Page 11 of Dominating the Dryad

Tristan answers something, but his words aren’t important—or Peri hopes they aren’t because he doesn’t hear them, only feels when Tristan changes his angle and brushes across that spot again.

Throwing his head back, Peri screams out his pleasure. It’s even more intense now. Maybe it always is when you’ve come once already? Peri has to ask Tristan later. He wonders how many times Tristan could make him come in a row. If it feels this good, he hopes it’s many.

It feels like every single one of his nerve-endings are exploding simultaneously, as his skin burns and his cock throbs. Tristan is warm above him, keeping up his movements. And every single thrust has the head of his cock brushes across Peri’s prostate.

He knows he won’t last long. And he knows he wants something more.

Wrapping his arms tighter around Tristan’s shoulders, Peri presses his lips against the shell of Tristan’s ear. “Come inside me,” he whispers hoarsely. “I want your cum.”

He feels more than hears Tristan moan as his hips stutter. They’re both close. So close.

“Please,” Peri keeps pleading. “Come in me. I need it.”

He didn’t know it was something he needed. But now, he does. Needs it desperately.

“Fuck,” Tristan swears just as his thrusts grow shallower and he stutters out a couple of moans.

The feeling is instant. As Tristan empties himself into Peri’s more than willing body, Peri feels himself fill with a potent energy as pleasure overtakes. His magic flows, urged on by Tristan’s cum, and spreads through his body as he shoots his own release between their bodies.

He soars. Leaving his body behind, Peri shoots up into the sky on a beam of energy and pleasure. If this is what sex with a human makes him feel like, Peri doesn’t understand why it’s forbidden. He feels strong. Powerful. Like he never wants this to stop.

The feeling is so strong, Peri is sure he passes out for a bit, because when he opens his eyes again, he’s laying with his head against Tristan’s chest. He still feels good, even though his body is aching—and still strong. Maybe human cum is magic? Maybe Tristan’s cum is magic?

“That was amazing,” Tristan says when Peri lifts his head. “You were glowing.”

Clearing his throat, Peri manages a weak, “magic.”

“Did it feel good?”

Peri nods. He wants to explain exactly how mind-blowing that was, but his throat hurts. It will have to wait.

They laze around for a bit, reveling in the afterglow of Peri’s first time—of many, he hopes—until the stickiness becomes too uncomfortable.

“We’ll have to warm the water again,” Peri says, burrowing deeper into the bed. “And get more firewood.” He really doesn’t want to move, not sure he can. A pleasurable ache buzzes through his body.

“I’ll take care of it.” Tristan presses a kiss to Peri’s forehead, already pushing himself up. “Just point me in the right direction.”

With some fumbling, a lot of explaining, and only one yawn, Peri manages to lead Tristan through getting both themselves and the cottage ready for sleep. At least Tristan knows his way around wood, and is quick to refuel the fire. Soon enough, they are wiped clean and tucked back into bed.

“You’re a really good student,” Tristan whispers into the crook of Peri’s neck. “Can’t wait to teach you more.”

Twisting around on the bed so they face each other, Peri cups Tristan’s face. “Do you mean that? Do you want to come back?”

“Didn’t I say that I’m not letting you go? You’re quite addicting, Peri.” Tristan seals his words with a kiss, fully settling Peri’s nervous heart. “And I have a lot of things I want to do to and with you.”

“Good. That’s good,” Peri says. “Please don’t leave while I sleep. I want to kiss you good-bye.”

Tristan laughs and kisses him again. “You are so fucking adorable. And I won’t.” He tucks Peri under his chin and hugs him close. “Now, sleep. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

“Okay. Good night.”

And Peri sleeps like he never has before. Dreamless, deep, and comfortable.

* * *

“You can’t tell anyone what I am, you get that, right?” Peri looks down at his lap, fiddling with the blanket and twirling his long hair between his fingers. “And I can’t tell anyone about you. They’d exile me.”

Tristan sits back down on the bed, gently stroking Peri’s cheek. “I know. We’ll figure it out, okay?” He tips Peri’s head back, forcing their eyes to meet. “I want to see you again, though. How do we do that?”