Time to return the favor

"You know, Lillia, now that I think about it, your body is just as unique and new to me as mine is to you. So, it shouldn't be embarrassing for you to look at me and get to know my body, whether I'm clothed or not."

She looked at me thoughtfully and then smiled shyly. "That makes sense. Thank you for your openness."

The river was relatively shallow where we were standing now, the water reaching only up to Lillia's lower legs. I noticed she seemed to be mustering the courage to say something that embarrassed her. After a moment, she took a deep breath and spoke up.

"Would you like to get to know my body as well?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I was taken aback by her boldness but also intrigued. "How do you mean?"

"Well," she began, fidgeting slightly, "I don't wear clothes, but my plants, vines, and flowers cover my upper body. I can pull them back if you want to see more of me."

Surprised by her initiative, I nodded. "Of course, Lillia. I'd love that."

With a deep breath, she concentrated, and the plants, vines, and flowers that covered her upper body began to recede, revealing more of her form. As the magical foliage pulled away, I was left breathless by the sight before me.

Lillia's upper body was nothing short of divine. She had a slender waist, a muscular yet feminine flat stomach, and toned arms. Her breasts were the perfect size, not too small and not too large, full and firm, youthful and perky all at once. The sight of her left me in awe, my heart pounding and my body responding visibly.

She stood there, her eyes wide and ****, yet there was a hint of pride in her gaze as well. "This is me," she said softly.

"It's... you're beautiful, Lillia," I said, my voice full of genuine admiration. "Absolutely stunning."

Her blush deepened, but she smiled, looking both relieved and pleased by my reaction. "Thank you. I'm glad you think so."

We stood there for a moment, the bond between us deepening with this shared intimacy. Then, I reached out slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull back if she wanted, but she remained still, allowing me to touch her. My hand gently traced the lines of her slender waist, moving up to her firm, smooth stomach. Her skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of the water around us. I felt the delicate ridges of her muscles, firm yet yielding under my fingers, and marveled at the smoothness of her ethereal skin.

Her breathing quickened slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as my touch moved higher. My fingers brushed lightly over the curve of her ribcage, feeling the delicate rise and fall with each breath she took. The sensation was both intimate and magical, her body reacting to my touch with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

As my hand moved higher, I reached her breasts, full and firm beneath my touch. Her skin here was even softer, the coolness sending a shiver through my fingers. I cupped one breast gently, marveling at its perfect shape and the way it fit so naturally in my hand. Lillia let out a soft gasp, her body shivering slightly.

"It's... it feels different than I imagined," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

"In a good way, I hope," I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. My thumb brushed lightly over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. The sensation was electric, a mixture of softness and firmness that sent a thrill through both of us.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes closing briefly as she savored the sensation. Her tail flicked behind her, betraying the pleasure she was feeling.

Encouraged, I continued to explore, my hand moving to her other breast, giving it the same tender attention. I could feel her heart beating faster, her breaths coming in soft, shallow gasps. The connection between us felt tangible, a blend of physical and emotional intimacy that was both thrilling and profound.

After a few moments, I moved my hand back down, tracing the line of her waist once more before resting on her flat, toned stomach. I could feel the strength in her core, the subtle flexing of her muscles under my touch. The contrast between her cool skin and the warmth of the water heightened every sensation, making the experience all the more vivid.

"Your body is incredible, Lillia," I said softly, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

Her eyes opened, filled with a mixture of shyness and gratitude. "Thank you for being so kind and understanding. It's... nice to feel this close to someone."

I continued to trace my fingers along her body, exploring every curve and contour with a sense of wonder. The soft dip of her waist, the firmness of her abdomen, the elegant lines of her neck and shoulders—each part of her was a revelation, a testament to the unique blend of human and deer-like features that made her so special.

As I touched her, Lillia's body responded with small, involuntary movements—a shiver here, a gasp there. Her tail flicked and her ears twitched, adding to the charm of her reactions. The magic that flowed through her seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat, a rhythm that resonated with my own.

My exploration was gentle, respectful, and filled with awe. I wanted her to feel cherished, to understand that every part of her was beautiful and valued. The bond between us deepened with each touch, each shared breath, until it felt as though we were connected on a level that transcended the physical.

Moving lower, I knelt beside her, my hands now gliding over her deer-like lower body. The fur was soft and warm, a comforting contrast to her smooth skin. I stroked her flanks, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the surface, built for grace and speed.

Her tail wagged slightly, and I couldn't help but smile at her endearing response. I moved behind her, my hands gently caressing the base of her tail and the curve of her hindquarters. Her tail wagged more vigorously, a clear sign of her enjoyment.

"It's so soft," I murmured, running my fingers through the fur at the base of her tail.

She giggled, the sound light and musical. "It tickles a little, but it feels nice."

Encouraged by her reaction, I continued to stroke her, my hands moving lower to explore the intimate parts hidden beneath her fur. I traced the contours of her legs, feeling the strong muscles and the delicate bones beneath. As my fingers brushed against her most intimate areas, Lillia let out a soft, trembling sigh.

"It's okay," she whispered, her voice filled with trust and anticipation.