The Dryad of the Forest Climbed into Our Carriage

The carriage's constant rattling had me half asleep. Every time I opened my eyes, I saw the same thing: trunks, leaves, branches, and flashes of sunlight slipping through the dense foliage. Beside me, Liria maintained that perfect posture only she could hold for hours, her back straight, chin high, and a calmness that irritated me as much as it aroused me.

I had been in her service for weeks, if that was what one could call the way she had kept me at her side ever since deciding to make me her official traveling companion. The title sounded elegant. The reality was much simpler: she liked having me close, touching me when no one was looking, and finding out how long it took her to make me wet with nothing but a quietly spoken command.

—You look bored, she said, without looking at me at first, as though she only had to smell it.

—Because I am bored, I murmured, resting my temple against the window.

Her hand slowly descended to my thigh and began squeezing it with indecent confidence. It was not an innocent caress. Her fingers moved a little higher, just a little, enough to put me on alert.

—We could entertain ourselves, she whispered. If you don't moan too loudly, those two idiots won't hear anything from outside.

Her gaze caught mine for a second, amused and hungry. I caught her hand and kissed her fingertips, moving it away before it could go any higher.

—Better not, I told her. One of the coachmen was watching me this morning while I was changing. If he hears you, he'll think he has the right to imagine more than he should.

I saw her jaw tighten. Liria did not like people touching what she considered hers, and even less did she like them looking at it without permission.

Before she could answer, the carriage gave a brutal lurch. Then came a sharp crack, wood splitting, and the vehicle tilted to one side before stopping with a jolt that nearly threw us on top of each other.

The men jumped down. The older man's voice came from outside, muffled and nervous.

—A wheel's broken.

Liria opened the door and the sunlight hit us full in the face. We climbed down onto the road. The forest was denser than it had looked through the window, damp and silent beneath the birdsong. The older coachman was kneeling beside the splintered wheel, prodding the broken spokes with an irritated expression.

—It can't be fixed here, he said. We have to fetch another one.

The younger man offered to run to the nearest village. Liria accepted reluctantly. The old man insisted on staying with us 'for protection,' though the way he looked at me when he said it made it clear that his idea of protecting us and his idea of taking advantage of an opportunity must have looked far too similar.

When the younger man disappeared among the trees, silence settled over the road again. Liria examined the carriage. I sat on the step, still feeling sleep clinging to my body and the annoyance of that lecherous stare boring into me.

I must have nodded off for only a few minutes. A scream woke me.

When I looked up, I saw the coachman standing at the edge of the forest, rigid, one arm half raised. I followed his gaze and took a moment to distinguish her among the branches. At first she looked like a pale shadow amid the green. Then she took a step, and I saw her whole.

She was a petite woman, completely naked, with pale skin and short blond hair held back by a crown of flowers. She wore nothing else. Nothing. Her small breasts, smooth belly, and bare triangle between her legs were fully exposed beneath the filtered forest light. She looked like an adult, but there was something wild and alien to every human custom about her, as though modesty had never existed in her world.

The old man took a step toward her.

—Hey, you, come here. Maybe you can help us.

I knew that tone. He was not asking for help. He was scenting prey.

The stranger stepped back. Liria spoke then in a language I did not understand, soft and musical, completely different from ours. The woman of the forest stopped and turned her head. Emboldened, the coachman advanced again with a shitty grin.

—If you don't understand words, I'll teach you with my hands…

He never finished the sentence. The stranger raised her palm to her lips and blew. A cloud of green dust covered his face. The man dropped to his knees and then fell flat on his face, asleep before he had even fully touched the ground.

I backed toward the carriage. Liria, on the other hand, knelt before the woman and spoke to her again in that strange language. The other woman approached cautiously, stepping around the fallen body without even looking at it. When she spoke in our language, her voice sounded clear, like water over stone.

—You speak well for an outsider.

—Well enough to apologize, Liria replied. He won't bother you again.

The stranger looked at me then. Her eyes lingered for a moment on my clothes, then on Liria's tunic, as though she were comparing us.

—Why do you cover yourselves?

—Because bodies awaken hunger, I said before thinking.

She frowned, genuinely confused.

—Hunger?

Liria smiled. I saw that gleam appear on her face, the one that always came just before she took control of a situation.

—Perhaps it would be better to show you than to explain.

She took off her tunic right there. She let it fall onto the moss with calculated slowness. She wore nothing underneath. Her brown body was exposed to the sunlight: full breasts, firm belly, soft blond hair over her already swollen pussy. The stranger parted her lips slightly and looked her over, curious, almost fascinated.

