Dryad Boyfriend: Baye (complete)

The cabin in the woods retreat was supposed to be a reward, a sweet and simple vacation your family had given you. But the more you actually say ‘cabin in the woods’ you start to believe in the trope. You had always loved camping as a kid, going out with your folks and straying into the forest, swimming in rivers, and making fairy houses under the roots of trees. You had bragged your entire life about how you were going to buy a cottage in the woods, grow mushrooms, and live out your days as the creepy witch lady that kids feared.

Only thing you didn’t account for was actually ‘living alone in the woods’. The cabin was a family hunting cabin, something your uncles and cousins used for bonding retreats or secret liaisons with lovers. Your first night had been a cornucopia of discoveries. Oddly placed underwear (which you burned), love letters, hidden troves of things you’d wipe from your memory later under the floorboards. Your grandmother owned it and she told you it was yours for as long as you needed it. You were trying to catalog the family archives for her as well as write your own novel, so she handed over the keys so you could work in peace. 

You had cleaned up so you could have an area to work on the family photographs and what-nots, while also having a small space to attempt to write. That took a few days, and each night you were exhausted, so you didn’t pay much attention to things like noise, animals, or whatever was living beyond the front door. It was around the start of the second week when you started realizing that wild animals roamed freely outside. You had been sitting on the porch and indulging in an erotic novel you found on the bookcase when several deer came running across the front porch. Not long after you heard rustling and snarling so you darted back into the house and bolted the door. 

That night you left the porch light on, hoping that would signal any wild animal or monster in the woods to not mess with you. You snuggled down into bed, laying your head on the pillow and as you closed your eyes there was a tap, tap, tap at your window.

“It’s a moth,” you whisper to yourself. “It’s a dumb little moth.”

Another tap, tap, tap.

“The light is on the porch,” you grumble. “Dumb little moth.” You pull the quilt over your head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You shoot up in bed and look out the window, seeing it has suddenly become covered in vines. They blow in the wind, or are they actually just moving? You look around before ducking under the blankets again and tucking them around you tight. You squirm and wriggle, hoping to become as small a ball on the center of the bed as possible so it seems like the only thing there is a pillow.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Let me in,” a deep sing-song voice echoes. “I want to welcome you to the neighborhood.” They tap on the window again. “You aren’t like the others who come here. I just want to say hello.”

You squeak and squeeze yourself into the corner. 

It goes quiet after a while, and you don’t fall asleep until late into the night, or perhaps the early morning. When you wake, there is a gentle breeze on your face and the scent of fresh morning air wafting through the cabin. You sit up and rub your eyes, grumbling about the draft. You then see that the window is pressed open, vines having grown in and over the walls and even the floor. You peek outside, noticing the vines growing from somewhere out in the woods. As you get close, the vines blossom with small purple flowers. A sweet scent fills the small cabin and as much as you want to enjoy the aroma, you still feel anxious.

Whatever was at your window last night would most likely come back again, and now, you can’t even close your window. You try to pry up the vines, but they won’t budge. Whatever is holding them to the walls is better than superglue. 

That night you sit up in bed, watching the window for whatever was going to come back. You didn’t have much in means of protection save for a rusted old axe from the shed. Eventually, you notice the vines begin to move, and they slip out the window slowly. Then, a hand comes up and closes the window.

You stare in shock, wondering why they would have gone through the trouble of opening the window only to close it back. Then there is a knock at the door.

You scream from reflex and quickly cup your hand over your mouth.

“Let me in,” they sing again with a deep baritone. “I truly don’t mean to frighten you. I was hoping the flowers would be a sign of that.”

You step off the bed and brandish the axe before you. “Who goes there?” Your voice cracks. 

“Ooh scary.” They laugh softly. “I’m a neighbor.”

“This is a cabin in the woods!” You snap at the door. “There are no neighbors.”

“None that you’re used to.” They knock on the door again. “Come out and I will introduce myself properly.”

You swallow down your heart which as leapt into your throat. “You do realize how creepy that sounds right?”

“I promise, I am no stranger with candy,” they chuckle. “I want to make friends with the cute, plump lady in the cabin.”

You flinch while your cheeks start to grow rosy and warm. “Fah-flattery won’t make this any better!” You bark.

“Flowers are gifts meant to woo, aren’t they? Or am I out of touch with human customs?” He sighs and then clicks his tongue. “It’s been too long.”

