Who Says `No' to the Earthquake?
by Scott Grildrig
A beautiful maiden becomes an unstoppable giantess
Update: 23/10/1997 to giantess
Author's Note:
This is not the Grildrig's usual fare (i.e. gratuitous giantess sex
and giantess violence). It is, in fact, something of a romantic
faerie tale kind of a thingy, featuring a giantess, along with a fair
amount of humor, action and, of course, sex. I have reason to believe
that most gigantaphiles will enjoy the story. I hope that folks who
do not consider themselves gigantaphiles will also read it, and perhaps
find that they too enjoy it...
Comments, criticisms and castigations on my character for too many
thee's, thou's, thy's and a couple of improperly used ye's, may be
forwarded to: [email protected] I like hearing from folks, and
using my anon address means nobody has to know anyone's name, place
or gender. (A few hosannas in the general direction of Finland are
warrented)
This story is being delivered in three sections, to get it through
the 48K limit of the above-mentioned anonymous server.
SG
06-Feb-1995
Dragons are a nasty lot.
They are ill-tempered, ill-mannered, ill-willed, easily irked and
inevitably ill-intentioned. Their hunger is deep and inassuagable. Their
tastes are vile and deplorable. They prefer to dine on young virgins,
for reasons never adequately explained, but which fits in nicely with the
ever expanding list of `ills' and the whole bad taste thing. Every
kingdom ever founded seems to be plagued by a dragon (they have a
strong union), which is why the Knight Rental Service ("You pay by the
Knight, not by the day") has posted a handsome profit for the past five
harvests.
The Kingdom of Prattle had a dragon problem.
Because of his ferocious appetites the roll of available virgins was
swiftly dwindling, (a fact noted in the minutes by the sole remaining
member of the Virgin Union). Dues were down, eligible bachelors were
flocking to the Less-Than-Virgin shop (run by a man named Hymen, but
that's a tale for another time), and the people were beginning to
worry what new culinary direction the draconic appetite would take
when the virgin supply ran dry.
It didn't help when the King was caught making plans with the Duke
of Poxbury to turn the Last Remaining Virgin's bed chamber into a
game room, (snooker and parcheesi, with an open bar). The Princess
Tasgeni's reaction was, itself, described in draconian terms, and the
King wisely opted to depart upon a protracted hunting trip. All of
which serves to explain why there was a shortage of knights, heroes,
sidekicks and such when the dragon Bitumen showed up in a peckish mood.
The morning watch spotted the worm soaring down from the cloudless
heights, a long black plume of smoke trailing back from its nostrils.
The watchman sounded the invasion bells, but the wild clamor, far from
inspiring people to hide, instead served to bring most of the castle's
inhabitants out to see what all the fuss was about. The Princess
Tasgeni, against the piteous cries of her old nurse, stepped out onto
her high tower balcony to see for herself the cause of the commotion.
Her curiosity was quickly satisfied. The dragon, anticipating such
an opportunity, plummeted like a meteor and snatched up the luckless
Princess in his claws. His beating wings swiftly lifted him upwards
from the stunned people, and the wailing cries of Tasgeni faded into
the azure sky.
After that morals dipped a bit as the employees of the Less-Than-Virgin
shop competed for the now coveted title of Most-Least-Like-A-Virgin.
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Tasgeni screamed her fool head off. Not that she expected it to
improve her situation, but her arms were pinned, and she was at a loss
for anything else to do. The dragon reeked of brimstone and burnt iron.
The strength of its grasp was savage. The howling down draft from its
vast bat-like pinions dislodged her peaked hat and sent it and her long
golden hair snapping and curling about her face. No amount of struggling
promised to free her, and the glimpses of farmland far below deterred her
from trying very hard.
Tasgeni was a tough young woman, though. It never occurred to her to
faint.
So it was that she spotted the dragon's lair almost at the same moment
that the beast began its spiraling descent. A great black mountain,
dome topped, scoured clean of green things, loomed up from the rocky
plain. Bitumen arrowed down like a hunting falcon, curling his wings
in against his long body. For a moment Tasgeni thought they would
smash against the stone strewn slope, but at the last moment, she saw
a cavern opening dart before them. The dragon twisted and swooped into
the orifice; darkness swept away the daytime light, subterranean cold
snatched away the daytime warmth. Tasgeni closed her eyes, there was
nothing to see.
Suddenly, the claws released her.
With a startled shout she tumbled to the rocky floor.
Her noising turned into a long "Eeeeeeeewwwwwwwww," as she realized
what had cushioned her fall. The dragon's lair was, much like any
bachelor's, a place of ruin, devastation, and unfinished meals.
"Thou art displeased with thy state?" The dragon's voice rumbled
like summer thunder, and drooled thick with evil.
"Swine!" shouted Tasgeni.
"Swine?" queried the dragon, and he lifted a six foot long finger, and
regarded the two foot long claw that topped it. "I hight reptile,
a scion of the entrails of Ymir."
"Nay! Thou'st the demeanor of a farting rodent!" yelled the Princess.
The dragon frowned, "Certes, thou wast tutored with an unusual bestiary.
No matter, the thoughts of the prey, howsoever addled, little affect the
succulence of the brain. Hast thou an animal with which to answer that?"
Tasgeni just glared at the worm. It's hard to toss back an appropriate,
much less an effective retort at someone (or something) that has just
revealed to you your special seat at the supper board.
"Speechless, little morsel?" simpered Bitumen, and he chuckled evilly.
"More's the pity, for only though words can thee hope to fend off the
moment when we are joined." He reached out with his claws towards the
Princess, who yelped and dove aside. Time and again he dabbed at her,
playing her as the mouse, and laughing darkly at his sport. And every
time he struck he missed by a diminished distance, leaving Tasgeni
no doubt about the nature of his play. But her spirit refused to despair,
and she leapt like a hunted doe, evading the dragon's reach. Yet she
knew the end was nigh, and she steeled herself for death, when suddenly
the dragon was distracted from her.
His great head rose up and up, and held still for a moment, as if
harkening to a distance voice. "Behold, little morsel," he growled,
"the sun, my mother, descends now into night. I must rise and pray
for her return before I may feast." And his arm uncoiled like a
striking snake, and caught Tasgeni within his fingers.
She wailed and fought, but the dragon paid her no heed, instead he
carried her to an iron door wrought into the wall of his cave, and
wrenched it open with a hideous squalling of hinges. "Thou mayest dwell
in her for a time, until I return from my duty. Then shall we renew
our game, or mayhaps I shall just appease my hunger, and be done." And
he tossed the Princess into the room, and slammed shut the huge door
with a thunderous clang!.
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It was very dark in the cave. Very, very dark.
