Dryad Dance Novels & Stories

The girl has not yet made her way to the pole. The girl at the chair makes her way down the stage and pulls Ant by his shirt onto the stage. She sits him down on the chair and begins to give him a lap dance. She starts by grinding her ass into his crotch. Then she turns around, wrapping her legs around his waist and rubbing her pussy against his raging hard-on. She is circling him, kissing him on his neck, and raking her nails down his chest. At times she is riding his legs, rubbing her pussy against him.

But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so. I played " No more sad song by Little Mix" and i kept dancing yeah apart from food the thing i love most in this world is dancing sometimes i do go for competitions done in the streets and i always come as the winner well you know what my mum knows about my obesity with music and dancing but she doesn't know i go for competitions why because she hates it she doesn't want me to go to music line. She get furious anytime she sees me doing it but i don't care why because I am me. I danced for like two hours but i kept feeling I am forgetting something i wonder what that is. Oh my God my job! its past an hour already what am I gonna do

He walked up to her and greeted her with a smile. "Good evening, Maria. How was your day?" Idris asked. Maria looked up from her work and smiled back at him. "Good evening, sir. It was good. How was your day at work?" Idris sighed and shook his head. "Long and tiring as usual, but it's good to be back home. Natasha, how was your day?" Natasha looked up from her phone and smiled at Idris. "It was good, thanks for asking. I spent most of the day at the charity event, and I met some amazing people."

He said and chuckled at his own words. "Your mother is here, Christian." Belle said to me and I looked around to find her talking to my father, uncle and cousin. "Well enjoy yourselves guys, we'll surely talk again before the ceremony is over. You owe me a dance Nat." "Sure thing. Come find me when you are ready." She replied. I saluted to her and walked away with Belle's hand in my free one. My mother was dressed in silver, the stones radiating with the light making her glow like the chandelier used to decorate the halls.

“Oh!” Efa squeals, patting my cheek and pointing. Her attention has been caught by a group dancing by the bonfire. The fiddler is bending his bow double speed, and the drums beat faster. The females hold their gowns high so their legs show, their bare feet moving almost too quick to track while they hold their bodies perfectly still from the waist up. The males dance around them, stomping, tossing their heads back, their wolves howling to the hills. This is a pattern, too. The females are the stationary shapes, and the males are the swirls weaving between them.

Just earth, fire, sky… and the sound of freedom being celebrated. Whisky flowed like rivers, and meat roasted on spits over open flames—glazed with honey and herbs, dripping fat onto crackling wood. People danced wildly, stomping in beat to the drums, kilts flying, limbs flailing, laughter erupting like battle cries. They danced with abandon, with joy, with bare feet and bare everything else. Yes. I looked. Once. Maybe twice. For research. And look, if you’re not supposed to glance when a six-foot warrior leaps into the air with a war cry and zero underwear, then I don’t want to live in this realm.

I say with a snort. This makes him laugh. “That’s true.” “How’s everything there?” I ask, turning to my side. “Peaceful. Zenith has been quiet lately. But I am hearing that dryads are dying, which is not good.” He sounds worried and it makes me concerned as well. Dryads are tree spirits that help balance the ecosystem. If they die… “You think it’s Zenith’s work?” I ask softly. “I guess. She looks healthy lately,” he grunts, which makes me feel disgusted.

In no time, Tyr and Xyris had blended in well with the villagers. Having already held back the urge for a while now, Xyris finally joined the people who were dancing. Although she had not grown up in Maddox, her father had once taught her Maddox cultural dances when she was a child. Although she hadn’t danced for a long time, it didn’t take her long to recall all the steps. The Maddox villagers’ dance was the same one Xyris’ father had taught her during her childhood. For a while, she seemed to recall many past memories of mundane events, causing her eyes to become a little wet.

However, the dance with spirit to the drumbeat is very erotic and seductive. There would be a lot of gyrating, hip movements, belly dancing, etc. Leandra had heard about it before, and it was done in their pack community when they burned their dead, so this was not news to her. The only difference is that she has never been interested in dancing before. Because before, there was no Alpha Zayne to impress. Leandra jumped at the opportunity to volunteer to dance when the dancers were short. They were unmated wolves, and only the unmated wolf participated in doing this dance.

I look good, and I know it. “It's time for the hunt” The chief priestess, Kerala, said stopping before me. I stepped into a body of Elders, and divinities, the music hitting a Crescendo. The women soon resumed dancing, their bodies moved like animals with endoskeletal structures; unbelievable twists and rapid curls, it was exhilarating, the men cheered and growled, the fire bristled around us, and the night air became supercharged.