Page 11 of The Songbird & the Forest

Ilex remained silent for a long moment, considering. “If you had asked me even a week ago, I think I would have told you I’d stay right here. But now,” they trailed off, turning to look out into the forest around them.

“Now?” Dahlia prompted.

“Now, I think I should like to go wherever you go, little songbird. I know we will keep each other safe.”

Tears sprung to Dahlia’s eyes, unbidden. “Ilex,” her voice broke on their name.

“I know we’ve only known each other a few days, but amongst the Dryads, when we meet our life partner, we call it The Knowing. It’s a feeling deep in your soul that something is right, a sense of peace and surety when you’re around them. We don’t have mates, but we take life partnerships quite seriously, and we honor our intuition. I knew from the moment we first spoke that you were someone special. I have always wanted to be alone, but I find now that I only want to be wherever you are.”

Ilex’s words filled Dahlia’s heart to the brim; the feeling they described, the intuitive sense of rightness, had settled in her sternum as well. What did she have to lose in pulling on this loose thread fate was offering her?

“Ilex, thank you for being so open with me. It feels impossible, but I feel so safe and happy with you—I’d like to try,” she said, and she felt a tear escape and trace down her face. Ilex’s long green lashes brushed their cheek as they blinked, and their lips pulled up into a gentle smile.

“Do not cry, songbird. We have so many possibilities before us,” they said softly.

“I’m just so surprised and so happy; I left home meaning to see the world—I never dreamed I’d find someone like you. I didn’t think anyone could want to spend time with me or truly enjoy my company,” she said, embarrassed to admit her insecurities.

“Well, I am not sorry one bit to prove you wrong. I love spending time with you.”

Dahlia laughed then, and it felt like the sun breaking over the horizon at dawn deep in her soul. Ilex laughed too, the sound sonorous and rich, and Dahlia knew she would never get enough of it.

Epilogue

Ilex thought they might simply perish from pleasure. Dahlia’s hot, pink little tongue was buried in their slit, the slightly rough texture of it so perfect against their smooth inner walls. They were trying as hard as they could to keep their cock from forming so that Dahlia could continue her exploration.

Ilex lay with their legs spread wide, Dahlia’s vibrant red hair spilling over their thighs as her head bobbed between their legs. She slipped two fingers in then but kept licking their slit, tiny moans escaping her as she worked them.

“Dahlia, oh fuck, please don’t stop,” Ilex said, voice hoarse. She kept working them, and it took all of Ilex’s focus to keep their vines from taking shape; but then she began stroking the perfect spot deep inside them. Their release found them hard and fast, and they felt their cock form just enough deep in their slit to release a flood of seed that Dahlia eagerly lapped at.

Ilex couldn’t fight it anymore, and their cock quickly sprang fully to life and extruded. Dahlia looked up at them from her place between their legs with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She was proud of herself.

“Be good and stay still for me, won’t you?” She asked, rising on her knees. Ilex was beyond words, so they only nodded at her. She smiled at them and turned around, straddling their legs with her perfect ass on display.

She didn’t waste any time; she lowered herself onto their length in one smooth motion, and they both cried out their pleasure.

“Oh, Ilex, I’ll never get tired of this,” she said, breathless.

“Me neither, little songbird,” they ground out, transfixed by the beauty of the sight before them. Her plump ass spread wide as she began to bounce up and down on their cock.

Ilex was suddenly determined to make her come undone as she had for them. They searched for their magic and summoned a tendril of vine to snake up Dahlia’s thigh. They guided it to what they now knew was her clitoris and began to stroke.

Dahlia’s body lurched at the sensation, and she cried out. Ilex smiled in satisfaction and continued directing the vine in a circular motion. Dahlia’s channel clenched suddenly, and Ilex cried out, following her to completion.

They stayed like that for a long moment, catching their breath. Ilex marveled at how lovely Dahlia’s back was: a constellation of freckles and creamy skin. When Dahlia had caught her breath, she turned to look at Ilex and clicked her tongue.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still, love?”

Ilex knew this was a part of the games they liked to play together; they found they enjoyed Dahlia’s punishments when they disobeyed.

“Hm…” she hummed, rising from their nest to grab her shirt, which she then used to tie Ilex’s hands together above their head.

“You know your word to tell me we need to stop?” She asked, leaning over them.

“Yes, little songbird,” Ilex said, breathless with anticipation.

“What a good Dryad you are,” she purred.

Before they knew what was happening, Dahlia’s fingers were caressing their slit again. They were so slick with both of their releases, but Ilex knew it would be a little while before their cock could form again.

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