An afternoon nap right after combat made no sense. It
fit more after a hectic lovemaking session, but with Ada, lust and fight
weren’t far apart.
Henry got up, the joints in his shoulder popping as he
stretched. The sun told him it was just past midday, not having slept for long.
Ada hummed delightfully in her drunken sleep, no doubt having the happiest of
dreams. Her yellow hair hung in sweaty strands over her face, the soil near the
tree soggy from her bliss. Looking down beneath her legs, Henry couldn’t find
the slightest trace of the three mages there, entirely snuffed out by her vast
flesh, as if she were a mother bird roosting on them. Raymond and Martin were
under her ass, and Stina under her left thigh.
“Ada, are you there?” Henry called as he put his
trousers back on. She stirred somewhat, mumbling incoherently. The heavy
eyelids parted slowly, revealing her lazy eyes.
“Hello there, sweetie.” To get off the tree required
effort, using both her hands to push from it, its many branches rustling in response.
Ada’s plump, massive bosom pushed out as she breathed deeply, sitting upright.
“Waking up has felt better and better lately, Henry. It feels like there’ll
always be joy when you’re around.”
Henry had a timid affection close to blushing, the
comments more and more intimate. “Me too.”
Her eyes went down between her legs. “They’re still
there, flattened under me. I can feel their warm little bodies. I’m addicted to
this.” Ada folded her legs back in, planting her soles on the ground, and
stood. They were indeed all there, Marvin and Raymond plastered to her bubbly
asscheeks, and Stina to the inner portion of her left thigh. As her flesh
jiggled, the ripples of movement made them flicker as well. They were glued to
her and unable to do anything.
“Alright, Henry, did you find anything useful in their
camp?”
“It seems so, and no small thing either. From what I
understood, these three were sent by a smaller noble house from the west, House
Harrows, who are somewhat obsessed with ancient artifacts. The miracle stone is
their goal.”
“That’s great and all, I’d like to have it too, but
are they any close?”
“Supposedly, this artifact called the ‘Compass’ is
meant to lead to it. And I’m fairly certain this compass-shaped stone they have
is exactly that. They’ve retrieved something that leads the way to the miracle
stone.”
There was twitching at Ada’s ass. “You son of a
bitch!” Raymond pathetically wriggled where he was stuck to her.
“Where does the Compass point?” Ada asked.
Henry jogged back to their camp and picked it up. Ada
followed with a few steps, the three mages plastered firmly on her. “There’s a
blue globe shining in the northeastern section. Now that I’m paying attention,
it’s somewhat warm as well.”
“Hmm.” Ada put her hand under her chin in thought.
“You three, anything to add to that?”
“Nothing at all,” Stina said brusquely.
Hands on her hips, Ada leaned forward and looked down
between her legs. “I should let you know, you three aren’t going anywhere. The
plan is to turn you in, and despite the fact that I fucked your minds out,
you’re a pretty strong bunch. That you were sent by this house, Harrows was
their name? It won’t make the Richwoods happy to know you attacked innocent
villagers on her land. Failing to find this miracle stone probably isn’t the
worst thing in the world, but bringing all that trouble over the house name?
Not so good.”
“She’s not wrong,” Marvin said.
Stina tried to make eye contact with her peers.
“You’re not seriously listening to her, are you?”
Ada shrugged. “I’m just saying, it’s possible for you
to bargain your way out of this. Give us everything you know about your
progress on the miracle stone, and I’ll let you all go without turning you in.”
“Yeah, trust the word from a deranged, nymphomaniac
bitch,” Stina shouted. “Get out of here.”
“Oh, I will get out of here, off to the nearest
guardhouse and turn you little fucktoys in. Then we’ll pursue this miracle
stone ourselves with wherever you left off. Suit yourself. Henry, collect their
useful notes, and let’s go.” Henry did as told while Ada returned to where
she’d undressed, putting her panties back on. The fabric barely touched and
didn’t cover any of them.
“Come on, would it be so bad?” Marvin whispered to his
friends. “The Compass should take them far enough, giving them a little advice
to be set free is the best compromise we can make.”