You go over to the door, wishing you had that x-ray vision you claimed you had as a child. You remain quiet as you try to decide what move to make next when they knock on the door again.

“My name is Baye,” he says. “Does that help at all?”

“I uhh-” your voice catches in your throat. 

“I don’t want to bother you during the day,” Baye continues, “so I thought at night we would have time to talk.”

“Talk?” The word escapes you before you can control it.

“Aren’t you here by yourself? Don’t you get lonely?” Baye asks with a sympathetic tone. “I thought you’d enjoy some company.”

You slowly crack open the door. “I have an axe.”

“It’s not all that sharp if it’s the one I’m thinking of,” Baye chuckles. “But you can still hit me with it, if you’d like.”

You open the door and look up at Baye, who stands almost as tall as the doorway. His body looks to be made of twisting vines and branches. His hands and forearms look like smoothed bark, with his fingers containing blossoms on each joint like rings. His face looks like a wooden mask with sharp features, harsh lines, and a crack running diagonally down it. Branch-like horns grow from it, twisting backwards, where a cascade of flowers, vines, and leaves hang like a veil and drag on the ground. 

You drop the ax in your hand as you stare at him. “Oh my god.”

Baye bows down before you, sweeping his arm across his waist and extending the other out before him. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” He then kneels down and takes your hand, kissing your palm.

“Oh my god,” you squeak again.

Baye rises back up and chuckles. “Have I rendered your speechless?”

“I’m not sure.” You blink hard a few times to make sure you’re not seeing things. “What are you?”

“A guardian of this place,” he replies. “A Dryad.”

“Oh wow,” you continue to gape at him.

Baye chuckles softly. “You’re cuter than I expected.”

Your cheeks warm again and you clear your throat. “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” you grumble.

“Quite alright; I don’t mind as long as it’s you.” Baye tilts his head to the side. “Most people who come to this cabin aren’t my cup of tea,” he waves his hand. “They’re usually here for much more crass things. So I tend not to pay them any mind. But I couldn’t help but be drawn in by you.”

You glance away as your face continues to grow even more heated. “Well, most of the time they’re here to hunt or carry on affairs.”

“I’ve noticed,” Baye scoffs. “It’s revolting to say the least.”

“The sex or the hunting?” You ask as you tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

Baye scoffs, “both!” He shakes his head. “The hunting is one thing, but they way they would go at each other-” He grunts and his veil of leaves and flowers shivers. “There was no romance to it at all. Just wet sounds and slapping.”

You grimace and Baye chuckles. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring up the mental image. But that’s why I’m here. I never wanted to meet anyone that stayed here until you showed up.”

“Oh,” you gasp softly. “Uhm well, just so you know, knocking at someone’s window in the middle of the night is a touch horrifying.”

“I’m sorry!” Baye gasps. “I thought it would be the best way to rouse your attention. I meant no harm.”

You shrug your shoulders. “Well, it was the best way, but also the worst way.” 

“But did you like the flowers?” He gasps.

You can’t help but be a bit charmed by him. “Yes, I did. They were very lovely.”

“That’s good! At least I got that part right,” he giggles excitedly. “Can I come in?” He asks. “It must seem silly just standing in the door and talking.”

You look at his horns and his veil. “Can you?” 

At your words, Baye’s horns curl in like ram’s horns, the veil settles down, becoming more like long hair that twists and melds into a braid. He then steps into the door, dipping down only a bit from his height. 

“I’ve only ever seen this place through windows,” he murmurs as he walks in. “I’ve never been inside before.”

“WEll uhh-” you’re not exactly sure what to do or offer. “Make yourself comfortable. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No need to put yourself out,” Baye moves over to the desk where you had been working. “I invited myself over, I don’t expect any special treatment.” He picks up a stack of photographs and looks them over. “I recognize some of these people.”

“My grandmother owns this place,” you explain. “So my family uses it often, for whatever reason.”

Baye sets down the pictures. “And what are you here for, if I may ask?”

“My grandmother asked me to catalog all the family photographs, organize them, as well as some old letters, and just kind of make a family tree.”

Baye’s smile becomes a smirk and he seems to be biting back his tongue. 

“I’m also trying to write,” you confess unsurely. 

