Dahlia worked them hard and deep, and they moaned, the sensation almost too intense after they had already come twice. After what seemed like an eternity, Dahlia paused, a bit breathless.
“I’m going to fill you up now, love. Remember to use your word if you need it,” Dahlia said. Ilex didn’t know what she had in mind, but they wanted to find out.
They felt Dahlia’s fingers at their entrance again, but this time, the feeling was tight; they felt stretched in a way they never had before. Dahlia kept pushing, ever so slowly, the stretch growing tighter and tighter until the pressure released a bit at their opening. Only now, they felt so full.
“What…” Ilex couldn’t even get the words out.
“Stay still for me, love,” Dahlia said, her own voice laden with desire. She enjoyed being in charge.
Ilex moaned as they felt Dahlia’s hand curve into a fist inside them. They felt the muscles of their lower torso tightening, clenching around Dahlia’s tiny hand that now filled them so completely.
Dahlia moaned, too. “You’re taking my fist so well, Ilex; how does it feel? This is what it’s like for me when your cock is inside me.”
Dahlia’s words had Ilex coming undone—they came around Dahlia’s fist, squeezing her wrist and soaking her with their release.
When their orgasm had subsided, Dahlia unfurled her hand and slowly, carefully withdrew it. She kissed Ilex’s cheek sweetly and climbed into the nest next to them. She urged Ilex to roll onto their side, and she fit her body against theirs. She cradled their much larger body in the welcoming curves of her own. Dahlia draped her arm over Ilex’s waist, and they thought they could never be happier than in that moment.
“We really should get to sleep, songbird,” Ilex said after a long silence. “We are supposed to set out at first light. We have a long journey ahead of us, and we’ll need to travel as quickly as possible to make it to Ichorna in time for the celebration.”
“Ugh, I know, but how am I supposed to resist this?” Dahlia said teasingly, running her hand over Ilex’s slit. Ilex chuckled and turned over so they were facing each other.
“Sleep, love,” they said softly, running their hand over Dahlia’s hair. “We have all the time in the world to be together.”
