Nathaniel and Dryad with Wicce-Sister [Prologue & Part 1]

        The evening was cool and dim, the still air making it so that even the trees were silent. The only sound that could be heard was that of metal digging into earth, and the heavy panting of a young boy. This child, no older than ten, was busy working up a sweat behind his family's house, shovel in his grip as he pressed and dug deeper into the ground, until he finally made a hole that barely went as far down as his ankles. But it was deep enough, he thought to himself, as he dropped the tool and bent over to his right.

 

        Carefully, he lifted up a different object; it was a small sapling, only a tiny bit taller than himself from the base to the very highest leaf, a vibrant green in color. The boy dropped it into the hole, before grinning at his work. He then shoveled the displaced dirt back around the roots of the newly-placed tree, patting it down carefully. He looked at his handiwork; he himself had picked the tree, bought it with his own money (it had taken him nearly half a year to collect it all), dug the hole, and now was going to take care of it.

 

        Why did he do all of this? He wondered to himself for a bit, before finally remembering. "That's right," he spoke to no one in particular (he supposed he was explaining it to his sapling), "because mom and dad want me to at least try to work with the family tradition." The boy's family were descended from a long line of druidic priests, people who could command the very forces of nature to bend to their whims. Over the many generations, the family had steadily degraded to nothing more than hedge-mages, using their abilities to grow a herb here, brew a medicine there, and so forth. The family, at least, that wasn't him. His father was decent, his mother had no taste for it (she fancied herself more an animal kind of girl), and his sister was shaping up to be a prodigy, but him?

 

        "I'm nuthin' more than a farmhand. Phooey..." He looked downcast for a bit, before looking back up at his tree. "... But that's what you're for! I'm gonna raise you to be big and healthy, with or without magic!" He looked to his sides, to make sure no one was watching, before giving the sapling a hug. "I can do it, I promise." He detached himself from the trunk, and became thoughtful. "Hmm, what to call you..." According to his father, 'All Druids, my boy, name their biggest creation!'

 

        He rapped his knuckles on his skull, before finally smiling again. "Nissa! Your name, miss tree, is Nissa!" He nodded, and hugged the tree again. "I'll make sure you grow, OK Nissa?" He giggled, and rubbed his face against the bark; bad idea, as it turned out. He quickly jerked his face away, seeing red upon the trunk. He gingerly felt his face: wet and warm. He shuddered for a bit, but didn't cry. Boys, he was told, don't cry, especially if they were descended from Druids. "... I-I guess that's your first watering, h-huh...?" He chuckled nervously at the unresponsive wood. "... L-let's just, erm... not do that every time, O-OK...?" Silence. "... S-see you tomorrow, then, Nissa...!" He swiftly turned around, before running back into his house.

 

        As the door slammed shut and the boy's mother yelped out in shock at seeing her child injured, the tree shuddered; and, although it was probably just a trick of the moonlight, it looked like it had grown a few inches from before.

 

 

3 YEARS LATER

 

 

        Nathaniel felt a warmth upon him even before he was conscious of it. As he stirred, the feeling became more and more vivid, and definitely more pleasant. Rather than try and get up and figure out what it was, however, he instead grumbled and smacked his hand where his groin was. "H-hey, sis, stop that. It's too early."

 

        The boy, now a young teen, opened his eyes to see his sister, older than him by 3 years, staring back at him, cock in her mouth, a squinting look on her face. She slid her lips up and off of his member, before wrapping a hand around the now-moistened shaft. "It's never too early to train, Nathan, you know that. Besides," she explained as she began to slide her fingers up and down her brother's cock, "mom and dad went into the village for more chickenfeed. We've got time to practice."

 

        "You mean *you've* got time to practice," Nathaniel responded, seemingly unperturbed by the act of incest he was commiting. Instead, he sighed before rubbing his sister's head like a dog. "You know I can't do any magicks, Laura. And don't give me any of that 'awakening your mature potential through fertile spreading' stuff, either; this hasn't worked the last 3 times you've done it." Frankly, he was starting to lose interest in his sister's show of affection. The first time it happened, on his 13th birthday, was a complete and utter shock, and he couldn't help but last much too short. The second time, a week later, was much more pleasant, and he managed to last nearly five minutes before he exploded into her mouth. Several months, and several dozen orgasms, however, had managed to make the boy tire of it all.

