Read Part 1 of this story first…
“So, now you know how things once were. Men have forgotten us, and very few venture this deep into the forest in these times. They are too busy cutting and burning to spread their dead city farther and farther into our world.” The dryad sighed and looked into the distance.
The succubus tentatively placed an arm around her green shoulders. “I am sorry. I truly am. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to be trapped here. Never leaving your tree.”
Chrysophelia shrugged. “I’ve known nothing different. My tree is me, and I am her. I could no more leave her than you could remove your heart. It is who I am. But, yes, it is a lonely life.”
The red sun dipped slowly below the treetops, and a cooling shadow fell over the meadow. Night would be here soon.
“I guess no man is coming here today. So, I must leave and hunt. I cannot wait any longer.”
The dryad sighed. “I understand. You need to…” She tilted her head to one side and froze in place. “Quick! Climb into my branches and hide!”
“What?! Why?”
“A man is coming through the forest. My sisters just passed the news about him. He will be here soon! Hide!”
Vianelle scrambled up the trunk and grabbed the lowest branch, swinging her light body up into the apple tree. Climbing higher, she found a comfortable branch that allowed her to peer around the trunk and through the thick leaves. A whistling song reached her sensitive ears. The human must be very close now. She glanced into the nearby branches, but the dryad had somehow vanished.
A young man slipped between the dense branches on the far side of the meadow and looked around with surprise and delight. Even in the dim light of the setting sun, he noticed the apple trees heavy with green and red fruit. He circled the edge of the meadow, plucking apples and slipping them into his backpack. Holding one in his hand, he took such a massive bite that the loud crunch reached Vianelle’s ears.
She flattened herself even more against the trunk as he approached the dryad’s tree. The man tossed the core into the forest and pulled another apple from one of Chrysophelia’s lower branches.
Vianelle swore she heard a muffled moan as he did so, and the man froze in place for a second. He glanced around the meadow and peered into the dense branches above. Then, shrugging, he adjusted the straps of his pack and moved away. Finding the trail on the other side of the meadow, he slipped into the dark forest. A whistling tune faded into the distance until all was quiet once more.
“He did not stay! I must follow him. He had a kind face and a sturdy form. His seed must be plentiful!”
The dryad dropped from her hiding place and reached to help the succubus down to the grass below her perch. “Yes, they rarely stay. Lucky you! You can pursue him, but my needs will remain unfulfilled again.”
“I will return someday. I enjoyed our visit and your stories. But I must feed, and I cannot afford to lose him. Take care of yourself, pretty green one!”
“You, too, dark one. You are not like the others I have met before. I wish you well, and good luck with your hunt!”
Vianelle slipped down the dark forest trail in pursuit of the young man. Occasionally, she would catch his scent carried back to her on the gentle evening breeze. It was warm and musky, which made her body tingle in anticipation. She felt herself becoming a little wet at the thought of taking him into her mouth. The hunger for his seed was building to an unbearable level.
His whistling reached her ears as she drew closer. He wasn’t far. So, she slowed her pace and stepped more carefully to avoid crunching the dry twigs and leaves underfoot. She couldn’t risk being caught and seen for what she was.
His male scent grew stronger, and she could hear the sounds of him rustling around and making camp. So, she stopped behind a large oak tree and climbed up into its thick lower branches to make herself comfortable. It was time to be patient and wait until the human fell asleep.
Time passed slowly, and suddenly her stomach growled loudly. Panicking, she wrapped her arms around herself and hoped to muffle the sound. But her worries were unfounded. She could hear soft snoring coming through the dark forest. The man was asleep!
She climbed down from the tree as carefully and quietly as she could. Cautiously, she moved down the trail to search for his camping spot. Soon, she found herself in a tiny clearing and noticed his dark form under a nearby tree. Many of her demonic traits were liabilities in this world, but excellent night vision was one perk she enjoyed.
As she approached the sleeping man, she could see that he was lying on top of a bedroll, fully clothed. She sighed internally. Well, at least he hadn’t wrapped himself up in a blanket. But now she would have to manage getting into his trousers without him awakening.
Kneeling on the ground next to his waist, she leaned over and used her small, nimble fingers to explore the button and zipper concealing the prize she craved. He was already partially aroused, as evidenced by the tenting of his pants. Wonderful. That made her task a little easier.
She paused each time his breath caught and sleepy mumbles reacted to her touch. However, she soon reached inside and gently pulled his pulsing cock free so that it rose into the cooling night air.
Her tummy growled again, but she didn’t care anymore. It was time to feed and extract the man’s seed. Leaning over, she extended the tip of her long, dark tongue. She traced his shaft from the base to the sensitive area under the swollen head. The man twitched and moved underneath her, but she had already committed herself to finishing the task.
Slowly and gently, she took the thick, pulsing head into her small mouth and suckled. Pre-cum leaked onto her tongue, sending her into a quiver of ecstasy that rippled across her slim form. Mmmmm… it had been too long.
Vianelle took him deeper and deeper into her hot mouth, struggling a bit to accept his thick shaft. Bringing her head down closer to his groin, she let the length of him slide down her throat. With a pulsing swallow, she expertly sucked his cock and lapped underneath with her hungry tongue. She had been feeding like this for centuries.
The man moaned in his sleep as his hips rose to meet her mouth. Good, his dreaming mind was making it easier for her to feed. She sucked harder and faster, sensing how close he was to giving her what she craved. What she required to survive.
His breath quickened, puffing out in small pants. She felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. Suddenly, he exploded, and hot man-seed flooded her mouth and ran down her throat. She gulped greedily, sucking hard to extract every drop of cum that spurted from the thick head.
Unfortunately, her desire to feed completely caused her to suck so hard that the man startled awake. Strong hands came down on her shoulders and pushed her away.
But he was too late. She had taken her fill of him. Well, as much as he could give her in this moment.
“What the hell?! Who are you? What are you doing?”
She slid back and away from him into a crouch. His weak human eyes couldn’t clearly see what she was. She relaxed a bit. That meant he wouldn’t observe the inevitable transformation as her body absorbed his seed.
Dark wings unfurled from her small back and fanned the air behind her. A sinuous tail emerged from the base of her spine and coiled around her body. Tiny, sharp horns pressed through her thick, dark hair and curved up to the night sky. She shivered with the joy of becoming her true self, even though it would fade away by morning.
She huffed. “I am only giving you pleasure. Is that so terrible?”
“Terrible? It’s fucking weird! Seriously, who are you? Who does that?!”
The succubus shrugged, even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “I do. My name is Vianelle. I did not hurt you, did I?”
He seemed to relax a little. “Well, no. You didn’t hurt me. But you gotta admit that wasn’t cool. Have you ever heard of consent?”
Consent? How ironic to hear about consent from a human. The very creatures who so often enslaved her and used her body for their carnal pleasures.
“I am sorry if it bothered you. I can ask next time.”
“Next time? What are you talking about? There won’t be a next time.”
She sighed. “I know you enjoyed it. Your seed is still warm in my stomach.” She hesitated for a second before continuing. “I have a proposition for you.”
Damn, man! Just say yes to that proposition!