Page 10 of The Songbird & the Forest

With that, she lowered herself further, and Ilex felt their cock beginning to enter her, stretch her. They both moaned at the feeling of it, and Ilex saw a light sheen of sweat forming on Dahlia’s temples. She continued to lower herself, at times rocking her hips a bit to adjust to their size. It was the most intense feeling Ilex had ever experienced—her heat against the vines of their cock was nearly enough to bring them to orgasm.

After what felt like an eternity of Dahlia’s careful descent, her weight rested fully against their hips, and Ilex couldn’t contain their cry of pleasure. Dahlia wrapped her hand around the back of their neck and drew them into a kiss. When they came up for air, Ilex rested their forehead against Dahlia’s, running their hands up the smooth expanse of her back.

Then she began to move.

Dahlia kept their cock fully seated inside of her but rotated her hips in a circular motion, grinding against them. They could feel her channel pulsing around them, and they had to focus not to immediately spill inside her. Ilex knew a child wasn’t a possibility—they were different species, after all—but they wanted this to last.

Ilex slipped a hand between their bodies to find the spot between Dahlia’s legs that brought her so much pleasure and rubbed it like they had before.

Dahlia cried out in response. “Ilex, I’m going to come, please don’t stop,” she moaned.

They could feel their own release cresting as well. “Can I finish inside you?” Ilex could barely form the words, but they were important.

“Yes, please, Ilex, fill me.”

The words undid them. They moaned, breathless, as their orgasm sent intense waves of pleasure through their whole body. They could feel the mess dripping out of Dahlia’s body. Just as their orgasm began to fade, Dahlia’s took her, her channel clenching impossibly tight around their cock. She cried out, and Ilex kept stroking her until it seemed her pleasure was tapering.

They sat then, Ilex still seated fully inside Dahlia. They stared at each other in awe as they tried to catch their breath—and Ilex knew their life would never be the same.

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Chapter 14

As Dahlia sat with Ilex buried deep inside her, she felt like she had come home. Their foreheads rested against each other, and she was completely lost in their embrace.

“Dahlia,” her name was almost a prayer on Ilex’s lips. They were both breathless in the aftermath of their joining—Dahlia didn’t know what to say. She worried if she let herself speak, she would confess her heart’s sudden, jolting thought: that she wanted to stay with Ilex. She thought she might grow to love them. It wasn’t possible, though, was it? They had known each other for only a few days.

Instead, she held her tongue and wrapped her arms around Ilex, pulling them into a hug. They hugged her back, and they stayed like that, tangled up in each other for long minutes before she felt Ilex’s cock receding into their slit. She immediately missed the feel of it inside her.

“Let me get something to clean us up, songbird,” they said softly.

She nodded as Ilex stood, but they paused just as they were turning away from her.

“Actually, how does a bath sound?” They asked.

“Oh, a bath sounds incredible,” Dahlia said, her voice a bit husky from all her moaning. Ilex smiled at her then, and her whole world shifted to center around them. They bent and scooped her up in their arms and strode gracefully out of the cottage into the late afternoon light.

Dahlia snuggled close to them as they carried her through the woods until they came upon a rocky outcrop with the most lovely pool of steaming water nestled at its center—a hot spring.

Ilex didn’t set her down but instead strode straight into the hot water, lowering them both gently until Dahlia was submerged up to her shoulders. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips at the delicious heat.

She looked up at Ilex to find their eyes fixed on her mouth. She blushed, blaming it mentally on the hot water. She was in so much trouble over this Dryad. She still wanted to go to the celebration in Ichorna, but suddenly, everything else in her life seemed so cold compared to how she felt when she was with Ilex. She wondered what her life would look like if she didn’t go back to Daosbor.

“This little spring is one of the many marvels the forest reveals if you know where to look,” Ilex said.

“It’s beautiful here. Have you always lived in this part of the woods?”

“No, I left my family a long time ago, but I spent my early years in the northern part of Wellsah. There aren’t many other Dryads here in the south,” Ilex answered without the tinge of sadness she would have expected as they described their departure from their family.

“And the humans aren’t very kind to you, clearly,” Dahlia said, anger coloring her tone at her memory of the bandits.

“No, they…well, they just aren’t all that comfortable with the other types of beings around, I think. It’s easier to stay out of the way.”

“It isn’t right, though, Ilex. You are just as much a part of this world as humans are. Why should you have to hide?” Dahlia asked, her indignation on Ilex’s behalf getting the best of her. She didn’t understand—it felt so wrong that Ilex wouldn’t be able to go wherever and do whatever they wanted without fear of violence.

“Domhan na Rùin hasn’t been my world since before I was born, songbird. We’ve been living away from the human cities for five hundred years,” they said gently, cupping her cheek.

“But if it were possible—if you didn’t have to be worried, where would you go?” She asked. She had always been a bit of a dreamer; she loved imagining and planning and wanting.

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