The night was starting to get a little chilly, not uncommon for these early days of spring, but I was not bothered. My warm cloak and the knowledge that I would be back in my hometown in just a few hours protected me against the cool night air. Ah, home. I hadn't seen it in years, ever since I left to study magic at the Academy, but every night I'd spent in the crowded capital city had seen me yearning for the calm and quiet evenings of Woodsboro.
After I first left I had dreamt for weeks of the light and crispy pastries that the baker sold, the equal of which was nowhere to be found in the capital. Even now I could taste them on my tongue and feel their crunch on my teeth, as close as I was to home.
So enraptured was I in my nostalgia that it took me a moment to notice that my horse had stopped. When I finally did notice I frowned and stuck my foot forward to give it a good nudge from my seat in the cart, but still it did not budge! As far as horses go this one was not particularly smart, but you get what you pay for and Academy students aren't known to be swimming in gold, such alchemy having not yet been perfected by our illustrious professors.
And so it was that I was that I found myself stuck on the road, the night growing ever darker around me and my beloved pastries so nearly within my grasp. It was only after I'd given the horse a stern lecture on the virtues of moving forward that I thought to check why it might have stopped. Lo and behold, for once on my long journey the silly animal had actually stopped for a good reason. I conjured up a ball of light in my palm and surveyed the road ahead of me. Splayed out across the dirt was nothing but a giant's belly, toned and firm from living off the land.
Ah, of course. I had been so captured by all of the excellent and lovely features of my village that I had simply ignored those qualities that made it less desirable. But now they all came flooding back to me. The mosquitoes in the summer, the noteworthy lack of any bookstore, and, of course, our local giantess. The way I'd heard it she had been abandoned by her tribe and had wandered down from the mountains in which such creatures usually lived to settle in the forests around our humble town.
However, in my youth I discovered that there was a reason why humans and giants lived so far apart. I had distinct memories of whole fields worth of crops being trampled by the giantess whenever she tried to enter the town. I'd heard stories of her terrorizing merchants on their way into town, although I suspected that most of those were somewhat exaggerated. As someone who was magically gifted in a town that rarely saw such a quality in its children, I understood what it was to mean well, but always seem to produce bad results from your uncoordinated efforts.
Any thoughts of understanding, however, were overshadowed by one simple truth. Right now this oversized bitch was sleeping inbetween me and my pastries! Annoyed by this, I left the cart and gave her a swift kick to the side, but to no effect. The giantess continued to sleep comfortably. Frustrated to no end, I began to conjure up a blast of magical energy, but some rational part of me realized that waking a sleeping giantess by attacking her was probably not one of my better ideas. I sighed and pulled out my pocket watch, an enchanting project from my third year. It was getting late and wolves would probably begin to roam these woods before I could make it to the town. It was probably safest, then, that I should set up camp for the night. Fortunately, I had stopped in the perfect spot. No wolf or goblin would risk coming so close to a giantess just to nibble on my meager flesh.
I tossed a blanket over my mentally challenged horse and fed him some hay before curling up in the back of my cart.
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I woke with a start to the sound of breathing above me. Oh no, I thought, it can't be.
It was.
My unknowing guardian for the night had woken up before me and was surveying me up close with an eye the size of my head. I had never noticed it when I was younger, but she did have beautiful eyes. A sort of aquamarine with a cute brown freckle in the left one. They were the sort of eyes that you could just get lost in- No! Now was not the time for such thoughts, now was the time for action!
I jumped up, ready to defend myself in case some of the crueler stories about her activities were true. But if she noticed the crackling ball of energy in my right hand she didn't seem bothered by it.
Instead, she was downright apologetic. "Did I sleep on the road again?" she asked nervously. "Oh no! It's so small that I'm never quite sure where it is..." She stood up to her full imposing height and looked off into the distance. "Oh gosh, this is the road. I am so sorry!" She called back down to me. "Let me just take you the rest of the way, I'm sure I slowed you down enough already."
Take me the rest of the way? I wondered, discovering only too late what she meant.