—We are alike, she murmured, touching her shoulders, her nipples, her belly, and finally reaching between her legs.

The shudder that ran through her when she touched herself sent such a sharp stab of desire through me that I had to squeeze my knees together.

—Yes, Liria said, moving closer. And there are many ways to use that to feel pleasure.

—Show me.

Liria did not look at me, but her smile grew when she heard it.

—Climb into the carriage with us.

The woman of the forest accepted without arguing. She climbed in first, light-footed and barefoot. I moved aside to make room for her, though in truth I wanted to flee from the proximity of that naked body and look at it at the same time. When she stood in front of me, I noticed the scent clinging to her: damp earth, crushed leaves, flowers warmed by the sun.

—My name is Mara, I said, because I needed to say something.

—They call me Eirea, she replied.

Liria closed the door behind her. The dimness inside wrapped around us, warm and intimate, cut off from the world by wood, curtains, and the unconscious body of the coachman lying outside.

—Sit down, she ordered Eirea.

The dryad obeyed with curious docility, sitting on the padded bench. Liria positioned herself between her knees and opened her legs with her hands. I saw Eirea's sex up close for the first time: swollen, wet, her lips already glistening though no one had barely touched her.

—What you felt when you touched yourself, Liria whispered, was only the beginning.

She slipped two fingers between her lips and began caressing her slowly. Eirea gave a short, genuine gasp and threw her head back. Liria kissed her at that moment, covering her mouth with her own. It was not a delicate kiss. She opened Eirea's lips with her tongue and thrust it inside while her fingers rubbed the clitoris and then sank into the creature's wet pussy.

I could not look away. Liria's fingers moved in and out slowly at first, then with a firm rhythm, curling inside her. Eirea moaned against her mouth, clumsy at first, and then began answering the kiss as though learning it on the fly. Her hips started moving on their own, seeking more.

—That's it, Liria murmured when she pulled away slightly. Let yourself go.

She brought her thumb up and continued rubbing Eirea's clitoris while her other fingers opened her pussy from within. The wet sound filled the carriage. Eirea trembled from head to toe. Her hands clutched Liria's shoulders, digging in with her fingers as pleasure climbed visibly through her belly in waves.

She came with a muffled moan and a spasm that closed her thighs around Liria's wrist. Her pussy clenched hard around Liria's fingers. I felt mine throb at the sight, soaking me so thoroughly that the fabric clung to me at once.

Liria withdrew her fingers and brought them to my lips.

—Taste.

I did not hesitate. I sucked them one by one. The taste surprised me: sweet, vegetal, strange, and addictive. I swallowed without taking my eyes off her. She knew it. She always knew.

—Take off your clothes, Mara.

My body obeyed before my pride could. I undid my doublet with clumsy hands, pulled off the thin shirt beneath it, and exposed my small breasts, my nipples already hard. Eirea stared at me openly, with a pure curiosity that made me even hornier. I lowered my trousers and panties to my ankles as well, standing open before her inside that narrow space.

—Look at me carefully, I told her, moving closer. Now you're going to learn my taste.

I kissed her first. I grabbed the back of her neck and plunged my tongue into her mouth, still wet from Liria's kiss. She answered me at once, less clumsy, hungrier. As our tongues tangled, I brought one hand to one of her small breasts and pinched her nipple. She gasped against my mouth.

Liria, already kneeling on the carriage floor, separated us just enough to open Eirea's legs again and bury her face between her thighs. The first lick sounded clearly. Eirea let out a sharp cry and grabbed my waist.

I stood on the seat, my legs on either side of her body, and brought my pussy to her face. I saw her understand what I wanted even before I told her.

—Lick, I ordered, my voice broken. But gently. Use your tongue, not your teeth.

She obeyed. The first stroke was clumsy and too forceful, but the contact made me shudder. The second was better. The third made me moan openly. Eirea learned quickly, as though her body understood the pleasure of others with the same naturalness with which she breathed the forest air. Her tongue slipped between my lips, rose to my clitoris, and descended again, each time with more rhythm.

Below us, Liria was devouring her. I cannot find another word. She spread Eirea's pussy with her fingers and licked it from bottom to top, thrusting her tongue inside hungrily, sucking her clitoris and penetrating her again with her soaked fingers. The sound of her mouth working between those thighs drove me crazy.

—Fuck… yes… like that… I panted, gripping the carriage roof so I would not fall.

