Page 8 of Dominating the Dryad

“You’re so small,” Tristan says between kisses. “So delicate.” He slips both hands around Peri’s waist. His fingers meet in the middle. “Fuck. I’m going insane. Your body is taken straight from my wet dreams, Peri.”

“Yours too,” Peri answers before his brain catches up. “You’re so big. And strong. Dryads don’t look like you.”

Tristan pulls off his own shirt, his hands leaving Peri’s body for only a moment. “Do you like that? That I’m so much bigger?”

Peri nods. “Makes me feel safe. Like you’ll take care of everything.”

“I will take care of you. Will make you feel so good.”

Making quick work of his own pants, Tristan finishes the job Peri started and throws it all into a pile on the floor. Now, all that’s left is their underwear.

Tristan lowers himself back down, lining their bodies up from feet to chests and pressing their naked skin together. The feeling is intoxicating. Even more so than earlier on the dance-floor. Now there’s even less clothing between their bodies, and their cocks—both hard and weeping—rub together through the thin fabric of their underwear.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” Tristan says, snaking his arms around Peri’s body. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Ruin you for everyone else. Make you mine.” His hands wander lower, cupping Peri’s ass before sneaking in past the waistband in search of naked skin. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. I’ll never let you go.”

Fingers brush between Peri’s butt cheeks, right over his furled hole begging for attention. Peri has never felt this strongly about taking someone there—he does know how men have sex, he’s not a completely naïve virgin—but now he can’t stop thinking about it. All he wants is for Tristan to force his body open, to mold Peri’s body to fit his cock.

The touch is dry, and when Tristan applies pressure, there’s a sting of pain. “Fuck, I forgot about lube.” Tristan removes his finger, leaving Peri wanting, no matter the pain.

“What’s lube?” Another human word he doesn’t know.

“Lubrication.” Sitting back on his heels, Tristan rubs a hand down his face. He looks dazed, flustered. “To make . . . everything slicker.”

Peri turns impossibly hotter. “I have oil.” His thoughts wander to exactly what he’s done with that oil. “That I use when I . . .”

Suddenly, Tristan is back, pressing Peri down against the bed. “That would work perfectly.”

“You’ll have to get off for me to get it.”

A goofy smile spreads on Tristan’s lips. “Only if you give me a kiss first. That’s the fee.”

It’s a good price, and one Peri is happy to pay. He makes it quick though, eager to get on with it. After a quick peck, Peri darts over to his cupboard for his special bottle of oil. He’d kept it far away from his kitchen and medicinal oils—not wanting to cross-contaminate.

“Here,” he says, handing it over. “It’s probably a bit different from what you’re used to, but it works well.”

“Let’s try it out.” Tristan grabs Peri’s wrist and pulls him back into bed. “See how well you’ll listen.”

In the blink of an eye, Peri, once again, finds himself beneath Tristan’s broad body. Tristan puts the bottle down to the side and quickly pulls off both their underwear, shedding the last layer of protection between them.

Peri can’t help but let his eyes drop to Tristan’s cock standing hard and proud between his legs. It’s so big. Peri has never seen a cock that big before. Most dryads are thin, petite, and nimble—in every way—and Tristan is very much not. He’s not sure his fingers would meet if he were to grab it with a hand.

“You’re unreal,” Tristan says, reverently stroking a finger from Peri’s throat down the middle of his chest and stomach. “Even better than I imagined.”

Without looking away from Peri’s body, Tristan grabs the oil and spreads some on his fingers—warming it up. Peri has tried putting his own fingers inside himself before, but the angle is hard and he’s been too busy concentrating on the act instead of enjoying the feeling. But now, with Tristan’s finger inching down towards his hole—he’s both excited and nervous.

“Are you ready?” Tristan asks, fingers hovering right by his entrance—close enough for Peri to feel the warmth from them. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Peri nods, eyes still tracing the lines of Tristan’s naked body. All of it is glorious. Bulging with muscles and long panes of golden skin. He’s gorgeous.

Then his gaze drops to Tristan’s hand as he feels fingers prodding at his hole. At first, Tristan only spreads the oil around—massaging into his skin and making sure he’s all slicked up. Only after that the tip of a finger slip in.

“Oh.” Peri’s body jerks in surprise at the unfamiliar feeling. It’s strange, but not bad.

“Okay?” Tristan asks.

Nodding again, Peri takes a deep breath and relaxes into the bed. “Keep going.”

So Tristan does. The first finger slides in with no issue, and even though he’s not screaming in pleasure, it feels . . . nice. And he definitely wants more.