Page 10 of Dominating the Dryad

“Yes,” he admits quietly, both to himself and Tristan. “I did. I do.”

Tristan goes quiet for a moment, as if he didn’t expect the confession to come that easily. “Really?”

“Yes.” Peri claws at Tristan’s skin, arches his body up towards him, and swivels his hips in search for any sort of pleasure. “I want you. Now. Please.”

Tristan hums. “I’ll go slow,” he says, grabbing hold of his thick cock and steering it to Peri’s loosened opening. “And promise you’ll tell me if it hurt or if you want me to stop.”

“Yes. I will.” Peri spreads his legs further, unable to look away from Tristan’s huge cock now pressing against his entrance.

It feels even bigger than it looks. Hot, hard, and dripping with pre-cum. It looks like an impossible fit, like Tristan will break him in half the moment he presses inside.

“Relax. Take a deep breath. Let me in.”

Obeying, Peri watches as Tristan breaches him. As he’s breached for the first time and Tristan takes his virginity by sliding further, and further inside. There is pain, of course, and tears brim in Peri’s eyes, running freely down his face as Tristan keeps pressing in.

The stretch is close to unbearable, but Peri refuses to make Tristan stop. He wants this too much. A little pain is an easy price to pay. Even if it feels like he’s getting split in half.

“You’re doing so well,” Tristan whispers, pulling Peri closer to his chest. “You feel so fucking good. So tight and hot. I’m going to lose it.”

“Please.” The pain slowly morphs into something new. Something addicting and needy. “I want you to,” he says, tears dripping down his face. “I want you to lose it.”

“Are you sure? Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, I—” Peri gasps as Tristan forces another inch of his thick cock inside. “I need it.”

Because it’s quickly turned into a need. So much more than simply wanting to get close to the pretty human he once laid eyes on. More than wanting to get to know him and bringing him back to his cottage. It has evolved into a need that burns brighter than the sun.

“Ruin me for everyone else,” he adds, quiet and meek.

Tristan looks down with a smile that rivals the beauty of every flower Peri has ever seen. And he’s seen quite a lot of flowers. A lot of pretty ones.

“Your wish is my command.”

With one final push, Tristan bottoms out. Peri feels like he’s bursting at the seams. He’s so full. Though he can’t feel the outline of Tristan’s cock through his stomach when he places his hand there—it’s easy to imagine he can. It feels like he’s being molded to fit Tristan, and Tristan alone. Like Tristan is the only one who will ever be able to satisfy him ever again.

He will forever be Tristan’s.

And his body will forever belong to Tristan.

“Fucking hell,” Tristan swears, slowly pulling out again. “It’s like you’re sucking me in. You’re magic.”

Had Peri not been in the process of getting his guts rearranged and his world blown, he would’ve answered with something witty. But Tristan has rendered his brain useless.

Tristan thrusts back in. Peri can tell he’s holding back though, and even though it still hurts a bit—he wants more.

Peri gathers the dregs of his wits and wraps his legs around Tristan’s hips, pulling him back towards him—and his cock back inside. “More,” he manages to gasp out as he’s once again filled to the brim.

And once again, Tristan is the best person in the world, and listens. He sets a steady pace—slower than Peri wants, but probably all he can take. He thrusts in and pulls out gently still, mindful of Peri’s body, and slowly the pain fades away—replaced by only pleasure.

Every thrust causes more tears to fall down Peri’s face, makes more moans spill past his lips, and his body to tremble harder. He teeters on the edge between being overwhelmed and completely ecstatic. He wants it all, but fears it will be too much. But honestly, he’s not too worried about Tristan breaking him. He’s happy to be broken.

Tristan ups his pace and soon enough he’s pounding into Peri with vigor. “You can take it, can’t you? Do you want it?”

“Yes,” Peri says, the only words he manages to form. He wants it all.

Like a rag-doll, Tristan jostles him on the bed, but keeps his hands on his skin at all times—comforting, petting, and stroking. Peri is hard again, and his cock bounces against his stomach with each thrust. He wants to beg Tristan to touch it, but maybe it’s better to come untouched again. It felt so good earlier. He’s sure Tristan can make it happen.

“Make—” he starts, drawing back to what Tristan had told him earlier. “Make me come,” he pleads, hoping it will work again.