip of said tongue massaged his balls. The vibrations from her ever-intensifying moans were driving him further and further towards his climax, and driving him to suck, kiss and lick her folds, clitoris and inner flesh with ever-increasing eagerness. Which in turn, caused her to pour more and more honey into his mouth, which only drove his stamina, arousal and eagerness higher.
Hers in particular had a deep caramel taste to it, along with a specific flavour that was as unique as Nyx's, Melissa's and Cybele's had been, and he was beginning to find he couldn't get enough. The more of the honey he drank, the more he wanted to drink it. The more of it he made her produce, the more he wished she would create. It was just so good.
Eventually, Aigle seemed to reach her limit. Her movements against his face had grown steadily more urgent and desperate, the flow of honey more copious, her sucking more and more forceful, until finally, with a muffled cry that reverberated through his abdomen that drove him towards his climax, she reached her own, and he was rewarded for his efforts. He, in turn, hit his limit and finally gave Aigle what she wanted.
As both of their climaxes slowly faded, Harry once again became aware of the twins and Kassandra, who had repositioned themselves by his head after losing access to his crotch. Rather than dive back to it, they helped Aigle roll off of him, only to tackle her. Each of them moved in to kiss Aigle deeply, trying to steal what traces of his seed that she hadn't yet swallowed. Kassandra, meanwhile, had started stroking his sweat-slicked hair.
"You're doing wonderfully, don't worry, the first part of your task is nearly complete, only Eris and Hagne are left to take their turn, then Hagne will escort you from here to the lake. From there, you must go alone, as we dryads are not that good swimmers," Kassandra said, looking down at him fondly before she looked up across the Grove.
"Well, Eris? Will you partake? Or will you abstain for now?"
The pink-eyed dryad cocked her head, thinking, before seemingly making a decision.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Harry asked groggily, his head swimming. That dryad honey was some pretty strong stuff. His head felt surprisingly light; simply raising his head or trying to sit up sent a wave of dizziness through him. Had he been more clear-headed, he would have realised he was, very likely, drunk on the stuff.
"Unless it's about which position we take for you to worship our lips, I'm afraid not," Kassandra said, smiling down at him.
"Might as well. If he's good enough to make those two sluts, Aigle and Nyx, scream like the damned in Tartarus, then he should be adequate to service me." She then looked down at Harry as she approached him and deftly straddled his head before lowering herself. "Just don't expect me to touch that thing with my mouth or hands. I prefer women, but I won't pass up the opportunity to be serviced by a male." With that, she promptly lowered herself down.
Feeling a little put out by her words, Harry showed her how 'Adequate' he was. As soon as her lips connected to his, he slipped his tongue into her, gripped her hips tightly, and hissed.
Eris's cockiness and bravado dissolved with a yelp and a cry of shock and pleasure, as heat surged out from between her legs, making her shiver as she arched her back, and started to grind against him.
"Mmm…so, how is he, Eris? 'Adequate' enough for you?" Melissa grinned as she sat up, leaned forward and started to stroke his still-hard shaft idly. She giggled at Harry's muffled groan as Eris' movements became more erratic.
"As…if…this…meagre…effort…could…be…enough to satisfy…me…" Eris panted as she began to gyrate and rut against Harry's face. Scowling, Harry redoubled his efforts, pressing the flat of his tongue against her clitoris and letting out another long hiss as he started to mutter nonsense in Parseltongue.
Eris went wild and lost all her composure; her movements became just as erratic and abrupt as the others had been as the powerful sensations pushed her rapidly towards her end. Soon, she was arching her back, tilting her head back and crying out her release as she poured warm honey down Harry's throat.
"Don't…you…dare…stop…licking…!" Eris gasped as she thrust her hips almost painfully against Harry's mouth. For his part, Harry could do nothing but hang on for the ride. He soon realised that she wasn't stopping, and was in fact, building herself towards her first climax. The warmth and surge of strength he got from drinking her essence was making his cock tingle and throb almost painfully in the grip of the others. When he felt four mouths gently kiss his glans at once, he whined and tried to wiggle his hips to pull away, his cock now so sensitive that each lick almost hurt.