A periodic splash of water echoed in the distance. The cave was
large. Very, very large. The Princess mulled over her predicament
for a moment. Screaming, while satisfying and emotionally cleansing,
was not going to get her out of here. Still...
She clenched her hands into fists, took a deep breath, and then she
screamed, long, loud and lustily. The echoes slammed from wall to wall,
reverberating and crossing into a cacophony of shill panicky noise.
She screamed herself breathless. Then, adjusting her clothes and
straightening her hat, she went about the more productive task of
finding something to help; her dignity in no way reduced by her heavy
panting from her exertion. The floor was dusty, and the smell of age
had accumulated everywhere. Occasionally she heard the tinkling of
coins or gems scattered by her feet. She climbed shifting piles of
loot, and bumped into barrels and chests, but most of those were sealed
or locked, and it was long before she found a container that opened.
It was an ancient chest. Its lid creaked ominously as she lifted it,
then fell backwards with a loud bang! But the Princess' attention was
captivated by the golden contents kept within. Each coin, each goblet,
each delicate chain gave off a rich radiance that spilled out of the
chest and into the cavern. Things were illuminated well enough for her
to see something of the size of her prison. The walls were distant
glittering veils, the ceiling was lost in murky darkness, and everywhere
were scattered the spoils of the dragon. It was a vast hoard, and a
precious one, but she was bent on leaving. Let a knight take the wealth.
Off to one side she saw what appeared to be a door, but the light
barely grazed it, it was too far away. Kneeling, she ran her fingers
through the gold, lifting out some coins in the hope that she could
use them to guide her way. But each object she removed guttered and
faded, and she soon realized that something, the chest itself or some
prize within was responsible for the magical light.
It did not take long for her to locate the charmed object. It was a
short piece of braided gold, crafted into the form of a snake, with ruby
eyes and emerald teeth. It's belly was scaled in silver, and it bent
easily within her fingers. The contents of the chest flickered and
faded when she removed the talisman, but only gold amplified its light,
her hand did not shine of its own accord. Yet the snake, itself, was
bright enough to guide her. Holding it overhead like a torch, she
began to wend her way to the distant door. Now at first the charm was
cold within her grasp, but it quickly warmed from her touch. She didn't
make any note of it -- until it wriggled. With a startled yelp she
tried to hurl the dreadful thing away, but the shining snake curled down
around her hand and began winding its way up her arm. Prying at it with
her left hand proved useless, and she cast about for something to leverage
against it. The magical charm ignored all her efforts to dislodge it,
but climbed up past her elbow and curled itself snugly around her upper
arm. Once settled into place it stiffened into a kind of a bracelet,
and its eerie radiance faded, seeping deep into her arm before disappearing.
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He rose up into the sky, biting and roaring at the winds that vied
with him, spreading flame across the clouds to answer the red hues of
the settling sun. Far away eyes, briefly glancing at the grand spectacle,
commented on the beauty of the sky, but without ever knowing how it truly
came to be.
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Something was wrong.
Of course, when one is trapped blind within the cave of a dragon that
means to return shortly and eat you, this observation loses some of
its value. The snake charm wrapped about her arm was a dratted nuisance,
but seemed finished with its mischief. Yet she felt sure that something
worse was in store for her.
The noise of dripping water had shifted. It seemed lower, though she
was sure she had not ascended higher within the cave. Nor was that the
only mystery, for it seemed that the contents of the cave were themselves
changing in some strange way.
Her need for light was great. And though it proved difficult to find,
she cast about relentlessly until she found what felt to be a drinking
vessel with a soft metal rim. She muttered a silent prayer, and
pressed the thing against the snake bracelet.
Blessed light flooded the cave again, and Tasgeni began to worry anew.
Everything was smaller. But whether she was expanding, or the cave
was shrinking she could not tell. The touch of gold seemed to feed
the process, and as she watched the walls closed in upon her, and all
the treasure dwindled into trinkets. She was at war within herself;
part of her was appalled by the change, but to separate the gold from the
snake would rob her of light. On the other hand, provided that it was
she that was expanded and not the room diminishing, she realized that she
would soon be able to treat with the worm on its own vast terms. It was
not until her head brushed the ceiling of the chamber that it occurred to
her that there might be another complication. By now she was a giantess
without parallel. The mighty door that the dragon had opened was reduced
to mere ankle-height. The expansive chamber was swiftly becoming a
cramped cubbyhole. She sighed with resignation, the darkness would have
to be endured, and she discarded the goblet, itself grown to more than
heroic proportions. But her growth, though abated, was not ended, and
she was forced down onto her knees under the descending weight of the
stony roof.
What had seemed a solution to her dilemma was turning into a crisis
all its own. Tasgeni crouched down as far as she could, and her
colossal body filled all the corners of the cave. But still she
grew, and there was no place now for her to go. Mulling over the
matter she decided upon the only practical course of action left to
her. If it worked, fine and well. If it did not work, well, time
enough to dwell upon that in its own turn.
Tasgeni stood up.
The weight of the mountain rested upon her shoulders, but she was grown
now to a size sufficient to such loads. Shifting her weight she managed
to get one leg beneath herself. Slowly she pressed upward, causing the
stone to lift and compress. She felt the rock groan and buckle, she felt
a surge of strength brought about by the clear realization of a power
able to break the very hills, yet she was barely exerting herself.
Laughing deeply the giant Princess unloosed her full strength. The top
of the mountain cracked like thunder and erupted violently, casting huge
fragments of shattered stone in every direction. Rising from the ruin like
some goddess reborn, Tasgeni lifted her arms over her head and crowed with
delight. Stretching and bending, she dismissed the horror of the cave,
drawing in huge draughts of the sweet twilight air. She was free.
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Bitumen completed his dance.
The sun was gone, swallowed up into another night. His dark heart laughed
with glee, and he turned back for his mountain. The bright light of the
full moon did not challenge him like the sun, for it was cold, cold as
ice. Bending back his head he let trail a long jet of hell-fire, spitting
at the stars, scarring the night with his wild display. But hunger gnawed
at his belly, and evil re-awoke within his heart. His victim, lost in
darkness, pursued by fear would now be ripe for the taking. Eager to have
her he ceased his play, and flew straight and swift to his lair.
He knew something was wrong as soon as he saw his mountain.
The dome was higher, irregular, and there was something strangely
familiar about its altered contours.
Tasgeni knew the dragon was back, for he let loose a howl of rage that
lit the night. The mountain still held her in a tight grip from her
hips down, and she did not have the leverage to break free. So she
twisted to face him.
