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“Welcome home, honey!” As I entered my home, Maple stood at the kitchen, her bodacious form covered up only by a sheer apron. Her emerald-green hair fell past her bare shoulders, past her curvy hips and fell around her ankles. A pair of horns, extended from her temples, covered in a rough bark. At the bases, vibrant red roses bloomed at the sight of me— passionate love in floriography. Of course, to dryads, the language of flowers was very different, but Maple had an active interest in learning about humans.

“I’m back, Maple.” I brushed her hair behind her ears and pulled her into a deep kiss. Maple always smelled faintly of herbs— all dryads had their own smell, but letting Maple’s scent wash over me like this never failed to make my heart race.

I reached past Maple and grabbed one of the knives off the kitchen counter. Cradling her head with one hand, I drove the point into her neck with the other. A spray of gooey sap— the dryads’ blood— erupted from her neck wound, Maple moaned sharply into my lips. As I dug the blade further and further, Maple thrust her fingers into her pussy, grinding her hips against my leg. Her moans became garbled but did not cease until the knife cut all the way through.

A flick of my hand. Maple’s headless body slumped against me, still jerking and cumming all over the kitchen floor.

There’s no way I’d ever get tired of this sight. I broke my kiss with her, her dead face still a horny, blushing mess, and impaled her head on my dick. Using her horns as handles, I used her as a sleeve, pounding her until my cum was spurting out of her lips and dribbling down the sides of her cheeks.

With my first load spent, I pumped my shaft a few more times and wringing out the last few drops. In the post-nut clarity, I spotted Maple’s handiwork behind her corpse, a vegetable stew slowly boiling at low heat on the stove, suitable for human and dryad tastes alike. I set Maple’s cum-covered head on the countertop and picked up where she left off. Even as I cooked, though, Maple’s lifeless, lusty stare made it hard to concentrate. As I finished preparing our dinner, I found myself propping up her headless body against the counter and idly fucking her other holes.

With the stew ready, I reconnected her skull and her neck stump, After a few seconds, the fibers of her body wove and reconnected, securing her head back in place.

Maple took a moment to collect herself. I knew from experience she always felt a bit lightheaded after being revived, usually from blood loss. But it only took her a few moments to start playing with the semen dripping from her vagina.

“Mm… I’m glad you enjoyed my body, honey,” Maple said, scooping up the cum on her cheeks and licking her fingers clean. “Shall we continue afterward?”

“Sounds like a plan.”


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Just a short one this time around. I’ve been pretty writers block’d lately, and I dunno if this is really my best work, but I hope to get back into the groove soon.

Name: Vivian (left) and Christine (right)
Age: 16 and 19, respectively
Characteristic: Vivian is reserved and doesn’t quite know how to express herself, but is surprisingly assertive, Christine is extroverted, empathetic and submissive. Both girls are deeply in love with you and, most importantly, are masochistic and turned on by the pain.
Setting: You, Vivian, and Christine have been close for ages, and the two of them are head-over-heels for you. Despite their romantic rivalry, the girls are best friends, and decide to settle things once and for all with a fair competition. During a trip to a fancy private resort, they make their move and want you to choose. Snuff one and keep the other as your breeding bitch, or snuff both and keep them as your sex dolls.