He'd been so caught up in what the dryads had been doing that he'd failed to notice that the more of their honey he drank, the more sensitive his body became. Those simple kisses had almost felt like electric shocks. Not only his cock, but his balls had gotten more sensitive as well, as had all the other areas of his body that he usually found receptive to stimulation from the girls, and he could have sworn his testes were starting to ache, as if they were being refilled by the honey he'd been drinking.
Finally, Eris reached her peak and dismounted his face after pouring what seemed to be another few gallons of liquid sugar and probably other things down his throat. He gasped for breath as she moved to the side and slumped in a heap next to Kassandra, who was grinning down at him. He tentatively ran a hand over his slightly bulging stomach. He felt full; he honestly wasn't sure if he could drink anymore without bringing some of it back up.
"Well done. We've never seen her react like that to a male before. I think you may have impressed her," Kassandra praised, gently stroking his hair. Harry's chest heaved as he took deep breaths of cold night air. He honestly wasn't sure if he could go another round. His stomach was full, he felt full, and his dick and balls ached with arousal so much they were starting to hurt. There was more to the honey than just restoring his strength.
"Hagne, are you ready for—what are you doing with that?" Nyx asked.
As one, the entire group turned, including Harry, to see that Hagne had sat down to watch the proceedings and was now leaning against a tree, her legs spread wide. Between them, her small hand held Harry's wand, and she was currently trying to figure out the best way to work it in and out of herself.
The small dryad froze, looking up, eyes wide with embarrassment and shame at being caught.
"Well, it's about time you took an interest in males," Nyx said as she crawled towards her.
"She has been blooming for a couple of months now. And for the first time, too." Kassandra said.
"Put that thing down before you hurt yourself. There's a perfect one for you to have right here." Nyx said, gently prying his wand from her sister's hand and casually tossing it aside.
Hagne looked from Nyx back at Harry, then to the others, who all offered looks of encouragement.
"Come, little sister, have a taste of his shaft and delicious ambrosia," Melissa said, angling his shaft towards Hagne, giving it a little wiggle. Hagne's wide eyes tracked it like a hawk.
"Or mount his face and ride him till you scream," Cybele added with a giggle.
Hagne continued to look between her sisters and Harry, before she crawled forward until she was between his legs, then sat down, tilting her head to watch Melissa gently stroke his engorged shaft, her beautiful blue eyes still wide with arousal, curiosity and awe as she watched his glans slip in and out of his foreskin, before she reached out with a tentative hand to grip his shaft and began to copy Melissa gently. Harry sucked in a breath at the new sensations, the feather-light touch of her fingers sending warm shocks down his shaft.
"That's it…gently…up and down, mind your nails, grip him a little harder, he can take it. See that ridge around the head? That's one of the most sensitive parts, and where the ridge meets the skin that covers his head? That's the most sensitive part." Melissa whispered, watching with a smile as Hagne got more confident, and a smile started to spread across her face. Melissa turned to grin at Harry. "You have no idea how lucky you are. Yours is the first penis she has ever seen up close. The first she has ever touched. The first she will ever taste, and the first that will fill her, and seed her virgin womb, and fill it with life. It's an honour for a male to be a dryad's first."
Harry gritted his teeth as he looked down and studied Hagne as best he could. He noticed the large scar on her neck that covered nearly the left half.
"That scar…did a wizard…?" Harry asked. Hagne looked up at him, a look of embarrassment flickering across her face before she averted her gaze.
"A summer storm. When a dryad's tree is damaged, that damage is reflected on the dryad. Unfortunately, cloning her tree via her acorn won't reverse that damage, as the acorn grew after the strike that hit it. She prefers to talk as little as possible, as doing so is painful for her. She is still beautiful, is she not?" Cybele asked.
