There was a bit of truth to her statement. In a way, she was starving. Dryads needed physical contact and sex like a normal person needed food, water and air. The fact they also needed those in vast quantities didn't help much, either. For every superpower came a crippling weakness, and the Dryad's curse was a death by loneliness-- which was a quiet, if painful thing. A death by sexual frustration was its much more dramatic opposite. She felt sated as she rode him, letting him set the pace for their encounter.<br/><br/>Their bodies writhed together for several heartbeats before her arms entwined his shoulders and hands grabbed his head. They forced him to kiss her and more of her 'gifted' saliva mingled with his and seconds later she felt her pussy, already well-filled by his enhanced girth and length, grow tighter as he expanded slight within her. She squeezed his cock out of reflex and threw her head back. Her back arched, her hands flailed around until they braced against his legs and she orgasmed. A wave of pleasure roared through her body, visibly manifesting in the rippling and shaking of her entire body as an ear splitting scream of pleasure erupted from her lips.<br/><br/>It lasted seconds. twenty, so said the clock on the wall. Then she caught her breath and straightened up, smiling devilishly at him. Her hands went to his shoulders. "Mmmm," she moaned, licking her lips. Her eyes met his, a burning, fiery green. Was there conscious thought there? She was somewhere else, for certain. Another two heartbeats passed and muscular arms shoved his shoulders away, forcing him to the bed. Her pussy clenched around his massive member's base and her abs visibly tensed until the entire length of his enormousness was outlined in her abs. They rippled tighter, a wave moving up, then down, then from left to right, then right to left. Then the cycle repeated.<br/><br/>Her arms moved above her head, reaching for the sky. She cast a smoldering look into his eyes that said only one thing: She needed his seed. And soon.