Chapter 24: Celebration

Iro and Beck exited Zeltaria’s room, heading to their own quarters to change into fresh, comfy clothes. Once they were dressed, they met up in the foyer, double-checking they had everything they needed.

“Wallet?” Beck asked.

“Check,” Iro responded, patting his pockets to confirm.

“Phone?”

“Check.”

“Condoms?”

Iro’s fur bristled and he shot Beck a surprised look. “Very funny,” he retorted, seeing her sly grin.

Beck chuckled, slinging her small purse over her shoulder. “Can’t blame me for asking. After ~last night~ and your excitement about this ‘Alethria’ person, it’s not a stretch to guess why you’re so eager.”

She patted her purse and flashed Iro a wide grin. “Just in case, I packed some of your favorites.”

Iro shook his head, his fur still standing on end from embarrassment. He mumbled a quiet, “Thank you.”

As Iro reached for the door handle, a sudden “Hold up!” echoed from behind him.

Turning around, Beck and Iro saw Mika, the feline maid, approaching. She was dressed in tight jeans and a hoodie, an outfit Iro had never seen her in before.

“Hey,” Mika panted, slightly out of breath. “Zel said I could tag along. I took my day off early, so let me join you.” She gave Iro and Beck a pleading look, and Beck was the first to cave.

“Oh, come on, Iro. Let the kitty come with us.”

Iro rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Not like we can stop you, Mika.”

Mika’s innocent expression vanished instantly, and she latched onto Beck’s arm. “Exactly. Besides, three’s a crowd, and we love a good crowd, don’t we?”

Beck chuckled softly, and the trio headed out.

On their way into town, Mika asked Beck about some questions that had been avoided or overlooked at dinner the previous night, or ~about~ the previous night, judging from the noises some of the staff had heard from Zeltaria’s room.

Beck blushed at the questions while Iro snickered, but the three kept the conversation light and casual as they traveled into town on a canal boat, pulled by a muscular merman.

As they approached the town, the distant sounds of music grew louder. Homes and businesses were adorned with flags and decorations, and some larger extra-species had even turned themselves into living decorations.

Centaurs wore flowered skirts, and minotaurs decorated their horns. Colorful flowers bloomed everywhere, and petals fluttered through the air.

Mika stayed close to Beck, but that didn’t seem to bother her. The vibrant and festive cityscape captivated all three of them, each pointing out unique decorations or impressive individuals.

Eventually, the boat slowed to a stop, docking at an inner-city pier. Beck, Mika, and Iro climbed out, thanked and paid the merman, and headed into the celebration.

Their drop-off point was near the heart of the city-wide celebration, and revelers filled the streets, cafés, and promenades.

While Beck and Mika were focused on finding snacks and trinkets, Iro was more concerned with finding a certain dryad.

Beck and Mika spotted a nearby sweets stand selling designer cotton candies shaped like various species from around the island and the larger world.

Mika chose a human-shaped one while Beck opted for a feline cotton candy. Iro declined, claiming he wasn’t interested, but in reality, he was just lost in his thoughts, scanning the crowd hopelessly.

Mika slowly sidled up beside him as Beck savored her sweet cotton candy, her tail brushing against Iro’s to get his attention.

“Hey, lost puppy, you’re bringing me down. Why don’t you go look for whatever you’re searching for, and I’ll keep an eye on Beck here? Sound good?”

Iro looked at Mika, and although her words might have seemed self-serving, he saw a genuine expression of concern and sympathy on her face. Iro nodded and returned the tail brush. “Thanks, Mika. I’ll…see you guys later?”

Mika grinned and flashed her phone in her pocket. “Just text when you need a ride.”

Iro watched as Mika latched back onto Beck and slowly guided her away into the crowd, leaving him alone to pursue his target.

Now alone, Iro paused for a moment and lifted his nose, taking a deep sniff of the air. He caught the faintest scent of warm nectar.