Harry could have sworn he felt the air drop below freezing, if it wasn't already that cold, as he studied Hagne more closely. Physically, she was maybe as tall as he was, at least. Her overall physique, while still clearly feminine, also looked young. Physically, she resembled a young teenager, at least Luna's age. Her breasts were small compared to her sisters, but compared to a human, she was roughly somewhere between Hermione and Susan. Her heart-shaped face made her look cute. Her wide-eyed expression added to her charm, and her smile was beautiful. Overall, she was beautiful, like all her sisters, almost unnaturally so.
"You are beautiful," Harry said, honestly surprising himself by how sincere and honest he felt. "It's okay…you…you can do what you want," he added, surprised at his own words.
She looked at him wide-eyed, a look of genuine surprise on her face. Then she looked down at his shaft again, before leaning in, her nose tinkling as she sniffed, her fingers now caressing his head, gently prodding and poking, working his foreskin back, before her small tongue flicked out to give his slit a hesitant, exploratory lick, her blue eyes fixed on his face, watching his reaction.
His cock twitched in her hands, and she drew back, startled, her eyes widening with a flash of fear and uncertainty.
"It's okay, Hagne, they tend to do that when you lick or kiss them. That's a good reaction." Kassandra purred reassuringly.
Hagne paused, looked up at Harry's face, then up at the sky, as if seeing something through the thick canopy of branches. She squinted, then suddenly stood, stepped forward, and reached down, taking one of Harry's hands and, with a grunt, pulling him up to his feet. Harry also winced as his stiff muscles protested the sudden movement.
"What are you doing?" Eris cried as she and the others jumped to their feet.
Hagne looked at her, then the others, before gesturing to the sky, then to Harry, then into the distance, making a few other gestures that Harry couldn't understand.
"Are you sure?" Nyx asked. Hagne nodded.
"Er…what's she saying?" Harry asked.
"She's saying that it's time for you to continue with your journey; she'll go with you to where you need to be to plant the acorns and then return here," Kassandra said.
"What?! She's too young to go wandering around the forest alone!" Eris protested. Hagne gave her a stern look before she made a few more gestures. It almost looked to Harry like a form of sign language, not that he'd seen much of that.
Harry tilted his head, then shrugged, as the cold started to bite once again. He walked over to where his wand was and picked it up, feeling the hungry stare of the dryads watching him as he moved. Rather than feeling embarrassed, though, he enjoyed them ogling him. Then he looked at what was left of his clothes, seeing that his socks and boxers were all that remained intact. With a sigh, he raised his wand and focused, feeling that strange magic stir within him and flow into his wand. The remains of his clothes and shoes suddenly rippled and lifted into the air, merging into a ball of matter and reassembling into a thick, fur-covered hooded robe and a pair of fur-lined boots. But nothing else. He sighed.
"Great…" he muttered as he awkwardly slid the boots on, which were surprisingly comfortable. Then the cloak, slipping it on, fastening the clasp, which also conveniently pulled it closed around him, sealing the two sides together like an invisible zip. He then reached up, rather awkwardly and pulled the hood over his head.
With another wave of his wand, he picked up and shouldered the satchel, taking a moment to quickly check its contents to make sure none of the potion vials were damaged. He also retrieved the fur flask with an Accio.
He then turned to Hagne, who approached him, her gaze running up and down his frame, admiring the fur robe.
"Are you certain about this, little sister? You have no idea how dangerous the forest is! Wondering alone through the forest is too dangerous for one so young!" Nyx said, taking Hagne by the arm, a look of concern on her beautiful face. Hagne smiled at her and nodded resolutely, before turning to Harry.
She made a gesture then turned to leave.
As they started to move, Harry remembered his goggles and Accio'd them into his hand, before slipping them onto his head and over his eyes. He then felt a hand on his other arm and turned to Kassandra, who regarded him with a measured expression.
"We dryads usually don't venture far from our trees. We only do that if we must, or if we're establishing new Groves. Hopefully, wherever you intend to plant the acorns, it will not be too far. The magic in the acorns will sustain her away from her tree, but she will still need your assistance. We are trusting you with her care." Kassandra said.