"Oh! No no no!" I yelled as a giant hand reached down and lifted my cart into the air, another hand wrapping itself around my horse. She either didn't hear me or didn't care, however, as she held me and my poor horse just above tree level and started towards Woodsboro at a pace that no horse and cart could have matched.
Sighing, I resigned myself to my fate and sat back down. My stupid horse, however, seemed completely unphased by his predicament, being carried like a pet mouse. Instead, he was preoccupied with trying to nip the highest leaves from the trees as they flew by. As absurd as my situation was, I couldn't help but chuckle at this. At least the horse had some comedic value.
"Hey!" I yelled up at my bearer. She must not have heard me, since she continued forward without so much as a glance towards the cart in her right hand.
Then, remembering the spell for projecting one's voice, I whispered to myself. "Sonarus," and tried again.
"Hey!" I shouted once more.
This time she heard me and looked down, surprised. "Yes?" she asked in a tone so polite it would make the Emperor's butler jealous.
I hadn't been expecting that and I began to feel bad about the confrontational tone I had addressed her with. "Well, um, I think my horse is hungry..."
She looked over at her left hand and giggled at the stupid horse's attempts to catch the fleeting bits of green. We stopped for a moment so that she could lower him down a bit where he could eat comfortably. This moment of tenderness gave me pause. I'd never really seen her this close before. She had certainly grown while I'd been away. Her breasts, wrapped in wide piece of cloth, had become fuller and more pronounced and her hips had grown wider. Really, she had developed just as I, or any other girl at the Academy, had over these past years. Well, except in her case developing meant that her breasts were as wide around as I was tall and her hips were big enough to fill a modest cabin and then some.
My oblivious horse had apparently eaten his fill because we soon took up our course towards Woodsboro once more.
"I'm surprised you spoke with me," my giantess said, lifting me up to the level of her eyes. "People don't usually do that."
"Well they might be trying," I pointed out. "The only reason you heard me is because I magically amplified my voice."
She gasped, her mouth agape in wonder. "You're a witch?!"
"Well not yet. I'm still just an apprentice now. I need a few years of field experience before I'll be certified as a proper witch," I explained, not sure how exactly I'd come to have a conversation with this creature that I had regarded with great suspicion only a few years ago. "That's why I'm coming back to Woodsboro," I went on. "There are actually a lot of herbs around here with latent magical properties and I want to try exploring that."
So while my classmates had gone off to research various complex spells, seek out cecaelia and other rare magical creatures, or just taken up any one of the lucrative jobs that could be done with only an apprenticeship in magic, I had returned to the backwoods region that was my home. My professors had been skeptical, but I really hoped to do some good around here. That and a powerful case of homesickness had driven me back home and, apparently, into the palm of the local giantess.
"I'm Rosaline, by the way," I said, trying to be polite.
"Lily," she smiled. "I think I'd better drop you off here, they don't like it if I get too close."
I turned around to see that we were already at the edge of town, having crossed a distance that would have taken me hours by horse in certainly no more than 30 minutes.
"Oh wow." I couldn't help myself, my coveted pastries now so close. "Thank you!" I said earnestly as she put me and my stupid horse down on the road.
"It's the least I could do." Then with a smile and a wave she walked back into the forest and disappeared from my vision as quickly as we'd come upon my home.
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My parents were glad to see me after we'd been separated for so many years. I'd even been so kind as to bring two pastries for them. They wanted to hear all about the Academy and the capital. Was I a witch now? Had I met the Emperor? Was I going to be famous?
I answered all their questions as best I could and regaled them with tales of life at the heart of the empire, although I left out the details on the final miles of my journey. There was no need to worry them unnecessarily, after all.
And so in some ways my life in Woodsboro returned to normal. I slept in my old bed, helped my mother with the chores, and visited all of my old haunts. In other ways, though, my life was vastly different. I was spending a great deal of time in the woods now, cataloging the various plants that were so far unknown to mainstream magical academia. By night I was running tests to discern their magical properties. On the whole most of them were just plants, but a leaf here and a berry there yielded occasionally interesting results.
