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Ending Part 1 - Trapping the Succubus
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Despite his irritation, Callum felt a stirring inside. The dryad was beautiful, and the long days and nights of isolation took their toll, even if he never admitted it. He’d been alone for decades since his wife had died. He loved his solitude, but he missed her so much.
“You would help me with the… harvesting of the seed? That would certainly speed up the process. Are you sure about this?”
She reached for him and nodded. “Oh, I’m sure. It would have been a challenge in your previous state. But the new you will be a delight to explore.”
He blocked her hands and leaned away. “Not so fast! I need something to store it. Let me see… I must have a bottle tucked away here somewhere.”
He started rummaging through a surprising number of hidden pockets in his coat. Grumbling and fumbling, he extracted and shifted bizarre little boxes, twigs, stones, rings, metal gadgets, and various indescribable objects from pocket to pocket.
“This one is too small. Dammit, I’m missing a stopper. When did I crack this bottle? Fuck!”
He opened one, sniffed the contents, sealed it back up, and put it away. Finally, he found a smoky crystalline cylinder about the length of his palm. Uncorking it, he took a deep whiff and smiled.
“Ah, I don’t need this. It will do nicely.” He poured out the contents and let it splash onto the ground below the tree. A tendril of smoke curled into the air as the liquid vaporized.
The dryad moved closer to him and asked, “Is it time? Are you ready?”
Callum nodded and held the bottle in one hand. He was still clinging to the branch above with his other hand. “Ummm, can you manage the rest? As you can see, my hands are full. I need all of it in the bottle. Understood?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I understand what you’re saying. But you owe me one. Actually, I think you now owe me two since I’m the one who told you about this… succubus. When this is all over, come back here and spend an evening with me under the stars.”
“Agreed,” he said. “I’ll return. I always do, anyway. You have the sweetest fruit in the forest.”
Now it was her turn to blush. With a smile on her soft emerald lips, she moved closer and unbuttoned his trousers. She reached inside to find his manhood and pulled it free.
His cock was already swelling, and it grew thicker in her hands as she began slowly stroking him. She used long, squeezing strokes that made the head expand and grow larger.
“I can’t even remember the last time I tasted a man. I want to discover your flavor.”
She scooted closer on the thick branch and slid between his legs. Her head dipped into his lap, and Callum gasped as the dryad’s tongue traced the full length of his shaft. She took the head into her mouth and began sucking him.
Her head bobbed up and down, with her green curls bouncing and her long hair draping across his thighs. He wished he could watch her, but he was too focused on maintaining his grip and balance so he wouldn’t fall from the tree.
“Mmmmm…” she moaned right before taking him all the way into her mouth and sliding his cock down her throat. He felt her gulping and milking him with such vigor that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It had been too long.
Callum could feel a tingle building in his groin. Pleasurable sparks raced up and down his spine. The pressure was increasing deep inside, and he knew it was about to release.
He groaned and panted, “I’m going to cum any second now. Don’t swallow! I need it all in the bottle.”
“MmmHmm…” she mumbled around his cock, which was enough to push him right over the edge. With a clenching and bucking spasm of his hips, he thrust between her soft lips and unleashed a massive load of hot semen. His shaft twitched and pulsed as he pumped more and more of his essence into her warm, wet mouth.
She stroked and milked him while sucking hard to pull the last drops from the throbbing head. His glistening cock slid out of her mouth. Sitting up, she looked at the object in his hand.
Callum brought the shimmering bottle closer to the dryad’s pursed green lips. She leaned forward and placed her mouth against the opening, and spit his seed inside. Then she leaned back, smiled at him, and licked her lips.
“Next time, I want your seed inside me, not in some stupid bottle.”
He sealed the cylinder and nodded. “Deal. I’d enjoy that very much when I return. Thank you for helping me. I could never produce that amount on my own.”
He tucked the bottle into a pocket hidden deep inside his unusual coat. Closing and buttoning his pants, he reached for a lower branch and climbed down from her tree to the moss-covered ground below.
Callum squinted back up into the thick branches hanging heavy with plump red apples. “I’ll return when I’ve taken care of it. That is if she doesn’t kill me. Farewell, my leafy girl!”
She watched him walk away and disappear into the dense forest. Sighing deeply, she climbed back to the trunk and flowed around it to disappear from human sight. It wouldn’t be the first time a man promised to return — yet never did. She hoped he would succeed and remember her, but she feared she would never see him again.
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