Page 6 of Dominating the Dryad (Halloween Temptation #13)

Words are hard, so Peri just blinks.

“That was intense, wasn’t it?” Tristan laughs instead. “Are you back with me yet?”

Peri takes stock of his body. He wiggles his toes, clenches and relaxes his hands, and blinks some more. Everything tingles, but in a pleasant way. His skin is buzzing with residual pleasure, and when he locks eyes with Tristan, he finds himself unable to look away.

Tristan’s eyes are soft with emotion, a crinkling smile playing at the corner of them, and Peri thinks he’ll never be able to live without those eyes again. He really hopes Tristan meant what he said earlier, he wouldn’t mind being his. In every way.

“Keep going,” he answers belatedly when he finally makes his throat work again. “I want more.”

Peri adjusts his body under Tristan’s, making their cocks brush together again. His is still soft—but interested—and Tristan is achingly hard, looking red, angry and with pre-cum beading at the tip. A part of Peri wants to lick it off, but he doesn’t know if that’s okay.

With ease, Tristan adjusts as well, smirking down at him. “You really want this, don’t you?” Tristan towers over him and makes him feel so, so small. “Is that why you approached me today? Because you wanted me to fuck you?” Tristan looks so smug.

And what he’s saying is the truth, isn’t it?

Though Peri is loath to admit it, secretly—he’d even not fully admitted it to himself—he’d been drawn to Tristan for exactly that reason.

He’d never felt that attracted to one of his fellow dryads, but the moment he’d laid eyes on Tristan, he’d wanted him.

Carnally. Or in whatever way Tristan would have him.

And now all he wants is so close.

“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.

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.”