Vanessa, a beautiful orphaned Banshee, recently awakening to sexuality, had never screamed.

She'd spied the Dryad many times, her form enticing to behold. Unbeknownst to her, the beautiful Dryad was enthralled as well.

They chanced upon each other in the glen, and wordlessly embraced.

As the Dryad's exploring fingers parted folds, tongue probing, Vanessa felt an unabashed pleasure. A tongue found her clit as a finger slowly entered her star; her back arched…

A low moan started in the back of her throat, the subsequent wail split the night.

She discovered her own voice, keening her own little death.