Elise
followed the servant through the castle hallways, taking in the impressive
stonework and intricate tapestries that lined the walls. She had served as a
knight for the Kingdom of Verdania for years now but had never been this deep
into the massive castle. This section was normally off limits, as it held the
royal chambers. After her most recent displays on the battlefield, however, she
had been promoted to the prince’s personal guard, hand picked by the king
himself. She had never actually met, or even seen the young prince now that she
thought of it. It was well known that he was tiny, about half an inch tall
according to most of the kingdom, and was kept locked away for his own safety. Tinies
were rare, only a few born every hundred years, but were not unheard of in the
kingdom.
The servant
led her down another turn that led into a hallway with a singular wooden door
at the end of it. She towered over the servant as she followed, easily a head
taller than the man. The servant turned and looked up at her as they stopped in
front of the door.
“This is the
prince’s chambers; he is expecting you so you may go in when you’re ready.” The
servant informed her, before shuffling back down the stone hallway.
Elise turned back to the heavy door and took a deep breath,
she was not known for her manners and hoped to make a good impression on the
young royal. “Let’s get on with it” she muttered to herself before pushing
against the door, revealing the chambers inside. She slowly stepped inside,
looking around for the prince. She didn’t see her new charge, but she was met
with the most opulent room she had ever laid eyes on. Beautiful paintings and
tapestry lined the walls while ornate woven rugs covered every inch of the
floor. Hand crafted furniture of the highest quality filled the room, both
normal sized pieces and miniature versions as well, presumably for the prince
himself. A delicate crystal chandelier illuminated the room from above. As she
wandered around the room, she decided it had to be the nicest room in the
entire castle. The one thing she couldn’t seem to find was the prince himself,
no sign of him at all.
“Sir? Prince Arthur?” She called out,
“I was told to meet you here… I’m the new guard” she waited for a response, but
one never came. “Oh well, suppose I’ll have to wait” She decided, heading to
the plush chair that sat in the center of the room.
Prince Arthur looked on in awe as the
titan of a knight approached the chair he was in. He had never seen a woman so
well built. The young knight had sharp stunning features and striking green
eyes. Her hair, a golden bob cut, perfectly framed her face. While all his
servants were bigger than him of course, she was entirely different. He could
clearly see the well-defined muscle on her arms, and her pants clung to her
legs tightly, showing off her thick thighs that fought against the fabric. He
had placed himself here so he would be easy to spot, but she had clearly
overlooked him somehow.
As she stopped at the chair she cast
her shadow over the tiny prince, towering over him. She seemed to stretch on
endlessly up to the heavens. She pivoted on her heel, turning around and
presenting her massive butt to him. She sighed before beginning to lower
herself into the chair.
The prince’s eyes went wide in shock,
finally snapping out of the trance he had fallen under while watching his
beautiful new guard. He backpedaled but tripped over his own two feet, landing
flat on his back and watching as the two moons descended upon him.
“NO NO NO WAI-“was all he was able to
get out before the massive ass slammed into him.
Elise stretched out and made herself
comfortable in the chair, the plush material was the most comfortable thing she
had ever sat on. She wiggled herself back a little farther, grinding the young
prince against her butt, though she couldn’t feel his struggles. Time slowly
ticked by as she sat in the quite room, waiting for her new charge to appear.
“He really should be more mindful of others, typical royal” She thought,
rolling her eyes.
Below the prince squirmed with all
the miniscule might he had but was no match for the flesh that enveloped him.
He pushed as hard as he could, but his hands simply sunk into the squishy flesh
that lay on top of him. He tried to scream out but was muffled by the thick
ass. Her weight felt like a house had been dropped on him, he worried his bones
may crack beneath her.
It had now been at least ten minutes,
maybe the servants had been wrong on where she was supposed to be Elise
decided. She pushed herself up from the chair, deciding to go look elsewhere
for the prince. As she stood her cheeks slammed together, gobbling up her
pants, as well as the tiny prince. His new predicament was even worse, unable
to move even an inch as the massive cheeks pushed together. The woman that was
supposed to protect him may just be the end of him.