Stina was stalwart. “We’re not giving this whore
anything.”
“You’d rather be turned in to the Richwoods? Who knows
if Lady Harrows even bothers to aid us? We could be sold to the bloody Gray
Rhinos for all you know, used in all their occult magical experiments.”
“He has a point,” Raymond added.
From picking up her dress, Ada’s head came close to
them, staring at them upside-down. “Are we getting anywhere? Any changed
minds?”
“No,” Stina barked, though the dissent among the three
was clear, and Ada simply shrugged, self-content, and put her dress on,
concealing them thereunder. She invited Henry back onto her shoulder while
carrying most of their equipment with her cupped hands. Henry pointed her the
way according to the blue globe, and Ada carried on with a spring to her giant
strides.
“The blue globe is rather steady, so just keep on it,”
Henry said. “We could use some water too if we find a stream, I definitely need
a wash.”
Ada leaned her head towards him slightly. “What’s the
matter? You don’t like your Ada-scented bathwater?”
Henry smiled. “Don’t worry, the scent remains. I’ll
need soap for that. I just feel a little sticky.”
“I could use a scrubbing myself. But realistically, it
won’t be long before you’re covered in it again.” Ada blew a kiss in the air,
and Henry blushed once again. He stared at her for a long time before she
noticed him doing so, returning a smile.
The hills were increasing as they went northeast,
growing larger, with larger, stony impressions, until the distinction between
hill and mountain became hazy. They found a small stream, Ada, washing her
lower legs, hands, and face while Henry took a dip. The sun would do well in
drying them out. Henry ate some of the three mages’ rations and Ada left the
rest of their belongings by the river, leaving without them.
“Henry.” Ada spoke quietly to him on her shoulder. “I
think they’re whispering under there.” Ada tugged at her collar. “Leave the
Compass with me and sneak down, listen in.”
Before leaving her shoulder, Henry gave the latest
update on where the Compass pointed, the northeast tilting slightly more north
now. Then gave her the Compass, a pebble to Ada, and leaped down. He slid down
her collarbone and was caught between her breasts. Henry didn’t summon his
magics and make it easy. He wormed and wrestled through, letting the squishy
flesh sandwich him. Every bit of the way, he kept his mouth open, tasting as
much of her tits as he could. Ada playfully squeezed her breast in a few times
too.
Past the breast, he slid without much resistance. The
navel told him he was nearing the middle of her legs, reeling his way down with
a grip on her dress. Past her waist, the dress hung more loosely, causing him
to swing about somewhat. Beneath him he saw the top of her upper thigh pedaling
back and forth, also able to hear hushed conversation. They were indeed talking
down here.
Henry kicked and caught the hem of her panties with
his foot. Stiffening the leg and kicking forward, he stretched it out and
clambered down until he felt confident in letting go. He fell into the slope of
her panties, and they threw him back into the hot embrace of her pussy, one
that he knew so well. However, he’d never been in her panties, because, well,
she hadn’t worn any during their encounters. This felt more snug, cozy, and it
added to the feeling he’d had of late with Ada, the traces of something more
long-lasting between them. Even though they’d had their rabid sessions, the
moments in between amounted to something more, beginning to not just like her,
but finally able to cast aside the large bitter ghost hanging over him, the one
about their first encounter and all the context surrounding her part in him and
his friends splitting apart. That didn’t matter. That was the past. Now they
were here.
“I’m telling you, no matter how you go about it, Lady
Harrows’s name is attached to this now. We can’t be turned in.” Marvin’s voice
brought Henry back to the moment.
“I fucking told you two clowns it wasn’t worth it!”
Stina exclaimed. “All that risk for a little food?”
“You’re one to talk?” Raymond said. “Marvin and I were
whittling the giant whore down. You couldn’t handle your inferior counterpart.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Both of you, it doesn’t matter. None of that matters
now. What matters is we can’t allow ourselves to be turned in, period. Forget
the trouble we bring on Lady Harrows, think of us? We’re in eastern Gintessa.
We could just be sold off to the Gray Rhinos.”
