Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[TAGS: #giantess #ecchi #asseating #domme]

• MIDDLE EARTH REALM – 3 000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SURFACE.

For Rafel it felt like a trip through the [Pearly gates] as he climbed up Cheetah's palm. She took up her hand with him and Cora standing in the soft bed. Her palm was softly delicate, without calluses, and smelled like churning butter.

She had to be about thirty feet tall. Her catty green iris acknowledged them with one blink. And then she rose to her feet again.

She turned a final look to Dagda Mør in his plutonic throne before starting down the great bridge. Her clawed feet was beautiful, her fair toenails dipped in scarlet polish.

As she walked on away from the hall with Rafel and Cora cradled in her right hand, her footfalls were soundless on the bridge: a real cat. She held out the arm that held them and stepped with a fluid gait that could not be taught. With Rafel up close to her heavy, heaving chest, pressed almost into her prodigious bosom, her globular clusters were dangerously within reach. He could hop in and the white flesh would hold him.

'Like a freaking bounce castle,' he grinned with a naughty smile, and then impressed himself further by finishing off the one-sided joke: 'Oh, I would just love to be on my birthday suit in there.'

Her cleavage was of impossible dimensions. Rafel felt like a prodigal just for peeping. Still, he leered at her enormous milk boobs. Cheetah dropped her sweet emerald eyes at the instant of his spying and caught his unbridled guffawing.

She smiled down at him. Not put off. Not flattered. Just humored. Her red mane sparkled as she gave a small laugh. As if talking to a kid, she pursed her crimson lips.

"If you keep staring, Helchild, you'll fall right in."

Helchild?

Rafel's head popped up.

The last person to call him that was the Crow-Bride, Hecate in her graveyard realm. And his visit to the witch goddess wasn't exactly of his own volition.

"How did you come by that name?"

Cheetah glanced down again. She didn't miss his change of tone. "For such a small creature, you do possess a lot of fire." Rafel's lips didn't crack. The sexy giantess immediately eased him: "Relax, lad. I'm not one of Lilith's goons. Like everyone else in the realms I know she's your Aunt, but that's where it ends. I have no love for her. But you see, gods and Giants run in the same circles. So I might have glanced a bit of gossip from the others. That's how I know the name, Helchild.

Dagda Mør might not act like it but he's scared of your origins."

"How about you, Cheetah?" Rafel stressed on the final word. The curvy giantess gave him a look.

"I think you're too little for a demon prince."

He studied her face which loomed above, her stark looks that more obvious. "Do I get a chance to prove otherwise?"

Cheetah chuckled, suddenly announcing. "We're here." She stopped and stood in front of navy double doors. The doors were even taller than her, so huge to Rafel's eyes that from the height he and Cora were perched on Cheetah's palm, they could not see where it met with the floor. "Your lodge for the night, Helchild." she explained.

Rafel arched his brow. "You're kidding me, right?"

Cheetah smiled again, raising her blush eyebrows at Cora. "Is he always this funny?" She pushed and walked through the door. "No... I mean, this is my room. But it will be your chambers tonight. As you both have already made out, we don't get much visitors—much less ones as. . ."

"Small?" Cora clipped.

"Small, yes." The flame-haired giantess regarded her. "We don't get little people around these parts. So forgive our blighted hospitality." Rafel noticed that Cheetah had a Kreugan accent: broguish, hard on the intonation of R's, and very sexy. Cheetah moved past a Giant's Iroko chair—because no other wood of the forest was strong or tall enough for their size—for the bed. "If it helps you sleep better, I can excuse myself to share a room with one of big-boned flatmates," she attempted at a joke.

"Are you kidding me?" Rafel retorted. "We get to spoon with a freaking Giantess? I don't see any of us complaining!"

Cheetah lowered her arm to the sprawling canopy bed; it even had windy floral curtains. She dropped her hand gently on the immaculate sheets. Rafel and Cora had to jump off her palm to it. Cora instantly lay back on the bedding. She oohed and ahhed. "Feels like laying on pure clouds."

Cheetah turned to a massive char cauldron in the corner.

"You must be hungry," she looked inside the broth pot, "...but I'm afraid what I have in here isn't amenable to your tastes."

"Let me guess," Cora sat up on the bed. "Human bones?" She sat even straighter when Cheetah did not laugh. "Ew! Really?"

The red giantess shrugged, her mane flowing down even deeper and redder. "Cycle of life," her russky accent came strong. "B-But I would never eat you."

"I would." Rafel dropped.

Dead silence reigned a full second; Cheetah looked between him and Corazón. "Wow! That's... that's uh—" Rafel interrupted her before she could pick out reason over the real thickness of his little brother. "The truth," he finished for her. "You're the hottest, hugest woman I've ever seen." His yellow eyes stroked her ample body—which wasn't hard at all. "You have such a phenomenal allure. And that's not because you're a freaking Giantess." He spied her tipped ears blush under her waves of red.

"It's because you're FUCKING sexy! I have spent the travel here whilst sat in your palm thinking how your pussy looks like creamed up in saliva and cum. My SALIVA and CUM. I've never seen Giantess snatch before, no offense. I'd love to see you orgasm on me. What I'm trying to say is. . .how would you like to sit on my face?"

This time, Cheetah blushed up to her cheeks. Her face was flamed. She kept looking between Rafel and Cora. "Ahem— aren't you two..."

