Henry woke to Ada’s foot shuffling about. The songbirds were unhurried, with
lone, individuals chirping back and forth, one at a time, as the sun had yet to
peek above the treetops. The stream tinkled gently.
Henry rose to his legs and yawned while stretching his arms, shoulder
and elbows popping. His skin sheened from Ada’s dried cum. Looking back, she
seemed asleep still. He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on the nub of
her big toe. He remembered her words last night, that there would never be a
time where he worshipped her, and she would say no.
The following action came naturally. Henry masturbated while burying his
face into her big toe, smooching it tamely to not wake her up. This had less of
yesterday’s fervent passion, tending to his desires like an animal now. He came
within a minute, and it was liberating to simply do it because he felt like it.
“A great start to the day.” Spending the day with Ada’s dried cum over his skin
didn’t seem ideal, so he went and took a dip in the stream. The water was cold
and jolted his mind awake. It was a calm stream, for a giant. Henry had to use
his base magics to swim against the current. After a few minutes of that, he
swam to shore where the water was waist-high, and there he sat and meditated
with just his head above the water.
He didn’t know how much time passed, but the darkness of his closed eyes
glowed yellow, and he opened them to see sunrise. Its radiance made the water
sparkle, breathing life into the morning. He saw a couple of rabbits down the
stream, great as horses with long furry ears reaching the ground. There was
shuffling behind him. Ada sat up, heavy eyes wincing to morning sunlight. She
rubbed her nose and eyes, yawned, and adjusted her position. There was no life
in her at first, the typical morning languor. When she noticed her discarded
panties however, the faintest trace of a smile came to her lips, and once she
saw Henry in the water, the smile went wider.
“A wild night we had.”
“Won’t you join me?” Henry gulped two mouthfuls of the fresh water.
“There’s nothing like cold water to sharpen your wits at the start of the day.”
Ada shook her head.
“I didn’t know the mighty giant feared a bit of water.”
“Uh, it’s not warm now at sunrise and won’t be for another couple of
hours. I don’t have a big, lovely lady to warm me up.”
“Does a lovely lady put her nethers on full display?”
The remark made a dent, but Ada could take it playfully. “My oh my, it
seems my slave is rather disobedient. A disciplining seems to be in order.” Ada
got up and stamped those mighty feet towards the riverside. Henry dove
underwater, crawling along the bottom with his hands to resist the current. Her
hand dove in, grazing the bottom and unearthing stones and dirt. Past the
rippled surface he could see Ada’s massive form crouching over the ledge. The
inaccuracy surprised him, until he recalled the state of her sight. To evade her
was suddenly in poor taste, making her more aware of her debilitated sight.
Instead, Henry swam towards her hand and gave a sneaky tap on her thumb. The
hand snapped after him, catching his leg.
Surprisingly, she pushed him down. But she didn’t choose it. Her other
arm plunged in, her knees and shins, and he heard a yelp as he was snapped up
into the cold air and water splashed about as Ada retreated. Dangling by the
leg from her hand, Henry was thrown about as she scurried from the waterside,
breathing rapidly and shivering.
“Ah, so goddamn cold.” Ada hissed air through her teeth and shivered.
Henry laughed. “You’re sent running from going in knee deep to a bit of
water?”
Ada hunched down, balling up to keep herself warm. She brought Henry
before her face. “Someone is being really naughty this morning. But I’ve got
the perfect solution, both to punish you and warm me up.” Ada closed both her
palms over him and rubbed him back and forth, exhaling her hot breath over him.
“Hey, this isn’t too bad,” Henry said, his words comically fluttering to
her insistent rubbing.
“Got to get you nice and warm first.” Ada warmed him up for another
several seconds. Then, she sat down, raised her dress, and aimed him at her
pussy.
“Punishment?” Henry kissed the air. “You know I’m ready to devoutly
worship you any minute of the day.”
“Try and think a little.” She kept him suspended there with the gaping
mouth of her pussy staring at him. Staring at his face. She held him headfirst.
“Oh.”
“Oh yes.” Henry was plunged inside, the lips accepting him greedily. The
pace was slow at first, as he knew it to be. She eased him in and out to get
into the mood, getting used to the stance, the position, habituating her wrist.
Henry tried to kiss and lick, to reciprocate and establish control, but he
never saw the face of her pussy, only the walls within. And she was speeding
up. In and out, in and out, turning into a flurry. Henry closed his eyes and
braced as the heat started building and everything became a blur, his body
beaten in the tornado that was her pussy.
