Forbidden Blooms

Day 13: Sex Pollen – "Forbidden Blooms"

The late afternoon sun cast a warm golden hue over the rolling fields of the Bridgerton estate, the soft hum of insects filling the air as Eloise and Cressida strolled through the gardens, their skirts swishing softly against the tall grasses. It was a perfect day, one filled with the serenity that came from being far away from the expectations of society—the pressures of the ton and the ever-present eyes of their families.

"It feels good to be out here alone," Eloise remarked, her gaze sweeping over the landscape, the wind tugging lightly at her hair. "Away from all the nonsense of London. Just us, the estate, and our thoughts."

The blonde girl smiled, though her heart fluttered strangely at Eloise's words. Being alone with her companion had always carried a certain comfort, a certain ease that no one else could offer. Yet today, there was something different in the air. A heaviness, a warmth that made her skin prickle beneath the fabric of her gown.

"I agree," the taller girl murmured, her voice soft as she gazed out over the fields. "Though it's unusually warm, don't you think?"

The brunette frowned, her hand brushing absently over her neck as she felt a strange flush rise to her cheeks. "It is... odd," she admitted, her breath catching slightly. "But it's just the country air. We've spent too long trapped indoors."

Cressida nodded, though the warmth didn't dissipate. If anything, it grew, spreading through her body in a way that was unfamiliar and unsettling. She could feel the fabric of her gown clinging to her skin, her breath coming in shallow gasps as a strange, intoxicating scent filled the air around them.

"I've never noticed that smell before," Cressida said, her brow furrowing as she inhaled deeply, the scent sweet, heady, like the blooms of spring but laced with something more. "What do you think it is?"

Eloise paused, her gaze sweeping over the fields before her eyes landed on a patch of brightly colored flowers growing nearby. "It must be those," she said softly, her breath trembling as she gestured toward the vibrant blooms. "They're new. Perhaps something Kate had brought with her from India."

Cressida's gaze followed Eloise's, her breath hitching as she inhaled the scent once more, the heat in her body growing more intense with every passing second. Her skin was clammy, like she was running a fever, but without the tiredness that normally accompanied an illness. Instead, there was an energy that seemed to buzz just beneath her skin. "Do you feel strange?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Eloise swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed, her body tingling with a sensation she could no longer ignore. "I do," she admitted softly, her voice low. "I feel... warm. Too warm."

The scent of the flowers wrapped around them like a haze, clouding their thoughts, igniting something deep within them—something they had buried, denied, without even realizing it.

The blonde's lips opened, but no sound came out at first. Her heart was pounding uncomfortably in her chest. She took a hesitant step closer. "Eloise," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What is happening to us?"

Eloise's eyes had darkened, her tongue came out, licking her bottom lip. Her friend's eyes were glued to her mouth in a way that it had never been before. "I don't know, but I... I find my thoughts towards you having changed."

Cressida's heart stilled, her breath catching in her throat as she met Eloise's gaze, her body trembling with the weight of her confession. She had always admired Eloise—always felt something more than simple friendship for her—but she had buried it, convinced it was improper, unthinkable. But now, with the strange warmth of the flowers pressing down on them, the feelings she had long denied were rising to the surface, undeniable and fierce.

"I can't stop thinking about you either," Cressida whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession. "It's... wrong, isn't it? These feelings... they shouldn't..."

Eloise's breath hitched, her heart pounding as she closed the distance between them, her hands trembling as she reached out to cup the taller girl's cheek. "It doesn't feel wrong," she whispered, her voice barely audible as her fingers brushed lightly over Cressida's skin. "Not anymore."

Without thinking, Eloise leaned in, her breath trembling as her lips brushed lightly against Cressida's. The blonde gasped softly, her body responding instantly to the touch, her hands reaching up to grip the front of Eloise's gown as she pressed closer, her lips parting as the kiss deepened. The warmth that had been building inside her erupted, spreading through her body like wildfire, igniting every nerve, every inch of her skin.

Eloise groaned softly, her hands moving to Cressida's waist as she pulled her closer, the fabric of their gowns rustling as their bodies pressed together, the tension that had simmered between them finally breaking. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as though the years of denying their feelings had finally caught up with them.

Cressida's fingers tangled in Eloise's hair, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she kissed her with a fervor she had never known before, her body trembling with the need for more. She could feel the heat between them growing, the fabric of her gown clinging to her skin as the warmth of the flowers pressed down on them, urging them on.

"I need... I need more," Cressida gasped, her voice trembling as she pulled back slightly, her gaze locking onto Eloise's. "Please..."

Eloise's breath came in shallow bursts, her heart racing as her hands moved to the front of Cressida's gown, her fingers trembling as she loosened the ties. "Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Let me touch you."

The gown loosened, slipping down over Cressida's shoulders, the cool air of the field brushing against her heated skin as Eloise's hands moved with purpose, sliding down to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her chemise. Cressida moaned softly, her body arching into Eloise's touch, her breath trembling as the pleasure coursed through her.

Eloise's fingers teased, caressing the soft skin beneath the fabric, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of Cressida's body beneath her hands. The sound of the wind rustling through the fields mingled with the soft gasps of their shared pleasure, the scent of the flowers thick in the air as they lost themselves in each other.

Cressida's hands slid down to the hem of Eloise's gown, her fingers trembling as she lifted the fabric, her touch desperate as she reached for her, needing to feel the heat of Eloise's skin against her own. The fabric rustled as it pooled around their feet, the cool breeze brushing against their bare legs as they stood exposed, vulnerable, but entirely consumed by the overwhelming desire that pulsed between them.