Elise began to walk for the door when
she passed by an ornate mirror, an uncommon sight outside of nobles’ homes. She
stopped to take a look at herself, flexing and admiring her toned body. She
turned to look at her backside as well. As she looked at her backside, she
noticed something sticking out from her pants.
“Is that… a tiny arm?” she asked
herself, watching the small limb flail trying to get free. She reached down and
pinched the small arm before pulling it, and the prince it belonged to, free
from her rear end. She brought the tiny man up to her face and quickly realized
what had happened, she had nearly crushed him under her butt.
“Oh my your highness! I am so sorry!
I had no idea you were in the chair,” she explained, trying to suppress a
giggle. “I mean, it must have been so scary down there” A smirk began to form
on her face as she thought of him struggling against her butt. “Unless of
course, you enjoyed it?” she teased the tiny royal that dangled between her
gloved fingers.
Prince
Arthur attempted to catch his breath; his body ached from the whole
ordeal. He had never been treated with
such disrespect or held in such a way. Who did this woman think she was. “I’ll
have you know I did not enjoy it! In fact, I think you’ll be fired as soon as
father finds out about this whole thing!” He shouted up defiantly
“Well, I
suppose we’ll see, but for today at least it’s my job to look after you so lets
not get too angry” She said while sitting him down on the table, before taking
her finger and rubbing his tiny head, disheveling his hair. “How about we start
over huh? Get to know each other a little better?”
“Fine, but
be more careful in the future, I’d rather not end up crushed under you” The
prince snarked while attempting to fix his hair back in place.
“So, what
sort of stuff do you like to do, where will we be going?” She asked excitedly,
her mind was full of ideas about the sort of crazy things a prince must get
into.
“What? We
aren’t going anywhere, you’re just here to protect me.” The prince explained
“Well I mean
yeah but what sort of adventures will we go on? I bet you’ve been all over the
kingdom!”
“Ummmm….well
I mean of course I’ve been on adventures…just…not any as of late is all”
“Well were
have you been then” She questioned
“Ughhhh…It’s
hard to think there’s so many travels to choose from and…well ummm”
Elise saw
right through his poor attempt at a lie “Oh my goodness…you’ve never been
anywhere at all have you?!” She burst out laughing, “Have you ever even left
the city?”
“Well…no,
not exactly” The prince admitted, looking down at his feet. In truth he hadn’t
left the castle in years, not after the incident. His face burned in
embarrassment as the knight continued to laugh at his sheltered past. “Enough!
If you’re so well-traveled then why don’t you share some of your stories, huh?
Elise
finally managed to calm down and stop her laughter. “Sure thing my liege, which
do you want to hear about? My time at the siege of Valkenburg, or the cavalry
charge in the Loraine Valley, ooh or how about when I dueled Duke Louis last
year? You know what, you can just hear them all!” Elise began to recount her
amazing tales full of heroism, bravery, battle, and treasure.
Prince
Arthur sat on the table completely enthralled by the knight’s stories. He had
never heard so many amazing tales of foreign lands and massive battles, he
understood now why she had been chosen as his personal guard, there wasn’t a
man alive that could best her. Each story was somehow more impressive than the
last, and made the prince realize just how sheltered he had been. He quickly
forgot about the incident of her sitting on him.
“I’d like to
go on an adventure I’ve decided.” He declared triumphantly as she finished the
last story.
Elise
giggled, “Would you now? Well maybe one day that will happen my tiny liege” She
dismissed the thought, trying to think of more stories to tell
“No, I’m
serious! I’m just as brave as you are, in fact, we’ll go on one right now” the
prince announced while he crossed his arms smugly.
Elise stared
down at him, somewhat surprised by his determination, he wouldn’t last a second
on any real adventure. “Hmmm… perhaps we can take an adventure to the lake
then?” She offered, thinking of a safe option for his “adventure”.
“The lake?
Sounds exhilarating, I’ve never been! Will there be treasure there? Maidens to
rescue? Enemies to defeat?” he asked, excitement building in his chest.
“Something
like that,” She laughed, the most dangerous thing she could think of that may
be there would be a few insects, maybe a cat at best.
“Well, go
get your armor then! Oh, and have the servants pack us a lunch as well.”