Bitumen seethed with anger. The more so as his draconic sight spotted
the magical talisman wrapped around the giantess' arm. Angling down
he beat his wings, driving himself faster and faster. He drew breath,
his slitted eyes drawn to the great golden snake. He drew a last long
gasp of air and...
Tasgeni swatted him like a mosquito.
His breath blew out in a ball of flame, too tenuous to sear the hand of
the Princess. Lights danced in the dragon's eyes as he arced backwards,
falling dangerously close to the ground before regaining his sense and
rising back into the sky. His eyes glowed lava red. His tail whipped and
snapped as he arrowed at the face of the Princess.
Wham!
Tasgeni gave the dragon the back of her hand, sending him spinning
ass over tea-kettle. His fiery discharge made him look like a runaway
pinwheel. But dragons are tough as stone, and about as quick to take
a hint. Bitumen recovered his wits and soared upwards, slamming his
mighty wings against the air, driving himself higher and higher. He
climbed for a full minute, then turned, tucked his wings in tight
against his scaly body, and fell straight at the Princess. The wind
ripped at his slitted eyes, pulled at his stiffly held pinions.
Faster and faster he fell. Opening his jaws ever so slightly, he let
the wind pour into his body, fanning his fires, filling him with
searing flame. Faster and faster. He saw the land rising up, saw his
mountain, saw the giant Princess. He watched her raise a hand nearly
the size of a quarter-acre field. Too late he tried to pull out, to
turn aside or slow his descent.
Tasgeni batted him clear over the horizon.
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Bitumen awoke several hours later.
Now, dragons may be slow to recognize a superior opponent, but those
who do not rarely grow to Bitumen's size. On the other claw, dragons
are sore losers, and when strength fails they never hesitate to resort
to base cunning. Bitumen was not sure how he was going to do it, but
he was going to get that Princess out of his mountain.
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Symfrall was a big man.
He stood just under two ells tall, and weighed about twenty-five
stone. His shoulders were as broad as most people were tall. His
muscles were like gnarled tree roots. When angry he was terrifying.
When friendly he was terrifying. He was prime knight material. His
horse was equally monstrous, a chestnut stallion named Domhona. When
armored and mounted Symfrall was unstoppable, unbeatable, invulnerable.
In other words a guaranteed 1:1 odds at the local fete. And to be
honest, Symfrall became bored with it all: the countless jousting victories,
the melee victories, the dueling victories. So, seeking a challenge
more suitable to his mettle, he took to being a Knight Wanderer,
questing for adventure wheresoever it might be cowering.
Bitumen spotted Symfrall from the air, and immediately discerned within
him a resolution to his princess problem. Knights tend towards lawful
attributes, which makes them predictable in everything save battle. And
any knight with a princess becomes in itself its own story. Right now
Bitumen wanted the giantess out of his lair. Retribution for her thwarting
of his hunger would come in its own time. Besides, he was suffering from
a splitting headache from his boxing at her hands, and all he really wanted
to do was curl up in some gold and sleep for a week.
Still, evil deeds awaited, and the dragon glided down to confront the
knight.
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"Greetings, thou armored can of soup," jeered the dragon.
The knight's horse reared up, pawing wildly at the air, its voice a
shriek of defiance. There was a metallic ringing, and the knight's
sword glittered brightly in the moonlight.
"Get thee gone," snarled the champion. "Thou wilt find no sport
here, only death."
"Prithee," simpered Bitumen. "The can wields its own dire opener.
Mercy, what ever shall become of me." And he spat a ball of fiery
vitriol at Symfrall, who struck it aside with his blade.
"Damn thee to hades," cursed Symfrall. "Either fight or flee,
not this coward's dance."
"Egad, look at the time," said the dragon, glancing at his empty
wrist. "Guess I'll have to skip the beer run, and just have my
meal with a glass of milk. How do you like your princess? Well done
or medium rare?"
"Thou fiend," sputtered Symfrall. "What damsel suffers from thy
benighted devilry?"
"A blonde I think," mused Bitumen. "Ah, but they all look the same
when they come off the barbee. Must dash. Drop by sometime, and I'll
have you for lunch." And with a wicked chortle the dragon spun about
and flew off.
The taunts struck home.
With a fierce cry Symfrall snapped the reigns of Domhona, and the
war-stead answered in kind and sped off after the fleeing dragon.
Bitumen had been concerned that he might have to dawdle in a
convincing manner, to give the outraged knight opportunity to keep
him in sight. But Domhona was a lightening bolt with legs, leaping
every ravine, crashing unhindered through bush and sapling. So all
it took was a little more verbal abuse, and a lot of guiding, and
within two hours the dragon had brought his unknowing helper within
sight of the mountains where the Princess still stood.
Shrieking flame laden curses, the dragon warned the knight away
from the upcoming range, then lifted into the sky to let pride and
anger do their work.
Symfrall stared at the dwindling dragon, confused by his sudden
departure. Waving his sword a little he glanced around as if
seeking something to chop, then, calming a little, decided instead
to sheath the glittering blade.
The moon shone down brightly upon the blasted wasteland that was
the keep about the dragon's mountainous abode. Symfrall held the
reigns loosely, letting Domhona carefully pick his way amongst the
jagged rocks. A slight movement in the vicinity of the nearest
peak caused him to believe that the dragon was now seeking refuge
within its dark lair. So, satisfied that things were working out
about normal, Symfrall guided his stallion closer towards the nearby
mountain.
Moonlight and darkness mocked his sight, so that the landscape, or
more particularly the mountain, seemed to waver of its own accord.
And once he heard the wind sigh with what sounded like a woman's voice.
Deeming it some witchcraft of the dragon's devising, he averted his gaze,
and pressed onward, until he came within sight of what seemed to be an
opening into the side of the mountain.
Symfrall had a prepared speech that he had learned by rote. Raising
his sword on high (which tried valiantly to lend majesty to the
occasion by humming something by the minstrel Manilow), Symfrall
shouted with a great voice: "Here is Symfrall, Knight Wanderer, slayer
of beasts, who comes to this foul lair to rescue innocence from the
haggard clutches of evil. Come forth dread demon. Come forth and meet
thy doom. Come forth damned dragon. Come forth and...
"Eeeeek!"
That last word was not a part of Symfrall's speech. But the Princess,
hearing the proud words of challenge spoken by her rescuer (or to be
more accurate, having discerned a kind of squeaky hauteur going on behind
her back) had turned around to better see him. And Symfrall, upon
beholding a portion of the mountain move and resolve itself into a
beautiful, if colossal woman, had selected "Eeeek" as the best way to
express his alarm. Alas, the Princess might not have been smiling so
prettily, if she had known that her knight in shining armor was entertaining
thoughts of galloping away. In the meantime Valorja was humming a ditty
Rod Serling would have approved of, and Symfrall finally had to sheath his
sword to shut the dratted thing up.
