Dione was bored.
She'd lived here alone since Mik's passing, and even when he'd been there, he was more like a friendly neighbour than a roommate. She'd spent years largely alone, amusing herself, talking to the trees and to the plants. The past couple of weeks had been an absolute whirlwind, with Jev arriving and taking over the farm, the chaos with BigBuy, the... everything... with Sam. As stressful as it was, there'd always been things to do, to keep her stimulated.
Even worse was that Cyd was gone too. Cyd had been a constant companion for what seemed like forever, and if Dione had been bored, she could usually rely on Cyd to at least be there to pester. But for now, even she was gone. Dione would even have taken Sam. The succubus still slightly concerned Dione, but at least she didn't seem to be quite the dangerous wild cannon it sounded like she was before bonding with Jev. Dione wasn't sure how she and Sam might have passed the time, but she was certain that the succubus wouldn't have let them stay bored for too long.
Dione sat beneath her tree, looking out over the field. No one had been by the farm since Jev had left, so she'd stopped bothering with clothing. She was relatively certain that if she'd just chosen to be a nudist full-time while at home, no one would have complained. Still, there was always the risk that someone would come by to talk to Jev, and Dione was too shy to be seen like that. It was an uncommon trait for a Dryad, but one she'd picked up after Mik would grow embarrassed on her behalf when she'd walk around nude. He'd kindly gotten her the dresser and a changing booth shortly after she'd first emerged from the oak. While the changing booth had collapsed years before, and never replaced, the dresser had sat beside the tree for long enough that it was beginning to be absorbed by it. Its legs were practically rotted away from contact with the moisture in the ground, and the back was likely just as bad. She'd made sure to give it regular coats of stain and sealant to keep it in the best condition possible. Though she occasionally had to shoo away small animals who came across it thinking they'd found an incredible home full of comfy bedding.
She opened the second drawer from the bottom, and beneath a thick woollen sweater she'd rarely worn, withdrew a pink, silicone bar with a white plastic cap on its base and a bullet-shaped end. Checking first that no one was around, she sat down in the grass surrounding her tree, opposite the main entrance to the property so she wouldn't be immediately seen if someone drove up, and twisted the white cap on her toy. It buzzed excitedly at first and she adjusted it to a medium speed. She ran it gently around her outer lips first, making several slow circles around her slit to give it a chance to lubricate. Dione thought of Jev's warm hands grabbing her breasts, and she mimicked the action with her free hand, pulling and teasing at the nipple.
When she finally felt ready she pushed the vibrator within. It had been a gift from Cyd, and using it always made Dione think of her; of Cyd lying naked before her, head between Dione's legs and licking at her clit while she thrust the vibrator within. The werewolf was always a bit too vigorous about it, but Her enthusiasm paid off in other ways. After all, Dione had never had a complaint about Cyd's stamina.
Dione clicked the speed of the vibrating dildo up a notch higher, sliding it in and out of herself in arcing movements that brought the vibe up alongside her clit, not quite making direct contact, but enjoying the buzzing nearby. She cursed, wishing Jev were nearby. The toy did its job, but it wasn't a substitute for the real thing. Dione thought back to the last time they'd been together by this tree, imagining his cock ramming deep inside. The vibrator was now being thrust deep inside, a poor facsimile of her memory. Her other hand was frantically worrying at her clitoris, just trying to get her over the edge.
Finally, the build-up was released. Dione curled her toes into the grass and sucked in a hissing breath as she finally came.
"Hello?"
Dione froze. The call had come from the front walk, a woman's voice.
"Just getting changed. Give me a minute!"
She gave the vibrator an unceremonious wipe on the grass, making a mental note to give it a proper cleaning when the interloper was gone. Awkwardly she reached around the dresser to retrieve some clothing, trying not to expose herself in the process. She managed to grab a pair of panties, shorts and a T-shirt, but her bras were too far to reach comfortably, so she did without. She could feel the heat of orgasm still flushing her face, and her hair was a mess after being left unattended for days, but it was good enough to meet a visitor, at least.
Seated on the front steps of the house was Riva, the lizardfolk girl. She stood when Dione came into view, though Dione noticed that she wasn't making eye contact. A moment of self-conscious panic bubbled through Dione.
Ah, Zarine... Does she know what I was doing? Did she hear me? No, it can't be. She's just shy. She was like this when she dropped off the seeds, remember? Calm down. You're just meeting a visitor who doesn't know that you were jamming a vibe into yourself a minute ago. It's fine.
"What can I do for you, Riva?"
The use of her name brought Riva's eyes up to meet Dione's, seemingly out of surprise.
"Um... Hi. My dad wanted to know if Jev and you and the rest of your, uh, friends wanted to come by for dinner tonight."
Dione's heart soared at the prospect of having someone else to talk to. The bees and the plants weren't the conversationalists that certain animated films made them out to be. She nodded enthusiastically.