Baye’s expression brightens, clearly excited. “What are you writing?” He asks. “Poetry? Romance?” He bounces in place.

“Uhm ah-” you fidget with a strand of hair. “Romance, kind of?” 

“Kind of?” Baye tilts his head. “How is it kind of?”

Your face feels like your placing it right in front of an open flame. “Well, you see-”

Baye then shakes his head. “You’re a creator, I understand if you’re not ready to share your work. You don’t have to divulge your craft to me.”

You sigh with relief.

“Does your partner mind you being so far from home?” Baye glances down at you and you realize he’s digging for information.

“No partner,” you shake your head. “I’m uhm, what you’d call, ‘terminally single’.” You chuckle at your own half-hearted joke.

“Such a shame,” Baye murmurs. “A creature like you deserves to be worshipped by many lovers.”

You’re not sure what it’s like to get shot, but this felt close enough.

A soft smile spreads across his face. “You deserve a harem of lovers willing to bow down to your desires and whims. Your soft, supple body is what the goddesses used to strive to look like.”

Your voice is caught in your throat and you can’t argue or tell him to stop, let alone anything else. You just gaze up at him as he inches closer to you. 

“I am just one,” he murmurs softly. “But I wouldn’t mind trying, if I might?”

“Huh?” You gasp.

Baye chuckles. “Might I become your lover?”

Your face is as red as a candy apple and your whole body feels like you’re standing over a heating grate. You then burst out laughing.

“What is so funny?” Baye asks.

You titter and giggle, trying to hold back the guffaws and snorts. “Nothing it’s just-” you hiccup trying to hold back so much. 

“When’s the last time you cried out in pleasure?” He whispers. “When was the last time someone made you cum with their tongue?” Baye inches in closer and closer. “When was the last time it wasn’t your fingers, but the digits of another that caused your slit to drip sweet nectar?”

You forget how to laugh as he speaks. You breathe heavy and watch him as he kneels down before you. He kisses you and you melt into his embrace.

“Did you-” you squeak nervously. “Did you see me or something?”

“Forgive me,” he moans. “I watched you one night as you played with your beautiful body.” His tongue licks up your neck. “Let me pleasure you. Let me pleasure you every night. I want to be trapped between those luscious thighs forever,” he breathes into your ear.

“We just met,” you whimper as his strong hands knead up your legs. “Isn’t this too fast?”

Baye kisses you again and his tongue coils around yours. As he pulls back, you notice a faint pink glow in the hollow sockets of his eyes. “We’ll get to know each other, I promise. But I cannot hide my desire for you any longer. If I do not please you tonight, then send me off in shame. But I will try and try again to make you feel praised and adored.”

You chomp down on your bottom lip as his fingers slip under your shirt. “You are cute,” you whisper.

Baye traces the line of your bra as he looks into your eyes. “I can smell your warm desire,” he pleads. “Let me take care of it, please.”

“Uhm-” You step away from his grasp and go over to the bed. You strip off your shirt and blouse then kick off your shorts so you’re only in your panties.

Baye’s breath ceases and you see the vines of his body shudder and twitch. “I am undeserving.”

You pull up your knees as you try to hide the rolls and chub of your body. But as Baye comes toward you he lays you down on the bed, gazing at you longingly. His long, pink tongue darts across the sharps points of his mouth.

“It has been so long since a goddess has blessed me.” He kisses down your body as his hands caress every inch of skin. “I cannot wait to taste you.” He nuzzles to the front of your panties and his hot tongue slips between your thighs. Vines begin to coil along your body; they squeeze around your waist and crawl along your breasts. Smaller tendrils on them tickle the skin and play with your nipples. 

You wiggle and moan softly. “Baye,” you whimper.

“Such sweet voice.” Baye growls. “Open your legs for me so that I may hear it more.” He kneels down on the bed.

You lift your knees and part your thighs. Baye inches in close, licking the damp patch on your panties. A low rumble sounds in his chest and it vibrates through the vines on your body. He pushes your panties aside and his breath chokes again.

“I’m not shaved,” you squeak anxiously.

Baye growls low and his fingers rub your vulva. It squishes and his fingers become soaked in your wetness already. “Have I made you excited already?” He kisses your thighs and belly as his fingers knead. “I am not worthy.”

“Baye,” you moan. You reach down and touch the back of his head.