A scent he remembered quite fondly, having tasted it, drunk deeply of it while resting beneath a glowing tree in a hedge maze.

Turning, Iro began to follow the faint scent, moving faster and faster as he got closer to the source.

Finally, he stepped into a wide promenade filled with blooming trees and flower bushes, grass sprouting up from the bricks, and elegant fountains scattered around the square courtyard.

And there, in the center of all this natural beauty, was Alethria.

The motherly dryad was surrounded by a small crowd of onlookers, which made Iro feel a twinge of jealousy. But it was clear she was an integral part of whatever was happening here, so he tried to suppress that feeling.

Iro slowly paced around the edge of the courtyard, trying to be patient and wait for the crowd to disperse before he approached. He was desperate to go up and hug the full-figured, plant-like woman.

When he could catch glimpses of her, Alethria appeared to be made of interwoven vines with rich green leaves covering her private areas.

Flowers bloomed throughout her long, braided hair made of vines.

She was an embodiment of nature in humanoid form, and Iro could smell the ever-present scent she exuded, reminiscent of a rose field in bloom, or an orchard during harvest.

She was nature, and he ~really~ wanted to bask in it.

Iro’s pacing finally brought him into Alethria’s line of sight.

She was seated on the ground on her knees, grass growing around her through the brickwork, and she caught sight of the white canine woefully looking in at her.

“Iro?” she called out, her voice carrying on the wind like a breeze through a field.

Iro heard her voice, a soft whisper that made him shiver. She rose, the crowd parting for her as she moved toward him.

“Is that you, Iro? Come here, I’ve missed you,” she said, her voice filled with warmth and kindness.

Iro felt a moment of panic as the crowd turned to look at him, but he couldn’t resist her call. He moved quickly, his tail stiffly pointed downward, and walked into Alethria’s embrace.

She was tall, his head nestled against her ample chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

“There you are. It’s been a while, sweetheart. How have you been?” she asked, as if they were alone and not surrounded by a crowd.

Iro looked up at her, his face buried in her chest. “I’ve been good…my friend came to visit, from off the island.”

Alethria tilted her head, her smile faltering slightly. “But you left them, to come see me?”

Iro nodded, realizing he had been a bit of an ass to leave Beck. “I…I heard you would be here…and I wanted to see you again,” he admitted.

Alethria’s smile returned and she hugged him tighter, rubbing his back to comfort him.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I understand. Let’s get away for a bit…the crowds, while I love them, can be a bit much.”

She stood and addressed the crowd. “Please, excuse us for a moment. I need to catch up with my dear friend here. In private, if you don’t mind.”

The crowd seemed torn between acceptance and disappointment, but the arrival of more dryads to entertain them eased their disappointment.

Alethria led Iro away, her hand in his, and they walked into a banquet hall. She guided him through another door into a private lounge, the sounds of the celebration fading as the door closed behind them.

Alethria sank onto a large couch, sighing with relief and closing her eyes.

“I’m so happy to see you again, sweet Iro, but you’ll have to forgive me…I’m a bit tired. My duties can be quite demanding.” She opened her eyes and gave Iro a suggestive look.

“Maybe it’s selfish of me, but this is a welcome distraction.” She patted her lap, inviting Iro to join her. “Would you come and rest with me?”

Iro nodded eagerly and climbed onto the couch, pressing against her.

Alethria laughed, a deep, rich sound. “No, no, not like that, Iro.”

She guided him onto her lap, his head resting against her thighs.

“Like this,” she said, her fingers gently stroking his head, scratching behind his ears. She laughed again at his soft noises of pleasure.

“So…why are you here, if you don’t mind me asking?” Iro asked, looking up at Alethria’s smiling face.

Alethria thought for a moment. “As you know, I represent my region. Your boss, Zeltaria, could tell you more if you’re interested. My home is very fertile, for reasons you know. So, I’m often asked to share my knowledge or send other dryads under my care to help less fertile regions. We serve many purposes, and I guess you could say I’m the matron.” She laughed, realizing her role was more complex than she had initially thought.