“A slave… needs… to know… his place!” Ada moaned out loud as she pounded
him harder and harder. The orgasm arrived, the explosion of squirt reaching all
the way to the stream. After a while, Ada collected herself and stood up,
Henry’s lower body dangling from the mouth of her pussy. To see him, she pulled
her dress up. then jiggled her hips, watching him slimily slip out. Henry
released and landed with a wet splash between her feet.
“Have we learned our lesson?”
Henry smiled drunkenly from where he lay, unmoving. “Yes, my mistress.
I’ll be sent into a tornado of hungry pussy if I disobey.”
“Very correct.” She tapped him on the head with her big toe. “Looks like
someone needs to take another wash.” Ada took the water flask and moved towards
the stream, drinking and refilling, washing herself off carefully as the chill
of the water made her cringe. A half hour or so later, both with their clothes
back on, they were ready to move.
Henry had something to say. “Ada, I thought of how I can contribute. With
my art of the fighter, I can become the vessel for your vitality. I used it on
the giant as we escaped from a bunch of guards, when we first ended up in
Gintessa. The girl was far from a soldier, but she ran for a good hour or so,
using my energy.”
“So, you’re telling me I can run, and you’re the one who would get
tired?”
Henry nodded. “And, not to boast, but my vitality and strength is my
strong side, since my art is that of the fighter. For us, our magic and
physical strength coexist, unlike other mages.”
Ada had her hand under her chin in thought. “That sounds far more useful
than what you’re making it out to be. We have to try this.” Henry was set on
the upper portion of her rucksack, where it held him firmly against one of her
shoulder blades. A stable position would be needed when Henry was focusing during
her jog.
When they found the trail, Henry clapped his hands together, and as if
one contained gunpowder and the other the ignition, it sparked, a golden white
light. He placed his glowing palms onto the skin of her neck, just over the
hem.
“I’m not feeling anything special,” Ada said.
“Try jogging.” Ada took the first couple of steps as if she were a child
learning to walk, daring to speed up until she was jogging. For the first
several seconds she didn’t know what to think, but as half a minute passed, she
could feel the mysterious lack of fatigue, not even needing to quicken her
breath.
“Oh God.” Ada watched her own hands an awe as she ran, scanning her
body. “How? I’m not even… This is incredible!” Running without spending any
energy filled her with more, feeling as if she could take off, fly, weightless
and soaring. The jog became a sprint, her feet pounding the earth into slight
tremors.
“Hey, hey!” Henry called out between his breaths. “Don’t be rash, that
energy isn’t coming from nowhere.”
“Huh?” Ada turned her head back, then chuckled. “Oh, that’s true.” She
slowed down, but the problem remained of her being unable to gauge where to
keep the intensity as she couldn’t tell how tired he was getting. Henry
continually updated her, and she adjusted her speed where he could maintain it.
But once that was established, Henry’s stamina kept Ada going for a good hour.
Henry called it off and released his hands from her skin, the gold-white glow
fading. They were near a crossroad leaving the woods. Ada reached behind her
and put him down, Henry was sweaty, exhausted, and panting.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah. Just tired, tired from running.”
“You… have very good stamina.” Ada smiled. “Like you claimed, of course.
My little Henry is a strong man.”
“Is there any water?”
“Of course.” Ada put her rucksack down and brought out food and
refreshments. While helping to tilt the flask carefully to his mouth, she said,
“We just covered a lot of distance. I’m not the most well-trained myself, but
with you…” She gave him a quarter of a giant walnut which he munched on along
with pieces of a cracker. “You’re not ill or anything? It’s just that you take
on my tire, nothing more?”
“Yeah,” Henry said somewhere between the gasps for air, mouthfuls of
walnuts and gulps of water. “Just tired. It’s nothing strange.”
“It sounds basic, but it does so much. You won’t burn through as much
food and water as me, so it’s better if you get tired. What am I even talking
about? Forget messengers, imagine fighters…”
A wagon trundled on by, Ada letting it and the driver’s ears pass out of
earshot before continuing.
“This is gold-worth. Imagine if I were well-trained, and, well, had
better eyes. The strongest giants out there would absolutely value having
something like that in their arsenal. I’m talking about the elites, like Thora
Thunderfoot, or the Devourer.”