"Jev is actually getting his stuff together to get moved, and Sam and Cyd went with him. But I'm going a bit crazy here by myself and I'd love the chance to socialize a bit. What time?"
Riva cocked her head slightly as if she hadn't expected Dione to agree. Her tongue flicked out and licked one of her expressive amber eyes.
"Um, yeah. We usually eat around 6, so come by for 5-ish. Y'know, if that's ok for you?"
Dione smiled broadly.
"I'll be there with bells on!"
Riva cocked her head again, giving an expression that was impossible for Dione to read.
"Uh, ok. I'll see you then, I guess."
Without waiting for a further response, Riva turned and started walking away. Dione waved lamely.
"Bye!"
And then Dione was alone again. She stared as Riva left, trying to make up her mind about the other woman. She was clearly tremendously shy, and despite Cyd's teasing it didn't seem to be triggered by Jev. Part of her wanted to see if she could help the younger woman come out of her shell, while another
part worried that she'd just be another unwelcome trigger for her anxiety. Riva disappeared around a corner at the end of the road, and Dione shook herself free of her musings. There was still a lot of time before dinner - it wasn't even noon - but the prospect of having something to do at least allowed Dione a chance to get prepared.
Her thoughts were drawn back to the small pink vibrator now sitting in the open beside her tree. She brought this into the house and gave it a thorough cleaning before returning it to its home in her dresser. She also decided to clean herself up. Being a Dryad, she didn't tend to develop body odour like most, a fact that Cyd had complained about on more than one occasion. The oils and dirt which accumulated on her skin got removed when she entered her tree, so in a way, it was like she showered every night. However, she liked showering. She liked the body washes and scented shampoos and the feeling of warm water on her skin. She
really
liked showering with Cyd or Jev. Bathing was even more comforting, but somehow she never felt quite as clean afterwards.
Now clean and properly dressed, she walked into town. The money she'd inherited from Myk's passing was still in her account. It hadn't been a huge sum and ordinarily would have lasted her for a fairly long time since she had few expenses. She reminded herself that she was going to need to speak to Jev about being paid for her work. Few expenses weren't no expenses, after all. She bought a bottle of wine in town to go with dinner, an inexpensive red that she liked and then went to Timo's for a drink. She nursed her drink and texted Jev for a bit, watching people meander through the plaza and getting caught up in short conversations as people walked by. Mr. Diclerc, the head of the farmer's co-op, wanted to know what was going on with the farm, while Ms. Gainger, the owner of the grocery store, asked about the nice young man she'd seen Dione with.
With the agreed-upon time approaching, though, Dione returned to the house to change once more. Slipping into the orchid-print dress she'd worn on her date with Jev, along with a pair of comfortable flats, she touched up her makeup and headed over to the Musker family home. She was met at the door by a short woman, barely up to Dione's chest, with flawless features and glowing skin. Her chestnut-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with two strands hanging loose and framing her face. Sharp eyebrows pointed back to sharp pointed ears and all of her features seemed just a little too sharp to be elven. Marieke Musker was a sprite, gratefully taking the bottle of wine from Dione and flying with it on translucent insect wings that looked like a bee's.
"Dione! Oh, what a pleasure to see you again, dear! Come in!"
She withdrew from the door to allow Dione in. The Musker's house was far larger than Jev's, which was perhaps unsurprising since they had a whole family living there. Their oldest, Kees-Jan had moved out several years before and was now living in Severna, last she'd heard. Riva was the next oldest, and finally, there was...
"Joris!"
Marieke's voice shouted the name shortly before there was a loud thud which vibrated the house. Joris was the youngest boy in the household and had always been a bottomless wellspring of energy. Dione had done a little babysitting for them when Joris had been younger and Riva hadn't been available, and it had always been an interesting evening.
"Now what did you expect, sitting on the chair like a fool like that. You're lucky you didn't crack your head open. Now get this sorted up, we have company."
Dione turned the corner and in the living room, Joris was still sprawled on the floor, the recliner he'd seemingly been sitting in overturned on its back beneath him. He sat up hurriedly as she walked in, rushing to set the chair back on its feet.
"Hi Dione. You look nice."
Lizardfolk didn't blush, but the green of his cheeks did seem to flush slightly deeper nevertheless.
"Well thank you, Joris."
The young boy had apparently discovered girls since she'd last interacted with him. She made her way through the living room to the kitchen and felt his eyes on her butt as she left. In the kitchen, Haan was mixing up a few ingredients in a large bowl with his hands.
"Nice to see you, Dione. Ready for supper? We've got bean burgers, garden salad, and corn on the cob, all fresh from the market." He motioned to the mix. "Just gonna get these on the grill in a minute."
She smiled as Marieke slid a glass of the wine she'd brought onto the counter beside her.
"Sounds delicious!"