“We’re supposed to trust this whore she’ll let us go?”
Stina said. “We give her information, she could just decide not to let us go.”
“What’s the other choice?” Marvin asked. “To just not
cooperate for fear of her not doing so? That’ll guarantee we get turned in.
Just risk it on her trust, that’s all we have. Listen, there’s no surety the
miracle stone will be lost. What if the entrance unlocked by the Compass is
small and the giant can’t make it down there? What if they struggle to find it,
and we retreat as fast as we can and bring reinforcements? There’s plenty of
ways to play with this even after helping them. We could ambush them when they
resurface.”
“While they wield the power of the miracle stone? No
thanks.”
“Stina. Do you want to be in the hands of the
Richwoods? Potentially sold to Gray Rhinos?”
She didn’t respond.
“Then it’s the only way.”
They didn’t say much more. Hearing their schemes made
Henry uneasy. He had no confidence an object of great power simply lay in wait
for them to sweep by and pick it up.
Ada’s feet trampled on, flattening bushes and
crackling twigs, the trees parting to her hips. Her walk was getting uneven,
however, a large boulder here, a hillside there. The panty hugged Henry closer
to her pink lips. He eased his way between them, nuzzling against one of the
sides, sticking his tongue out and stroking in an incredibly lazy pace, indiscreet,
not wanting to prod her attention. His manhood stirred, but he had to restrain
himself. Conception between human and giant wasn’t just theoretically possible,
but one of the main ways giants procreated, together with turning female humans
into giants. It was difficult and especially unlikely if Henry just let it out
on her panties here, but there could be no risks, so he kept his hands away
from himself and just snuggled with her lips.
After a while, her hand approached from above and
picked him up. She dragged him back up, having stuck her arm inside the dress
to fish him out without getting the others’ attention. Henry was back on her
shoulder. “How did it go?” she whispered, not walking anymore.
“They’re concerned we won’t let them go even if they
cooperate. How do we convince them? I mean, you were intending to let them go,
right?”
Ada twisted her mouth. “It’s not that I’ll be
dishonest, and maybe it’s the walking that’s getting to me, but how useful is
this? Because turning these three in would do well with the officers. There’s a
guaranteed gain, and it’s not small. Unless we find the very miracle stone
itself from this, it’s more valuable to turn them in.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“And we don’t know where this Compass will take us. It
just said northeast. It could be the northeastern end of Gintessa.”
They spent a moment in silence. Henry pointed to her
hand. “Actually, the blue globe moved slightly in the little you walked before
I went down. What does it say now?”
“Can’t tell. Too small, and, you know, these eyes.”
Ada presented the brown stone between index and middle finger. Henry received
it.
“Hey… The blue globe, it’s showing a sharp northwest!”
“What do you mean?”
“It was a sharp northeast before.”
“Really? We’re close then?” Ada looked about. Henry
did as well, and she had covered quite a distance. The rising land around them
were definite mountains, not hills, streaked with greenery. “It’s at least
worth a look, isn’t it?”
“Hmm.” Henry wasn’t eager to agree so readily. “We
know it’s close west, but latitudinally we have no idea. It could be hundreds
of miles north. Let’s try walking north and see how much the globe moves. That
way.”
Ada had the distant stare of not following, then broke
it with a giggle. “As you say, sweetie. You seem to know your thing.” She
proceeded north.
“Also, the way they spoke about certain things, like
the entrance going underground, in a way where it feels like they’ve got some
extra details in them. They’re mostly concerned about not getting turned in.
They’ll probably say everything if we agree to let them go.”
“I’ll have to think on that. They bruised my legs
properly, and it wasn’t getting better. I’m not interested in fighting them
again.”
“We’ll avoid that. Hey, look.” Henry pointed to
translucent stretches of stone along the mountains. “Those are sunrocks. They
can transport sunlight, like water through a pipe. I’m sure they’re fairly
rare.”
Ada squinted. “I think I can make them out. But
they’re on most of these mountains, aren’t they?”
