Sylvie's Grove in the Woods

Shore. Finally.

It had only been a few hours since they set off late that morning, but to Lily it felt like a week. She had recovered something new on her party’s expedition to the Sacred Cove, and it hadn’t even occurred to her to identify it herself. She just fidgeted with it in her hand as she imagined the new discoveries it would allow her and Sandro to delve into together. The night before her trek, she had promised the doctor of the small Nemtekhan town of Two-Rivers to help in researching the significance of a particular holy symbol which a manic priest in town wore around his neck. Sandro looked haggard and sleepless, even more so than those closest to the victims of the priest’s crime. Still, he had an effortlessly charming demeanor despite the bags under his eyes. He spared no energy for pleasantries or to masquerade cheery politeness for newcomers to his village. Just the sincere kindness and devotion to his work showed through his deep brown eyes.

“How could I not help him out?” Lily thought to herself while pacing the deck of the ship, “He looked like he could use it, and researching divine aberrations is a specialty of mine.” Lily thought that most things were a specialty of hers.

As the plank thudded against the wood of the pier, Lily raced down the steps, platinum amulet in hand, to the market before strutting toward Sandro’s office. The low sun was casting a warm glow on the dark wooden door of Sandro’s study. It was only when she thought to check the clay carafe of coffee in her hand for drips that Lily noticed the bloodstain on her skirt.

“Dammit, I look like a psychopath.”

With a quick, practiced motion of her manicured fingers, a sparkling gold breeze danced from her heels, across her deep red thighs, past the stain on her floral skirt, and up the collar of her halter-top. It cleaned every fiber of clothing she was wearing before resting on her slate fingernails and dying out. She then cleared her throat, adjusted her bangs with a pinkie, and rapped on the door.

“Come in!” Sandro’s usually soft voice called out from deeper in his office. “Ah, Lillithanna! Glad to see you made it back.”

He had tried to hide it before, but his face lit up seeing this energetic Scathachi student juxtaposing the scattered and gloomy interior of his study. It also helped that she had coffee and snacks. He was expecting a long night. Not wasting a second, Lily strode over to Sandro’s writing desk, and dropped their coffee pot on the desk before clearing a place for the two of them to work.

“Sandro! You should call me Lily by the way, but anyway! I found a lead for us! It was buried in the sand underneath this HUGE stone golem, and it almost crushed my friends but then it started talking at us and-“

“Woah, one thing at a time please.”

Sandro lifted his thin spectacles to pinch at the bridge of his nose. His brow furrowed underneath the tips of his graying hair as he sat down and looked back up to the tiefling girl. “Can I see the necklace first? Maybe you can draw out the rest of what you saw for me.”

“Okay!” Lily handed the amulet over for Sandro to inspect. He struggled with reading the text on its outside edge for a few moments before Lily jumped in to translate.

“I can read it but I don’t know what it means. I was hoping you could tell me which religion it belongs to? That way you can stop something like this from happening in your town again.”

“That would be ideal.” The doctor noted dryly, “My job is difficult enough without divine magic interfering with my patients’ lives so directly.”

Lily sat down next to Sandro as he opened up a thick dusty tome. She poured them both a drink and started munching on a sugary plum pastry while he read.

“I can’t believe no one has been to that cove before. Do you sail Sandro?” He looked up from his reading with a start, to see Lily’s face inches away from his.

“Uh, no. I travel the rivers mostly. Would you like to look into something as well?” Sandro was not used to working with distractions in his space.

“I’m the adventurer, I’ve done my part.” Lily remarked sardonically with a hand over her chest. “I just like talking to you if i’m being honest. Reading is nice, but you have personal experience here! That’s invaluable.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’m not the outdoorsy type unfortunately. I’m barely spiritual.” Sandro was more nervous than he wanted to let on. He wasn’t used to study-mates, let alone younger women taking personal interest in him.

“You’re blushing.”

That made him sit up straight in his seat. He saw Lily’s lips moving but heard her voice as though it were a whisper coming from inside his head. Knowing it was no use defending himself, Sandro took a sip of coffee while glaring at the girl flashing her fangs at him and looking a little too proud of herself. He just then noticed that she had moved her chair to be right next to his, and she leaned over to brush shoulders with him.