"Sir knight, hast thou come to rescue me?"
Symfrall's jaw gaped, for though the giantess' voice was feminine in
timber, yet it was vast as the sky, and echoed from the very hills
like summer thunder.
"Ummmmm...yes...yes I have," he replied.
"Sorry?" said the giantess, cocking her head. "Could thou speak a
little louder?"
"Yes." yelled Symfrall. The giantess thought a moment, then raised
a hand palm up and pulled in her fingers, asking for more volume.
"Yes." yelled Symfrall. "Yes! Yes! YES!" The giantess smiled and
nodded her head.
"I am Symfrall," shrieked Symfrall. "Knight wanderer and...gak."
he held his throat with both hands, as if trying to keep it from
exploding.
The giantess waited a moment, to be sure the knight was done with
his introduction, and seeing he was in no condition to question her
answered in turn.
"Greetings, Sir Symfrall. I hight Princess Tasgeni, Nodwood's
daughter of Kingdom Prattle. Thou hast my eternal gratitude for thy
arrival in my moment of need. My father, the King, will surely shower
thee with wealth for this days work."
Symfrall tried to show his own thanks with some gestures, made
awkward by his insistence of keeping one hand always on his aching
throat.
"Pray, good sir knight? Wouldst our words together be made easier
if I were to descend to thy level?"
Symfrall thought about this, and tried to indicate his uncertainty
by raising his hand and scratching his head. Unfortunately, to Tasgeni
it looked like he was waving for her to come down.
"Bide a moment," she answered, and reaching out laid her hands upon
the slopes of the nearby hills. Then, with the strength and grace
of youth, augmented by her gigantic stature, she vaulted herself up from
out of the confining maw of the mountain. Symfrall looked up and up and
up as his damsel-in-distress floated skyward like some magical tower,
her long dark shadow dropping over him blotting out the sky. Her descent
was no less spectacular, and when she landed three things happened: the
earth shook as though a thing gone mad, the stars, moon and landscape
vanished behind a cliff of fabric, and Domhona, Symfrall's horse, fainted
away deader than dirt.
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Tasgeni had a fretful moment when she realized that her rescuer was
nowhere to be seen. Visions of his body turned into something flatter
than a kipper made her lip tremble and her eyes begin to tear. But
then she heard a faint sound, as of a woman screaming, and it occurred
to her that her hero was not only alive, but perhaps not quite so much
of a hero. Bundling up her dress in her fingers, she bent forward a
little, enough to peer down between her feet. There she saw her knight
in shining armor trying to quell the yipping shrieks of his magnificent
stallion. All attempts to shush the beast did naught but to wind him
up even further, and when Symfrall realized that the Princess held
him under her scrutiny, he threw his mighty fist, and sent Domhona
back to kissing dirt.
Never taking her eyes off her hero, Tasgeni shuffled backwards until
horse and man emerged from beneath the voluminous swells of her dress.
Then, curling her legs beneath herself, she sat down and considered more
closely her diminutive champion.
"Who should be rescuing who here?" Tasgeni finally asked.
"What?" yelped Symfrall with indignation. "I came here in pursuit of
that thrice damned worm, expecting to come to the aid of some royal
maiden, not some...some...aaaaa" Tasgeni's countenance was bland, but
her fingers were drumming incessantly upon her knee. "Aaaaaaaa...soooo,
what evil magic brought thee to this plight?" He finished quickly.
Tasgeni frowned and harumphed. "Yon dragon cast me within his
treasure vault. There I chanced upon this potent talisman," and
she touched the snake with her fingers. "It has been a mixed blessing.
Without this change I would now be bloating the belly of the worm.
But these are not the proportions of a lady of the court. I would
return to my original size."
"Hast thou attempted the removal of the charm?" asked Symfrall.
"Of course," snapped Tasgeni.
"I could hack at it with Valorja," suggested Symfrall.
"I would like to consider other options first."
"Are thee up to some travelling?"
"To where?" asked Tasgeni.
"Nogcunmanodin's vale," said Symfrall.
"Gesundheit."
"What? Nonononono. The wizard, Nogcunmanodin. He who forged my sword
Valorja. My mentor. The wisest man west of the Kallera Mountains."
"You know," mused the Princess. "At my current size the Kallera
really aren't that far..."
It was a measure of Symfrall's doughtiness that he was able to
silence the giantess with a glare and a frown. An effect that was
quickly demolished, however, as Tasgeni giggled at her little knight.
"Apologies, sir champion," she sighed. "Let us test the knowledge
of thy teacher. I'll not malign him again. When shall we start?"
"Now would be best," said Symfrall. "Lest the dragon return
with a more dire mode of attack." He glanced at the brown lump that
was his magnificent war stallion. "There is a problem, though."
"Nay," answered Tasgeni. "Not if pride can bend to the moment."
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Bitumen plotted.
This is something that dragons are really, really good at. They own
the cunning, the evil and the patience to pull together some supremely
inspired ideas. Unfortunately for the cause of darkness, Bitumen's
head was still ringing from being thwacked! over the horizon, and
he wasn't able to dream up anything more wicked than to try and get
a rival kingdom to wage war against the Princess' realm.
A quick reference to his political map listed Draxis as the neighboring
power with the resources and the mettle to carry out such a plan. And
the lord of the land, Hablrod, was listed in the Naddle Yark Times' Top
Ten most evil monarchs. Such a man would be capable of anything. It
was a better piece of luck than such scanty and disingenuous planning
deserved. But dragons are also opportunists. Bitumen filled an old
canvas bag with ice, strapped it to his throbbing head, and launched
himself in the general direction of Draxis.
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It was an unusual mode of travel.
Tasgeni cradled the unconscious Domhona in her arm, whilst Symfrall
rode upon her bare shoulder with a strand of her golden hair wrapped
twice around his waist. This position was doubly fortuitous since it
offered Symfrall an unparalleled view of the land, and removed the
necessity of prolonged bouts of shouting.
By his reckoning, the Princess at a comfortable stride made speed
at nearly three times the haste of a horse at full gallop. Nor was
she defeated by rivers, chasms or dense thickets. Symfrall was more
than a little daunted by such a casual display of prowess, but to
his surprise, he found himself enjoying the lesson; certainly no one
else had ever been able to overtop him as did this gentle giantess.
For her part, Tasgeni's attention was divided between watching
where she was going, and trying not to dislodge her passengers with
any sudden shifts or movements. When Symfrall was very still she
could barely detect him upon her shoulder, but denied herself the
luxury of a glance, lest her chin send the knight tumbling from his
perch. Instead she contented herself with questions about the path,
and if Symfrall wondered at the frequency of her inquiries, he never
mentioned it.