Elise stood
up from the table and brought the tiny prince to his wardrobe so he could get
dressed before leaving the room to get her armor. She most certainly wouldn’t
need it, but she would indulge his fantasy of being an adventurer. She informed
the servants of the prince’s wishes and they quickly got to work.
Prince
Arthur waited eagerly for her return; his mind full of ideas about what was in
store for him. How many men would he fight? How many beasts would he slay? What
traps would he have to avoid? Elise soon returned strolling into the room with
confidence and grace. She now donned a suit of armor that was both practical
and stylish. The armor was made of polished steel, intricately adorned with
etchings of swirling patterns and the symbol of her noble house, an eagle. A
dark green cloak trailed behind her, adding a touch of elegance to her
battle-ready attire. A short sword sat in its sheath on her hip.
“Are you
ready my tiny adventurer?” She teased, seeing Arthur in the adventurer outfit
he had put together. It was a mashup of various outfits, none of which were
suited for their long hike. “The servants have packed us both a lunch,” she
patted a sack that was slung over her shoulder, “and, gave me this pouch to
carry you in” She pointed to another pouch, this one sat on a cord that the
knight had put around her neck, creating a necklace, leaving the pouch resting
against her chest. She reached down to pick him up.
“That’s
alright, I was thinking I would walk actually” He said in a matter of fact tone
“Well, I’d
like to reach the lake today so, I’m afraid you will be riding in the pouch
actually” She replied, mocking his voice. Before the young noble could respond
she had snatched him up and dumped him in the pouch before heading out of the
room.
Prince
Arthur landed upside down in the pouch, completely disoriented. “Who do you
think you are?! That was a command and I am your superior” He yelled up out of
the pouch. Elise either didn’t care or didn’t hear him as she ignored his
chastising, continuing her walk through the castle. The prince huffed and began
to gain his footing. The pouch was the perfect size, allowing him to see over
the edge while still remaining safe inside. The prince peeked over the pouch as
they exited the castle, the city sprawled out in front of them. As they walked
through the streets, he was amazed at all of the people and sights. He had seen
them from the castle walls, but actually being in the bustling streets was
entirely different. The streets were lined with colorful buildings, adorned
with intricately carved wooden facades and fluttering banners bearing the
kingdom's emblem.
The air was
filled with the delightful aroma of freshly baked bread and fragrant flowers,
mingling with the lively chatter of merchants and townsfolk going about their
daily routines as they passed through the market. Elise took them down the
winding cobblestone alleys, doing her best to avoid the busier streets and keep
the tiny royal out of sight. Soon they made it to the city gates, which stood strong
made of sturdy oak. The guards immediately recognized the knight and moved
aside and giving a nod of respect, allowing her to exit.
They now
stood outside the city, the kingdom’s land stretched out before them, a
beautiful landscape of fields and meadows, with mountains poking up far off in
the horizon. Elise took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air after being
inside the stuffy castle, and began walking up the path to the lake. Prince
Arthur also took in the smells and felt the breeze blow through his hair. He
had never seen so much lush nature, and began to pester Elise with questions
about every flower, tree, and animal that the duo passed.
“And what
about that one? What kind of bird is that?” The prince asked excitedly as a
majestic eagle flew overhead
“That is an
eagle, and it is time for you to stop with the questions” Elise laughed, using
her finger to shove the tiny man back down into his pouch. She needed to move
faster if they were to reach the lake soon, and the constant questions were not
helping.
An hour or
so later they had finally arrived, they crested the hill and saw the lake
shimmering before them, its crystal waters reflecting the golden rays of the
intense sun that hung overhead. Elise spotted a large Elm tree that stood by
itself and offered shade under its lush canopy, a perfect place to rest. She
huffed as she sat down at the tree, somewhat exhausted from her long hike.
Normally it would be no problem, but the heat was particularly bad today, and
her heavy armor only made things worse. She rolled out the picnic cloth that
the servants had packed with their lunch before reaching into the pouch and
plucking the tiny prince out, sitting him down on the soft plaid cloth.
The prince
marveled at the vastness of the lake, his eyes widening at the sight of its
expansive beauty. He watched as gentle ripples danced across the water's
surface, the sound of lapping waves and birds flying overhead creating a
beautiful symphony in the air. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever
seen.