“I’m gonna grab this back really quick.” Lily reached across his reading to pick up the amulet and tied it around her neck, making a show of lowering her top to let the platinum disc show in front of her cleavage. Sandro smelled the lavender and sea salt in her hair as it brushed against his left cheek as she sat back up in her seat.

“Alright.” Sandro slid a bookmark onto the page he was reading and emphatically closed the leather cover. “What are you really doing here?”

Lily’s coy smile was sobered by Sandro’s suddenly cold tone. He stared directly into her eyes and then across her features with the distant and calculating look of a professional assessing a patient’s mental state.

“I.. really just wanted to help out if I can. I can read if you want me to, but I’m also leaving tomorrow. I don’t have much time here.” Lily trailed off for a few tense seconds. “Honestly, I really respect what you do for people here. I wanted to get to know you Sandro.”

The doctor’s gaze softened. “That’s very kind of you Lillith- Lily.” He reached a thumb up to brush a spot of powdered sugar from her lip, cupping her cheek on one side.

“Omygod.” Lily’s mind began to race as she felt the warmth of Sandro’s palm against her cheek. “Omygod finally, please come closer omygod.” She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks and between her legs as she saw his professional demeanor soften. She was already struggling to hold back her telepathy and invading Sandro’s mind to feel more intimately connected. “Pleasepleaseplease give it to me.” She opened her mouth instinctively as she felt his thumb against her lower lip.

“aAH! MMmh”

Sandro’s sudden surprised yelp was silenced by the feeling of a full set of lips pressing against his own. Apparently his gesture had been mistaken for something else. He surprised himself again by not pushing himself away.

“Fuuuck, I can’t keep it together anymore.” Lily felt herself about to slip up, but she didn’t care.

“I want you inside me, Sandro.” The words pierced the core of the doctor’s mind, and he not only heard their meaning, but felt the powerful urgency behind them. Lily’s telepathic link shared the warmth in her chest, the burning sensation in her pelvis, and the feeling of her skin tingling in anticipation of being touched - no - grabbed. Taken. She wanted to be squeezed tightly and not let go until Sandro was entirely spent. And now, Sandro knew that exactly as well as she did. The sudden psychic connection was so overwhelming that he didn’t notice Lily’s usually pale-yellow eyes glow a misty bubblegum-pink.

“What am I going to do with you, little Lily?” Sandro sighed and stood up matter-of-factly to pull the shutters closed. It was getting dark, and now the dim candlelight would clearly illuminate the events of their evening to anyone passing by.

Lily stretched out, arching her back and flattening her exposed stomach against the smooth wooden surface of Sandro’s wide writing desk. “I can think of a few things, but you should tell me what you think~ OH!”

Sandro surprised himself again when an unconscious low growl escaped his throat. He dug his thumbs into the back of Lily’s thighs as he gripped her exposed legs. He felt a familiar pressure against his slacks, and for the first time since Lily got here, he relaxed. A genuine smile crept across his face.

“I don’t think I’m using these anymore!” The wriggling tiefling turned face-up and shimmied a black pair of slip-shorts past her knees and onto the floor. She stared up at Sandro, fangs making noticeable dimples in her lower lip as she gave an excited grin.

“I really don’t know what you see in me Lily” Sandro admitted almost to himself. His mind seemed a mile away, but his hands were busy in the present, lifting up Lily’s skirt and gripping her hips. A soft moan rung out in the air and in Sandro’s head as she tilted her head back, and propped her heels on the edge of the desk to expose her blushing pink pussy.

Lily tamped down her lust for long enough to register what her crush had said. “You aren’t looking hard enough then, sweetie.” She put her elbows underneath her to look the Sandro in his weathered face. “You’re kind…” She reached up to stroke the stubble on his strong jawline, “you’re strong…” She slid her hand down to squeeze his firm shoulder, “you know how to be gentle and caring…” Her fingers slid down the front of his buttoned shirt to his belt buckle, “but right now, I don’t want you to be.” She gave the strip of leather standing between them a firm tug, forcing Sandro’s hips forward, and rubbing his growing bulge against her bare clit.