"Don't worry, I have an idea where to plant them. I'm sure you ladies will be happy with it, and don't worry, I'll look after little Hagne. If the journey is too much, I'll send her back to you." Harry replied with a warm smile.
"No. Stay." Hagne rasped in a hoarse whisper that he could barely hear. A pang of sympathy went through him. Just how badly was her voice damaged? He hesitantly lifted his hand to her neck, then gently ran a finger down the scar tissue.
"If it hurts to talk, then try not to. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe," Harry said. Hagne smiled and leaned forward, planting a gentle peck on his lips.
"Safe journey, little one," Kassandra said, leaning in to hug the petite nymph. The rest did likewise, then, once they'd said their final farewells, Harry and Hagne left the Grove, hand in hand.
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Harry moved through the underbrush, flinching as the branches of trees and shrubs he passed caught in the thick fur of his robe. Thankfully, the thick boots he wore now helped keep his feet warm, but he was still shivering under the thick robe. The warmth he'd got from feeding from the dryads had already worn off, but the arousal had not.
"I'm probably the only bloke alive with a raging hard dick in sub-zero temperatures," he muttered. He still couldn't believe the dryads had effectively destroyed his clothes.
He took a moment to check his watch, eyes widening as he looked down at it—1 AM.
He'd been in that dryad Grove for about an hour and a half. He found himself smiling, despite the situation, when he felt Hagne wrap an arm around his waist, her hand soon moving down to cup his arse, taking full advantage of the opportunity to explore his body more. She seemed to take every chance she could to touch him, and her gaze, when it wasn't on where they were going, was solely on him, or parts of him, he'd noticed.
The look of curiosity and innocent, child-like wonder she'd worn back in the Grove was still there, but now there was also an eager, almost hopeful look on her cute face. And he had to admit, she was pretty. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to drop down to focus on his shaft more often than not, even when she couldn't see it. He wasn't surprised to find it still hadn't softened even a little since leaving the Grove.
Usually, after he'd cum a few times, it diminished to at most a semi-aroused state, but ever since he'd drunk from the dryads, he hadn't softened one bit, and Hagne had been taking full advantage to ogle him whenever she could.
Around them, the forest was blanketed by a soft dusting of snow and frost. It was pretty beautiful, if ridiculously cold. Icicles hung from branches and rock overhangs, creating a rather beautiful scenic view for the light from his wand to pass over.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, noticing how she pressed herself against him. Pausing for a moment, he pulled his right arm out of the sleeve, opened his robe and pulled her against him. Then he wrapped the robe around her as best he could, casting a small expansion charm on it to make sure there was enough of it to cover both of them and let it reseal around them both. He then cast a few warming charms on the inside of the robe.
He suspected Hagne had it worse, though, as she was naked, not even wearing boots.
"Mhmm," Hagne murmured, nodding as she wrapped her left arm around his waist and gave him a gentle squeeze, then let her hand drift down below his waist. She leaned in, resting her head against his shoulder as they slowly walked.
His gaze flicked down to the scar on Hagne's neck, which ran from her jawline down to her collarbone. He felt bad for her. That scar was so large and deep that it damaged her vocal cords, and if what the others had said was true, growing her new tree wouldn't repair that damage.
'That must have been one hell of a lightning strike…' he thought. 'If talking is painful for her, how's she going to handle a scream-inducing orgasm?'
Then the strange, sweet scent he'd first noticed in the Grove hit him again as one of the small blue buds in her branch-like hair fell closer to his face, and he sniffed. It smelled rather lovely, though he was no plant expert like Neville, so he couldn't really place it, but it certainly had an affect on him when he shivered again, but this time, not from the cold, as a fresh wave of warmth and arousal ran through him, and his shaft throbbed back to full mast in no time.
Hagne seemed to take note, and with a giggle, slipped her hand back around his waist to his front, copping a feel shamelessly under the thick robe.
