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Ah, the Great Outdoors (WoW Dryad x Human Male Commission) (Excerpt - Opening Scenes)
🕑 Added 2024-02-18 00:15:51 +0000 UTCLavinia enjoyed few things more than nature and the outdoors. This was her very nature as a dryad, of course. She herself was a being of the wilds, and she found it easy to spend her days tending to all the plants, trees and treants of Teldrassil, taking in nature in all its splendor.
She did interact occasionally with the night elves who called Teldrassil home. Dryad relations with the kal’dorei had always been good due to their shared respect for and reverence for nature. The demigod Cenarius had encouraged further cooperation between the night elf druids and the dryads.
Lavinia differed slightly from her kin in that she was a very shy dryad. Even night elves she tended to shy away from outside of a select few. She held no ill will toward them; she merely felt insecure around them and was far more comfortable around forest creatures and spirits of the wild.
And this was to say nothing about the night elves’ various allies in the Alliance. With how little contact she’d had with the night elves, she’d had even less with the gnomes, dwarves, draenei, worgen and humans. She would probably die of bashfulness if one ever approached her.
But she had to admit…she was curious. She spent a great deal of time wondering what they were all like. The gnomes and dwarves seemed rather adorable to her. The draenei reminded her very much of night elves, but they also possessed a tail and hooves which was a welcome bit of familiarity. The worgen meanwhile were quite interesting to her; so animalistic in nature, which certainly appealed to her and reminded her of the wolves that roamed the various wilds of Kalimdor.
And then there were the humans. Some of the other dryads considered them standoffish and domineering. But Lavinia found them intriguing, probably because she didn’t know much about them. Their delegation often came to visit Darnassus, the night elf capital, for diplomatic purposes, and some lone human adventurers passed through Teldrassil every now and again.
Though her sheepish nature simply wouldn’t allow it, Lavinia fantasized about these various outsiders as she went on her morning trot along the outskirts of Darnassus. What would they talk about with her? Would some of them even find her attractive? Enough, perhaps, to…
The dryad found herself growing moist between her legs as she imagined mating with these many fascinating and unique members of the other Alliance races. She pictured a muscular male draenei atop her prone quadruped body, thrusting his blue or purple-colored cock in and out of her while his hooves rubbed against hers and their tails intertwined. She imagined a dwarf or gnome standing on a tree stump to rut her from behind. She pictured a ravenous worgen male pounding his canine-like cock in and out of her while pricking her slightly with his claws and howling like a wolf during a full moon. And she imagined a human hunter trapping her with ropes, tethering all six of her limbs, unzipping his pants and slipping himself inside her with her helpless to do anything to stop it.
She was so caught up in these fantasies that she didn’t even realize she had dashed through a particularly dense thicket of vines. Before she knew it, she had gotten herself caught up in the vines, and the more she tried to wriggle out, the more she got herself stuck.
“Oh nooo. Not again,” Lavinia whined, wriggling her front and back legs around to shift herself loose, but it was no good. “Some keeper of the wilds I am!” she pouted. Deciding that she’d gotten herself too tangled up to wriggle free, she sat and pondered for several moments.
She let out a singsong cry, hoping that any treants in the area, or perhaps a passing night elf sentinel or fellow dryad might hear her.
“That should do the trick,” she said with a smile. “Now I just have to wait…”
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Thomas Howlett was feeling a bit frustrated. The young human hunter had come to Teldrassil hoping to find work befitting his profession. Some of the local night elves had hired him to clear out a group of Twilight's Hammer cultists. Since Deathwing was destroyed, the cult’s remnants had become more of a nuisance than a legitimate threat, but he was happy to take the job and deal with them all the same.
Aside from that, the druids had also hired him to put down a nest of lashers that had grown out of control and was disrupting the ecosystem of the forest. He had also completed this job and taken his coin easily enough, but now he was finding himself growing restless and with little to do.
Darnassus had offered little action to assuage his boredom. The hot-blooded blond-haired young man had hoped to find himself a night elf woman to enjoy his time with. It was no secret that night elf women were gorgeous in the eyes of many young human men, and given the alliance between their races it was not uncommon for many human men arriving in Darnassus to attempt to woo one of the gorgeous elf females, though few were successful.
Thomas did have success in some sense. Two nights prior, he had managed to entice a lovely night elf maiden who worked at the local inn. He had started chatting her up, enthralling her with his various exploits and making her both groan and laugh at his terrible jokes. But she had liked him enough to share a wine with him until the two of them eventually crawled into bed together in the room he’d rented for the night.
The night had not gone the way he had hoped, however. Such was a norm for him. He had licked her pussy and gotten her wet and ready for him, but when she pulled down his pants and found out what he had inside his pants, her yellow eyes widened, telling him straight away that there was no way he could fit himself inside her. Thomas was cursed with a prick that was too big for most women of the Alliance races, being at least a foot long, and wrist-thick.
Though disappointed, he was used to rejection for this reason. She had chosen to rub him against her wet slit and lick his cock and stroke him off until he came. It had been fun, but not quite what he was hoping for her. At this point, he was beginning to wonder if he would be able to land himself a woman who could actually take him. He may need to risk Horde territory and land himself a tauren female, even if it was likely to get him killed.
He suddenly heard feminine sounds of indignation up ahead and he perked up. Readying his blunderbuss just in case, he crept through the undergrowth toward the source of the sound. When he pulled aside some foliage blocking his way, his eyes widened at the sight before him.
Thomas couldn’t help but gawk at what he was seeing. Trapped in the Teldrassil undergrowth was the soft, downy-furred rump of a dryad. The lower half of her body in the form of a doe was trapped beneath an array of thorny vines and foliage while the humanoid upper half of her body was on the other side of the foliage and he could not see it. He could certainly hear her whimpers and gripes of frustration as she struggled to free herself.
“Aww, come on. Just have to…get loose…somehow,” the soft high-pitched feminine voice grumbled indignantly, her rump shifting back and forth as she tried to shift loose of her accidental confinement.
This only had the added effect of enticing the young human adventurer. Howlett had rarely ever seen a dryad up close during his time exploring the night elf lands; they tended to be rather shy when it came to strangers, so he was never afforded the opportunity of meeting one. They tended to keep to their own kind, the night elf druids, or nature itself as opposed to bothering with outsiders such as himself.
Still, the chivalrous side of him knew that he had to free her. It was the right thing to do, after all. Helping her out was more important than sating his own curiosity at seeing a dryad for the first time. He approached her slowly, doing his best not to startle her.
Her ears perked up when she heard leaves crunching behind her through the foliage trapping her. “Oh…is someone there?! Please…help me! I’m trapped in these vines, you see. I could very much use a helping hand or paw!”
