You smile and nod, and a fierce grin overtakes Shara's face.
Then her massive hands clamp either side of your head, holding you in place as she ducks in for a kiss. Your mouth is forced open by her huge tongue, which is soon inside you, and the weight of the woman as a whole presses you down into the throne, utterly beholden to her power.
Shara comes up for air soon enough, panting and smiling. Sweeping her hair back with one hand, the other pinches your chin, casually turning your head side to side. "Oh, skin that has seen the Sun! And eyes that know how to question, how to defy rather than obey the gods... It's been so long..."
Then she moves to undressing you. Her fingers struggle with your tiny buttons, popping off as many as she opens. She slaps aside your attempts to get at her tits, as easily as she might swat a fly. You are powerless to protest as she grasps your penis in an iron grip, the merest pressure getting you hard. Your gasps of pain and pleasure are swallowed as she kisses you again, and you hold your own, arousal giving you the strength to bat back with your own tongue, drawing a growl from Shara. That growl reverberates through your upper body as she works your dick inside her, and then you're gone, ridden hard by this giantess, lost to her power, struggling to keep up with her, to perform while she seems inexhaustible, utterly ravenous.
You must have blacked out at some point, exhausted and a little brusied, lying against Shara, her muscular arms hugging you close. "You must tell me more," she whispers at you. "What it's like in the outside world, the news, the culture."
"Not liking it too much here, then? Seems like you've drunk enough kool-aid to want to give those monsters babies."
"You think I didn't just fuck you because you're cute?" she laughs, jostling you around with the force of her rumbling body. "Besides, part of the effect of being shrunk is pregnancies don't last long here. It's like time moves faster for us small people, ageing quicker, all that stuff."
Horrifying stuff. You wonder if your own, different form of shrinking has the same side-effects. Definitely something to think about...
Your thinking is disturbed first by Shara ducking in for another kiss, and then by the room vibrating at the power of giant feet approaching, the steps of the gods disturbing the lives of you shrunken mortals utterly.
But who is it that's approaching?
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