All in all it was a swift and uneventful journey, with only two
exceptions of any note. The first came when they passed through the
borough of Eltavera. The county's village was nestled between the
steep ridges of the southern most extent of the Kallera, and Symfrall
was insistent that they take this route. Thus the good citizens were
the first in Prattle to see the giant Princess, and they dealt with
the visit like they might any invasion or plague.
"Where are my people?" asked Tasgeni.
"Likely in their wine cellars," chuckled Symfrall. "And if they be
as normal as they are kind-hearted, may they at least grant us one
blessing amidst their comforts. Now, hasten as ye may, but not in
leu of caution."
Then Tasgeni moved through the streets of the tiny burg, stepping as
carefully as she might, her skirts raised so that she might better
follow the motions of her feet. It took several minutes to navigate
the winding carriage-ways, and once she had to step over a row of homes
to avoid a long detour, but the town escaped any more serious damage
than a single flattened wain to mark her passage.
Still, for long the people sat in their cellars and tested the
wines, and waited until the earth ceased to rumble, and the dust stopped
sifting from the ceiling, before they emerged to gossip over the
amazing visitation.
The second event was not nearly as perilous, but quite a shock
none-the-less; for a few miles later Domhona woke up. Tasgeni felt the
stallion stir and twitch, and she began to say something to Symfrall
when the horse went berserk. Stooping down she let the animal tumble
down her skirts to the ground, and tried to corral him within the
expanse of her arms.
Symfrall didn't realize there was trouble until Tasgeni's shoulder
dropped out from under him like the hangman's trap. He quickly saw
the problem, though, and unsheathing Valorja liberated himself from
Tasgeni's single strand of hair. Resheathing the humming sword he
dove forward, intending to clear the Princess' bodice and follow his
stallion's path to the ground. Misfortune seized the moment, his aim
proved inadequate to the task, and he disappeared feet first into
Tasgeni's ample cleavage with a muffled oath.
The Princess, for her part, squeaked in surprise, and nearly lost
track of Domhona. She debated grabbing the horse and then fishing out
her champion turned peeping Tom, but she distrusted her strength, and
instead leaned forward, thinking that a wise Symfrall would not linger
in his current predicament.
In fact, Symfrall was at a momentary loss, for until she bowed down
Tasgeni's breasts held him in an exceedingly warm, soft and inescapable
prison. And he, with his arms raised over his head, had no way to
gain purchase or wriggle free. But when she bent her body he was able
to slide to the material of her dress, and using his fingers crawled
up and out of that intimate embrace. With a final pull Symfrall
tumbled down Tasgeni's dress into the ring made of her arms. A quick
glance at her lovely face convinced him that he should marshal his best
answer whilst attending to calming Domhona.
It was his good luck that Domhona took a great deal of cajoling and
soothing before he suffered to stand still. It was better luck that
Tasgeni was herself permitted to calm a little, being perhaps somewhat
mollified by Symfrall's obvious concern for his steed. Being a Princess,
however, means never having to forgive anyone, and when Domhona was
quiescent enough to graze, she drew away a little and motioned to her
champion to follow.
"Now, sirrah," she whispered. "Your horse I can pardon, but what of
thy own misadventures?"
"Your forgiveness, Princess," said Symfrall. "In my haste to see to
the needs of my charger I mistook my fall and dishonored thee. There
is nothing for it but for thou to take whatever punishment thee deem
fitting. But I would beg of thee that ye postpone thy judgement until
I can absolve my prior duty to thee, and deliver thee to the wisdom of
wizard Nogcunmanodin."
Tasgeni's eyes glittered, and she stifled a smile, for the words were
proper in form, though maybe a bit too proud. Still, there was within
her no intention of harming Symfrall. But the promise of his absolution
offered in words near to an oath, intrigued her, and she thought a
moment.
"Very well, sir Champion. I will restrain my judgment, but thy
penitence is in my hands, and we will speak of this at some later
time of my own choosing."
"So be it," said Symfrall. And for that time nothing more was said
of it.
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Nogcunmanodin cast the bones. They rattled and tumbled and fell into
a pile, and he stared at them long.
"'Big things'," he mumbled. "Dratted things," he said gathering them
up into his hand. "Can't be any more specific, huh? Why do you think
scrying's so damned popular. None of these half answers. Now, deliver,
or I'll get a goat." And he tossed the bones.
"Lessee, lessee," muttered the wizard. "`Don't look now, but there is
a giant princes'...huh?" For at that very moment a shadow passed over
the sun, as though blocked by a cloud of prodigious depth.
Nogcunmanodin held out a hand and looked up. Straight into the
inquiring face of Tasgeni. "Whoa," said the wizard. "Look at this, look
at this," He cried, pointing from the bones to the giantess. "A
mountain shows up on my doorstep and all you can say are `big things'?
Fah! dratted dragon bones have a mind of their own." And he tossed them
away. A moment later, as if remembering his company, his pointed up an
accusing finger and yelled, "I hope you're not standing on my azaleas!"
Tasgeni glanced down, started a bit guiltily, and moved a step to the
left. She hesitated a moment, as though listening to some voice, raised
her hands to her shoulder, then lowered them to a space a few yards
in front of the wizard. Opening them she released Symfrall, who stumbled
off her fingers, and stopped to brush the dust from his armor.
"Symfrall Sanderson," growled Nogcunmanodin. "Don't you know it's
dangerous to lead an interesting life?"
"Teacher, the interesting things seek me out, not I them."
"Yah, `tis always been like that with you. Well, come on, come on,
spin this tale for me, only make it quick, I haven't had breakfast yet."
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Nogcunmanodin stared up at Tasgeni, mulling over the things that had
been told to him. "Alright, lass," he finally called. "Boost me up so
that I may more closely examine this charm about you."
Tasgeni frowned at the familiarity, but lowered her hand for the
wizard to embark upon, and lifted him up next to her arm. Nogcunmanodin
stepped forward and tapped the magical snake with his fist. Pulling out
a short wand he muttered something over it and pressed it against the
golden scales. Nothing happened. Examining the wand the wizard invoked
a stronger spell, his voice rising in volume and authority, and this time
he struck the snake with all his might. The gold shimmered a moment, then
faded.
"Strong stuff," said Nogcunmanodin, and stepping off Tasgeni's open
palm he drifted back down to the entrance of his cave. "Bide a moment
while I muster more potent artillery," he called, and vanished into the
darkness.
Tasgeni glanced down at Symfrall. "Are thou sure he can help?" she asked.
