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  Tree Sprite

  Copyright © 2006 by Brenda Bryce

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  ISBN: 1-59998-135-1

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  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: August 2006

  Tree Sprite

  Brenda Bryce

  Dedication

  To the big O, who inspired this story and kept instructing me to add more boingy-boingy.

  Chapter One

  “Life stinks.” Daniel walked through the forest of tall, stately trees, bemoaning his life. “Wandering around with no home, no possessions, no money, no friends. Yeah, life stinks.”

  He sighed and skirted a shrub growing on the path. He had come here to the Thousand Year Woods hoping he would find one reason to continue to live. The forest was very different from his mountaintop home. Well, the mountaintop had been his home, but since its destruction with the eruption of the volcano, he was homeless. Shaking his head, he considered the incongruity of one of his kind being homeless. He couldn’t believe the bad luck. Out of all the mountains in the world, his had been the one destroyed. He was searching for a new place to live, hence the aimless wandering.

  “Heck, I’d be happy simply finding a companion.” Being the last of his kind infinitely sucked. No chance to mate with one of his own, and now he didn’t even have anyone to talk to. He was afraid if he continued to talk to himself, he would eventually answer back. “That would most assuredly be bad.”

  Grumbling, he scratched his side. The clothes itched from the ash of the eruption and the subsequent battle. “A bath would be nice, too.”

  He reached the edge of the forest, entering an enormous glade. Grass, flowers, a meandering stream and a single tree occupied the area. The stream rippled and burbled happily, and Daniel headed directly for it.

  Running right to the edge, he leapt into the air and cannonballed into the center of the crystal-clear water. It felt fabulous. He sank until his head was submerged under the water and scrubbed his hands through his hair to get rid of the remaining ash. Lurching to the surface, he sucked in a lungful of air.

  He stood in the waist-deep water, peeled off his shirt, swished it around until it looked cleaner, then tossed it onto the bank. The rest of his clothing soon followed and he spent a good while soaking. “Ah, bliss.” He hadn’t felt this clean in a long time. Floating until he started to fall asleep, he jerked awake and dragged himself out of the stream. Naked, he picked up his dripping clothing and stumbled toward the lone tree. It was short and the leafy branches dense enough to block all sunlight. It would make a great napping tree. He hung his clothing on the branches to dry, then curled up underneath the shade-making limbs on the cool grass and proceeded to fall into a deep sleep.

  * * *

  Within the tree, Oleafia opened her eyes. Something was different. Something had changed. Someone had entered her glade. Hmm, this could be interesting.

  Oleafia had very few interesting things enter her glade. This, though, could be an opportunity. One she wouldn’t miss.

  She exited her tree on a central branch and looked around the glade. Sighing, she saw nothing had changed. All the other tree sprites were still shunning her. Nothing would ever change. On the verge of tears, she turned to reenter her tree, when she glanced down. Oh, Goddess. There was a human under her tree.

  What is he doing? At least, I think it is a he. The being had curled into a ball and she couldn’t see the important parts that would enable her to tell what type of human it was. Curious, she crept closer. Closer. She was directly above him.

  SNORE.

  “Augh!” At the startling sound Oleafia lost her hold on the branch and landed on the creature.

  “Oof.” The grunt erupted from the being.

  As she tried to scramble off him, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her immobile. Trapped. Caught. It was definitely a he, she had seen his man-root as she dropped. However, that didn’t matter anymore. He had total control of her. She couldn’t…

  “Well now, what do we have here?” His smoky voice caused her to shiver as the heat of his breath whispered against her neck.

  “Please do not fell me, human.” She snuffled and lay very still.

  “Fell?”

  “Yes, cut me down. End my life. Expire me. Please don’t. I have done nothing to you. Oh, and I won’t. I swear. I mean you no harm.”

  “I don’t plan on killing you, girl.”

  “You don’t?”

  He sighed. “No, I don’t.”

  She turned in his arms, facing him. “Honest?”

  His eyes widened as he stared at her. “You’re a sprite.”

  Oleafia dropped her gaze. “Yes, a tree sprite.”

  “I can tell. You’re as beautiful as I have heard tree sprites to be.” He ran his hands over her back, making each bump and ridge tingle and ripple in pleasure. “And softer than I’d expected.”

  “I’m not beautiful. That’s why my tree is here and not with the others. I’m short and round, instead of tall and svelte. I am exiled.” With her long fingernail, she harried one of the two matching bumps on his chest. Interesting. It hardened under her ministrations. Surprisingly, her own chest started to tingle.

  He interrupted her chest fascination with a question. “What’s your name?” He spoke in a gruff whisper.

  “Oleafia. What’s yours?” She noticed his leaf-green eyes. Oh, they are very pretty.

  “My name is Daniel.” He didn’t take his eyes off her. “If you keep doing that I’m going to make love to you, little tree sprite.”

  Her entire body jerked in shock. “Make love? To me?”

  “Absolutely to you. Didn’t you hear me when I said you’re beautiful?”

