"Oh gods, fuck me! FUCK ME!" you scream.
The newly transformed dryad complies and pounds your sopping wet pussy, her breath loud in your ear as your moans echo amongst the trees. You are overcome with pleasure and lose track of how many times you orgasm. After what seems like hours, you feel her massive cock twitch and then explode deep inside you, filling your womb with hot cum. You scream as it pushes you over the edge into a body shaking orgasm that feels like it will never end.
You lie entwinned together, riding the wave of your orgasm, her cock buried inside you as it continues to twitch and spurt the last of her cum. The wave goes on and on before it finally seems to settle in your gut, becoming a pleasing tingle. You can feel your body absorbing the cum like a sponge soaking up water and it feels amazing. The tingle spreads down into your cervix and to the lips of your slightly sore pussy. When it at last fades, you feel strangely empty and realize you are no longer full of big cock. That makes you sad.
You look over at the woodcutter-turned-dryad and confirm her cock is gone. You have absorbed it like you did her cum, completing her transformation into the beautiful dryad before you, and leaving only a glistening vagina in its place.
“What is your name?” you ask of the new dryad as you run the tips of your fingers across her stomach and down over her swollen pussy lips.
“I don’t have a name,” the dryad replies, shuddering under your touch.
“What were you called before?” you ask. You tease her clit for a moment before tracing your finger tips back up her body.
“Before? I do not recall a before. I am newly born to life, I think. All I can recall is my duty to serve the forest and my mother,” she says when she has stopped gasping.
“Your mother?” you ask. Your hand stops. “Do you mean the forest is your mother?”
“You are my mother. You birthed me into the world,” she says. Then after a moment, “What name would you give me?”
Mother? You must admit that hearing her call you mother is really turning you on but you’re not sure you’d call what you just did to the woodcutter “birth”. Fuck. Can I get pregnant now? Images of your sexy dryad body with a swollen pregnant stomach and big milk filled breasts fill your mind. You can feel your pussy getting hot and you moan. You smell flowers again. It fills your nose and makes your head swim.
Can dryads get pregnant? You stroke her breasts while you imagine a harem of pregnant dryads. She is so fucking hot. You start wondering what lesbian sex is like. What her tongue would feel like inside your hot wet cunt. You feel a stickiness and look down to find drops of amber liquid beginning to leak from her nipples. You bring your fingers to your mouth and taste it.
“Honey,” you say in surprise.
“Honey?” the dryad repeats. “I like that. Yes. I am Honey. Thank you, Mother.”
“Uh, sure. No problem,” you say. Shit. You need to shrug this sex haze off so you can think properly but her body is so damn enticing. And where is this smell coming from? “Honey, listen. Let’s not call me Mother, alright?”