Symfrall held out his hands in a gesture of resignation. "I know of
none better," he answered. "And even if he cannot loose the spell of his
own power, I would be amazed if he could not at least instruct us in some
other way to dislodge it."
At that moment the wizard emerged from his cave, dragging a silver staff
of grand proportions. "Holla! Princess, could you grant me another lift
to yonder conundrum?" A moment later he was puffing from exertion as he
tried to lift the staff into an upright posture. Stopping to regain his
composure, Nogcunmanodin began to chant, and as he chanted the staff grew
lighter or he stronger, and he raised it high with one hand. The golden
snake began to glow, pulsing in rhythm with the voice of the wizard, its
emanations throbbing faster and faster, until with a terrific whack! he
brought the staff down upon the snake. Thunder sounded in the distance
and the head of the snake rose from its place and hissed venomously at
Nogcunmanodin. He struck it several times, but the charm stayed put, its
jewel encrusted tongue stabbing at the air. Finally the wizard dropped
his arm, his chant guttered away into silence, but the snake was still
enlivened, and still hissed softly, now and again.
"`Tis no use," proclaimed the wizard. "This spell was cast in ernest
and nothing may dissuade it, but to see it to fruition. Giant's of the
north wrought this charm in the ancient past, and imbued it with the
strength of Midgard's serpent. Now, though their days be long passed,
still this magic has potency beyond the manna I can command."
"What then," asked Tasgeni softly, "is needed to complete the spell?"
"Let us find out," said Nogcunmanodin, and pointing the staff at the
head of the snake, he spoke a word of command. For a moment the snake
paused, then slowly it began to reach its head towards the wizard. For
a moment Tasgeni was of a mind to catch the snake within her fingers
and try to unravel it. But Nogcunmanodin, reading her intentions, raised
a hand of warning against her, and waited while the mouth of the snake
came near to the side of his head.
For a long moment the snake and the wizard stood thus, the forked
tongue flickering into view as the snake spoke words of instruction
into the ear of the wizard. Nogcunmanodin stiffened, and his face grew
strained as he took in the words. Finally, the snake withdrew, and
returned to its abode about the arm of the Princess, and all semblance of
life departed from it.
But the wizard seemed in some kind of shock, and at a loss for words
gestured his will be returned to the ground. Tasgeni complied, and
she and Symfrall watched the wizard walk stiff-legged into his cave.
A moment later unrestrained laughter roared from the entrance, loud
and wild. Tasgeni turned a frown of displeasure upon Symfrall, who
shrugged in confusion, but wisely said nothing. And after a long while
the peal of merriment diminished into silence, and Nogcunmanodin stepped
back into the sunshine.
"I've learned how to break the spell," he declared. "But you may not
like it."
Nogcunmanodin spoke quickly, detailing the instructions of the snake,
outlining the course of the spell, and the only way that it could be
broken.
"There's no hope for it," said the wizard. "The afflicted must couple
in love for the spell to unwind to completion."
"Surely, thou jest," said Symfrall.
"Nay, student, I am in deadly ernest."
"What of my oath of celibacy?"
"Did you swear thus before a holy man?"
"Nay, I was alone, under the stars."
"Then though it be a thing of worth, it pales before the greater demands
of your duty to this lady. If she asks it of you, you must set it aside."
"But the size of her. `Twould be like attending to the desires of an
earthquake."
"Aye," said Nogcunmanodin. "But what I have seen she already holds
you in more esteem than you deserve, and thoughts that you deem un-maidenly
already occur to her."
"Is it the affect of the charm?"
"I could not tell you," said the wizard. "But Tasgeni means to have
you, and who says `no' to the earthquake when she decides to dance? Not
thee, I think."
"Are you enjoying this?" asked Symfrall.
The wizard's face broke into a wide grin and he nodded, "Quite."
Tasgeni listened carefully to the explanations of the wizard, and
showed neither surprise, nor concern, nor abhorrence. Instead, she turned
her considerable attention upon Symfrall.
"I claim the price of judgment for thy earlier uninvited visitation upon
my person," Tasgeni commanded. "Thou shall set aside this lesser oath of
thy celibacy and lay with me, so that I may rid myself of this irksome size."
"But what of thy father's wishes?"
"The king is not, himself, larger than a castle."
"Is there no Prince for you?"
"None now court me, I am uninitiated in the motions of love."
"What? Am I expected to carry battle to your maidenhead? For of a
certainty, naught less than a battering ram could suffice against thy
current proportions."
"Nay," said Tasgeni, her eyes glittering dangerously. "My proof was
broken of its own accord a number of years ago. I'll not trouble thee
will the details. But thou shall find no impediment betwixt me and thee."
"Drat," muttered Symfrall. "I mean: fine, fine, upon what earth
shall the, uh, happy event transpire?"
Tasgeni's reached down and caught up her little lover-to-be, "I know
of just the place."
Who Says `No' to the Earthquake? #2
by Scott Grildrig
The story of a giantess Princess continues
Update: 23/10/1997 to giantess
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It was an achingly beautiful spot.
The Clearmoor was born here, leaping like a deer from the hills into
a wide deep basin of blue water. Soft meads, and wide flowing meadows
surrounded the lake, and were themselves contained within the arms of
a forest of tall evergreens. Tasgeni carefully picked her way amongst
the trees, bemoaning every crunch! and snap! of another trunk trodden
flat with no more moment than a daisy. But with the minimum of damage,
she made her way to the edge of the lake, and there knelt down within her
dress.
"`Tis is gentle view," shouted Symfrall.
"Aye," smiled the Princess, "I came here often as a child. Twas deemed
safer to let me sport here, than near to the other places where enemies
might chance."
"I can almost imagine that," said Symfrall, who took a measure of the
sun and wondered if six more hours of small talk could save him from
a truly unique experience.
A half hour later, the Princess began to suspect his strategy.
"Enough," chided Tasgeni, "I'll not be getting any smaller with all of
this long talk. Now then, who shall divest themselves first, thee or me?"
Symfrall dug his toe into her palm and tried to look thoughtful.
Tasgeni's eyes flashed. "Very well," she said, and she set Symfrall
down upon the grassy earth, before standing up to her full mountain height,
"Let it be me." And Symfrall watched as she reached behind her neck and
unclasped some buttons. Pulling the dress down a little, she followed the
line of buttons down her left shoulder, then slowly eased the fabric down
passed her bodice. More buttons on her left had to be parted before she
was able to clear her waist and step out of the heavy material. A careless
kick of her foot sent the enormous pile sailing several hundred feet
away, right to the verges of the evergreen forest. But Symfrall's eyes
never strayed from his colossal Princess. She now began to remove the
other accoutrements: girdle, bodice and corset, that certainly no other
man had ever seen. There was, however, no hint of modesty or chastity
within the glance of the Princess, and she continued to rid herself of
all her clothing, even kicking off her shoes, leaving her clad only in
her powder blue stockings. Then, reaching up she undid the pins that
held her hat, cast that aside, and let her long blonde tresses cascade
down to the small of her back.