Eirea held me by the buttocks and spread me wider so she could lick me better. I felt her tongue going in and out, firmer and more confident. I even felt her lips sucking my clitoris with growing avidity. I moaned so loudly that I had to bite my knuckle.

Liria pulled her mouth away from Eirea's pussy for a moment only to say:

—Don't hold back, Mara. I want to see you come on her face.

That was enough. I spread myself with two fingers and offered her more. Eirea thrust her tongue in eagerly, following my rhythm, devouring me as though she had been born for it. My orgasm rose all at once. My legs trembled, and I came over her mouth with a hoarse, drawn-out moan, unable to close my mouth or my eyes. I felt her continue licking me through the spasms, swallowing everything with an almost obscene voracity.

When I lowered my gaze, I saw her face shining with my fluids, looking up with a new expression, hotter, wilder. She licked her lips, then sucked my wet fingers when I held them out to her. I almost came again just from seeing that.

Liria was still between her legs. Eirea was already on the verge again; I could see it in the twitching of her belly, in the way her thighs closed, and in the broken moans she released while my mistress's tongue undid her. Then I decided I was done watching. I wanted to enter that experience for real.

I knelt beside her and caressed one breast while Liria licked below. I lowered my mouth to the other nipple, circled it with my tongue, and sucked it. Eirea shuddered from head to toe. I placed a hand on her belly and let it slide between her legs until I felt the wet movement of Liria's mouth. I slipped one finger beside her tongue. Eirea's pussy clenched around me at once.

—More, she said, barely more than an exhalation. I want more.

—We'll give you more, Liria replied, pulling away just enough to speak.

She settled Eirea more comfortably on the bench and looked at me. I understood instantly. I positioned myself behind Eirea, resting her back against my chest. I opened her legs again, and Liria settled in front of her. I spread Eirea's pussy lips with two fingers while my other hand massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, already hard as stones.

Liria spat on two fingers and slipped them in slowly. Eirea gasped. They entered easily, thoroughly wet. She withdrew them and inserted three this time, burying them to the hilt. The dryad arched her back and threw her head against my shoulder. I gently bit her neck, then licked it.

—That's it… that's it… Eirea repeated, lost.

Liria began fucking her with her hand in earnest. Three fingers moving in and out, curling inside her, striking a spot that made her whole body jerk. With her thumb she rubbed the clitoris in quick circles. I held her open for Liria and felt that pussy swallow every thrust of her fingers, wet, hot, tight.

I wanted more for myself, too. I brought one hand between my legs and began masturbating to the rhythm Liria set in Eirea. Each time her fingers entered, mine rubbed my clitoris. Each time she moaned, I bit my lip and edged a little closer to the brink.

Liria looked up and saw me touching myself.

—Don't hide, she said. Put your fingers inside. I want her to learn by watching you fuck yourself.

I did it. I pushed two fingers into my soaked pussy and moaned at once. Eirea opened her eyes to watch my hand working between my legs. Her breathing quickened even more. I whispered in her ear:

—That's how it's done. This dirty. This good.

Liria lowered her mouth again and sucked Eirea's clitoris without stopping her fingers. The contrast undid her. Eirea came with a cry clearer than the ones before, twisting between us. Her orgasm lasted several seconds. I felt it in the way she dug her nails into my thigh and in how her pussy desperately clenched Liria's fingers again and again.

But Liria did not stop.

—Not yet, she murmured against her sex, and kept licking.

Eirea trembled, sensitive, on the edge of too much. I kissed her temple and continued fondling her breasts while my fingers kept moving in and out of my own pussy. The sight of Liria eating her like that, without mercy, was what finally broke me. I came again with a muffled moan against Eirea's neck, squeezing my thighs and coating my fingers with more lubrication.

When I could breathe again, Liria sat up with her mouth shining and took my wrist. She sucked my fingers, the ones that had just been inside me, watching me as though that were her reward. Then she kissed me and passed my own taste from mouth to mouth. I shuddered all over.

Eirea watched us as though she wanted to swallow every gesture. Her lips were swollen, her legs open, and her pussy still throbbing. I ran two fingers over it, and she let out a whimper.

—I want to taste you, she told me, looking at Liria now.

My mistress smiled slowly, that dangerous smile that made me lower my head even when I did not want to.

—Then get on your knees.

Eirea obeyed. Liria sat on the bench and opened her legs with insulting calm. Her pussy was soaked. Her lips were swollen, her clitoris peeking wetly from among the pale hair. I crouched to one side, just to see it up close and to watch Eirea's face when she understood what lay before her.

