It was a day just like any other. The birds where singing their cheerful songs, the wind caressing the leaves and grass of the woods, and the animals of the woods kept their distance from him, as was usual. 
The young, slightly muscled man took a deep breath. Gods, how he loved the scent of the woods in the morning. It brought back memories of him as a kid, walking the woods with his dad and learning his trade as a Lumberjack. It was hard work, but Calas, as was the young mans name, liked it. A day of hard work is a day well spent, his father used to say. Calas half-agreed with his father, much preferring to spend his days with women around him.

But, such idle dreams would have to come to him later - for now, there was work to attend to! Without wasting any time, the young man started looking around, searching for a strong and large tree to cut down. The bigger the Tree, the more lumber he would get out of it, so it was only natural that he'd spend some time trying to find that special tree.

And today, he had.

A large Oak, easily older than his father in age - probably even older than his Grandfather - stood in a clearing. Its leaves had a clear-green color, with a tint of amber to them. The trunk itself was thick and brown, the bark looking almost like some mixture of Ash and Bark.
It was a beautiful tree, unlike the usual ones spreading the forest. This might even be the ancient Sliverleaf-tree, that his Grandfather used to tell him stories about! A tree, older than the entire forest, where people used to once pray to the gods of the forest, and give offerings to their servants, the Dryads.

Now, Calas wasn't much of a beliver in fairy-tales, but he had to admit to himself, that this tree did look like it could have climbed right out of one! He nodded softly to himself, as he set down his axe on the ground, and circled the tree, looking for any signs of damage. The roots looked healthy enough, and there wasn't even a single sign of bug-infestation anywhere! Clearly, this tree would give him a loooot of Coin to spend in the pub!

But when he returned to pick up his Axe, he noticed something. The woods had gone silent. No more bitds chirping, no soft rustling of leaves, nothing. It was as if the entire forest held its breath, waiting for something to happen. The silence sent a shiver up his spine, but he disregarded that feeling, and picked up his axe. Old and worn as it was, he felt confident that his Axe would do the trick.
He moved closer towards the tree, positioned himself, and - 

"HOLD IT!"

The voice came out of nowhere, echoing through the woods and making Calas turn around, looking startled at whatever had made that noise in the first place, and he could not believe his eyes.

A woman, beautiful and with long, brown hair stared back at him. Her Torso was naked, not a single piece of clothing to cover her. Tattoos of forest-vines ran down her arms, which in turn made him notice her lower torso. It was that of a Doe, or a Deer. Majestic, and slightly furred, with white markings along it's side.
From the back of his mind, the fairy-tales of his grandfather rung like a church-bell, telling him that this must be a Dryad!

"Everything in this clearing is sacred, human! You may not use your Axe here! Any attempts of such a heresy will only shorten your life considerably!" She spoke, her soft-spoken voice sounding commanding, and slightly threatening.
Calas dropped his Axe to the ground, and knelt down. He knew from the old tales what would have happened to him, had he felled this tree. The entire village would have been swallowed up by the forest, and all life within it consumed. He hadn't believed in the legends before, but with a Dryad standing before him, how could he think it not true any longer?

"Please, priestess of Narr! I did not think, did not...believe in the old legends, about neither you or the Sliverleaf. But that is no excuse, and thus, I beg your forgiveness, and will offer anything in compensation for almost defiling your holy ground!" He said, surprised by the honesty of his words. Never before would he had though to say anything like this, but now...there was something else, something that almost compelled him to speak to her like so.

The Dryad looked at him, her beautiful face set with a pondering expression, as she slowly walked closer, her hooves making soft "thud" noises towards the grassy ground. "It is one thing that would earn you the forgiveness of Narr, human. Will you perform this task?" she asked him, not even informing him on what it was. Still, no matter what, it couldn't be that bad, right?
"I will o Priestess!" he said, looking up at her, his eyes studying her frame. He had to admit, she was the very picture of beauty. Her snow-white skin seemed to almost glisten in the sunlight, and her amber-colored eyes pierced through his entity like nothing ever had.

A soft smile spread on the Dryads lips. It was a tender and loving smile, which made his heart almost race with how much it made her seem even more beautiful. Slowly, she let one of her hands place itself just underneath Calas's chin and as if by some magic force, as she pulled her hand upwards, his body followed her motion, and soon, he stood tall and looked her in the eyes.

It amazed him how closed she seemed to be to him now. He could even smell her scent, which was like a mixture of a morning dew and a pleasant rose. It was intoxicating to his senses, and made his breathing more erratic.
Suddenly, without a word of warning, she moved her lips towards his, locking them around him in a soft kiss. Her tongue darted out and started prodding and exploring his mouth. As the initial surprise settled a little, Calas let his own tongue meet hers, as they soon entwined and danced together in an erotic dance of the tongues. He simply could not believe what was going on - hell, he even though this might be a dream, and even if it wasn't, why fight it?