Symfrall was enchanted. His giant Princess towered over him with her
arms set lightly upon her wide hips. Her stockinged feet were sunk
into the soft earth, and spread wide enough to taunt his gaze, which
traveled slowly up the impossibly long length of her legs. His eyes
locked a moment with the beautiful sight of her womanhood, nestled
within a triangular forest of lush auburn locks. Tasgeni `tched' her
tongue
and Symfrall guiltily resumed his visual ascent, admiring the flatness
of her belly, and the unexpected expression of muscles. The lady was
strong at any size, but lady she was as evidenced by the prodigious swell
of her breasts. Again Symfrall found his eyes engaged with something
beyond his keen, and Tasgeni mesmerized him by slowly twisting from side
to side, affording her little lover a view of her every least curve.
Her nipples bespoke clearly of her arousal at being thus surveyed by
her small knight, but another click of her tongue brought Symfrall's
gaze up into the ocean blue depths of her own. She smiled down at the
tiny man, "It's thy turn, sir knight." And she knelt down, and bent
forward until her lovely face was hardly a score of feet away, so that
she might be the best possible audience for Symfrall's disclosure.
Symfrall was nervous about this.
An oath of celibacy is a wonderful thing when you're fighting monsters,
because it encourages you to channel energy into your sword arm. This
isn't a sexual thing, though it is hormonal, if you want to take on some
demon, you'd better have everything in order, and you better not be
distracted by thoughts about your lover.
Conversely, while Symfrall had certainly given thought to the fairer
sex, this thought had usually cast him in the roll of champion, or
rescuer, not in the roll of mouse. Standing now under Tasgeni's frank
and open appraisal, he was self-conscious as all hell, and in no good
position to do anything about it. So, brave man that he was, he removed
his armor and his clothing, and prepared himself for the worst.
The Princess did not laugh, though it would be unfair to report that
some cruel thoughts didn't run through her mind. Thankfully, lust won
out over wit, for one does not demean ones lover, no matter how small.
"Good sir knight," she whispered. "Come grant me a kiss." And she
lowered her head yet further.
Symfrall sighed, though with relief or resignation, even he could not
have told, and stepped forward to do as bid. The breath of his lady
washed over him like a sweet gale of summer. Her lips were more plush
than an Arabians pillows, warm and pliant to the touch. When Tasgeni's
hand pressed up behind him, he started, but could do nothing more. She
pinned him against her heady kiss, smothering him gently with her vast
attentions. When finally she raised her head, Symfrall was gasping for
air, while she just smiled down at him possessively.
His arms snapped out for purchase, when the giantess rose to her feet,
but she held him secure as she stepped into the lake, and sank into it,
sending a sudden wall of water crashing out into Clearmoor river. The
lake was marvelously deep, yet with the lady sitting it barely reached
the line made by her nipples. With a mischievous grin Tasgeni lowered
Symfrall into the chilly waters, and left him to fend for himself. He
swam well, and she made sport with him, twisting her shoulders and
poking at him with her nipples; sometimes dunking him, and sometimes
lifting him from the water. He took it in good stride, and dove deep to
elude her, but even his mighty lungs could not carry him far beyond her
reach, and she gleefully caught him each time and returned him close to
her ample bosom.
Nor was Symfrall completely the victim, for a lady's charms, no matter
how magnified, remain a thing of desire for any man. And no one was
more delighted than Tasgeni when she spotted the proof of her lover's
ardor, as his lifted himself on the generous swell of his Princess'
breast.
Unwilling to prolong the sweet agony any further, Tasgeni picked up
Symfrall and carefully deposited him upon the grassy meadow. "Bide a
moment, dear heart," she said. "Whilst I finish with my dunking."
And Symfrall watched in amazement as the Princess leaned forward and
submerged herself beneath the lake, only for a moment, as the position
was awkward. Sputtering and laughing she sprang back up, flinging her
long hair out of the waters, casting a veritable cloudburst over the
forest behind her. Then, like a mountain marching on the horizon,
Tasgeni rose up out of the lake to her great height, and the level of
the lake now reached scarcely to her knees. Water crashed down from
her nude body, but she paid it no heed as she twisted her hair, coaxing
yet more thunderous rain from its silken strands.
The sun glistened upon her as she smiled down at Symfrall, who was
now completely enthralled by his towering mistress. That fascination
was still measured in caution, though, and when she waded towards him,
churning the lake into froth with her motions, he backed up what seemed
to him a considerable distance. It wasn't even a full stride on
Tasgeni's scale, and stepping out of the waters she slowly kneeled
forward, bracketing Symfrall between her folded legs, setting her
womanhood almost directly over him. That in itself was a sight that
took some getting used to. Symfrall's gaze wandered from the prodigious
thighs of the Princess, to her cunt, up to the vast swell of her breasts,
back to her cunt, up to her smiling face, and finally back to her cunt.
"My love," he said. "Meaning no disrespect, but thy charms scare
me," he finished, pointing at the conjunction of her thighs.
Tasgeni flashed her teeth at her diminutive lover. "Well it should
sir knight, for she shall have to embrace thee most intimately if I am
to overthrow the spell and resume more delicate proportions."
Symfrall stared for a moment at the auburn framed flower of his
Princess, then slapped his hands together, as if in preparation for
some heroic effort, and stated, "So be it. But if ye could accommodate
me in some less inaccessible position, I would see this work to
fruition."
"Nay," smiled the Princess. "Though ye are small, and I am enamored
of thee, it would be unwise for me to invest myself around thee yet. My
passions must be fanned still hotter until my flows are sufficiently
generous to let me take thee easily."
"I see," said Symfrall, who clearly did not, and who was beginning to
realize that he was in for something rather more strenuous than a quick
investigation of his giant lady's nethers. "Ummmm, sooooo?"
Tasgeni moved around Symfrall, an action not unlike a mountain doing
a pirouette around a mouse, but which positioned the knight between
his lady and the lake. Laying prone upon the warm earth, the Princess
brought her face down close to her lover. "Let us commence with another
kiss," she suggested huskily.
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Making love is rather like dancing.