"Is mine the first one you've ever seen or touched?" he asked quietly, almost whispering as his breath caught at the touch of her exploring hand. She turned to face him as they walked. Her gaze came up to meet his, her face darkening in a blush. She nodded and turned away, smiling shyly, her face the very picture of embarrassment.
"You know you could have explored me back in the Grove, right? I honestly wouldn't have stopped you," he said with a smile. Not mentioning that her sisters probably wouldn't let him stop her.
She looked at him again, still smiling and gave a light shake of her head, then gestured to the snow-covered forest around them with a tilt of her head, off into the distance, and then nodded at him. It took him a while, but he eventually seemed to get it. She didn't want him to be delayed any longer, and he found that…oddly endearing, that she was the most caring and considerate out of the entire group.
"Are you alright, Hagne? You seem to be struggling. You didn't know how far I have to go, did you?" he asked, bringing his wand hand up to gently place his wand behind his ear, as he'd seen Luna do. He reached down to cup her face gently as they came to a stop. He gently embraced her, awkwardly pulling his left arm out of that sleeve, then wrapping both of them around her, pressing her fully against him as she too embraced him in a fierce hug. Hagne looked at him, blinking as their gazes locked, their noses almost touching, their combined breath misting as she shivered in his grasp.
She was freezing. The Grove must have somehow held off the worst of the cold, but out here, she had no protection. He hoped she'd be able to make it back on her own.
Harry didn't realise just how close their faces were until he felt her warm breath wash over his lips as it misted in the air. A second later, their lips met in a gentle, curious kiss.
He was taken off guard, so much so that when he felt her tongue curiously, hesitantly probe his lips, he offered no resistance as her tongue entered his mouth and started exploring, a rather cute moan emanating from her throat as the kiss deepened.
Emotions surged within Harry as he felt Hagne press herself against him, her arms tightening around him, her hands starting to roam up and down his back, tracing the lean muscles she found there, even tracing over a few of the faint scars he had there. Remnants of his time with his cousin. Her hands eventually moved down to his hips before stopping.
They were both panting when they separated, their breath condensing in the frigid air. Each locked eyes with the other, cerulean blue and emerald green, both lidded, both dark with emotion. Curiosity, desire, eagerness, uncertainty, hesitation…
Affection.
Harry was genuinely surprised by the intensity of the affection he saw in her blue eyes, the gratitude, eagerness, hope, desire, and anticipation he saw there.
"Is it true what your sister said? Is your species that close to extinction?" he whispered.
A nod, her face turning solemn.
"And you believe I could help with that?"
Another nod, her expression turning hopeful. "Sisters believe, hope," her voice came out as a hoarse rasp, like her throat was parched and full of sawdust, like she had a sore throat or hadn't talked in years. What she got out was barely a whisper.
"And you've never seen a naked male or touched one before me?"
A headshake, "You are first I touch," she said in another whispered rasp.
"Was that…was that your first kiss?"
Another nod, an affectionate, hopeful smile.
He felt her hands on his hips move down a little hesitantly. He gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. "It's okay, Hagne, explore all you want."
Her eyes widened for a moment, showing a mixture of surprise and gratitude, before he felt her hands move down, over the firm muscles of his bum, giving each an exploratory squeeze. Harry smiled and chuckled, despite himself, then Hagne let out a gasp as his shaft, which had been pressed against her leg, slid between her thighs, and she clamped them tight around it as it pressed against her warm, wet lips, and she moaned in approval.
She rested her chin on his shoulder as he hugged her, and she gave her hips an experimental thrust, grinding against him. She grunted, moaned, then shivered. Harry held her steady, not moving. Once, perhaps a year ago, he might have baulked at the idea of letting a naked girl he didn't know grind against him like this, especially in a snow-covered forest at night in the heart of winter, but now, oddly enough, he was okay with it. Hagne was exploring her sexuality, and his. Was their current location the best place for this? No, but he didn't see any alternatives. She was cold; this was the best way to warm her up, so he would indulge her curiosity as much as he had to.
