[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit content!]
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Moving closer to her, I first grab her breast tightly. They felt a bit harder than usual, but rather than decreasing the euphoric feeling, it enhanced even more.
It was like a soft cushion filled with feathers. Filled with a texture that one can feel merely by touching, asking to be pressed more and more, it seemed to have been pulling me more towards them.
My kiss was rough, lips touching before the tongue entangled. Unlike the normal taste, dryads have a strange nectar that comes out of their tongue.
That nectar has the property of making one feel addicted to it. Giving the feeling of cool water in a hot summer, or perhaps the taste of honey on a fresh morning. Though from the records, different people perceive the taste differently.
And perhaps because I was in a bit of heat, I started savoring the taste of that nectar more and more.
