Whoremoans Ch 02

Myrtle closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

Lilac was kissing her - kissing her neck, kissing her shoulders, kissing her earlobes. Her arms were wrapped around Myrtle's waist, her hands softly caressing Myrtle's stomach, always changing course just shy of the underside of her breasts.

The touches were delightful. They sent sensual shivers through Myrtle's entire body, and made her heart flutter.

Myrtle hadn't realised until now how touch-starved she was. Physical intimacy had been a no-go for her pre-transition self; even romance had been out of reach. Lilac's hands had opened the floodgates that held back twenty-three years' worth of unfulfilled desires, filling Myrtle with a fiery need.

Myrtle had been aroused before, obviously, but this was

different

. It was stronger, for one,

much

stronger - crucially, though, it was

better

. The arousal Myrtle knew was an ache, a bodily need; what she felt now was an

emotion

.

A wonderful,

wonderful

emotion.

Myrtle felt Lilac moving, and opened her eyes. She found herself face to face with Lilac, gazing into her gorgeous eyes.

"You're beautiful," Lilac said. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed Myrtle.

"Mm!" Myrtle gasped, surprised; then, as Lilac's hand crept around her to gently stroke her hair, she leaned in and kissed back.

It was a deep, hungry kiss, on both Myrtle and Lilac's part; Myrtle let herself get lost in it, and when Lilac pulled back, Myrtle couldn't say how long it had been.

Lilac held her in her arms, smiling; Myrtle could see the desire in Lilac's eyes, and the joy that filled her with was indescribable. For the first time in her life, Myrtle felt

worthy

of being desired. She smiled back and relaxed into Lilac's embrace. There was nowhere else she'd rather be.

"Oh, pretty flower," Lilac said. "I will make you feel

incredible

. I promise."

Myrtle had no doubt.

Lilac guided her down onto the grass, pushing her gently onto her back. Myrtle went along without a second thought.

Lilac lay on her side next to Myrtle. "That's it," she cooed, "relax. You're safe here." Her left hand started creeping ever-so-slowly downwards, towards Myrtle's crotch, while Lilac herself devoted her attention to kissing Myrtle's collarbones and neck.

She ran her fingers up and down Myrtle's inner thighs, making her pussy - she had a pussy now! - tingle with anticipation. The hot wetness between Myrtle's legs ballooned to unbelievable proportions. She'd wanted this for as long as she'd had a sex drive.

Lilac's fingers finally touched Myrtle's pussy; Lilac began to gently rub, and warm waves of pleasure started washing over Myrtle. A little whimper escaped her lips; it was every bit as wonderful as she'd dreamed.

Lilac's kisses moved down Myrtle's body, onto her left breast. Lilac planted kiss after kiss onto the soft flesh, her lips drawing closer and closer to Myrtle's erect nipple; she kissed around it teasingly, before finally giving it a slow lick.

Myrtle moaned in delight, as delicious tingles filled her chest. Almost on instinct, she moved a hand to her right breast, and began to softly massage it; it felt even better than she'd fantasised it would.

Unable to resist, she ran her thumb over her nipple, and whimpered; the little nub was like a lump of pure, concentrated pleasure. It was begging to be played with, and Myrtle was happy to oblige. She took it between her index finger and thumb, rolling it, pinching it, gently tugging it. With each little teasing movement, her mouth produced another moan, another mewl, another whimper.

As if to catch up, Lilac sped up her rubbing, and focused it on a spot Myrtle assumed was her clit. Lilac's skilled fingers circled it and flicked it, and the pleasure radiating from between Myrtle's legs somehow ascended to even greater heights. At the same time, Lilac took Myrtle's nipple in her mouth. She was no longer teasing; instead, she licked and sucked with incredible vigour, filling Myrtle's entire breast with red-hot pleasure. Every now and then, she'd give Myrtle's nipple a little nibble, eliciting a squeal of delight.

Myrtle was drowning in a sea of fiery pleasure, a pleasure that had become her entire world. There was no space left in her mind for anything other than Lilac, and the things Lilac made her feel.

As if from a great distance, she heard Lilac coo, "Are you ready, pretty flower?" She nodded, not really sure what she was ready for, but

absolutely certain

it would feel amazing.

And then it happened.

Two of Lilac's fingers plunged into Myrtle's cunt. Myrtle let out a loud moan, and then kept on moaning as the fingers started pumping in and out of her. Her eyes clamped shut; she was vaguely aware of the sound of her own voice, of the begging and pleading that escaped her lips between moans, but even her own words were washed away by the overflowing pleasure.

Myrtle flew over the edge at supersonic speeds. The bubble of pleasure inside her burst in a titanic orgasm; Myrtle let out the most whorish moan she'd ever heard as her climax swept her away like a leaf in river rapids. Her whole body quivered and shook, until finally the pleasure subsided and she went entirely limp.

The last thing she saw before drifting off to sleep in Lilac's sweet embrace, was Lilac's pretty eyes.

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Myrtle returned to consciousness slowly. Awareness trickled into her mind like warm water, washing away the remnants of her sleep.

