"If you want, they'll probably rush through their business and be back in a few hours," Dermot said. It was his turn to lean down and kiss me good evening. "I suspect they just decided we needed some time alone."A lump formed in my throat. He was giving me the choice - to spend time with just him or to go back to being pampered by all four. It didn't take any thought for me to shake my head. "I don't mind a quiet night with just the two of us, not if you don't."His smile was slow and heated. "I can't think of anything I'd like more."I was already wet when he kissed me and rolled me onto my back. My legs automatically widened to cradle his erection against my core. He rubbed his tip against my labia, slipping between the slick tissue while his tongue plundered my mouth. Already mindless with need, I lifted my hips to take him inside. He was as impatient as I was. With no further preliminaries, he thrust deep and began to move. His hands slid between us to find my breasts, but his

You didn't have to be so mean, Kyla groused to Xera after the werewolf had left. It was nice to have someone who could hear us stop and chat with us for a change.Honey, you need to get out of your tree more often. Xera's soft-needled branches shook though there was very little wind - almost as if the tree were laughing. There's usually a satyr or two around on Samhain, and that's only a moon or so away. 'Cause, sister, you need to get out and get laid.You are such a nymph, Xera. If she'd been able to from inside her tree, Kyla would have stuck her tongue out. Stop thinking with your crotch. Sex isn't the answer for everything.You'd be surprised, youngling. Besides, we are nymphs. That's what a dryad is. Did you catch the stupidity virus from that fleabag or something?Oh, shut your knothole. With that, Kyla withdrew even deeper into her tree where she couldn't see or hear. The sun was almost up. It was time for all good dryads to go to sleep.By Monday, Cooper had pretty much c

A volcano could have erupted beneath his feet and Coop wouldn't have been able to do anything but sit down by her side. "You said you wanted to talk." He reached out and coiled a strand of silky auburn hair around his fingers. "Is that all you had in mind?" He sure hoped it wasn't. His cock was as hard as - well - as a tree trunk."No. It has been many years - many decades since I have been with a male. I would lie with you, if you'll have me." She looked down at her lap and even in the moonlight he could see the hint of a blush tint her ivory cheek."I would be honored," he said, tucking the strand of hair behind her ear and tipping her head up to his. "But I don't have any protection with me, and I have no idea if our species can - cross-pollinate."She laughed at that, as he'd hoped she would, the teasing breaking the awkwardness between them. "Dryads are only fertile in the spring, at the same time as our trees. You need have no worries about such a thing. Although - if I were l

A month later, Coop was feeling the strain of exhaustion. Every weekend, he spent in the grove, camping by day, far enough away from Kyla that no metal or plastic from his tent would contaminate the grove. As soon as the sun went down, he met up with Kyla, and they would go off to the sacred glade and make love. They'd done things he'd always dreamed of but never believed were possible - his little nymph was utterly uninhibited. Oral, anal, tied up with silken cords - there seemed to be nothing she didn't enjoy. They also spent a surprising amount of time just talking. Coop told her everything about his life, and even though she'd never seen a city, never visited a university, she was bright enough to understand when he complained about campus politics, uninspired students or the silly antics of his cousins, nephews and nieces. She even introduced him to other dryads from the grove, and he spent time talking to them as well. He enjoyed every moment he spent with Kyla, but the schedule