*Clink Clink*
The prince
turned his head, startled by the loud metallic noise. Elise was undoing part of
her armor, removing the pieces covering her upper half. The pieces landed in
the dirt with a soft thud, revealing her toned body that had been hiding under
the metal. Arthur gazed up in awe at the muscle clad form that stood before
him, her sculpted arms rippling as she continued to undo the remaining armor
around her lower half. Beads of sweat ran down her body, leaving a sheen over
every inch of muscle. He was entranced while watching one weave between her
washboard abs, jutting back and forth between the well-defined muscles. The
titan paid him no attention, and began to stretch, glad to be relieved of the
hot and heavy armor.
Elise
finally glanced down and noticed Andrew fixated on her, practically drooling
while watching her stretch. “Like what you see little guy?” She giggled, a
smirk quickly expanding across her face.
“What…no its
just…I zoned out is all” The prince responded, snapping back to reality.
“Uh huh, I’m
sure” She said sarcastically, before reaching down and picking him up between
her powerful fingers. “You know if you want a closer look all you have to do is
ask” She dangled him in front of the abs he seemed to like so much. Arthur
could now see every detail of the powerful muscle that made up her midsection.
The abs looked like they had been chiseled from stone onto her body, and the
sweat that glistened on them made them all the more beautiful, his heart
pounded in his chest.
“This is
what years of hard work looks like, start training and maybe you can get some
too. You know what? Why don’t you get an even closer look?” Elise said, biting
her lip. Before Arthur could realize what, she meant her hand quickly brought
him closer and slammed him against the abs. His face was now pressed against
the hard sweaty muscle. She began to drag him across them, his body bouncing up
and down as he rubbed against the wall of flesh. Elise couldn’t help but laugh
at the situation, causing her abs to vibrate. The sticky sweat clung to the
prince’s clothes and skin, some of the salty liquid even getting into his mouth
and assaulting his taste buds. The prince tried to struggle against her grip,
but it was no use, he was in for the ride at this point.
She finally
took him away from her, bringing him up to her face. “Enjoy your up-close view
my liege?” She teased
“No! That
was entirely inappropriate, and your sweat is disgusting! He yelled at her,
wiping more of the sweat off his face.
“Yeah, it’s
pretty gross, thanks for helping me wipe it off!” She laughed, “Its pretty hot
out today and you did make me carry you all this way though so its kind of your
fault when you think about it, in fact maybe you should help me some more!” Her
smile widened even further as she lifted her arm, bringing the tiny prince up
to her armpit. The flesh was covered in sweat, and the heat could be felt
emanating off of it.
Elise turned
her head bringing her nose over to the pit and sniffed. “Oof, and the smell is
pretty ripe to your highness, you really should have picked a better day for
your adventure.” Before he could say anything, he was once again slammed into
her sweaty body. The smell hit him hard, just pure body odor. His eyes began to
water from the intense heat and smell, and his breathing became more and more
labored. It couldn’t get any worse.
At that
moment, Elise closed her arm, sandwiching the prince in her armpit and removing
her hand. The heat and smell increased tenfold as he squirmed against the
massive walls of flesh that enveloped him on each side. More of the sweat
worked its way into his mouth and nose, causing him to thrash even harder. She
had completely violated every one of his senses in less than a minute. Elise
finally grew bored of her little prank and placed her hand below her arm to
catch him as she lifted her arm back up. She waited but he never fell. Puzzled,
she moved her head to look at her armpit, only to see the shrunken man
plastered face down into her underarm, glued in place by her sweat. She burst
out laughing, using a finger to scrape him off her skin and place him back on
the ground.
The prince
regained his breath and wiped the sweat off his face again. His outfit at this
point was completely soaked through, and the wet clothes clung to him
uncomfortably. His face turned red as the giantess continued her laughing fit.
“You know it’s
really not that funny! I could have got hurt! When we get back to the castle
and my father finds out I promise you’ll be sorry!”
Elise tried
to stifle her laughter to respond, “You’re right my liege its not funny…its
hilarious!” She burst into laughter again. “Aww come on, I thought you were
supposed to be a tough adventurer, not a crybaby” She teased, reaching down and
poking him in the stomach with her finger, sending him toppling over.
“I am tough!