She propped herself up, and looked around. She still sat on the grass near Lilac's pond. The sun was setting - she could no longer see it over the trees - and the sky was painted a brilliant gold. Rays of shimmering light slid between the treetops, creating dazzling patterns on the water's surface.

Myrtle took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the flowers; she felt

incredible

.

On the edge of her vision, she noticed movement. She turned, and saw Lilac sitting on a large rock next to the water, holding a flower close to her face. The nymph was looking at her, smiling.

"Hello, pretty flower," she said. "Did you sleep well?"

Myrtle nodded, blushing at the memory of what had happened before she fell asleep.

She noticed her clothes, neatly folded, on the grass next to Lilac; she probably had to get going. That upset her slightly; she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with the consequences of her little forest adventure. Nevertheless, she had to return home at some point.

"I think I have to get going," she said, and moved to dress herself. As she made to pick up her clothes however, Lilac stopped her.

"That would be unwise," she said. "It's almost nighttime."

It was, and Myrtle didn't have to be told what that meant: whatever luck had kept her away from danger on her way in, would probably not mean much in the middle of the night.

Lilac had practically already offered to let her stay the night, but Myrtle felt a little guilty regardless; the nymph had already done

so much

for her. "You don't

mind

if I stay here, do you?"

Lilac laughed. "Of course not, pretty flower. In fact, I quite

enjoy

your company." She said that part more than a little suggestively.

Myrtle blushed, for the umpteenth time that day. "Oh, u-um, thanks!" God, she

really

liked it when Lilac called her a pretty flower.

Still, even if she was staying, she'd like to put on some clothes. Unfortunately, her old clothes were more than a little ill-fitting on her new body, her underwear especially.

"Hm," Lilac said, "let me see." Myrtle handed her the bundle of clothes, and Lilac immediately submerged it in the pond.

Myrtle was about to voice a complaint, when Lilac pulled the clothes out of the water, leaving Myrtle staring in wide-eyed amazement.

Her previously baggy jeans had transformed into a pair of women's jeans. Meanwhile, her plain t-shirt had transformed into a stylish blouse, and her boxers had transformed into lace panties. Her shoes had transformed too, going from dirty sneakers to sandals.

"Woah," Myrtle said, "how'd you do that?"

Lilac smiled. "The waters of my pond make things beautiful," she said. "They made

you

beautiful, too."

Myrtle nodded. Right. She had clothes to wear now. Only problem was, she'd have to wait for them to dry.

Lilac sat on the rock again, and Myrtle sat on the grass next to her. They both stared at the water silently for a while, until Myrtle felt she should say something.

"Thank you for, um,

before

. You were amazing."

"I'm a well-practiced, pretty flower," Lilac laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

It suddenly dawned on Myrtle that she hadn't reciprocated Lilac's touches. "Did, um, did

you

enjoy it? I didn't—"

Lilac smiled, and Myrtle was glad to see her smile was genuine. "Don't worry - there was no need. I pleasured myself." She paused briefly. "Unless you

want

to pleasure me?"

Myrtle felt a tiny flame stirring inside her; she

did

want to. It felt unfair to do nothing to please Lilac, after all the things Lilac had done to please

her

.

She didn't know

how

to please Lilac, though. She didn't have any experience; she'd probably end up fumbling it, and ruining the whole thing. At the last moment, that realisation stopped her from replying, and she was left with her mouth hanging half-open, but no words going past her lips.

Lilac must have sensed her anxiety. "Myrtle?"

"I..." Myrtle stammered. "I don't— I mean—"

Lilac picked a flower from the grass and handed it to Myrtle. "Deep breaths, pretty flower."

Myrtle inhaled, and the flower's delicate scent filled her. It made her feel

woozy

, almost, but it did relax her. She let herself enjoy it for a moment, before finally managing to answer. "I want to pleasure you," she said. "Because you pleasured me. But I, uh, don't know how."

Lilac smiled. "Don't worry, pretty flower. I can guide you."

Myrtle took another deep breath; god, the flower really did smell

wonderful.

"You can?"

"Mm-hmm," Lilac said. "Although... there are ways to pleasure me that don't involve

touch

."

Myrtle looked up at the nymph, curious.

"I like being in control, pretty flower. I like making my partner

mine

. Not forever, not unless they want that, but for a while." Lilac fixed her eyes on Myrtle's. "Would you like to be mine until morning?"

Myrtle froze. Did she? She'd spent her entire life struggling to exert control over herself - the thought of giving it up sparked a deep terror in her.

And yet...

It also excited her. The struggle for control was not one she had chosen, but one forced upon her by necessity. Abandoning it without needing to worry was the stuff of dreams.

And yet...

Her rational mind insisted she shouldn't do it. Not because she didn't trust Lilac, but because... well... Myrtle had no idea why, honestly. It was instinctive, a response which the world had taught her was the only way to continue being herself.

And yet...

Myrtle took a deep breath, and let the flower's aroma fill her head with pleasant dizziness. If there was one place where she could give up control, it was, quite ironically, in the depths of the Shifting Forest.

It was right here, with Lilac.

Myrtle took another deep breath, and said, "I would love to be yours."