If even one of the participants is lacking in skills, injuries can occur,
more often to the sensibilities than to the body. Both Tasgeni and
Symfrall had ardor to spare, and threw themselves into their passions with
a frenzy. However, neither had much experience, a matter somewhat
exacerbated by their difference in size. Symfrall found himself frustrated
by being unable to apply caresses using anything other than his full
strength.
While Tasgeni struggled constantly to keep her unimaginable size and
strength in check, lest Symfrall be broken by her in a careless moment.
Thus is was that Tasgeni pinned and threatened to smother Symfrall
more than once with an opened mouthed kiss. While the relatively tiny
man found himself assailing his love with strength normally reserved
for berserker attacks.
After about an hour, Tasgeni was horny enough to fuck a tree, and
Symfrall felt like he'd run the marathon.
"We...we...we need...need...need a plan," gasped Symfrall.
"Thou hast my fullest attention," said Tasgeni, as she idly prodded
Symfrall's proud cock with an enormous finger tip.
"Bide a moment," panted Symfrall, slapping at her finger.
Tasgeni growled loudly, pushed the tiny man onto his back with a
flick, and bent her head over him, opening her mouth to give him a
kiss that would melt his bones.
"Nay! Nay!" shouted Symfrall, scuttling out from under Tasgeni like
a crab. "I mean, not yet," he amended upon seeing her eyes narrow.
"Please, my lady. This sport spends me, and satisfies thee not. I
would rethink our notions, and try again."
"Something needs to be done," sighed the Princess. Symfrall watched
as she sat up and probed her cunt. "I am still not ready to take thee
into myself."
Symfrall mentally girded his loins, and started walking towards the
colossal `V' made of Tasgeni's legs. Tasgeni watched him, then noted
that she was half self-consciously covering herself with her hand.
Biting lightly upon her lower lip she removed her hand. The sudden
unveiling made Symfrall hesitate, and he stopped just within the
line of Tasgeni's knees. He felt so incredibly small and vulnerable,
the Princess loomed over him like a soft curving cliff. Her enormous
breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her breath. Her blue eyes
watched him closely.
Sensing his change of heart, Tasgeni reached out, gently placing her
fingers behind Symfrall's back, and with soft but insistent strength
pressed him forwards towards the awesome presence of her cunt. It
was a colossus of form, lush with auburn hairs framing the lofty rise
of her lips, themselves distended and out of place, revealing to
Symfrall something of what lay within. Tasgeni pushed him to within
inches of her huge cunt, then withdrew her hand.
Despite her concern, Symfrall saw that there was moisture upon the
lips of her vulva. The scent of her from this close was heady and
potent. He was daunted, and looked up at Tasgeni.
"Open me," she commanded.
Symfrall whistled softly and squared his shoulders. Reaching out he
stroked her great labia, feeling their silkiness. Overhead Tasgeni
sighed as she felt his touch. Emboldened by her response Symfrall
placed his hands somewhat within the space between the lips, and plying
his strength, parted them. It was heavy work, and the flesh was slick
so that he was afeared of losing his grip, but he shifted The Princess's
labia by a good inch, and peered inside. Her lips pealed open from
the outside, but stuck together further in. And, having never seen the
intimates of a woman, Symfrall was at a loss as to whether he was seeing
anything new at all.
Tasgeni was able to feel something of the results of Symfrall's labor,
and sensed that he had not the stature to unveil her innermost charms.
"Step back, my love," she warned Symfrall. Who jumped aside, and watched
in amazement as the giantess reached down and effortlessly pealed herself
open with her fingers. It was quite a revelation. Symfrall spotted the
great puckering of Tasgeni's vagina, and quailed at the sense of tightness
that it conveyed. However, the purpose of the smaller orifice above it
eluded him. Nor was the function of the swollen, hooded nub above both
of them made clear at a glance.
Tasgeni was more than happy to enlighten him.
"This is the way drink passes from my body," she instructed him, pointing
to her urethra. "This methinks thou recognizes as the chamber thou must
explore to break the spell. It is deep and when wet will admit all of
thee with ease." And as if to comfort him she pressed a finger into
herself,
lolling it about. Symfrall was not comforted.
"While there is pleasure in being filled," she continued. "This is the
truer seat of passion." And she stroked her clitoris with her fingertip.
Symfrall was still daunted. "Art there any other gates into thy ardor?"
he asked, hopefully.
"Yes, dear heart," answered Tasgeni, a little teasingly. "Same as any
bawdy ballad might have instructed thee." She reached down and grasped
Symfrall gently with her fingers. And laid back down, holding him up
high above her stretched out body.
"Explore me all," she commanded. "Be comfortable with me. I'll not have
thee shrieking in terror when thou are thrust whole and living into
myself."
And she set him down in the valley between her breasts.
Symfrall began to realize that Tasgeni not only dominated him, but she
seemed to be taking great pleasure in it. That put things more in the
perspective of a challenge. Something Symfrall thought his could handle.
The skin of the Princess was warm beneath his feet, and gave slightly.
An unusual sensation. He glanced at the hill-like breasts that bracketed
him, then raced down the Princesses throat, and sprang lightly into the
air, up onto her chin. Moving carefully he stepped across her closed
lips onto her cheek, and looked down into her right eye.
Tasgeni was hard put to focus on her miniature lover, but she managed
and was not shy about studying Symfrall's manhood. Symfrall stared
back at her, mesmerized by the beauty of her eye. The blue was revealed
to contain minute flecks of green and brown. It glistened in a lively
fashion, and winked at him slowly. Bending to his knees he reached out
slowly, and Tasgeni shut her lids so he could touch them. Her lashes
were black as coal, and thick. When the eye snapped open again he
started. Her pupil was dilated, and looked vast enough to engulf him,
but it quickly shrank from the light. Stepping back, Symfrall stroked
her nose, feeling it shift against his hand in time to each great draught
of air that passed through her. Crossing her lips again, Symfrall sat
down within the hollow above her chin, his legs dangling upon either side
of her jaw. Reaching out his lightly caressed her lips.
Tasgeni groaned and bit at her lower lip with her teeth.
"Thou'st tickles me," she whispered.
Symfrall murmured an apology and leaned forward upon her lips, spreading
his arms wide. Tasgeni lightly kissed Symfrall's chest, then playfully
poked at him with her tongue. The knight pushed himself up and batted
at the fleshy thing, which darted back into its nook. Symfrall struck
Tasgeni's lips with mock blows, then clenching her jaw with his thighs
and pushing upon her upper lip with his arms, tried to gain access.
Tasgeni complied by opening her mouth, and nearly scared Symfrall to
death. Had it not been for the strength of his legs, he might have
tumbled forward into that warm, wet chasm. Tasgeni's breath roared over
him, hot and sweet. And Symfrall, disdaining his terror, peere
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