Sandro had to catch himself with both palms on the desk to stop from knocking heads with the hungry-eyed girl in front of him. He chuckled, “Alright, you talked me into it.” He ran a hand up her neck to pull her into a deep kiss, while the other undid the buttons on his pants. Lily sat up, wrapping both arms over his shoulders and pressing herself against him in desperation. She felt like she needed to keep kissing him as much as she needed air in her lungs. She reached down to pull at the waistband that was barely containing Sandro’s erection. It didn’t need much encouragement to slide to the floor along with her own underwear. Her ass slid against the polished wood as she grinded on Sandro’s cock, teasing him by pushing the slick folds of her pussy against his firm head and down the underside of his shaft.

Sandro was the one to finally break their kiss and look Lily in the eyes. “I am going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.” His tone was unnaturally cool. It made Lily’s heart race faster. “I dare you.” She said, tail lashing in excitement. She pulled her top over her curly hair and horns, exposing her freckled shoulders and breasts. Sandro looked like he was catching his breath as he undid the clasps on his shirt and dropped it behind him on a messy stack of notebooks. His lean chest heaved as he took in the sight in front of him. It had a coat of black and grey hair which led unbroken down his stomach and above his girthy dick, twitching in anticipation. Lily, for the first time she could remember, was speechless and slack-jawed.

“I’ll be gentle” Sandro’s soft, low voice sounded in Lily’s ear as he laid her down among the books and parchment, “…at first.”

Lily gasped and clawed into Sandro’s back as she felt his tip, wet with precum, brush past her clit and begin to spread her walls. She wrapped her legs around Sandro’s hips, tensing her thighs and savoring the full feeling. “God, Sandro you feel amazing.” She spasmed slightly, gripping his cock as he slid into her little by little. “So do you Lily. I could hold you like this all night.”

“Now he starts talking.” Lily thought to herself. “How romantic.”

Her train of thought was interrupted by an empty feeling, followed by a second, more forceful thrust. She cried out, definitely loud enough to hear from outside, and Sandro grunted with the effort of lifting her ass in the air to get his preferred angle to her thirsty cunt. The sallow, lethargic man who greeted her at the door suddenly seemed wildly animated. Every muscle on his gaunt frame tensed to cradle her in a tight, nearly suffocating embrace.

“That’s more like it.” Lily hissed under her breath. It was clear to both of them that she was starting to actually feel satisfied. “Yesss honey, give it to me~” She mewled in a way that might have embarrassed her if she wasn’t so foggy-headed with arousal.

Sandro’s shoulders and core coiled. The hyperactive spellcaster’s body was warmer than he expected; enough to make him sweat. The sensation of her squeezing around his cock sent a tingle through his core and up his spine, distracting from any uncomfortable heat against his skin. Her frame felt deceptively soft and comfortable. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” He pondered, “This cute little thing is so bright. She should feel safe and loved after offering so much help. It’s been a long time since someone tried to take care of me like that.” Sandro found his thoughts somewhat at odds with his actions, but he felt suddenly energized. His hips worked with a new-found liveliness to drive his cock deeper into Lily’s gently rocking pelvis. “Gods, her face is so pretty when she cries out like that.”

“Gods, his face is so pretty when he fucks me like that.” Lily felt entirely lost in the feeling of the town doctor’s rich-colored dewy skin pressed up against hers. Rapt with pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head, long enough to miss the occasional flashes of pink light in Sandro’s eyes as they clashed together. She encouraged his thrusts by placing her hands on his, guiding one hand to the base of her tail, and the other just underneath her jaw. “You can do —better than that, tiger.” She was unable to keep eye contact, but still trying to tease him through ragged breaths. She felt worried for a moment, when Sandro suddenly pulled away from her. But her chest fluttered in excitement when he picked her up, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and carried her to the padded lounge across the room.

“You’re impossible to please, little one.” Sandro playfully scorned the girl. “It’s nice to see him smile so much.” Lily thought as she giggled, “I wouldn’t say that, you’re doing a pretty good job so far.” Without another word, Sandro’s hand found the base of Lily’s tail again, and pulled her onto her stomach. Her round, freckled cheeks now swayed beneath the dim orange lamplight. Lily bit her lip and cooed as her sensitive nipples pressed into the cushion. “I’m glad it’s working Lilithanna, sincerely, you deserve it.”