Baye looks up at you, his eyes glowing bright pink now. His long tongue slips out and he licks your folds. He presses his tongue against you while his fingers hold you open. He moans darkly and his body shudders. 

You shiver and twitch; your body is sensitive and you’re not used to this sort of affection being lavished upon it. His finger gently taps your clit and your fingers dig into the vines on top of his head.

Baye moans and the vibrations trail through his body to yours. His tongue burrows deep inside you, seeming to get thicker as he goes. It twists and squirms, delivering a strange but pleasant sensation. You gasp and rock your hips, meeting the thrusts on his tongue. His finger taps to your clit, making you gasp and wheeze. The vines on your body squeeze and knead as he pleasures you. His hungry groans and snarls trail through your body like electric bolts.

You soon spasm and your back arches off the bed. His tongue and fingers elicit from you a powerful tremor and then another. You flop on the bed like a landed fish and you suffocate Baye between your thighs.

After a few moments, you’re limp on the bed and Baye is lifting your hips. He takes your panties off and tosses them off the bed. He kisses your legs and belly, nuzzling to it as you catch your breath.

“Did you like it?” Baye moans. 

You grunt and nod lazily. 

Baye kisses your cheek as he places his body on top of yours. “I’m not yet done,” he whispers into your ear. “I have more for you if you want it.”

You look up at him, meeting his kiss as he holds up your legs. Something grinds against your senstive slit and you gasp in surprise. It’s heavy against you as well as very textured. 

“Is that your-?” You giggle as you start to say it. 

“I understand if you don’t want me inside you. I’m more than happy just taking care of your desire,” Baye sighs into your ear.

You lock your legs around his waist and your stroke your palms down his chest. “It’s only fair,” you whisper, trying to hide your own excitement. “You should get a reward for your efforts.” You bite your cheek, hoping you’re not coming off too desperate. 

“Really?” He gasps. “You’d let me?”

You kiss him and urge him forward with your thighs. His cock spears you, parting your lips and stretching you open. Your thighs tremble as he goes deeper; he’s huge but seemingly molds to your shape once again.

Baye moans and sighs into your ear. His hips rut at first, rocking slowly as he savors the moment. You squeeze around him and can feel the texture of his shaft like rippling vines and veins. You coo softly, taking a deep breath as Baye rises up. His palm strokes down your body and the low pink glow of his eyes flickers like flames. He starts to move, rolling his hips and watching your folds as you take him. He sighs and bites down on his tongue as he focuses.

“I promise,” he growls, “everytime you accept me into your bed and into your arms, you will know only pleasure.”

You grunt and press your arms over your swaying breasts. “So big-” you coo.

“I’m only taking the shape you desire,” Baye moans. “Your body is very demanding,” he chuckles. “But I am happy to serve it. Anh-” his body shivers again and he grinds deep inside you. “You’re thanking me too much,” he chuckles as he moves again.

All night he does exactly as he promised. His stamina is endless, taking you in different ways all night. He stands and holds you in his arms. He bends you over the table and drives deep inside you. He takes you outside, laying on a bed of moss, and lays beside you while your leg is thrown over his hip.

As the clouds part on you, the moon shines over your bodies. You shudder and gasp as you feel the heat spike in you again. You cry out into the night and Baye snarls into your ear.

“Are you cumming again?” He moans. “Let me cum with you.”

“Please,” you plead.  “I want to feel it.”

Baye kisses you and his hips jerk. He sputters and moans into your mouth and you cry out as his release floods you. He jerks and spasms more, overflowing from within you. It spills out along your thighs and onto the soft moss. You both go limp, laying there in the cool of the night as a breeze blows over you. You touch yourself, feeling his nectar spill from you. You taste it on your fingers, finding it sweet like the scent of his blossoms.

“Are you cold?” Baye kisses you.

“I can’t feel anything,” you giggle. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Baye kisses down your body. “You will again, I promise.”

“Not every night, that might kill me.” You roll over and face him. “Not like this anyway,” you murmur. “Maybe tomorrow night I’ll use my mouth on you.”

Baye’s eyes flash bright. “Really?”

You kiss him. “I’ll be at this cabin for a long time, I think.” You snuggle up to him. “We can get to do a lot of things.”

Baye’s arms squeeze around you. “My goddess,” he whispers. “I’ll do everything for you.”