On top of my magical work, I had begun to plead with my father to permit my help in the field. A magically-assisted farm would produce much more succulent crops than he could hope to do on his own. Still, my father clung to tradition and, perhaps, some memories of my botched attempts to "help" with untempered magics. He insisted on managing the farm by himself.
Still, he was getting old and was no longer capable of handling the farm like he once had. This became evident one afternoon when a shout from the field interrupted my work. I left my collection of crushed herbs and other reagents in their mortar and rushed out to find my father clutching his back, collapsed in the dirt.
"Father!" I called out as I drew nearer to him.
"I'm fine!" he said quickly, moving to stand up. But whatever injury he had sustained was still present and he quickly fell back to the ground.
"You're not!" I protested.
My mother had joined us in the field and had some clue of what the problem was. "It's your back again, isn't it! I told you to get that checked!"
I thought for a minute while my mother berated my crippled father, drawing upon my magical training for a solution to this problem. "There's a fruit," I interrupted. "I've seen it in the woods here. If I can find some, I can produce a potion that will heal you."
"It's really not that-" my father began to say, but my mother cut him off.
"If you can do something, please go, but be safe," she warned me, all too aware of the dangers that could lurk deeper in the forest.
"Don't worry," I smiled, conjuring a ball of blue flame in my hand for dramatic effect. "I can handle myself out there."
With my purpose in hand I hurried off into the woods. The fruit I was looking for was plump and orange and it grew on the branches of a tree with star-shaped leaves. I'd read about it at the Academy and we would use it often to brew healing potions for my classes. I had remembered seeing the fruit as a child wandering in the woods, but I hadn't thought much of it before my Academy training.
It was harder to find than I remembered, though. The forest had been greatly thinned around the town, hewn stumps replacing many of the old trees where the townsfolk had found a need for lumber. I had to go further into the woods, much further than I had ever gone as a child, to find this brilliant orange fruit.
Finally I happened across some star-shaped leaves on the ground below me. Looking up, I was greeted by a flash of orange. Only, it was so far up in the tree, the lower fruits having been eaten by the wildlife, leaving only pits and rotted segments of the orange flesh. The upper branches of the tree were far too thin to support my weight and the spells for flying or even levitating were well beyond my skill.
Hope began to fade from me only to be rekindled by the sound of my salvation: the crunching of enormous feet over the brush. My giantess was nearby.
"Sonarus. Hey! Hey, Lily!"
The crunching stopped and turned in my direction before a pair of great hands parted the leaves of the highest trees and Lily's face appeared above me, thick locks of dark brown hair framing her eyes.
"Rosaline!" she said smiling, apparently quite happy to see me.
I wasted no time explaining my situation. "Lily, I really hate to bother you, but I need one of these orange fruits for a potion! I'm a little short, so I can't reach them, but maybe you could help me?"
"Hmm," she paused to think for a few precious moments. "I'll help you, but I'd like you to come out and visit me if I do."
"What?" I was somewhat confused by her request.
"It gets awfully lonely here. None of the animals can talk and you humans don't like me very much, so I want you to come visit me, just so I have someone to talk to."
As far as requests go this wasn't so bad and I wanted the fruit desperately. "Of course I'll come visit you, now please help me!"
Lily settled down her knees, her silky smooth thighs no more than a few meters from me. "Wait," she said, "how will I find you when you come visit?"
"Ummm," I tried to find a solution quickly, my fruit nearly within my grasp "I'll enter the woods tomorrow evening and shoot up a fountain of blue sparks, so just look for those."
"OK," she smiled, satisfied. Before I could stop her she had wrapped her hands around the trunk of the star-leafed tree and yanked it from the ground.
"Oh, no! Lily I just needed-" I cut myself off, one of the precious fruits having landed right next to me. "Well, nevermind. Thank you so much!"
With that I left her and hurried home to brew my potion.
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I kept my promise and returned to the woods the next evening, shooting blue sparks up beyond the tree tops to mark my position. It wasn't long before the sound of great running steps was audible in the distance. And it grew louder rapidly, so rapidly that I shot another wave of sparks into the air just to avoid getting stepped on by the overeager giantess.