“Oh what a cassanova,” Lily thought, “I wish he’d just— aaAAHN~!” the moan involuntarily rung out telepathically, flooding Sandro with encouraging bliss as he penetrated his mind-linked partner from behind. “Oh~ someone liked that a lot!” He mused back to the girl who was trembling face-down on his lounge. Lily didn’t reply, just rocked her hips back towards his as Sandro pulled her tail and put a firm hand below her jaw, tilting her head upward to look at him as he bucked his hips into her again and again. “You’re such a sweet girl, Lily~”

Again, the telepathic cries pierced their minds as she spoke them rhythmically, “Yes! Yesyesyes! I love how you handle me, Sandro, please keep going~!”

As he felt the pleasure in his core begin to crest, Sandro’s heart beat harder. His chest felt light and his head began to swim. His vision blurred, and as he closed his eyes, time seemed to freeze.

———

The cobblestone home that the weathered doctor lived in vanished as he envisioned his future on the warm, sandy coast of the town. It was late summer. He held a small child’s hands as they took shaky steps in the moving tide of the ocean. They looked up at him with familiar deep-brown eyes, and wispy dark hair similar to his own danced in the salty breeze.

“What’s that in your hair, little one?” Sandro reached out with a wrinkled hand to comb through the child’s hair. He found two reddish-brown bony nubs protruding from their forehead. The child stared quizzically for a moment, before looking inland and smiling brightly.

“Maaam-ma!” the toddler let go of their father’s hand to reach toward the tall grass which sprouted up just inland of the grayish sands.

A tiefling wearing a dark green dress which contrasted her fiery skin tone, stepped onto the sand. Her horns curved dramatically backwards, as did her curly brown hair in the wind. She cradled an infant in her arms. “How are my strongest sailors doing?”

Sandro was dumbfounded by her beauty. Every line in her face and wrinkle around her eyes told of a moment they had laughed together. The dark freckles advancing down her cheeks were proof of the exploring they had done on the waters together in the harsh sun. The sparse wisps of curly silver in her hair revealed her dedicated work to building their life together. “Lily…” He found himself smiling unconsciously as he half-sighed her name. He hoisted the child up from the water and onto his shoulders, and bounced along the beach to meet her.

“My gorgeous man…” She said as she cupped Sandro’s face with one hand. She whispered as she leaned in to kiss him. “Sandro, I love you.”

“Lily, I love you too.“ He opened his eyes to see his wife’s face, illuminated by the sunset which painted the sky behind them. He paused to appreciate the view of their children and the beautiful familiar landscape. This time of the day, everything took on a vibrant, comforting, warm pink hue.

———

Sandro’s taller gaunt frame slowed pace and relaxed, and his expression softened to match. “Lily, darling, I’m getting close.” As he took in the caster's pointed smile, she opened her eyes to meet his passionate gaze for the first time since they undressed. Her heart sunk.

“Oh no. I— can’t have done this.” The wizard’s expression dropped, and she was mortified to see Sandro’s pupils entirely clouded, his sclera glowing with a soft shade of pink. “How? How did this happen without me noticing?” She pulled Sandro’s hand away from her neck and tried to crawl forward, but he was still firmly gripping the base of her tail.

“What’s wrong, my gorgeous flower?” Sandro’s dreamy expression changed abruptly to one of deep concern, though his figure still hovered over her possessively as his eyes glowed with rose-colored light. “Are you not having a nice time? I was just about to tell you that I lo—“

“DON’T SAY THAT!”

Sandro gripped his head in both hands to stop the pain that ripped through his skull as the girl shrieked.

Lily gasped and covered her mouth with the realization that she was still linked with the doctor’s mind. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” She sat up on the leather seat and extended her arms to hug him. Sandro stayed still on his knees, and looked up at her in confusion.

“What?.. What do you have to be sorry for, my gorgeous girl? All I want to do is take care of you. We can stop if you’d like, but-“

“You’re charmed!” Lily gestured emphatically as her eyes grew wide with panic.

“I was from the first moment I saw you.” Sandro reached a hand up to stroke her hair, only to have it slapped away.

“That’s not what I mean!”

The once composed, sharp man was clearly too far gone to reason with. He was smiling at Lily as if she were the answer to every problem he had ever come across. “It is a nice sight,” Lily admitted to herself. “he looks so peaceful and relaxed like this. I wish I could have made him this happy without magic getting in the way.”

