[M4F][M4TF] Bard - What You Cannot Ask For

Oh, what have we here? I recognise you. The little bird who watched me play all evening, but flew off before we could speak. Look at that, you've turned scarlet. Poor thing. You're hiding, aren't you? Are you too shy to look at me? That's alright, the view is *lovely* from behind. What's a shy little bird like you doing in a tavern like this, I wonder? Off to somewhere else? Or perhaps you just wanted a little...company?

I saw the way you were staring at me all evening. Staring at my fingers as they ...*plucked* and *strummed* so deftly. Whatever was running through your pretty little head, I wonder? Perhaps you were wondering what it would feel like to have my fingers running along your arm. Hm? Like that? The electricity of my touch? Perhaps you wondered what it would feel like to have my lips on your neck. *kiss*

Oh, you're not that kind of girl? And which kind of girl is that? The kind of girl who enjoys pleasure? Who longs for the skillful touch of a bard? You resist but I can tell you like this. *dawning realisation* I get it now. I think I know what kind of girl you are. You're the kind of girl who's too shy to ask for what she wants. What she needs. Ha. You don't need to ask. You don't need to say anything. I'll give you what you need.

Shh, shh shh. Just relax, let me take care of you, little bird. You don't need to fight it, you don't need to pretend. Just let my fingers work their magic. Feel my breath on your neck while I whisper sweet things to you. Feel my hands explore your body and give you what you need.

Mm, that feels good, doesn't it? My hands caressing you, working their way down your blouse. Ooh, sensitive little thing, aren't you? Shh, quiet down darling. You don't want the other patrons to hear, do you? Imagine how red you'd turn, hm? A strange bard with his hands all over you, kissing your neck, making you gasp and squeal in front of all those people. You might die of fright. Be a good girl and stay nice and quiet, I'll take care of the rest.

And speaking of, I think it's time we lifted that skirt. Mm, what have we here? You're soaking wet, little bird. I think you like this more than you let on. Mm, you don't need to say a thing. Your body is doing all the talking. I'm going to touch you now. Can I trust you to keep quiet, or will I need to put my hand over your mouth? Mm, good. There are places I'd *much* rather put my hand.

Theeere's a good girl. Aww, you pretty little thing. You can barely contain those whimpers. Have you ever been touched before, I wonder? Poor thing. I think this is your first time. Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'm just going to tease you for a bit, like this. The gentlest touches of my fingers and you're already quivering. Tut tut, you poor little thing. You've needed this so badly, haven't you? And you just couldn't ask. Don't worry, my sweet girl, I'm taking care of you now.

That's it. Just relax into it. Relax into my fingers. Let your legs give way if you need to, I've got you. A nice firm grip around your beautiful chest, though admittedly safety is not my only concern. Such pretty little nipples you have. Do you like when I tweak them like this? Shh, shh, that's a good girl. I know little birds are made to sing, but you've got to be quiet for me. That's better.

Mm, and what about down here, eh? Would you like that a bit faster, too? Oh, you poor shuddering thing. I don't think you can hold out much longer, can you? You need to be taken care of, don't you? Mm, I know what to do. Just relax into me and I'll do the rest. Almost there, my sweet little thing. But I think you're going to sing for me, aren't you? You can't help it. I'm going to have to put my hand over your mouth or else the whole tavern will know. There we go, that's better. Don't worry, little bird. You're safe with me. Just let go, let my fingers work their magic. That's it, cum for me little bird. That's it. Gooood giiiirl, there we go. That's it. You did so well for your first time, little bird. Was it worth the wait? Hmph, I'll take that as a yes. Rendered speechless, you poor thing. You'll get used to it, I promise. In time, you might even learn how to ask for it. But until then, I think you'll know where to wait if you're after an encore.