 

        Laura rolled her eyes before giving the tip of his cock a light lick. It twitched on reflex, and Nathan flinched for the same reason, but there wasn't much pleasure coming from the boy. "Come on, you really think I was gonna give you that lame excuse again?" Another lick, this time much slower and going from his base all the way up the underside of his shaft to his tip, caused Nathan to curl his fingers and dig them into the bed. "Nah, I'm just trying to practice my technique. Besides, I'm hungry."

 

        Now it was Nathan's turn to roll his eyes. His sister had taken the liberty of claiming 'any and all erectile emissions, whether natural or coaxed', as components for her spells... and her potions... and pastilles... and medicines, lotions, creams, hexes, and, most recently, her breakfasts. She's told him that most of them had something to do with 'the potency of human fertility in numerous, nay countless recipes', but by this point he was almost certain that she just liked the taste. The fact that she had convinced their parents of her staked claim was probably the second-most irritating thing to the boy; the fact that his own mother had given her advice on how to milk the most out of every emission, and that his father offered him a poltice of stamina after he had nearly fainted from their particularly exhausting third time, was definitely in first place.

 

        The adolescent wicce pressed on, licking and occasionally sucking on her younger brother's member with gusto, letting out a small squeak here, a grunt there, and every-so-often a moan or two. Despite his best attempt at pretending to be unimpressed, Nathan couldn't help but place a hand upon her head and rock it back and forth, guiding her lips and tongue to better please him. Despite her youth, and the fact that she'd only practiced on him, she had surprising skill in it all, and before long the boy could feel himself about to blow his load. "L-Laura... I think I-I'm about to..."

 

        The girl pulled off her head from his cock, the entire thing twitching with barely-controlled need. She was blushing ever-so-slightly, but to the light-headed and blurry-visioned Nathan, she was otherwise normal. "Thanks for warning me this time, little brother." She leaned over to the side of the bed, before coming back up with a small vial of blue liquid. "Now, time to test out this here..." She uncorked the vial, smelling it just a bit and shaking her head clear, before dumping it upon her brother's length.

 

        The cool liquid made Nathan yelp out, but before long he could feel something... powerful, awakening inside him. He closed his eyes and moaned out, his self-control finally giving out as he came. His orgasm seemed stronger and longer than average, however, as the first string of cum managed to shoot above Laura's head and fall back down upon her hair. The second and third bursts coated her face and lips, while the fourth managed to get on her clothing, staining her white shirt and brown tunic.

 

        "Interesting effect," Laura noted, seemingly uncaring about the fact that her face was now covered in her brother's sperm. "Subject appears to have an increase in both ejaculate volume, and in time spent in throes of pleasure." She licked her lips, letting out a satisfied 'mmmhnn...' before continuing her commentary. "Subject's sperm also gained a slightly tangy flavor. Unsure if this is a reaction from the subject, or a universal truth. Needs more testing." She punctuated her last statement by leaning down again, sucking and drinking in Nathan's cum with greedy desire.

 

        The boy would normally had felt spent then and there, but the drug had done something different; at once, as soon as his sister was back on his member, he took her head in both hands and began to push, slowly pumping his hips back and forth towards her face, picking up speed gradually. Within moments, he was facefucking Laura, the sounds of flesh-on-flesh filling the room and mixing with her moans and coughs. Nathan could feel a second load about to burst, and didn't bother trying to keep it back; in his mind, he felt like she finally deserved some revenge. He exploded inside her mouth, his hot and sticky cream draining down her throat before he pulled back, shooting more cum to fill her cheeks, with the remainder spilling out from her lips. He looked down at her; coated in cum and with a surprised (and yet pleased) look on her face had managed to make her look pretty cute, all things considered.

 

        He pulled out of her mouth, shooting more strings onto her face and lips, which she licked clean. She gasped and panted for a bit, her face now beet-red, and as she spoke up her voice held the shakily-musical cadence of an addict finally getting a fix. "S-subject felt increased l-libido and ejaculate f-formation, as well as a m-m-mildly domineering attitude." She looked up into his eyes, before smiling and quickly looking back down again. "... M-may need more testing to verify..." Nathan lifted his sister's head up to his face, before giving her a long and loving kiss. "Y'know, Laura, you can just ask."

 

        By the time their parents had returned from town, the incestuous couple was asleep, Laura still having her mouth please Nathan's rod even in unconsciousness. Their mother, upon seeing this, rolled her eyes, before giving them both a good-night kiss on the forehead. She smiled at her husband and nodded; he knew what that meant.

 

        Outside, the tree that Nathan had planted three years ago, and had taken care of for the same length of time, was shaking despite there being no wind. A small fruit fell from the leaves, which was strange for two reasons: it was out of season, and the tree wasn't one that bore fruit.