Eloise's hand slipped between Cressida's legs, her fingers brushing lightly against the slick heat there, the undeniable wetness of her desire making Eloise's breath catch. She moved, her touch gentle but confident as her fingers explored the softness of Cressida's most intimate place. The younger gasped at the sensation, so foreign to her.

Eloise paused for a moment, her eyes locking with Cressida's, silently asking for permission to continue. There was tenderness in her gaze, a quiet assurance that this moment belonged to them alone, and that she would take care of her. Cressida nodded, her breath coming in soft, shaky bursts, her hands clutching at the fabric of Eloise's gown.

"Relax," Eloise whispered, her voice soft, soothing as her fingers began to move again, sliding gently along the slick folds of Cressida's body. "I'll be gentle. I promise."

Cressida's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding instinctively to Eloise's touch, the tension melting away as her mind gave in to the sensations. Every stroke of the older girl's fingers was careful, almost reverent, designed to bring Cressida pleasure without overwhelming her. Eloise's thumb circled her clit, applying the slightest pressure, enough to send a shiver through Cressida's entire being but not too much to frighten her.

"Does that feel good?" Eloise asked softly, her voice a mere breath against Cressida's ear as her fingers continued their gentle exploration.

Cressida could only nod, her breath catching in her throat as Eloise's fingers moved with slow, unhurried precision. She had never felt anything like this before—the intimacy, the warmth, the overwhelming pleasure that came from being touched in such a way. It was as though her body had been waiting for this moment, for Eloise's careful touch, her gentle guidance.

Eloise's fingers dipped lower, sliding through the wetness between Cressida's legs, teasing her entrance with the lightest of touches. Cressida gasped, her fingers tightening on Eloise's arms as the sensation sent a shock of pleasure through her body. But Eloise didn't rush—she kept her movements slow, deliberate, ensuring that the blonde was comfortable, that she was ready.

"I'm going to enter you now," Eloise whispered, her voice soft but filled with quiet authority. "It might feel strange at first, but I'll be gentle. Just relax, my love."

The younger girl's breath hitched, her body trembling with both excitement and nerves as she nodded, her heart racing as Eloise's finger pressed gently against her entrance. She could feel the slight stretch, the warmth of Eloise's finger as it began to slide inside her, slow and careful, giving her time to adjust to the sensation.

The stretch was unfamiliar, and for a moment, Cressida tensed, her breath catching as she felt Eloise enter her. But Eloise's other hand moved to cup her cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over her skin in a soothing gesture.

"Shh," Eloise murmured, her lips brushing lightly against Cressida's forehead. "You're doing so well. Just breathe. Let me take care of you."

Cressida nodded, her breath trembling as she focused on the warmth of Eloise's touch, the way her fingers moved with such tenderness, easing her into the experience. Slowly, the discomfort faded, replaced by a growing warmth, a fullness that made Cressida's body tremble with pleasure.

Eloise's finger slid deeper, moving with a gentle rhythm that allowed Cressida's body to adjust, to welcome the new sensation. The slick heat of her arousal made the movements easier, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure through Cressida's body, the tension melting away as she surrendered to Eloise's care.

"You're so beautiful," Eloise whispered, her voice filled with quiet reverence as her thumb found Cressida's clit again, stroking it in time with the slow, gentle thrust of her finger. "I want you to feel everything... I want you to know how much I care for you."

Cressida moaned softly, her hips moving instinctively against Eloise's hand, her body responding to the pleasure that was building deep within her. The way Eloise touched her—so careful, so gentle—made her feel cherished, adored, in a way she had never known before. It wasn't just physical; it was emotional, the connection between them deepening with every slow, gentle stroke.

Eloise added a second finger, her movements still gentle but more insistent now, the stretch making Cressida gasp softly. But the discomfort quickly faded, replaced by a growing sense of fullness, of pleasure that made her entire body tremble. Eloise's thumb continued its soft, rhythmic passes over her clit, the combination of sensations pushing Cressida closer and closer to the edge.

"Eloise," Cressida gasped, her breath trembling as her body arched toward her, her fingers clutching at the fabric of the older girl's gown. "I... I think I'm..."

"It's all right," Eloise whispered, her voice filled with quiet reassurance as her fingers moved faster now, her thumb pressing more firmly against Cressida's clit. "Let go, my love. Let yourself feel it."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built, wave after wave of sensation crashing over her as Eloise guided her toward release. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of Eloise's touch, the soft rustle of their gowns, and the quiet sound of Cressida's breathless gasps.

And then, with a soft cry, the blonde's body tensed, her hips lifting off the ground as the wave of release washed over her, leaving her breathless, trembling in Eloise's arms. Eloise's fingers moved in slow, gentle circles, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure as Cressida's body finally relaxed, collapsing back against the soft grass beneath them.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, the only sound in the quiet field the soft rustle of the wind and the distant hum of the estate. Cressida's breath came in shallow bursts, her heart racing as she lay there, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release. Eloise's hand rested gently on her waist, her fingers brushing lightly over her skin in a soothing gesture.

"You did beautifully," Eloise whispered, her voice filled with quiet affection as she leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Cressida's lips. "How do you feel?"

The taller girl smiled weakly, her fingers reaching up to brush lightly against her friend's cheek. "I feel... wonderful," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. "Thank you... for being so gentle."

Eloise's smile deepened, her hand sliding up to cup Cressida's cheek as she gazed down at her with quiet reverence. "You deserve nothing less," she whispered softly.