Page 9 of The Songbird & the Forest

Dahlia’s dainty hands trailed down their chest and the feeling of her warm skin against their own sent tingles of pleasure through their whole body. She pulled away with a small gasp and smiled at them then, eyes gleaming with a bit of playfulness that made their chest go tight with affection and excitement.

“Ilex, will you tell me how to touch you? To pleasure you?”

Just hearing the words on her lips sent a jolt of arousal through them. She watched them, lips slightly parted, face flushed, as they took her hand in their own and guided it between their legs.

Ilex couldn’t help but gasp as Dahlia’s fingers grazed their slit. Dahlia’s breath caught as well.

“If you touch me here, my cock will form,” Ilex breathed. “The inside walls are very sensitive too.” Dahlia nodded and rubbed her fingers softly over the opening, and a small moan escaped her.

“Oh, Ilex, it feels slick and wet; is that because you want me?” Her sweet voice filled Ilex’s mind; they couldn’t believe how erotic her words were.

“Yes,” they moaned. “Yes, little songbird, I desire you—more than I have ever desired anything,” they breathed.

She didn’t say anything else then and instead watched their face as she gathered their wetness on her fingers and slid them over their opening slowly several times. After a few long moments, she pushed one of her fingers inside them, and Ilex’s mind went blank with pleasure. No one had ever touched them there before—they hadn’t even felt the need to touch themself. This was entirely new.

They felt it starting as she rubbed her fingers against their inner walls. Similar to the leaves that weren’t really leaves that made up their hair, vines grew out of them to form their cock when aroused. It had only happened to them a few times in their sleep—never in such an intense way.

Now, it was the most overwhelming sensation they had ever experienced. Dahlia let out a little gasp as her fingers brushed against their vines twining together, growing and lengthening. Finally, the vines tightened and emerged from their slit as a large member. Dahlia withdrew her fingers slowly from inside them and stared at their cock for a long moment before looking up at them.

“Ilex,” she said, breathless, “May I touch you here, too?”

They nodded, beyond words now. She slowly wrapped her tiny hand around their length, her fingers barely touching due to their size. Her fingers were still wet from her exploration of their slit, and the slickness allowed her hand to glide smoothly up and down their cock.

Ilex felt sharp tingling in their lower back and between their thighs at Dahlia’s touch, and they moaned their pleasure openly. It wasn’t as if anyone would hear them out here.

When Ilex thought they might black out from pleasure, Dahlia paused her stroking motion and leaned in to kiss them again, more urgently now.

“Dahlia,” Ilex said when they drew back for air, “please, I want to touch you too.” Their hands roamed her still-clothed body now, feeling her softness, every place her body swelled and curved.

At their words, she stood before them and began to undress. She kept her eyes on theirs as each piece of clothing fell away, her creamy, freckled skin revealed bit by bit. When she stood bare before them, she leaned into their space to put her hands on their shoulders. Her lush breasts were only an inch from their face now, and they looked up at her as they sucked one of her pert nipples into their mouth.

Dahlia let out a cry of pleasure at the sensation, and Ilex had never felt such satisfaction as knowing they were making her feel good. Ilex longed to do more for her, but they had never been with anyone like this. They supposed there wasn’t anything wrong with asking; Dahlia would understand.

“Little songbird, tell me how to touch you—I’ve never been with another this way. I want to give you pleasure,” they said, looking up at Dahlia, who was flushed and breathless.

“I’m not so different from you; I have a channel between my legs that is tight and wet like yours, but I have a bundle of nerves just outside the opening that you could touch to start,” Dahlia purred, not a hint of judgment in her beautiful voice. Ilex nodded and slid their hand up her plump thigh, higher and higher, until their fingers grazed the curls of auburn hair at her center.

Dahlia sucked in a breath as Ilex slipped their fingers between her folds and found her core to be warm and wet. They moaned at the feeling of it and began to move their fingers, exploring, seeking out the spot she had mentioned they should touch.

They felt where her opening was and slid their fingers back toward the front of Dahlia’s torso from there. When Dahlia moaned loudly, they knew they had found the right place. It felt like a bud under their finger, and it seemed incredibly sensitive. They rubbed lightly at first, in a small circle, and Dahlia threw her head back in pleasure. Ilex felt their cock grow fuller as they listened to the sounds she made.

Ilex wanted to explore every inch of this woman’s body, and she was so responsive to their touch that they felt brave. They kept rubbing at the spot in front of her entrance but slipped a finger into her at the same time. They nearly came undone at the feeling—she was so tight and wet. They worried suddenly that their cock would not fit.

“Ilex, please,” Dahlia panted. “Please, I want you inside me.”

“I want that too, Dahlia; I’ve just never…” Ilex trailed off.

“It’s alright. Do you want me to take the lead?” She asked, a glimmer in her eye.

“Yes,” Ilex said simply, their cock aching for whatever came next.

Ilex still sat kneeling before Dahlia, and she still stood over them. Now, she widened her stance and began to lower herself to straddle them, her arms on their shoulders. They brought their hands up to Dahlia’s hips to support her as she hovered her entrance over their cock.

Dahlia paused and looked into Ilex’s face. They realized then that they didn’t ever want Dahlia to leave—they wanted to be wherever she was.

“Are you ready?” Dahlia whispered.

“Yes, little songbird,” Ilex answered.

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