“And you? What about your friend? Your loyalty to me is touching, but what about them?”

Iro felt a pang of guilt. “She’s…with another friend, Mika, from the manor.”

Alethria tilted her head. “The cat?”

“That’s her. She offered to look after Beck, my human friend…so I could, uh, come look for you,” Iro said.

Alethria hummed and laughed, her body swaying slightly. “I understand. But, in the future, make sure you take care of your friends too, okay?”

Iro nodded, then looked up at Alethria again. “But… aren’t you a friend too?”

Alethria paused, considering his question. She had called him a friend. She smiled at Iro and laughed. “I should hope so.”

She placed her other hand on his chest, gently rubbing him. “Although, I do…I do hope you think of me as a little more than that…”

Iro shivered as she touched him and nodded eagerly, squirming slightly on her lap. “I do…can…”

“Can you show me?” Alethria finished, her hand moving to the bulge in Iro’s pants.

Iro nodded, blushing as Alethria’s hand rested on his growing erection.

Alethria hummed as she rubbed him through his pants and underwear. “Of course, dear Iro.”

Iro whimpered and moaned softly as Alethria’s touch sent waves of pleasure through him.

The voluptuous dryad laughed and murmured words of encouragement as Iro lost himself in her touch, until she finally broke the silence with a spoken request.

“Iro, my dear…would you be open to…~more?~” she asked gently, not wanting to shatter the enchanting moment they were sharing.

As Iro lifted his gaze, he noticed an unusual blush on her cheeks, her smooth green skin deepening a few shades as she made her request.

Iro nodded softly, responding in a hushed voice. “Is it something…or…is it something you ~communicate~ through?” Iro asked, remembering the fertility dryad’s usual way of connecting with nature and the world around her.

Alethria gave a barely noticeable nod. “S-sort of…I confess…the crowds affected me more than I anticipated. I am…~used~ to large groups, but this was…~exhausting~.”

Finally, she met Iro’s eyes and her hand, which was still gently stroking his cock through his pants, paused and pressed down on his hard member. “I need…to ~replenish~, to recover…to…”

“~Connect~?” Iro asked, a dreamy look on his face as he gazed up at Alethria from her lap.

He finally noticed that she seemed a bit drier than when he had seen her before. The green of her skin was slightly lighter and some of the leaves she used as clothing seemed partially wilted.

The dryad looked down at him with affection and smiled. “Yes.” She leaned over, her vine-like hair cascading over her shoulders to tickle Iro’s nose. “In every sense, ~yes~.”

Iro nodded again and began to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows as Alethria sat upright, giving him space to do so. “What do you need from me?” he asked, eager to start but patient enough not to rush.

Alethria gave him one of her radiant smiles, and even if she was somewhat diminished, it warmed Iro’s very soul.

He watched as her “clothes” began to wilt or “ungrow,” receding into her form and revealing herself to him, taking on a naked figure as she had done for him during their first time together.

“In…an attempt not to sound…~crude~…I desire your ~seed~, dear Iro…”

She seemed nervous to ask, perhaps wanting to preserve Iro’s high opinion of her and afraid he would think less of her if she asked for what she truly wanted and needed from him.

The canine reached up, finally initiating contact, and brushed his hand along the base of her jaw, curling his hands around the back of her neck gently. “Of course…~where~?” he asked, his face full of acceptance and love.

Alethria hesitated only a moment before wrapping her arms around him, pinning his outstretched arm against her as she whispered into his ear. “~Everywhere.~”

Iro shivered at the thought but when he looked into her eye, he knew she ~meant ~it. Iro was more than willing to provide.

In no time, Iro’s clothes were removed and tossed aside, exposing the two beings to each other.

Alethria moved herself off of the couch and rested against it, kneeling on the floor in a comfortable position before taking Iro’s wrists in hand. She guided him around to face her, standing before her.

