𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚎

Night Sky exhaled a soft laugh of her own, hardly offended by the giggling she assumed to be brought on by nerves. Her hand pressed under one of Meryl's knees, aiming to hook her leg over her shoulder if she let her, face nestled in that delicious heat. Her tongue lapped again between her folds, up to her clit where she lightly swirled around the delicate little bud with a hum that rumbled from the back of her throat.

While her mouth worked, the dryad shifted a hand up to reach for one of Meryl's, wanting to link their fingers together and give her something to grasp onto if she needed it.