  Looking at him through narrowed eyes, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright, legs spread, straddling his body. “I’m not beautiful. Ask anyone.”

  He groaned low in his chest, which she felt vibrate against her nest. The sensation caused her to squirm until she felt something poking her backside.

  “You are very close, Oleafia, to becoming my lover.”

  Her eyes widened, her curiosity aroused. “Really? You wish me to be your lover?”

  “My hard-on doesn’t lie, and it wants you sincerely.”

  “Hard-on? Show me.” She inspected him all over, wiggling and turning to see everything she could, but saw nothing resembling a hard-on. She did see dark hair so black it was nearly blue, the strong, granite-like features of his face, the hard muscles of his body. He was much more muscular than any male tree sprite she had seen, but not as muscular as the troll she’d glimpsed once or twice, who lived on the other side of the forest. She thought this male was just right. And his skin was smooth. Smooth as a new leaf. Over and over she ran her hands across his chest, enjoying the feeling. But nowhere did she see a hard-on. “Show me, please.”

  Grinning, he lifted her without strain, turned her, and faced her in the opposite direction, returning her to the straddling position over his body.

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; Her smile widened. “Oh. So, that’s a hard-on.” She peered over her shoulder at his face. “Can I touch it? Please?”

  Daniel looked into the dark brown eyes of the tree sprite sitting on his stomach, asking to touch his cock. “Help yourself. But don’t grip it too hard.”

  “You speak strangely.”

  Considering her statement, he slid his hand along the smooth skin of her back. “I suppose I have spent too much time listening to humans. They speak differently than the mythicals.”

  She nodded, turned her gaze to his throbbing cock and skimmed the head, then ran her finger down the side causing the straining erection to jump in excitement. “Oh, it moved,” she murmured, shocked.

  “Yes. It liked it. Take it in your hand, little one.” He forced himself to keep his eyes open, wanting to examine her, not willing to forget a moment of their time together. She was beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect. She had dark golden skin and her hair was a glistening emerald hue with dark brown highlights. She was very tiny. Standing, her head might reach the center of his chest, but he wouldn’t count on it. However, she was no thin, petite creature as he had heard tree sprites should be. Oleafia had soft, rounded hips, large breasts, and an ass his hands itched to grip as he plunged into her.

  She curved her soft hand around his shaft, squeezing lightly. “Oh, yes. Perfect.” He groaned when she began a stroking movement. Up and down. Slow twist and up. “Ah, Goddess. That’s so good.”

  And it was good, but he needed more. He slid his hand over her thigh and between her legs. She had a thick, silky pelt covering her mons, and he ran his fingers through it, petting her.

  She gasped and gaped back at him. “What are you doing, Daniel?”

  He slipped his middle finger through her folds and touched the bundle of nerves there. When she jumped, then wiggled her hips, he smiled. “Simply giving to you the same feelings you are giving to me.”

  “Oh. Oh. I think I understand. When I touch your hard-on, you get the same tingly feeling I do when you touch me in my bird’s nest?” She smiled softly. “Interesting.”

  “Sprites are very curious, aren’t they?” He couldn’t help but ask. He had to know if she understood what they were going to do.

  “Very much so, and I am perhaps the most curious, as I’ve been alone for a very long time. Will…will you make love with me?” She sat staring at him square in his eyes, showing him her sincerity and her intentions. “I would like very much to make love with you.”

  “I would very much like to make love with you as well, Oleafia. However, I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He sat up and turned her again to face him. “You must be fully knowledgeable of what we are about to do.”

  “Daniel, I have seen the tree sprites at the edge of the forest making love to each other. I know what it is and how it’s done; I just haven’t done it with anyone. But I would like to, with you.” Her pretty, brown eyes glowed with excitement. She placed her hand on his chest, leaned up, and pressed her silky lips to his.

  He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her body against his. Deepening the kiss, he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, not pushing for entrance, simply savoring her taste and texture.

  When she gasped, he moved on. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and past her teeth. Touching his tongue to hers, his taste buds sparkled at her flavor. She tasted very sweet, like honeydew nectar.

  While her kisses were tentative and untrained, she had no problems advancing the speed of their play. He ended up drawing the air in her lungs into his when she reached down and grasped his erection. He pulled his mouth from hers, dropping his head back into the grass, sucking in great gulps of air.

  “Oleafia, honey, slow down.”

  “No, Daniel. I want you inside me, now.” She punctuated the statement with a slow stroke of her hand.

  His eyes rolled back in his head involuntarily. It would probably kill him when he came, but it would be worth it. He moved his hand to the apex of her thighs, slicked his middle finger between the wet folds, and pressed on toward her portal. When she tilted her hips toward him, he inserted his finger slowly, deeply, enjoying the long, drawn-out groan she emitted.

  He slipped his other hand into her hair and pulled her back down to him. Rubbing his lips over hers, he waited for her to open her mouth. When she did, he plunged his tongue inside, teaching her, learning from her. He was in sensory overload and, working a second finger inside of her, he prepared her for his girth.

