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dree ● ya ╳ greek ░ DARING nymph┊dryade

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A DRYAD AWAKENS …

Dryads are being that drip off the consciousness of Gaia. Within the form of trees, to evolve and become aware until the point their soul reaches forth and awaken to a new reality … freedom.

Their canopies transform into wings and they rise up, ripping the roots that have not only been their source of sustenance, but also the chains that bound them to the past.

With all their will the break free and are born anew.

Artist: Keith Prossick

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{Forest Dryad} by {Jakub Rozalski}

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it’s a sip of wine, it’s summertime ● hartley&drea

“Make it good.” Drea laughed, “I might just be more inclined to give it if it sounds fun.” She arched a delicate brow at his words, “Little one?” Drea gave a slight incline of her head, but didn’t dwell on it - her feet shuffled faster as the readiness to fell the bittersweet wine in her system increased. Dainty feet skipped across the gravelly ground of the camp as she hook her hands at the small of her back and peered up at him - Hartley. What an odd name. But then again, she was in a camp full of Greek god offsprings. She studied him with hungry eyes - eyes that wanted to devour every detail of this world she’s been shoved into. Might as well make the best of it, right?

So what was so special about Demigods anyways? They didn’t survive in an absolute monarchy where demigods can take over for their parents and Gods were immortal anyways. Drea tilted her head - she made no effort to decrease how very openly she was studying him, if anything she wanted to know if he’d fidget uncomfortably underneath her scrupulous regard. His accent already told her enough about where he’d come from, but she’d come to realize soon that most of the campers were subject to attacks that eventually wound them up here - in the camp that was so dully-named. 

“Do you always offer up the finest wines to barely acquaintances?” She asked, a playful tone to her inquiry as she perked her head up to meet his gaze. It was almost amusing to see people, especially men, regard her with that star struck expression. She was, after all, one of the most beautiful creatures existing, and her beauty often drove people mad. He’d know more about that, though, she believed.

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Mythology Meme ➝ Six Muses/Nymphs ↳  Dryads

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Mythology Meme: Dryads

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river-jael:

“T-That’s my um diary.”

“Oh? Do you mind? Cause...I’m already twenty pages in.”

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“’I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.’ - Most people find Woolf too depressing. Infact, most people hate poetry.” She paused, overcoming the initial shock and becoming more aware of the situation at hand.  “What are you doing in my room? Did Kit not stop you? I’ll kill that kid.”

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“Well, I much rather more airy poetry rather than these heavy, morbid words.” Drea shrugged as she tossed the book onto the bed, “I’m just exploring. Don’t kill your brother, that’s no fun.”

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andromedadeluca:

“That’s not a book, dear. It’s called a journal. Read anything interesting in it?”

“Not yet. Am I going to?”

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modern myths: dryads

You’ll see them at night, weaving flowers into each other’s hair under the streetlights. Florists everywhere are finding anonymous donations on their doorsteps; there has been, the news reporter says, a resurgence of bees. You wake up and there’s an oak tree growing out of a crack in the pavement. You say, “I could swear that wasn’t there yesterday." 

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{Harmony} by {Lamin Martin}

{Mythical Creatures- Dryads}

In Greek mythology, the dryads are female spirits of nature (nymphs), who preside over the groves and forests. Each one is born with a certain tree over which she watches. A dryad either lives in a tree, in which case she is called a hamadryad, or close to it. The lives of the dryads are connected with that of the trees; should the tree perish, then she dies with it. If this is caused by a mortal, the gods will punish him for that deed. The dryads themselves will also punish any thoughtless mortal who would somehow injure the trees.

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The moan that tore like a siren from Drea’s throat sent Cece’s senses into overdrive. With every passing moment the blonde became tenser, tighter, craving the intense pleasure of the orgasm she knew Drea was capable of giving her. But first, she wanted to see the irresistible nymph reach her peak, hear her moan, fill her to the brim with pleasure, and boy did she plan on doing it. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled deep in Cecily’s chest as Drea’s back arched against her body, shivering at the pleasure of the Dryad’s silken skin against her own. How had she deprived herself of this for so long – the pleasure of her sexual awakening all those years ago had left her aching for a vixen of a lover ever since, femme fatale, heart breaker, to kiss the petals of her kitten and keep her body warm through those long, winter nights. With Drea, it felt as if she had found herself just that.