“Yes, it’s a lot. This area seems strangely
undiscovered, it’s not that long from the farm we were just at. Sunrocks are
useful, this has to be unknown, as odd as it is, because no one would simply
leave it untouched.”
“Are we just tripping over and finding gold?” Ada
said. “The usefulness of your art, capturing these three, now this. We’re
returning with ten times the value of our errand.”
Henry checked the Compass, and the blue globe had
moved down to a firm west. “Ada, it’s straight west now. It moved already.
We’re close. What do you say?”
“We can’t just leave this unexplored.” She followed
Henry’s guidance, though that proved far more difficult than it first seemed.
Now there were entire mountains in the way, Ada climbing up what she could, but
skirting around and finding different ways was unavoidable in some instances.
The mountains were denser, pressed together, narrow valleys between them, and
the greenery was lush and plenty, with a rainforest-like richness. Massive
vines threaded down the face of the cliffs like drapery, adorned along their
lengths with the beautiful heads of flowers.
At Henry’s next direction, Ada breathed out. “Aren’t
we going in circles?”
“I think it’s over this ridgeline here… but I think we
were behind it bef—”
“Hey! We can help!” It was Marvin hollering from Ada’s
ass cheek. “What’s the problem?”
“Well…” Ada glanced down, then to Henry.
“Bring him up, I say.”
Ada raised her dress, revealing them having been
pathetically plastered to her bottom all this time. Her hand covered Marvin and
slowly ripped him off, enclosing around his torso and pinning his arms. Ada
brought him up to her face. “We’re having a bit of trouble finding the place.
This Compass says we’re close. You should know, if we don’t find anything, I’ll
just give up on it and return, turning you three in.”
“Alright. The Compass leads to an entrance, which
leads to where the miracle stone lies. The Compass opens the entrance.”
“How much do you know about this entrance and where it
leads?”
“It’s supposed to be ‘near water and enclosed by tall
rock’, there was some riddle which described it as such.”
Henry looked about them. “This ‘tall rock’ is surely
the mountains. For now, get up over this ridge, we rounded it and the Compass
kept pointing towards it as we did.”
Ada held onto Marvin as she went up. “What does this
miracle stone look like?”
“It’s supposed to be very small, smaller than a
person’s fist. But it is white, radiant, pristine, and far from
indistinguishable. You’ll notice it.” Speaking of its descriptions like that
instilled hope.
Panting, Ada clambered her way up and at last peered
over the ridgeline, Henry holding her hair. It turned back down to a tarn lying
there amidst the green, a small pocket nestled amidst the mountains.
“The Compass points towards it,” Henry said. As Ada
eased her way down the other side, Henry noticed the blue globe moving
especially fast along the southwestern quadrant. Down by the lakeside, Henry
jumped off and navigated on his own, only several steps needed for the blue
globe to move. Henry stepped uphill when the blue globe moved to the center of
the Compass, enveloping it, and it became hot. Henry paid attention to the
surroundings, the rich boscage obscuring plenty. Traipsing around, his foot
fell into a pit. It was only knee-deep, and the Compass’s heat increased
further, unpleasant to hold for too long. Henry slapped the thicket away to see
the pit was shaped like a bowl, like the Compass. Henry placed it inside.
“Would you look at that!” Ada pointed to the face of
the slope. A large square-shaped portion, its vines and bushes and rocks, all
vanished, revealing a tunnel. A giant would have no trouble fitting through.
Ada brought Marvin in front of her eyes. “And the miracle stone is supposed to
be there, Magical Bard?”
“Down there, yes. You… Fuck. You don’t realize how
groundbreaking this is.”
“Or maybe you’re just making a thing out of it so I
let you go instead of turning you in.”
“What? Don’t bother throwing mind games around. Every
noble giant would sell all their mansions and jewels just to be at this point. This
is the moment many have dreamt of reaching.”
Ada chewed on her lower lip in thought.
“Can I take the Compass out?”
“Yes,” Marvin said.
Henry retrieved the Compass, its heat dwindling. The
tunnel remained.
“Put it in again and it closes. There should be a
similar keyhole on the inside of the tunnel to seal the entrance.”