Cora held up her hand to stop the big, sexy, fierce red woman. "He's not the only one who's been fantasizing." Her blue eyes skated Cheetah's midriff. "Are you red down there as well?"

"Wha—" the tigress goddess started.

She'd certainly never met little people as horny as them. Definitely not ones so bold in their want. Cora simply crossed her legs in the huge sheets. "If that does not bother you, I'd like to watch."

Rafel knew he had hit deep lust in the red giantess when her bloodred claws elongated down her fingers. He delivered easily.

"Have you ever had a full head go inside you? A full arm? A full person?"

Cheetah purred. And her tail began wagging high behind her. Her tongue scratched her fangs and licked across her bottom lip.

This was bad. This was really bad.

More fetish than she'd ever heard someone say in a single sentence. The young demon prince on her gigantic bed was asking for what her body begged. He was more than the [Beast tamer] her people had come to know him as. More than friend Dagda and Aigon considered. More than the Kingslayer wanted in the Empire's greatest city. More than the Rebel leader of the Badlands. More than a symbol for freedom and revolution.

He was also a complete pervert!

A little sex-on-a-stick. And what a mighty schtick it was. She could see it even now, in a threatening plunge out the borders of his cloak. Cheetah had seen Giants with smaller cocks.

She stared down with inflamed green eyes, dark need pulsing through her stupendous curves, making her gorgeous caramel skin oil up and glow for a good pounding. Wild cats always lubricated for mating. Especially if the partner was damned good. And the little man in her bed had been nothing if not aggressive with his words.

With all the things he wanted to do to her. And her to him. She stared down, hotly, at her little kinky lord. Her Lord of the Kinks.

"Lay down." Cheetah suddenly commanded. Her voice was hoarse. Part purr. Part growl. She was now a raging, horny tigress.

Rafel swiftly fell on his back and opened his arms wide to accept her Abba-esque body.

The huge bed dipped as Cheetah lifted her scarlet dress and climbed into it. She hiked it up higher and moved up to position herself above Rafel's face. She roughly dragged her restricting black panties to the side and looked down on him.

"You wanted giantess pussy?" she panted. "Well, little Helchild, here it is."

Smash!

She sat on his face.

"Ugggh. Ooh. Yes!" Rafel groaned as she sank on top of her. Her gigantic thighs fully subdued his body. He was drowned under lap and ass. And all he could breath was her sex. She was crazy fucking hot. He immediately mushed up his head in her cunt, tasting her moisture and inhaling lungfuls of her musk.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

He kept breathing and lapping up at her at the same time. Her red-gold pubes made him go mad. Her smell suffocated him, but he sloppily took it all. He'd happily die under this woman. That wasn't even a question. Her pussy was well slathered and he basked in her juices. He was right about her cunt: as much as she was full of need, the breadth of her slit was wide enough to take in his head. And the length was his whole body.

Rafel decided to put his Adamic physique to good use in pleasing the sensuous giantess. He pumped his fists inside her, until both his arms were in and seated deeply.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Squish! He rolled his shoulders, loving when he heard her moan.

"Yes, my little Lord. Fuck yes. Get that pussy! Get it! Get it. Fucking taste it. Drown in my cunt, you fucking – ahhn! Ohh. Right there. Right there. Ahh!"

Rafel sucked in her large clitoris, banging her with both his arms and driving his face wide on her wetness; he synced up his motions so good.

Slurp! Squish! Pah! Pah! Squish! Slurp! PAH!

"Yum!" He nuzzled her pink channel.

Cheetah's wild green eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came suddenly. Her milky laps squeezed him in. Her clit kept pulsing in his mouth. Her scent overwhelmed him; thickened the oxygen he breathed. She slammed fully on him. Her cunt swallowed up his whole body. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried. "TAKE. THAT. FUCKIN'. PUSSY!"

"Whoa!" Cora's blue eyes went huge. It was like watching north lights enter the skies of Rumbrun.

The tigress goddess came so beautifully and hard. Her tresses erupted in a halo of flames that poured in a bright river down her back. She looked more godly than the Martyr in that moment of her climax. It was like the whole world—and time stopped, just to not miss it.

"Come here, Helchild. Mama's not done with you yet!"

Cheetah grabbed Rafel as she ripped off her dress.

She heaved up from submerging him under.

She ignored how sticky she had made his whole self. And with a single crimson claw she tore off his excuse of a druid cloak. Then she fell on her stomach, crooked her finger and watched him crawl up her legs. He made his way slowly but purposefully, up her fat, fleshy thighs, to her ass.

And with the same delirious desire, he ate that hole too.

Big Red had a gaping ass. He licked her well to his satisfaction, eating her hole and making her moan all over again. She spread her massive butt cheeks with her own hands. And with a finger, she pushed him in deeper.

Rafel tested the waters first with his right arm.

"Ahhn—"

Cheetah meowed for more.

Using both hands of his to pull apart the darker roundness of her asshole, Rafel grinned evilly and sank his head in.

"Ohhhh godddd! Yes!"

Cheetah arced her back and fell into the utter pleasure of having her butthole swallow a whole person. There was no sleep in the Giantess's cave chamber that night. Into the desolate stone of [Middle Earth] realm, long moans and gruffy grunts echoed in the chiming hours into the hollow black pits and springs.

At one point in their fevered affair, Rafel felt he had become a part of this hot, bodacious Giantess. He did not know where Big Red ended and he began. He was inside a voluptuous woman—this time in the most literal and crude sense.