"You came! Eeeeee!" she squealed, dropping down on her elbows in front of me.
"Of course," I said, having already cast the spell to project my voice. "What kind of witch would I be if I didn't keep my promises?"
"A lying witch," she whispered dangerously, before giggling. Clearly that was a hobby of hers.
"Um, yeah," I answered absentmindedly, my attention drawn elsewhere. Her cloth-wrapped cleavage hung directly in front of me, the light of the setting sun illuminating a space between her breasts large enough for my whole body to fit into. The vision rekindled feelings in me that I'd had towards the other female members of my class. Of course romantic involvement within the Academy was explicitly forbidden, but that hadn't stopped me from dreaming about it. This sight, however, reignited those feelings and more. Had Lily been a normal sized human her breasts would still have been impressive, but at her actual size they were genuinely massive. Massive and right in front of me.
I was shaken from my stupor by a giant finger prodding me gently on the shoulder. "Rosaline? Rosaline, did you hear me? I asked where you learned magic."
"Oh- Oh right!" I said, turning my gaze purposefully off into the woods and snapping back into reality. "There's a great city far to the southwest, it's the capital of this empire and they have an Academy there to train young people who are magically gifted."
"Ooooh! Tell me more about the capital!"
I entertained her for the rest of the evening with stories about the great city, some of the quirky professors, and the few glimpses that I'd had of high society life. All the while working desperately hard to look at anything but her breasts.
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I began to see Lily several times a week. Whenever I would go into the forest I would shoot up a shower of blue sparks on the odd chance that she would spot them, and no longer because I felt obligated to repay her help with the fruit. Rather, I was beginning to feel affection for her. While interspecies romance was certainly not unheard of (and the subject of more than a few steamy volumes hidden away in the far corners of the Academy library) it was still a rarity. In no small part due to the severe difficulties involved in managing a life with someone vastly different from you. If I had found myself with this sort of situation in the city, I probably would've had the sense to refrain from pursuing her, but the truth was that I had begun to feel lonely in my hometown.
When I had left I was just one of the townsfolk. One of the odder citizens of Woodsboro, no doubt, but a friend to all her people nonetheless. Upon my return, however, I had become something different to them. I wasn't just the girl who had a little magic, I was a witch. A witch from a foreign city who worked strange magics with an uncanny precision. I wasn't the town's little girl anymore, I was someone new, someone who they did not know.
Perhaps this was how Lily felt.
And so we found ourselves walking together in the woods on one afternoon. Although "walking together" isn't quite an accurate description. Insead, she would watch as I scurried about the woods picking a leaf here or a thorn there, then she would scoot along after me as I moved further into the forest, exerting an obvious effort to move as slowly as I did. So enamoured was I with our conversation, my work, and - ahem - other things, that I didn't even notice the clouds blowing in from the north until the first breath of icy wind rushed through the trees.
Of course such blasts of cold were to be expected when you lived this far north, but never in my lifetime had one come so late in the spring. I was wearing a simple short-sleeved dress which was not nearly enough to keep me warm with temperature dropping so quickly.
Lily noticed my distress and scooted over to where I had been picking some pale white berries. "What's wrong?" she asked, a creature of her size mostly unphased by the cold.
"The temperature," I answered, running around to gather as much dry firewood as I could find on short notice. "It's starting to get really cold for me." I tossed my branches into a pile and threw fireball after fireball at it until it grew into a modest blaze. Still, these were mostly fresh branches off the wet spring trees and what little heat they did provide didn't take long to fizzle out into nothing more than a useless plume of smoke.
"Come here," Lily instructed, seeing my shivering.
She would be warm, no doubt, but I hesitated. It didn't feel right knowing that I'd get some sexual thrill from being held against her body.
Lily, however, was not going to let me freeze myself to death. Before I could protest she grabbed me with one hand and set me down in her cleavage.