“What do you think, Henry?” Ada said. “What do we do?”
“I don’t know how true his claims are on the amazement
of this discovery. But there has to be something to it. Look at what we’ve
found all the way out here. We can’t turn around from here. And extending this
journey with those three isn’t smart. Having to constantly keep them down, and
the slightest chance they get they’ll run or fight back. And…” He didn’t want
to admit their strength before them, but Ada knew. Even if Ada and Henry had
won, fighting them wasn’t an endeavor they wished to repeat, while the other
three, especially Stina and Raymond, were eager for battle. The three mages
were powerful, had slipped up, and were not intending to do so on a second
chance.
Henry moved towards the tunnel and peered down its
depth. There was light somewhere deeper down, the fragments of sunrocks
bringing sunlight to the dark depths. Henry conveyed this information.
“Fine,” Ada said. “We’re going. How do we let these
go?”
“We’ll be on our way and drop this matter. Just tell
us where our equipment is.”
Henry pointed over the mountain. “I believe their
equipment were left by a large river, southwest.”
“Can we really trust they’ll just drop this?” Ada
said, first to Henry, then a raised eyebrow to Marvin in her hand.
“Just let us go and it’s history!” Raymond added from
below.
“Alright. But you better be sure, you go back on your
word, and I’ll fuck you even harder the next time, make that last time look
like child’s play.”
Marvin kept a stone face. “Sure.”
Henry found the keyhole inside the tunnel, and Ada
decided to toss them separate ways. She reeled back, the hand holding Marvin
behind her, and slingshot forward with an overhead throw. Marvin was catapulted
through the air, the lush greenery ready to catch him somewhere in the distance.
Then she ripped free Stina from her inner thigh. The young woman held a furious
expression, her body glistening from the dried cum.
Stina’s eyes went to Henry. “You’re an embarrassment
to our clan.”
“Be a good girl now and scurry off.” Ada similarly
threw Stina in the same direction. Lastly, she pulled Raymond free. “Oh, I
forgot I took your clothes off,” Ada said with a chuckle. “That’s your problem
now.” And he was last to be sent flying.
Henry waved her over. “Let’s be quick here, in case
they rush back. Taunting them really didn’t help.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” Ada joined him and they
entered the tunnel. Henry found the dome-shaped keyhole and placed the Compass.
Light was choked out as the barrier reappeared, left with nothing but the
ambient light down the tunnel. Henry helped her find him with constant calls
and she let him stand on one cupped hand, the other used for support. It didn’t
take long for signs of life, the tunnel opening into a smaller cavernous room
with an out-of-place giant orange tree growing on one side. Colorful flowers
encircled the pool, a rainbow wreath, and the sunrocks from above were like
windows bringing sunlight in.
“Does something about this feel strange to you?” Ada
said.
“Yeah. The water’s purity, the freshness of all that
grows, everything feels too perfect and bright.” They both drank from the water
and Ada bit dents into the oranges to peel them, and the oranges were ripe and
juicy, releasing that wonderful fragrance where one needed only the nose to
tell it was ready to eat. They ate and drank until they were ready to descend
deeper. The continuing tunnel had ambient light but was otherwise dark.
“Are you ready?”
Ada didn’t answer. The hand Henry stood on ascended,
bringing him up to her chin.
Henry turned around to face her, the slight smell of oranges
coming from her mouth. “What’s wrong?”
Her chin hovered closer, her lips pressed together,
met his face, and released him with a peck. Only after they parted and a few
seconds passed did Henry realize she’d kissed him.
“How did that feel?” Ada wasn’t smirking or playing;
she was holding her breath, blushing. “You’ve kissed my body so much, so I
thought I should return one.”
Henry nodded. “It felt right.”
Now she smiled. There was mutual movement, Henry
stepping to the edge of her palm, Ada hovering closer, and they kissed. Henry
smooched her upper lips while she pecked his face and some of his chest. When
they parted, they stared into one another’s eyes for moments that felt much
longer than the mere seconds they were.
She stared past him,
into the tunnel they had ahead of them. “Let’s go then, my love.”