“That sounds great.” The fatigue didn’t leave Henry in much of a
talkative mood.
Ada watched down the road. The distant look on her was normal with her
poor sight, but now it seemed contemplative, thoughts of someplace else. She
nervously chewed her lower lip. It was good news for her that Henry’s useful
abilities were with her.
Henry swallowed food and water. “What are you thinking about?”
“I have to be smart. It’s not like we can just share this with everyone
else, they’ll take you away.”
“Don’t I belong to you?”
“I’m still a pushover. They might pay me some throwaway amount or
whatever, but they’ll get their hands on you someway. Let’s focus on the task
at hand first.” When Henry had eaten up, Ada took her turn to walk with Henry
lying down in her cupped hands.
“Who’s Thora Thunderfoot and the Devourer?” Henry asked.
“Thora Thunderfoot is a Richwood ally, one of her strongest fighters.
She’s massive, even taller than me, and to her name, has strong legs and
massive feet.” Ada smirked. “Maybe you’d like her. But on a serious note, she’s
incredibly strong. Thora has magic similar to your art of the fighter, now
couple that with her size, and you’ve got a recipe for some immense blows. She
can bulldoze through formations of giant soldiers and can pulverize even the
strongest mages under her feet, without a rocky surface.”
“Oh boy. And the Devourer?”
“She’s one of the Gray Rhinos. She has powerful magic and unique,
vampiric abilities. With a bite against a giant, she can drain them. Against
humans too, you really want to avoid her mouth.”
“Aren’t Richwoods ‘dogs’ the same? That’s how one of them got me.”
“Yes, but they’re cheap copies, not on the same level as the Devourer.
The Devourer’s kiss can leave you bedridden for days.”
“What a fun circus it is out there. Where would the Charmer rank
compared to them, if you know about her?”
Ada stared up. “Hmm, the Charmer. I’ve heard about her, but I’ve no
idea. I think she’d be weaker than both. What made you ask about the Charmer so
specifically?”
“Well, I encountered her. She took Rennard and Milton. I went with a
bounty hunter, an exceptional one, who was after the Charmer. They had a fight
and the Charmer narrowly escaped. I got caught up in that and was sent east by
a malfunctioned teleport.”
Ada stopped walking, bringing Henry up and staring at him. “That’s
valuable information. Word got out that the Charmer went missing, and the
Rhinos have been looking for her, as well as the kingdom who want to imprison
her.” She continued again with a gleeful gait. “Overperforming these errands,
sharing information, these tiny things can end up mattering for us.”
More than Ada jogging with Henry’s stamina, the simpler and more
underrated aspect of the transfer was to simply walk. Ada had walked as much as
she could all of yesterday, a feat demanding several breaks and one she likely
wouldn’t be able to replicate in its entirety today. But after she had marched
for an hour or two, Henry took over and she continued walking through him, able
to take a long break while still moving. They covered a great distance that
day, likely to make it there tomorrow morning. They made their resting place
just outside a farmland, both tired but not exhausted.
“I’ve got just the mattress for my little soldier.” Ada raised her dress
to pull her panties down, stepping out of them, and laying them on the grass.
Upon them Henry took his rest, nuzzling in their fragrant dampness. He knew her
smell very well now. Ada too lay down, stretching her foot out to reach him.
Henry took his pants down and surrendered to the row of toes on her right foot,
the long and supple digits trying to roll him in between the toes and ball.
Once she had his torso there, she flexed her toes with a varied rhythm, a full
body massage. Her feet were dirty after all the walking, but hardly clean
himself, Henry didn’t care. He lay in complete relaxation and surrendered to
her doughy digits as they worked him. He lost himself, in a trance, feeling as
if he were in an iron maiden made of pillows, with just the bitter foot smell
anyone should revolt at, but that he enjoyed being cast under.
“A lifetime supply of pussy and feet,” Ada whispered, her toes prodding
his manhood. “How does that sound, slave?”
“Amazing.” The toes stroked him until he came, and when she was done,
Henry returned the favor and worshipped her H-spot until she had her orgasm.
They slept very well thereafter.
On the morning they refilled water in the farm and trekked onwards, from
the nearby village of giants up to the hilly landscape. The dainty cottage was
built into the hillside, away from the village. There Ada knocked on the door
before stepping inside, a gloomily lit room allowing scant sunlight inside.
Magical herbs hung from the roof, drying, and a few mushrooms in water-filled
cans were twinkling with all kinds of colors.