—Lick it, Liria said. Slowly at first.

Eirea passed her tongue over it reverently, almost carefully. Liria exhaled through her nose and spread her legs wider. The second lick was firmer. The third ended with Eirea's mouth pressed against her pussy, already sucking without shyness. She learned quickly at everything. Very quickly.

I positioned myself behind Liria and brushed the hair away from the back of her neck. I kissed her neck while the dryad ate her pussy. I lowered one hand to her breasts and kneaded one hard. Her moan, restrained until then, came out deeper.

—Put your fingers inside her, I instructed Eirea.

She obeyed, first one, then two. Liria arched her back. I felt the dirty pride of finally seeing her lose control, if only a little.

—That's it, fuck… don't stop… Liria murmured.

The dryad did not stop. She sucked Liria's clitoris and fingered her with an enthusiasm that was no longer innocent in the slightest. I continued squeezing her nipples, biting her shoulder, and rubbing myself against her back like a horny bitch. Liria reached one hand behind her and grabbed my hair, forcing me to kiss her mouth when she turned slightly.

That kiss coincided with her orgasm. She came with a long shudder, swallowing my moan while Eirea remained beneath her, drinking everything that spilled from her pussy. When Liria pulled away, she was breathing faster, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes heavy with pleasure. I had seen her like that very few times.

The three of us remained panting in the carriage's warm darkness. Outside, the forest continued breathing as though nothing had happened. Then a distant male voice came closer along the road.

—I've got the wheel! I'm coming back!

Eirea went rigid at once. She turned her head toward the door like an animal hearing the trap snap shut. She gently but urgently pushed me away and sprang upright.

—I have to go.

—Wait, I said, reaching out.

But she was already opening the door. Before she climbed down, Liria caught her wrist and gave her a short, wet, possessive kiss. Eirea looked at her with a strange expression, somewhere between hunger and promise. Then she disappeared among the branches with impossible speed, as though the forest had swallowed her.

Liria slammed the door shut just before the young coachman reached the side of the carriage. We dressed in a hurry. I was still trembling, my pussy sensitive and my legs weak, as I fumbled with the laces. Liria assumed a cold, composed voice to give an explanation. She said a creature from the forest had attacked us, that the old coachman had tried to defend us and had fallen under a spell. The young man believed every word.

When we finally set off again, the carriage began jolting along the road once more. The rattling no longer made me sleepy. It had my entire body burning.

Liria leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, as though she wanted to rest. I saw the slight tremor in her thigh and understood at once that her pleasure had been intense, yes, but not enough. I knelt on the floor between her legs and lifted her skirt.

—I still owe you a quiet orgasm, I told her.

She opened her eyes only to look at me with tired desire.

—Do it without making a sound.

I moved her underwear aside and buried my face in her pussy. It was still wet and hot, carrying the mixed taste of her arousal and Eirea's mouth. I gave it a long lick from bottom to top, lingering on the clitoris until I felt her thighs tense. Liria grabbed my hair, not to pull me away but to guide me.

—Harder there, she whispered.

I obeyed. I sucked, licked, and thrust my tongue inside, alternating rhythm and pressure while the carriage rattled and the men outside suspected nothing. The motion of the journey made her pussy rub even more against my mouth. I slipped two fingers inside and began fucking her slowly while continuing to suck her.

Liria bit her knuckle to keep from moaning. I felt her growing wetter and wetter, felt her clench around my fingers inside. The image of Eirea spread open on the bench, her face between my legs, her mouth on Liria's pussy, had me just as horny again, so wet that I was soaking myself merely by eating her.

—Do you think we'll see her again? I asked without pulling away completely.

Her first answer was a gasp. Then, in a broken voice:

—I have no doubt.

I kept licking with greater hunger. She spread her legs wider, forgetting caution. I sucked her clitoris insistently and thrust my fingers deep inside, curling them. Her orgasm came suddenly. She clamped my head between her thighs and came in my mouth, barely holding herself back so she would not give us away. I swallowed everything without stopping my licking through the spasms.

When she finally let me lift my head, I saw that she was holding something between her fingers. Eirea's flower crown.

Liria turned it slowly while she caught her breath. I rested my cheek on her knee, still kneeling, still tasting her on my tongue. She stroked my hair and smiled in that way of hers, confident and satisfied.

The forest was far behind us by the time we left it, but that woman's scent remained inside the carriage until the end of the journey. And I knew, with the damp certainty still throbbing between my legs, that if we ever broke another wheel on that road, neither of us would be in any hurry to repair it.