  She was tiny, and while he didn’t consider himself over-endowed, he was amply packing. In no way did he want to hurt her. He wanted her hot, wet and ready for him. Her feminine moisture slid over his hand and her hips moved on him with a jerking motion.

  Pulling his mouth from hers, gasping for breath, he looked into her flushed face. “Are you ready for me, Oleafia?”

  “Oh Goddess, yes.”

  He felt a chuckle bubble up at her enthusiasm, but restrained himself. Hands to her hips, he lifted her and, with her hand guiding his cock, pushed her body onto his. Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock. The fit was still tight, so he reared his hips and pulled her down until his head popped past the ring of muscles and inside of her.

  “Ah, Goddess. You’re very big. More, give me more.” Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

  She wiggled and tried to take more of his shaft into her hot, steaming passage. He drove up as she plunged down, until she had taken all of him. Her bush melded against his and when he moved her hips in a circle on top of him, they both groaned loudly.

  Oleafia took up the movement. It was devastating. He had to clench his teeth and think of snowstorms to keep from erupting. Crushing her to him, he pulled her upper body to lay on top of his. With one hand keeping her ass still, he moved his hips and slid most of the way out of her.

  When she made a dissatisfied noise, he turned her head, took her mouth, and pushed in deep. He loved the little squeal she made. He wanted to hear her repeat it. Again, he pulled from her. Pull, then press. In then out. Over and over.

  She was fabulous. In seconds she caught on to the rhythm, and he had to fight her for dominance. No way would he let her take over. He would be finished too soon, and he wanted it to last. This was paradise, and he wanted to stay right where he was.

  He took the hand away from her hair and slid it to her breast. It was heavy and full, spilling from his hand. He ran his thumb over the small nub at the front of the large globe. It reminded him of a branch with the end cut off, half an inch long, and as big around as the tip of his pinky. It wasn’t a nipple as such, but it was similar, and it reacted the same. He had an urge to take the nub into his mouth and see if she tasted as good as she looked.

  Who was he to fight Mother Nature? She was his Goddess and he would never think to disobey her. Without disengaging from Oleafia’s tight passage, or slowing his thrusts, he lifted her until he was able to latch on to her breast with his mouth. Taking her nubbin deep, he slowly laved his tongue over it. Ah, the nectar of the Goddess.

  Both grunting, trying to get more, take more, feel more of each other, they erupted into a frenzied movement. Thrusting, licking, sucking, it was incredible. More, more, was the battle cry and both struggled to meet it. Higher and higher they flew, closer to nirvana. He could feel the trembling begin in her womb and the walls of her passage and pressed harder, trying to join his soul to hers.

  As she cried out, long and loud, causing the birds in the tree to fly away, her body clenched down on his. He felt the ripples, the convulsions of her orgasm, hit her hard. It was beautiful, and it tipped him into his own release. Explosions, brighter than the sun, hotter than the volcano that had taken his mountaintop home, more electric than a lightning storm, hit him and froze him deep inside of her as he pumped everything he had into her.

  Oleafia collapsed on his chest, gasping for breath, eyes closed. It took him longer to relax his straining muscle
s, but he couldn’t resist the softness of her skin. He trailed his hands up and down her heaving back.

  “I knew you would be great,” Oleafia muttered into his chest between breaths.

  Daniel let out a short, tired laugh. “And I knew you would be perfect.”

  Chapter Two

  The sun sank behind the surrounding forest. The glade cooled quickly when the warming rays of the sun disappeared. Oleafia watched as Daniel checked his clothing.

  “They’re dry. Here, scootch over and let me lay the shirt under you.”

  “Why?”

  “So you don’t get cold.” He held the shirt out in front of him, and she realized he wanted to use it as a blanket.

  Smiling, she rose. “I have a blanket or two in my tree.” She pressed a hand to the tree and her whole arm slid through. Finding what she wanted, she pulled her hand back out and with it came a neatly folded blanket.

  “How did you do that?”

  He was looking at her with a very shocked expression on his face. Shaking her head and chuckling a little, she spread the blanket. It was big enough to wrap around both of them. “Space is different inside the tree. As it is my home as well as a living entity—separate, but connected to me by a life thread—I’m able to enter into a spatial anomaly large enough for me to comfortably live if need be.”

  “Interesting. Do any of your people live in houses?”

  “Houses?” Oleafia scanned her memory and a picture of a dwelling made up of sprite trees appeared. Aghast, she took a small step back from Daniel. “You make houses from felled trees?”

  “Not I. Some humans do, but I live in a cave high on a mountaintop.” He shook his head, features turning sad. “Well, I did live in a cave. A great explosion occurred in my mountain and the whole top blew off. A giant emerged from the volcano and the humans and creatures who lived in the area had to wage war against it. It was the giant or us. It took several days, but we finally prevailed. The giant is once again locked in his underground home. The people rejoiced and went home. My own home though, the cave on the mountaintop, was no more. I’m in search of a new home.”