As she broke the kiss, her hands planted on his shoulders, a small, short-lived strand of saliva hung between their mouths, before dissipating and dropping down on the ground. Calas stood there, looking at her beauty, dumb-founded and feeling awestruck. He attempted to speak, but he could not find his words. However, it seemed like his body did all of the needed talk for him, as he could feel his member stiffen, and push against his cloth-pants, all the while his hands slowly traveling down and placing themselves just above the Dryads "human" hips. 

Her ample fingers made their way down his body, caressing his chest, one of them even softly placing itself onto his crotch, gently cupping his already erect rod, and gently rubbing it. The Dryad leaned in, and whispered into his ear "Now, Human...let us proceed." Her voice sounded very seductive, and yet, there was just a hint of...shyness? Embarrassment?  Calas could not be certain, but he thought he could notice a small blush on her wintery-white cheeks. Still not being able to find his words, he nodded in response.

She let out a soft giggle, as she turned her body around, making her Deer-shaped under-torso more easily available to reach for the young man. He felt compelled to touch her, placing both of his hands at her furred buttocks, giving them a few squeezes. He could feel her heat in his hands, and couldn't avoid noticing her small tail swaying softly from side to side. This made him feel slightly more confident, and he knelt down infront of her rear, spreading apart her velvety lips just a little. The Dryad looked back at him, with a slightly confused yet lustful expression.

"What are yo-Aah~!" she exclaimed in surprise, as Calas had leaned in closely, and let his tongue tease around her warm, strange clit. He could taste some of her juices, which was slightly salty, yet made him feel like he'd taken a sip of water from the freshest lake in all the lands! As such, he let his tongue dart out again and again, lapping at her pink, warm and sensitive flesh, even teasingly penetrating her with his tongue a few times.

As he withdrew his tongue into his mouth, he could feel that it was virtually drenched in her cunt-juices. They seemed to overtake his senses, to wake some primal sense deep within his body. So, the young man stood up, and undid his cloth pants and let them fall down between his legs. He prodded his dick against her warm, wet entrance, while both of his hands massaged her ample rear. Her tail was swaying quickly from side to side now, and he could feel a small warmth press against his manhood. And so, wasting no time, he pushed himself into her.

The warmth, the wetness and the stimulating tight grip of her velvety walls pressed up against his erect rod, and this let a startled yelp out from her mouth, as well as a surprised gasp from him. Soon, he'd pressed his entire member into her, and as he took a long, deep breath, he slowly pulled back, before slamming his hips into her, making his dick once more pierce into her warm folds! Another moan of surprise left the Dryad, and every time the young man did this, she responded in kind.

Her muscles tightened around his dick every time he pushed into her, as if drawing him in deeper and deeper each time, and he certainly saw no reason at all to object. In fact, the surge of pleasure emanating through his body only served to make him even more aroused, as he started pumping his meat in and out in a more frantic motion! His entire body reacted to the amazing stimuli - his breathing grew heavier, a few small droplets of sweat running down his back and he could feel that warmth from before spreading throughout his body like a wildfire!

Her body certainly responded to the pleasure as well - he could see it! Her small tail swayed faster and faster, her four legs seemed to shake a small amount and her with an expression of lust on her face, she played with her breasts. This sight only served to push young Calas even further, and as much as he tried to fight it, to prolong this moment, he simply couldn't fight the pleasure any more.
And with one last, hard slam into her, his member erupted within her, shooting out long strands of thick, gooey semen, flooding into her hot, wet cunt - which was tightening around his manhood with equal fervor!

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, he pulled out of her, and fell down towards the ground, laying in the soft grass and panting heavily. With shaky legs, the Dryad turned around, and leaned down towards him. "Y-You performed your task well, human. You are forgiven." she said softly, as she kissed him tenderly. As she did this, Calas could feel his vision blur, and soon, he had drifted off to sleep.

He awoke several hours later, at noon. Scratching his head, the young man looked around the glade. His axe still laid on the ground, but of the Dryad there was no sign. At first he wondered if he'd just fallen asleep, but he soon ruled that out. Afterall, who falls asleep with their pants around their ankles?
He stood up, and dressed himself. He picked up the Axe and carried it in his hand, as he looked back at the Silverleaf. He let out a soft chuckle, as he started walking towards his home, when suddenly a voice softly echoed through the air.

"Come visit the glade again sometime..."

He looked back, but could not see anything else but the trees in the forest. With a smile, he continued to walk back, wondering what would be the appropriate gift to use to woo a Dryad?