Cecily had never been one for monogamy. Polyamory, she could get on board with – but devoting yourself to just one person? That sounded like no fun at all. It was no secret that Cecily was a sexual creature. She kissed the boys and made them cry. There was nothing the witch enjoyed more than watching a man weak at the knees, crying out with orgasmic pleasure beneath her breathtaking form, power in the form of a man’s climatic downfall. She’d tease them, fuck them, and then disappear, leaving them gasping for more. But she could already tell that Drea was no one-night-stand. Her free hand traced up against the nymph’s arched back, soft, gentle, before dragging her nails down against the skin, her fingers suddenly plunging deeper inside her. Her own howl of satisfaction broke from her lips as she felt Drea tug vigorously at the roots of her platinum locks, tongue running across her lips as her thighs clenched with pleasure. A gasp of shock passed Cece’s lips as Drea’s fingers clutched at her sensitive mound, sighs of pleasure passing her gritted teeth at the rough sensation. Cecily was hardly surprised when Drea took the reins once more, hips rolling insatiably against her hand. She always had thought that nymphs would make a more than pleasurable fuck.

The kitten could tell that Drea was approaching climax. With each passing second her breaths grew shorter, the words that passed her lips barely a whisper. “I’m going to suck your sweet, wet cunt so hard you forget your own name,” the demigod purred seductively, her teeth nipping at the flesh of Drea’s lower lip before her lips moved to the nymphs knee where she planted a gentle kiss. Her digits thrusted harshly against Drea’s heated centre, thumb caressing her throbbing clit, all the while her lips peppered kisses up her thigh, nipping, sucking, tasting, until at last they reached those rosebud lips. Slipping her fingers out, Cecily’s hands gripped at the nymph’s thighs, pushing them further apart as hesitantly her lips met with those of Drea’s lust. Her tongue traced her entrance, teasingly, before it pushed inside the opening, flicking against her walls. Cecily was unsure if what she was doing was right, merely going with whatever felt natural to her. Her lips moved against the petals of her labia, rolling the tender flesh between her teeth as her tongue licked, encircled and delved deep into the cave of the dryad’s lust. Digging further, blowing, sucking, nibbling hungrily she ate the nymph out like her last meal on death row, all the while her own organ tingling with savage lust.

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Drea was impatient - she wanted to feel the wave of pleasure engulf her being and send her into blissful, temporary limbo. She wanted Cecily to drawl out every ounce of pent up pleasure that coiled within her muscles. If anything, Drea had such a high appreciation for sex - a high appreciation for the natural beauty that graced itself in the form of an orgasm. Naturally, nymphs were passionate about what came by nature, and Drea believed that ever human form that walked this earth had been at its most vulnerable state during an orgasm, such an idyllic state of grace. She craved it. She needed it. She wouldn’t call herself a sex addict - no, but she’s definitely an advocate for a good fuck.

A gasp passed her lips - Drea didn’t expect such vulgar words to pass such dainty lips, but oh it was the contrast that made it all the more exciting. Her lips had fallen slack to make way for her desperate gasps, her head falling back against the mattress as Cecily’s fingers continued their assault on her centre. Drea surely wasn’t silent, but she didn’t give Cecily the satisfaction of her full on moans. She just groaned, and whimpered, and purred in delight. Drea readily let her legs part to make way for Cecily’s lips, every cell in her body wired with anticipation for the orgasm that etched through her veins and clawed at her lungs. So close, she was so close.

Her fingers had found the golden tresses again - finally a real, loud moan had ripped through her lips when Cecily’s tongue had found home in the warmth of her aching, pulsating centre. Drea’s hips bucked into Cecily’s mouth, the breath leaving her lips in frantic stutters. One hand had left the amber locks to find her own breast, her fingers digging into the fleshy mound, her fingers tweaking at her hardened, swollen nub. “Oh, Kitten, oh!” Drea’s words had failed her as her hand worked simultaneously with Cecily’s mouth - then she decided to put her other hand into action. Drea only needed to slide her middle finger between her folds and press her clit into a tight circle, that was all she needed to fall over the edge and into white, hot bliss. Her hands didn’t cease, but her body rattled, her muscle tensing and clenching, her toes curling, her back arching as her chest rose and fell quickly - the orgasm had taken her over, and she was riding it all out till the end.

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“I found this book on your bed, and I decided to read it.”

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