“I’m not sure what you mean honey,” Sandro sat up next to the budding wizard on the couch. “but I was genuinely looking forward to seeing you tonight. I understand if you need to stop and get dressed, or take a break. However,” He ran a hand from the small of her back to her shoulders in an attempt to massage Lily’s tension away. “I would really love to help you relax.”

Lily looked down in contemplation. “Oh god, what do I do? If I had cast this on purpose, I could just dispel it. Did I even cast it on him? I could hit him. It would have to be hard to snap him out of it before the hour is up, I’m not sure I could do that without seriously hurting him. Oh my GOD how is he still hard??” Her furrowed brow raised in astonishment at Sandro’s thick cock standing up toward her and leaking clear, sticky fluid.

“Dammit.” The only other available solution stuck out to the tiefling woman. She blushed and rocked her hips backward with an uneasy groan. “I’m gonna hate myself for this. I hope he doesn’t hate me too.” She was slightly ashamed as she felt her own sweat and slick sticking to the leather of her seat.

Lily looked back up into Sandro’s eyes and took his hand in hers. “I... think I need that right now. Can you touch me?”

“Of course my flower~” The Nemtekhan man’s slender hand moved to cup and press on Lily’s wet opening as he peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses. She leaned backward with closed eyes to recline on the lounge. Her hand stroked Sandro’s tip as he kissed along her stomach toward her pelvis. As he kissed the hood of her clit, Lily gasped and bucked her hips forward. Sandro moaned as she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock to stroke faster.

“Just cum for me Sandro, let’s clear your head.” Lily was enjoying the feeling of Sandro’s stubble and soft lips on her pussy. She had to focus to keep her mind from drifting away from the doctor’s altered consciousness.

Sandro’s veins pulsed underneath her hand and Lily felt his back tighten as he let out a groan that sounded more frustrated than pleasurable. Feeling accomplished, Lily smirked and watched the head of his cock drip and expand as it turned redder. She felt herself getting close as well as Sandro’s long digits massaged against her mound with a firm and gentle rhythm.

“That’s it, let it out and be a good boy for me~ Oh no.”

Lily realized that she was projecting her thoughts again as Sandro whipped his head around with a suddenly fierce expression. His eyes glowed so bright they illuminated thier surroundings as much as the candles across the room. With a wicked smile and a grunt, Sandro pinned Lily’s shoulders into the cushion and kissed her deeply. Lily could only moan into his mouth and his cock slid inside her with ease. Lily’s tail whipped around, striking him and spasming as her walls flexed somewhat painfully against his firm shaft. His muscles tensed all at once, squeezing her arms against her sides, rubbing his pelvis against her clit, pressing his pecs against her soft breasts, and flooding her burning pussy with warm viscous cum.

With a deep growl that turned into a groan, Sandro broke their kiss. Lily’s eyes shot open as she struggled with primal fear to release the man’s grip. She saw his eyes start to dim and tried to breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, she moaned in ecstasy as she reached her climax. Her walls tightened and released rhythmically as Sandro kept pumping his entire length in and out of her, forcing the white fluid deeper inside her, and dripping some of it out of her entrance. It oozed down her ass forming a sizeable puddle on the couch.

Minutes passed. They felt like hours. Lily’s eyelids flittered open and shut involuntarily. Sandro’s sweat dripped on to her chest. He firmly grinded his hips into her blushing red pussy one last time before collapsing on top of her. They both lay exhausted, panting heavily, and drifted into black slumber.

———

Lily nervously checked her satchel for all of her belongings with only the stars and moon to illuminate them. “Component pouch, both spellbooks, ink, notes, and… the amulet.” She muttered under her breath, and glanced down the street to account for all the lights in peoples’ homes.

She stared over her shoulder at Sandro’s front door. She had awoken before him, cast detect magic to make sure he was unaltered, and silently teleported outside into the cool night air. As she strode toward the harbor, she folded a single piece of parchment into the shape of a crane. It flit its wings and carried itself along the sea breeze toward the sleeping doctor’s home. It rested on the doorstep before unfolding, and sliding effortlessly under the door. The dim lamplight of Sandro’s study illuminated their abandoned coffee mugs, and pastry wrappers. The slip of paper floated up before resting on top of their would-be study area revealing a hastily scrawled message.

I genuinely care about you. I hope we can meet again. Please forgive me. -Lily