"I've seen you staring at them," she said, rolling onto her side so that one warm breast pinned me against the other. "So I hope you don't mind waiting out the cold in there."
"Lily," I called up from her cleavage, "it's not right for me to take advantage of you like this. You can put me somewhere else if you want. Like, on your shoulder or something."
She smiled down at me and stroked the top of my head gently with one finger. "I want you to stay right where you are."
Hearing this I relaxed and let the warm flesh of her bosom slowly collapse around me until her breasts had completely enveloped everything below my head. The feeling was incredible, to be embraced completely without any effort from your partner. My arousal was deepened by the smell emanating from her cleavage. There were certain trees that grew in the area and were flowering at this time of year. Of course such trees stood in the way of her great breasts as she walked through the forest and so their scent was imparted to her.
I fell asleep that night snuggling between her warm breasts and listening to the soft thump thump of her heartbeat.
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When I awoke the next morning the blast of arctic air had passed and my comfortable bed was becoming just a little too warm. Craning my neck, I was able to see that Lily was still asleep, a warm smile on her face. Rather than wake the gentle giantess, I tried to squeeze out of my resting place on my own. The easiest path, as it turned out, was to push away from her chest and let gravity carry me the rest of the way.
I managed the pushing off part well enough, but gravity wasn't quite enough to get me past the cloth garment and over the peak of her breast. I began to wiggle my way down, but stopped when I bumped into something hard. A glance told me what was in my way: Lily's nipple, almost as large as my head, was blocking my descent. Part of me wanted to squeeze past and be done with it, but another more insistent part urged me to feel it, to be as close to her as I might be with a human lover.
And so I did, running my fingers over the silky skin and watching as it wrinkled to my touch. This, however, had been a mistake. Lily emitted a pouting sigh and her body began to shift. The reason for this became clear in a moment when her hand reached her breast, kneading me into her soft bosom while the thump thump of her heart began to quicken. The experience wasn't at all unpleasant, but I knew that if she wasn't careful I could easily be crushed, and I suspected that her groping was more the product of an erotic dream than it was a conscious sexual act.
"Lily, no!" Shit, of course she couldn't hear me. "Sonarus. Lily, wake up!"
Lily woke with a start and the kneading stopped immediately. I felt gravity shift around me as she stood up cautiously before shaking me out of her top and into her open palm.
"Oh no, Rosaline I'm so sorry!" She said, a look of worry etched on her lovely face. She lifted me up to her eyes for a careful inspection, but I threw my hands up to indicate that everything was fine.
"Don't worry, nothing's broken," I told her. Then blushing a little, "And the experience wasn't necessarily bad..."
And I thought my cheeks were red! The look on Lily's face was priceless, but another thought took me away from our tender moment.
Oh, Lily! Could you drop me off outside of town? My parents are probably worried sick."
She nodded and had me back at the edge of my family's farm in under ten minutes. The same trip had been the product of a few hours worth of foraging yesterday afternoon. Before I hopped off Lily's palm I left her with a single kiss on her ring finger, which sent the embarrassed giantess rushing back into the cover of the forest.
My mother's relief was palpable when I stepped through the door, but it didn't take long for that relief to turn into a dozen complaints about my behavior. Fortunately, I managed to avoid most of those by volunteering to help clean up the loose weeds and light branches that had blown all across the field in last night's terrible wind.
While I worked I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened last night. I knew that it was foolish to even consider a relationship with a giant and the dangers inherent in intimacy between us had become all too clear with this morning's close call. Oh, but how I yearned for her! And to know that she had feelings for me as well...
How could I resist?
That evening, after the field had been cleared and I had downed as much stew as I could manage, I hurried off into the woods once more, shooting sparks into the air until I could see Lily's ankles through the trees.
"You came back!" she exclaimed through rapid breaths. She must have come running as soon as she saw my sparks.
"Would you expect me not to? Now give me your hand, there's no need for you to scuff your knees and we should speak on the same altitude."
She looked a little surprised at how forward I was being, but complied and lowered her hand for me to step onto. After she'd lifted me up near her face she continued. "You left in quite a hurry, I just thought maybe- I mean, after last night I didn't know if you really felt the same way that I do."
