Daine, the Tree-hugger

Daine and Numair have "fun"

Author's note; This is another VERY strange story about Daine and Numair. Believe me; this is not what you think. I wouldn't recommend this story unless you are open-minded and have large imaginations. By the way, I co-wrote this with Mr. Schnopps.

           

            Daine stared longingly at her lover. She stood in the middle of the Royal forest, staring intently on the figure in front of her.

            "Come here, you hunk-of-burning-love," she cooed, stroking her lover's sides. Oddly her lover gave no reply, staring straight ahead.

            "I have waited so long for this moment. I had done nothing but dream of the passionate embrace you will bestow on me." Daine continued in making verbal love to her lover.

            Her lover reminded her so much of her handsome father. It only made sensed for Daine to fall in love with another natural being. Over time, Daine's clothing "disappeared."  She started breathing heavily as she touched her lover, in many different places. Again, strangely, her lover had no response, except for a whispering like the wind in leaves.

            Slowly, Daine "impaled" herself on a protruding limb. It was at this moment that Numair walked by. He dropped the fungi he was studying and gaped at Daine.

            "Daine!!!" he exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing?!? That's a tree, not a human." Daine ignored him, and continued with her ministrations. After several minutes, she replied.

            "Don't be stupid, Numair. You've always known that I've had a thing for trees. My wild magic has only enhanced my desires. Nick here is a fine specimen. Look at that bark!!! I've never seen anything so sexy, not even your dick, Numair. I mean, come on, look at these limbs, look at these leaves!!! Come here, you sexy devil!!!' With that, Daine threw herself ravenously at Nick the Tree. After watching mournfully for a couple minutes, Numair walked away. He felt so left out!!! Wait a minute, he thought. If Daine can make love to a tree… With that, Numair tore off his breeches and threw himself onto a very fine specimen of mushroom.

The End