Their position put his shaft at her chest height, as she was still notably taller than him.

She looked up at him with all the warmth of a longtime lover and used one arm to support her ample bust, each breast nearly the size of a watermelon, and reached with the other to lightly grasp Iro’s hip.

“We…can start here, dear pup. G-go ahead,” she said shyly, still uncomfortable about revealing her desires to Iro.

She was a fertility dryad, one that reveled in sexual pleasure to enrich nature around her: this was her nature.

But to her, Iro was ~innocent~. She didn’t want to taint him, but she ~needed~ this and she wanted to share this moment with him.

Iro saw the emotions flash across Alethria’s face. Her mix of desire, reluctance, and desperate need were all clear.

With a measure of reverence, he reached out and grasped the sides of Alethria’s voluptuous breasts and slowly squeezed them inward, marveling at how soft they were.

He brought his member inward and slowly pressed it into the cleft between her mounds, enveloping his small member in the depth of her cleavage.

Alethria giggled softly as Iro gasped in pleasure, enthralled by the sensation of her softness cradling his shaft.

He pushed inwards until his hips pressed against her nipples, and he could go no further. She brought both of her hands up to cup over his hands, still holding her breasts possessively.

“Good boy,” Alethria whispered, encouraging and approving of him. That was all Iro needed.

With a careful movement, he pulled back, gasping again as her smoothness caressed his rock-hard cock, and again as he pressed inwards.

“Take it, dear Iro…~I’m yours~,” she whispered, her words caressing his ears in the sweetest of ways.

Eagerly, he nodded and began to move, using Alethria’s chest as a perfect sleeve, moving in and out with steady and methodical thrusts.

Each time he pushed forward, his shaft vanished between her bust, only the slightest hint of his tip peeked out against her sternum before disappearing back into her mountainous bust.

Iro was in bliss, and Alethria was more than pleased to provide the sensation to him.

Gently, Alethria let her hands fall off of his and slowly wrapped her arms around Iro’s waist, locking him into his pattern of thrusting into her cleavage, lovingly fucking her breasts.

The vulgarity of the act contrasted sharply against the affectionate giggles, moans, and whispered words shared between the pair.

Eventually, Iro began to whimper and moan louder, his pitch increasing, and Alethria, from countless years of experience, knew exactly what that meant.

She began to slowly massage and squeeze his rear end and tilted her chin upward, looking up into his eyes. “Go ahead, love, ~let it all out for me~.”

Iro whimpered in delight and thrusted inward one final time. With a shuddering moan, he gushed forth.

Warm, milky cum spurted in a small fountain from between Alethria’s voluminous breasts, spraying her chin and neck. He panted as his semen ran back down into the cleft and in between her mounds, lubricating his shaft.

Iro panted and gasped as Alethria held him in place until he finally stopped spraying.

She guided him to sit, his forehead resting against her left breast. Her body eagerly soaked up his cum, her skin flushing with color and new flowers blooming in her braided “hair.”

She tenderly stroked Iro’s head, absorbing his seed and feeling a surge of rejuvenation.

“That was ~perfect~, little pup,” she cooed, her laughter ringing out as he whimpered softly, too spent to respond.

She cradled him in her arms, his head nestled against her breast, allowing him to recover at his own pace.

Alethria was content to let the world continue without them, cherishing this quiet, intimate moment with her little canine lover.

Gradually, Iro regained some strength and looked up at Alethria, his chin still resting on her breast. “C-can…” he began, but his words trailed off, seemingly unable to complete his request.

Alethria smiled warmly, her hand gently massaging the base of his skull, sending waves of pleasure through his fur. “It’s okay, little Iro, ~ask~.”

Iro swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Alethria’s face, her skin glowing faintly after consuming his seed.

“Can I ~seed~ you properly?” he asked timidly, still struggling to find the right words.