It was difficult for her to share her feelings, having spent so much time alone, and so she began to look away out of shyness.
I snapped my fingers, sending sparks of magical energy flying, to get her attention back. "I enjoyed last night," I said tenderly. "And this morning," I added with an involuntary lip-bite. "That just wasn't a good time and you were still asleep."
"Well I'm awake now," she suggested, a newfound confidence visible in her face.
I smiled. "And I don't have anywhere that I need to be."
She surprised me with a wet kiss all over the side of my face, sending us both into a fit of giggles.
After the silliness of the moment had passed, Lily quickly found a nice open space and settled down in it, resting me gently on her belly.
An erotic experience had been delivered to us by circumstance the last time, but now with our feelings out in the open it was suddenly difficult to figure out how exactly we were supposed to please one another. There was an awkward minute where I just stood on her stomach and she looked down at me as though both of us simply expected arousal to appear when we required it.
Finally she spoke up, "You seemed to like these last night," she said coyly, lifting her back up slightly and reaching to undo the wrap that she had always worn when I was near. "And I liked having you on them." She pulled the wrap off in one swift motion, tossing it to the side where it landed on a low tree.
She brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them together suggestively, temporarily blocking my view of her face. This turned out to be an unnecessary, though appreciated, gesture, since I was open-mouthed in awe from the moment that she had released her incredible breasts from their cloth prison. Of course I'd known that they were big, but even the experience of being pressed between them last night hadn't given me a clear picture of their true size. Seeing them now, they were nearly as tall as I was, even with gravity flattening them down over her chest.
"Well don't just stand there," she called, interrupting my gawking.
I made a quick and very awkward jog up to her chest, but whatever that took away from the eroticism of the moment was regained threefold when I began to climb atop her magnificent left tit. I wrapped my arms around her nipple when I reached the top and began to kiss it furiously, my hands digging hard into the wrinkled flesh. Yet I felt so tiny on her chest and my efforts felt so futile. Though she seemed pleased for the moment, I could not take her much further than this if I had to run back and forth to every erogenous zone on her body.
It was then that I realized what we needed to make this work. "Lily!" I called up to her, pulling her out of a mildly dazed state. "You can move a lot faster than I can, so if there's something you want, you should probably just make it happen. If you do anything that bothers me, I'll say so... or just blast you with a fireball."
She frowned a little. "I'd prefer the former." Then a mischievous smile crept onto her face, "But OK."
Before I knew it a great hand had wrapped itself around my waist. Lily lifted me a little ways off her naked breast and slipped my dress off with her free hand, as one might with a doll. Once the dress was gone she removed my own wrap with ease, leaving us both naked from the waste up. I moved to cover myself out of embarrassment, but her finger brushed over my breasts, knocking my arms out of the way and sending a warm tingle through my chest.
"You're adorable!" she said, delighted by my nakedness. Then a finger came to rest on my knickers, but stopped short of pulling them down, a questioning look in Lily's face.
"Go ahead," I said, still blushing from the earlier compliment.
And so she plopped me back onto her breast, completely naked. I eagerly returned to work on what I knew and began to dig into her nipple once more, eliciting more than a few sharp moans from my giant lover before I mounted her nipple and began to grind my vulva into it. It wasn't long before her hand fell on top of me, pressing me deeper into her soft flesh.
She soon grew tired of breast play and lifted me up over her smiling face. I found out the reason for her smile shortly when she slipped me suddenly into her mouth. I almost conjured a fireball out of shock, but what came next simply melted me. Her tongue began wrap itself around my whole body, soft and rough all at once as it caressed my breasts. She must have tasted the arousal on my pussy because she moved the tip of her tongue down past my waist and began to lick vigorously between my legs, stimulating my engorged labia and my inner thighs all at once.
The assault of sensation and the intimacy of being in my lover's mouth pushed me easily to orgasm and I came all over her tongue before collapsing onto her lips. Her hand returned quickly to retrieve me and deposited me back on her breast.