Plus, it did feel rather good having her pressed against his skin like that. She was hot; if anything, she was helping to keep him warm, rather than the other way round. The warming charms inside the robe had done the job.
Soon her thrusting became steadier, less erratic, and she turned to press a kiss into his neck, before she whispered into his left ear a thick rasping plea, "Touch me…"
He paused for a moment before slipping his hands into the front of the robe until they found the warm, smooth and firm globes of muscle at her hips, giving them the same curious squeeze she'd given him. She hummed in approval, her thrusting becoming a little faster, her breathing a little heavier. He started to feel warmth spreading along the top of his shaft as her thighs, which were also getting wet, slid along its length. Was she trying to bring herself to orgasm by grinding on his dick?
Had she even had one before?
Curiously, he brought one of his hands up and around, awkwardly slipping his left arm out of the robe sleeve so he could touch her as she wished while keeping his arm and hand inside the robe, and keeping the robe closed around them, to help trap the heat that was now building within it. For a moment, he wondered if they got down on the ground, would the robe bury them like a thick blanket?
A perfect little improvised love nest for the curious and oversexed little dryad to fully explore and ravish him? He was going to keep this robe, he decided, he just hoped the transfiguration was permanent.
"Touch…me…please…" she rasped again, and this time, he obeyed. His left hand went to her right breast, which was pretty modest in size, her nipple erect and her breast coated in a layer of nectar that had also transferred to his chest. His other hand went lower, to her thrusting hips, where it encountered the sticky goo now covering his cock and her pussy and thighs. His fingers soon found her lips, which were hot, wet and covered in thick liquid he guessed was honey. His fingers soon delved into those lips and found her clitoris and clenching entrance, which didn't feel any warmer than a human did.
The instant his fingers made contact, she stiffened, squeaked, then let out a rasping moan which turned into a halting cry that echoed through the trees, as with several jerks of her hips, he felt her lips suddenly close on his fingers, as if they were like the lips on her face. The finger he'd gently started to push into her tight vagina was suddenly gripped and squeezed by the clenching muscles. Her shutting motion, combined with the limited space for movement, forced the first and then a second finger into a clenching muscle as she clamped down on him. The added friction caused by the honey she produced meant that his fingers had very little room to move. Still, it seemed that was enough for her. With another cry, Hagne arched her back, thrusting her hips against his trapped hand and shaft, sending another cascade of warm, thick honey flowing over them and her legs, as well as a few stray traces on him.
Harry stood still, amazed at the situation. He held the panting dryad as she sagged against him, her arms still wrapping him in a hug as she hummed and mewled in her afterglow. Had this been her first orgasm? Had she just had her first climax grinding on his dick and hand? She must have been incredibly pent up, he reasoned.
He felt equal parts disbelief, elation, hysterical humour, and barely controlled lust and frustration as he realised just how close he had been to spraying cum all over her green thighs and pussy.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing and panting on his neck, Hagne seemed to collect herself and gently kiss his neck, before whispering "Thank you," in his ear. Then she pulled back and looked down, her satisfied expression turning to one of wonder, lust, and hunger. When her gaze returned to meet his, he was surprised to see how turned on she looked. She smirked, then leaned in and quickly kissed him, before whispering in a hoarse voice.
"Now…your turn…"
Before he could say or do anything to stop her, she dipped under the robe, the bulge that indicated her presence sinking until it was in front of his legs. The hem of the robe was just about level with the ground, and seemed to do a pretty damn good job of trapping all the heat they'd generated; his legs were no longer freezing, at least. For a second, he wondered what she would do; he tried to look down the robe but couldn't get a good view. He considered opening it, but didn't want to let out any of the heat. He felt her hands on his cock and balls, her fingers gently gripping and exploring his equipment, before rolling back his foreskin, an instant before he felt warm air brush over his glans, then something hot and wet flicked against his very tip, his glans, the ridge around it, under his foreskin, then the shaft, trailing a slow, curious path down to his balls.
She was licking him.
Exploring him.