Alethria paused, considering his request while studying Iro’s earnest expression. Then, she broke into a slow, warm giggle.

She slipped her arms under his and stood slowly, lifting him with her. She glanced back at the large couch in the banquet hall’s lounge and decided it would suffice.

She locked eyes with Iro and lay down on the couch, slowly parting her legs to reveal herself to him. Her hands moved to her chest, fingers interlocking, subtly squeezing her breasts together to entice him.

“You may,” she granted, her smile warm and inviting.

Iro whimpered at her permission and approached, crawling onto the couch where she lay and positioning himself between her thighs.

The silky smoothness of her skin against his fur was delightful, and Alethria reveled in the sensation of his fur against her skin.

Iro’s cock was already hard again, eager for action, and Alethria’s pussy, a deep green well of nectar, was ready to receive it.

Iro shivered as his tip brushed against her, coming back wet, Alethria’s pussy dripping with desire.

She kept her hands on her chest, accentuating her breasts for Iro’s viewing pleasure, and allowing him to take the lead.

Taking a deep breath, Iro used one hand to guide his member while the other gently explored Alethria’s wet slit, parting it slightly as he neared.

Iro looked to Alethria for final confirmation, and she simply fluttered her eyelashes at him and nodded.

That was all the encouragement Iro needed. With a slow, steady thrust, he pushed his cock into Alethria’s warm honey pot, right up to his knot.

Iro exhaled shakily as Alethria moaned in pleasure, her voice deepening as she reveled in the sensation. The ~size~ of Iro’s member didn’t matter to her, only that it was ~his~.

Alethria lifted her head to look at Iro, patiently waiting for him to open his eyes and meet her gaze.

She caught his eye and smiled, offering him one last encouragement. “I told you, dearest, that I’m ~yours.~ Now ~take me~.”

Iro’s anxieties melted away at Alethria’s urging, and with his tail wagging rapidly, he pulled back and thrust forward again.

Alethria had another surprise in store as she intentionally tightened her core, enhancing the sensation for Iro.

She was more than willing to please him, and as he moaned in pleasure, she knew she’d hit the mark.

Iro began to thrust rhythmically, his hips moving in sync with his wagging tail.

His eyes drank in the sight of Alethria’s curvaceous green form, her body rippling with each impact as he pounded her wet pussy.

But more potent than any physical sensation was Iro’s sense of smell. As a canine, his nose was incredibly sensitive, and he could smell every hint of Alethria’s arousal.

The sweet scent of her nectar, the gentle fragrance of the flowers in her hair, and the fresh scent of her natural form created an intoxicating blend. A perfume unique to a being like her.

Each breath only fueled Iro’s lust and desire, driving him to bond with this creature of nature. With growing strength and vigor, Iro began to thrust deeper, aiming to fill Alethria completely.

Alethria noticed his efforts and relaxed, allowing him to slide deeper inside her. Her moans grew louder, her eyes sliding shut as she reveled in his efforts.

Finally, with a powerful thrust, Iro managed to press his knot into Alethria’s pussy. His cock sealed inside her, he released a burst of hot cum, painting her insides with his love.

Both of them panted and gasped as Iro shuddered from his orgasm. Alethria was panting too, ~close~ to her own climax, but needing just a bit more stimulation.

She slowly opened her eyes to find Iro’s mouth nearing hers, the canine leaning in for a breathless kiss.

Alethria, experienced in all things sexual, felt a wave of affection as Iro silently locked lips with her.

She shuddered, an unexpected orgasm rippling through her as she clenched around Iro’s still embedded shaft, savoring his kiss.

They maintained their lip lock until they were both out of breath, breaking apart only to pant and gasp in each other’s faces. Iro let Alethria ride out her orgasm before daring to speak.

“Do…do you ~need~ to go back out there?”

A genuine smile spread across Alethria’s face. Wrapping her arms around Iro’s back, she pulled him close to her chest. “Not yet.”