"That was incredible," was all I could say.
"I'm glad to hear it," she whispered down at me, "but you're not done yet."
I smiled, standing to work once more on her breasts, but she lifted me into the air once more before I could get started.
"I think you'll be more useful elsewhere," she said, carrying me down past her waist. Her own undergarment had been slipped off at some point when I was in her mouth.
I gasped a little in alarm when I realized her intended destination for me, but she shot me a look. "Don't worry, I bathe."
And just like that she began to rub my body against her lower lips, coating me in the sweet-smelling liquid that was already starting to spill out. As if my time in her mouth hadn't been arousing enough, there was nothing quite like being used as a tool to please the lover who I adored so much.
After I'd received a sufficient coating in her juices she slipped my body inside her wet slit feet first. Once this deed was done her hand disappeared, but I knew my task. I reached up to grab her clitoris, about the size of a grapefruit, with both hands and clung to that, digging into it with my fingers as I pushed myself in and out of her in a careful rhythm.
I could feel her excitement building as the powerful muscles of her pussy tightened around me, not eager to let go of their catch. I pushed myself in and out faster and faster until I thought my arms would burn up. Finally I felt the spasms within her as her pussy convulsed around my legs and a wave of warm liquid rushed over me.
I rested inside her for a few minutes, both of us basking in the afterglow of such an incredible experience together, before she plucked my from her pussy and licked me clean. At my request she let me rest between her breasts as I had the night before. I fell asleep almost instantly.
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When I returned home the next morning every mundane thing was suddenly infused with wonder.
Hello, wonderful potted plant!
Hello, wonderful potato!
Hello, you wonderfully stupid horse!
But if my mother noticed my sunny disposition, she didn't show it. Instead she was on top of me as though I were still a child.
"Where were your last night? You didn't come home!"
"I was out working. Some flowers only bloom at night and I need to study those," I lied.
She put her hands on her hips like she always used to when I'd light a bail of hay on fire or freeze the crops. "I don't like you being out in the forest that late. It's too dangerous and that giant has been around lately. Do you know what she might do if she caught you out there alone?"
Fuck my brains out? I didn't say. Instead I told her, "Oh I'm sure she's not as bad as the village thinks. There were just some misunderstandings in the past! She's not going to rampage through the village! She wouldn't do that."
If my mother had a rebuttal beyond a frown she didn't share it. She just shooed me off to feed the chickens and complete the other chores.
That afternoon I returned to my newfound lover, shooting up sparks in my usual fashion. Only this time she greeted me completely naked. As had become something of a habit for me, all I could do was stand transfixed by her naked pussy towering above me.
When she saw through the canopy of leaves between us that I was still clothed she frowned. "Why are you wearing that?" she asked. Then she plucked me from the ground and peeled my clothes off. "That's better."
She was so quick to get started that I didn't even bother projecting my voice. I just let the giant have her way with me.
And that she did. Lily began by dropping me back onto the ground and, with the grass on my back, she let her breast fall on top of me. My world went dark as the warm flesh closed around me and her hard nipple rested on my belly, but I could hear her feverish breathing and the wet slapping of her fingers as she worked herself up.
The erotic power of her impressive breast was not lost on me, though, and I managed to squeeze my arms past her enourmous tit to grope my own.
After a few minutes of this Lily decided to use me elsewhere, lifting her massive breast off of me before grabbing me gently and rubbing me into her great sex just as she had last night. Once I was wet enough she pushed me inside her. I moved to grab her clit, assuming that she was after a repeat performance of the last time we'd done this, but Lily had other plans.
A finger appeared from above and pushed me off her clit, taking over that job for itself. Two more fingers, already wet with her natural lubricant, appeared and pushed me further inside her than I'd ever been. First my belly disappeared within her lips, then my breasts were swallowed whole, and finally she gave one last push to leave me shoulder deep inside her. Her hungry pussy did the rest of the work, pulling me in completely before her lips closed behind me with a satisfying pop.