“Lady Melinda’s letter?” an older voice said from another room. “This is
quite early. But I’ve been adamant on that earlier is better, helps me prepare.
So well done. Leave it on the table. Uhm, the one with the talking toad.”
The room was dimly lit, not terribly, but for Ada’s eyes it was enough
to make things difficult. “Talking toad?”
“Ask who the prettiest lady of them all is.”
Ada did, and a squeaky voice said that she was. Ada moved over to the
table and placed the letter, peering at the thing which had spoken. It was only
the head of a giant toad, its eyes black and lifeless.
“He’s a prototype,” the lady said. “Currently he’s a bit too promiscuous
with his compliments. When he’s done, his compliments will be exclusive to one
girl. Will be royal brats’ favorite toy. You’re welcome to stay; I sense some
delicious magic you’re carrying. Is it a human or a tool? Or both?” She
laughed.
“It’s fine, thanks,” Ada said, stammering, not interested to see what
was going on in her room which the lady couldn’t take her attention from. “I’ll
be on my way.” She left, back to the comforting sunlight.
“So, it’s back to the capital, then?”
Ada patted her dress. “Back to the capital it is.” She didn’t take the
same path to the village, instead skirting the cottage and crossing the hill.
The village could be seen from the hilltop. Ada moved around the fences, with
broad enclosed land and grazing cattle bordering to the woods and hilly
landscape. At one of the more prominent pieces of land, jutting out toward the
hills, Henry noted a distressed giant holding a smaller one.
Henry pointed from Ada’s shoulder. “Hey, I think something’s going on
with them.” Ada made it towards them, the two looking like a mother comforting
her daughter. The mother was tall, wearing a green day dress, and her daughter
had a short frock and brown hair tied into ponytails. The daughter might have
been just about six years old, sparkling cheeks from dried tears and bloodshot
eyes revealing she’d cried plenty. The pale skin on her legs was hurt, with
plenty of sore red spots and to-be blue and purple bruises, the hems of her
frock slashed and torn. Ada prepared to say something, but it was the mother
who eyed her first, a notable glance to the emblem on her dress.
“You’re part of the Richwood branch?” Her hands were around her
daughter’s shoulders.
Ada felt shy to shoulder that remark. “Well, maybe not strictly—”
“Bloody do something!” The daughter buried her face into her mother’s
dress. “Some cursed human bandits tried to steal from us, my daughter caught
them in the act and chased them off into the woods, but there they turned on
here, wielding magic! Have we arrived at hell? How does a trio of mages sneak
in here and attack my daughters so brazenly? What’s your name, girl?
“Um, Ada, madam.”
“Do something, Ada.” She pointed a finger to the woods and hills.
“Either get in there and deal with them or bring someone with the dignity to wear
the emblem and who will do something about it.” With her daughter in
hold, she marched back to her farm, muttering a mixture of assurances to her
daughter and curses at inadequate security.
“We should get someone,” Henry said.
Ada didn’t move on that suggestion, thinking still. “Actually, I’m
thinking we go in there now. Listen, it’s unusual for loose mages to be out
like this, attacking giants. If I go and call someone in, they’ll march in and
deal with it, and I’ll just be the lowly messenger in between. I can get the
credit this time. And if I call someone, it might take forever, the mages could
get away. We have to be opportunistic, like I’ve been saying, and this is the
chance.”
“They were three mages, they beat up the girl’s legs badly. We don’t
know how strong they are. It’s not good to run in alone on this.”
“But I’m not alone, I’ve got you. One giant and human against three
humans. Hell, I’d like my odds alone against three humans, it’s looked pretty
good for me so far.”
“Hey.” Henry was petulant. “My point is that you don’t know how strong
these mages are, not all humans pose the same challenge.”
Ada’s toes curled in and raked the soil. “My feet beg to differ.”
Henry shrugged. “Fine.”
“Henry.” She leaned in against her shoulder, her face closer to him. “A
trio of mages stumbling around in Gintessa… Do you sympathize with them?”
“What?”
“I hope not. They stole from the farm and attacked a child. I need you
to be in on this with me. Not halfhearted, not maybe, but with me entirely.”
“I am. I just want to ensure you make the best decision.”
“Do you think we’re strong together, Henry?”
“Yes, I do. And I’ll be with you.”
Ada marched towards the woody hills. “Then let’s go.”