Bathing the body, cleansing the soul

Without meaning to, Lux finds herself leaning forward, bringing her face closer to Willow’s. She feels a touch on her cheek – Willow’s hand, trembling, guides her into a kiss, and Lux moans softly as her lips join with Willow’s, their tongues coiling together. The warmth, the taste, the fragrance of Willow fill her senses like the sweetest honey.

Perhaps Willow is still trying to bathe her, but at this point, it’s indistinguishable from fondling and caressing – and Lux is doing it too, her hands sliding up Willow’s slender chest to cup her firm breasts, teasing the hard buds of her nipples. She can feel Willow’s damp hair falling across her face; Willow’s hand moving up from the curve of her waist to rest the base of her ribcage, as if to sense her heartbeat, which quickens even at that contact.

The water flows over and past her – Lux realises she is underneath Willow now, body pressed down, her head dipping into the water, all control firmly yielded. She belongs to Willow until Willow decides she’s had enough. And Lux wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her hand finds its way down between Willow’s thighs, feeling the wetness at her warm entrance. Willow shivers with pleasure at the touch. With inexperienced fingers – at least, she’s rarely done it from this angle – Lux begins to stroke and tease, trying to follow Willow’s reactions as she figures out what she’s doing.

Willow breaks off from the kiss, her breath hot on Lux’s cheek for an instant before she leans down to kiss Lux’s breast, then to take the nipple in her mouth. Lux tilts her head back in breathless ecstasy as Willow licks and sucks, her free hand squeezing and caressing the swollen breast. And now – of all times – Lux feels something unfamiliar, a strange tingling, as her milk begins to flow, a trickle, that Willow drinks down.

Lux bites her lip, and redoubles her attentions to Willow. Now it’s Willow’s turn to pant with pleasure, arching her back, grinding down against Lux’s busy fingers. Lux reaches her other hand up to reach and squeeze the curve of Willow’s magnificent ass, pulling her closer, leaning up to kiss and lick Willow’s belly while her fingers try to do that specific thing that Willow seems to like, and –

With a rapturous cry, Willow sings her climax to the silent clearing. Her legs buckle in the throes of orgasm, but Lux is there to hold her up despite her tiring arms, awash in the intoxicating mix of sensations that radiate from the dryad at the height of her pleasure. Fuzzily, she’s able to feel immense pride that this time, she got Willow there first.

In that fog of her own sensory overload, she’s not immediately aware when Willow comes to her senses, and once again takes control. Lux feels Willow’s hands squeezing her butt before lifting it – her – out of the stream to sit on the soft mossy earth of the bank. Lux looks up dazedly to see Willow’s head descending between her spread thighs, and then her lower lips are spread, too, that magical tongue tracing impossible paths to which she can only squeal in inarticulate passion. Her whole body feels warm, but now the heat builds inexorably even as every muscle goes weak, shutting down in total surrender before…

She feels the cry of her orgasm in her throat without really hearing it. The pleasure shudders through her body, her hands clawing unknowingly, unseeingly at the mossy dirt. As her senses begin to return, she’s being tilted down onto her back, Willow climbing up on top of her, their bodies pressed together – both sweaty and dirty again, more than either was before they started. But a realisation creeps up on Lux, a sense of something that she hadn’t realised was there until it began to change. Beneath the sweat and grime of her physical journey, she has felt dirty deeper down, under her skin, in her soul – the stain of her ordeal in the dark maze, that no water could ever wash away. Yet Willow’s tender love and acceptance has made a start at cleansing it. In this moment, she feels just a little closer to being herself again, to being whole.