Completely powerless inside her I surrendered myself to the walls of her vagina as they massaged my entire body. Her pussy became my world, its sweet scent my air and its syrupy liquid my water. Covered in her juices, it was easy to slip a hand down to my own waiting sex and begin stroking myself in rhythm with Lily's pleasure. Our arousal kept building together until her muscles convulsed around me and a familiar thick substance washed over me. With one heroic final push I brought myself to orgasm and came inside her.
After a few minutes a finger appeared to retrieve me, but I batted it with my fists until it left me in my warm and wet bed. I would come out when I was good and ready, but for now I simply wanted to rest inside my l love.
When I finally did squirm out I ordered my giantess to take me to a stream right away so that I could wash myself off with dignity. Lily apparently found this cute because she giggled and complied with my demands. Feeling imbued with newfound power I also informed her that it was not appropriate for a lady such as her self to prance around the forest naked and that she should retrieve her clothes. To this Lily gave a mock curtsy and disappeared into the woods.
By the time she returned the sun had already set, so I couldn't see the puzzled look on her face.
"Is there some sort of festival in the town?" she asked me while I worked my way back into my dress.
"Um, no. The only celebration we have outside of the usual holidays is for the harvest, but that's still many months away."
"Well then what do you make of this?" She picked me up and held me above the treeline where I could see the town from her perspective. There were a ring of torches gathered in the town center. It was impossible to tell from this distance, but I guessed that nearly the entire adult population must have been present if there were one person per torch.
"Lily, can you take me back to town?" I asked her, curious to see what the commotion was about. "Oh, actually just drop me off a little ways out. People have been seeing a little too much of you lately and I think they're worried, as silly as that is."
She agreed and let me out of her palm just a short walk from the town limits. I encountered the torch-wielding townsfolk a few minutes later at the edge of the forest.
Recognizing Carl, a dairy farmer, at their head, I waved him down. "What's happening?" I asked.
He waved for the mob to halt and turned to face me. "We're going to put an end to this giant menace once and for all."
"What?!" I cried out. "Why? She has done nothing to harm you!"
"She's been scaring merchants away for years now. Many of them won't come near our town knowing that we have a loose giant about. We are going to kill the beast!" He solicited a cheer from the crowd with his last remarked and began to lead them into the forest, several men carrying a large ballista making up the rear of the mob.
I felt despair close around me. I'd come to know the giantess too well. She was too kind and too gentle. Even if they tried to kill her, Lily wouldn't hurt hurt a soul.
She wouldn't.
But I would.
Years of training to harness magic safely and carefully left my mind in an instant and the air around me began to crackle with unrestrained magical energy.
I spoke low and dangerously, my voice carried throughout the mob by magic. "If any one of you enters that forest, I will sear your fucking eyeballs out."
My mother pushed her way to the front of the mob. "Rosaline, listen to yourself! You've been corrupted by the creature!"
"She has a name!" I shouted at her, sending a bolt of lighting into the tree behind me and splitting it in two.
There was a stalemate between the townsfolk and I on the basis of incomplete information. They did not know whether I would remain true to my words. I knew I that I would. Or would have, rather, had Lily not stepped out of the forest behind me in that moment.
"Rosaline-" she started.
"Lily, no!" I shouted up to her.
The crowd panicked, faced with a furious witch and a creature that, in their minds, was the most terrifying being to walk these lands in a thousand years. Someone in the back gave a shout and a wooden bolt was released from the ballista.
I reached out with my magic to stop the bolt, but it was too fast. I managed to snap it in half, but the front end pierced Lily's shoulder with a sickening splat. Thick globs of the giant's blood began to spill out of the wound and I turned back to the crown, an unspeakable fury in my eyes as I gathered the magic around me to burn them all.
But Lily stopped me. Her hand fell over me, the loose flashes of magic emanating from my body scorching her flesh.
"Don't." she whispered.
Without another word she picked me up tenderly and carried me, exhausted from all the magic I had tried to channel, into the woods. We walked for hours in silence before I insisted that she stop by some unknown lake. There we pulled the stake out from her shoulder and I did my best to cauterize the wound.
