Sex with a Tree Spirit

The woods were bright and airy at this time of day, the new buds on the trees only just beginning to unravel. In a few weeks these same trees would be covered with leaves, the canopy blocking out the burning Summer sun.

But now in early Spring the air was still cool, and Brielle appreciated the warmth of the sun on her face.

She left the path, following the landmarks to her own little sanctuary, a mossy clearing surrounding a small spring. At the edge she slipped off her shoes, her feet sinking into the moss as she crossed to the spring to splash her face in the cool water and quench her thirst.

Something pulled the hair band from Brielle’s bun, releasing her hair so it cascaded down around her shoulders.

She turned, catching the gaze of the young man standing before her.

“Better.” He smiled, his eyes sparkled.

Brielle smiled, reaching up to cup his rough cheek. “Oakley, I’ve missed you.”

“It was mere moments, my love.”

“For you maybe.” She glanced up at the trees around them. “For me another whole turning of the seasons. I’m a year older now. Life keeps moving.” She met his gaze. “And yet you look much the same as you did when we first met.”

Oakley laughed. “Yes, time passes. So let’s not waste time but worrying about it. Let’s use these moments we have.”

His hand cupped the back of her head, and he pulled her into a kiss, his lips soft despite the rough bark that was his skin. Thick strands brushed her face. His hair, but not hair, vine-like with tiny leaves and small buds sprouting from it.

She ran her hand down his back, grabbing his hips to pull him close, taking his very human like cock in her other hand. It was already hard, and she stroked him, his foreskin rolling back and forwards over the head.

He moaned into their kiss, pulling away to tug Brielle’s jumper over her head.

Once that was gone it didn’t take long for them to remove the rest of her clothes.

Goosebumps rose on her skin, her nipples pebbling, but that was just surface cold, Brielle never felt cold inside when she was with Oakley, no matter the temperature.

His hands ran down her arms, reaching behind to pull her close again.

“I love spending time with you.” His voice was husky, his hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her folds.

He kissed her neck, tiny little pecks that sent out a tingling web across her skin with each one.

She threw her head back as his tongue traced spirals on her breasts, starting and ending by flicking and sucking her nipples.

“You’re the best lover.” Her body burned with desire as his fingers pushed there way inside her, his thumb brushing her clit, another groan escaping from her throat.

“I think you have not had enough lovers.” He whispered, making her giggle as he scooped her up and laid her on the moss, kneeling between her legs to lap at her pussy. “If you had—” his tongue flicked at her clit, “—you would know that a young oak tree is far down the line of best lovers.” He flicked her clit again, the circled, then sucked.

Brielle ran her hands through the vine-y strands emerging from his head. “And who might be among the best?” she asked through gasps.

“The Willow tree is far more flexible,” he kissed her clit this time, and then lapped at her folds. “The Birch is quite supple, too. Though perhaps the Ivy has the most strands with which to pleasure a beautiful woman like yourself. And that isn’t even taking into account the skilled human lovers, of whom there must be many.”

She moaned, her eyes closed to focus on the pleasure spiralling up through her body.

One of his hands reached up to cup a breast, while the fingers of his other hand delved inside, his supernaturally long fingers reaching places on one else ever had.

Brielle’s back arched, her legs spreading wider, inviting him deeper.

His fingers curled inside her, stroking the walls of her cunt, his tongue flicking over her clit as he pinched her nipple between his other fingers. She cried out as an orgasm shot through her body, her body moving of it’s own accord as she writhed under his touch.

She sank back into the moss, gripping his shoulder to pull him back up her body, desperate to kiss him again, to taste her own juices on his lips.

Their tongues pressed together, and Brielle hooked a leg around his waist, shifting so his cock pressed against her opening.

She reached between them to grip him, stroking his thick shaft as she shifted slightly again, pulling herself lower beneath him, her tongue still grappling with his as she encouraged him to press inside her.

“That’s it.” She groaned as he rocked his hips, ever so gently easing his way inside, filling her up, inch by delicious inch.

She gripped his shoulders as he pressed up and away from her, his gaze holding hers, his pupils wide as their thrusts met in speed and rhythm, and another orgasm tore through Brielle’s body just as Oakley came, gasping as his thrusts slowed, and he sank onto her.

She held his cheeks between her hands, holding his gaze as she kissed him again.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He pressed his forehead against hers. “And I you.”

“I wish I could stay with you always.”

He shook his head. “The life of a tree is no life for a human. You would be bored, sooner rather than later. It’s better this way, a brief moment of perfection we can look forward to every year.”

He kissed her again, and stood, pulling her up with him.

Tears stung her eyes. “If only the moment lingered, and the rest of the year flew.” She swallowed back the lump in her throat. “I’ll miss you.”

His feet sank into the moss, and she gripped his arm, desperate for their time to last a little longer.

He stroked her cheek. “You’re beautiful. Remember that. Let your colours shine. See you again next year, if you still need to make the journey.”

There was a strange creaking and he’d changed, his bark skin thickening and spreading, covering his face, hiding any and all even vaguely human features. Brielle pressed her forehead against his trunk, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“I’ll always make this journey,” she whispered.

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