I could take anyone in a fight, you aren’t the only brave one here you know!” he
retorted
Elise
finally managed to control her laughter as she processed the prince’s
statements. “A fight? You want to duel me then is what you’re saying? Well, I’d
hate to deny my liege his wish” She declared, her toothy grin becoming more
menacing.
The prince
gulped, beginning to back away as the knight spoke. “Well…of course I could
fight you but… well I’m sure you’re very tired from the hike and… well I think
we should just wait because…” He scrambled for anyway out of this, she would
easily beat him if he allowed the fight to happen.
“No no no, I
don’t mind really!” Elise happily said, sitting down and working to remove her
boot. She pried at it before it finally popped off with a wet squelch. She
dropped the boot beside Arthur, it landed on its side. The foul stench seeped
out of the opening of the ratty shoe, giving Arthur a taste of what was to
come. He peered into the boots opening, a small ray of sunlight allowed him to
make out her footprint on the insole, deeply engrained from years of use. Her
pantyhose covered toes wiggled as the breeze blew between them, it felt good to
free her tired feet. Arthur looked on at the massive soles before him. The
stuffy boot had clearly kept them warm, and the pantyhose she wore had begun to
wear thin over her toes. “Since it’s your first duel I’ll go easy on you
though, how about you just have to fight my foot? I mean, certainly a brave
prince can take on a girl’s foot, no?” She stretched her foot closer towards
him, the smell somehow worse than her armpits. He made a mental note to make
sure she received new shoes when they returned.
“Well…of
course I can! Just one quick duel should be fine I suppose.” He tried to sound
confident in an attempt to save face, but his fear was obvious. He readied
himself on his shaky legs as the foot inched even closer.
“Great, I
knew you had it in ya! Well, get started!” Elise shouted, signaling the start
of the epic duel.
The tiny
prince closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the air had become stuffy. It
was time to prove himself. He charged, his legs carrying him at lightning speed
to the foot. As he made his way closer the temperature skyrocketed from the
massive foot’s heat. Soon he was upon his foe and began to pound his fists
against her hard heel. His muscles ached as he attempted to beat the mighty
sole into submission, his knuckles turning red. After a minute of his attack he
stopped, taking a step back to allow her to yield.
Above, Elise
had watched the tiny prince scurry over to her foot before beginning his
attack. His battle yell more of a tiny squeak, and his punches more like a weak
massage than anything else. He had finally backed away.
“Wow, very
impressive my liege” She giggled, “But now, its my turn!”
With that
she began to lift her foot off the ground, hovering it over him. Prince Arthur
craned his neck up following the foot, and realized she had no intention of
yielding. His heart pounded through his chest as the foot descended, swallowing
him up in its shadow. He began to run, at least hoping to avoid the heel. He
pumped his legs, but was too tired from the battle to make it far
*THOOM*
The foot
finally hit the ground, smooshing him under her arch. The smell was immediately
noticeable, burning its way through his nose as he tried to struggle out from
under the foot. It was an intoxicating scent, proof of her long hike, but still
feminine. The prince’s brain began to melt as the smell continued to make its
way into his nose. Was he enjoying this, he began to wonder. A part of him
wanted to stay forever. No, he quickly corrected himself, he was not supposed
to be treated like this!
Elise felt
the tiny man’s struggles and chuckled. “Feel free to fight back whenever you
want! My foot isn’t going anywhere” She called down. She began to roll her foot
across the ground, dragging Arthur with it and allowing him to experience every
part of her foot. He would be rubbed all the way down to the rough iron heel,
clearly hardened from years of activity, before travelling all the way back up
to the nylon covered toes, where the heat and smell resided in full. After a
minute or so of this, Elise lifted her foot to see the tiny prince face down in
the dirt. She took her big toe and flipped him back over, resting the toe on
his chest and pinning him.
“Do you
yield?” she asked, bouncing her toe on top of him.
“Get off
me!”
“What’s
that? You want another round? Well, if you insist!” She laughed, ignoring his
pleas for mercy.
She shifted
her foot forward and trapped the tiny prince under her toes and began to
squeeze him with them. It was oddly relaxing, he felt great on her tired toes.
The prince found himself becoming even more intoxicated by the foots scent as
time went on. Elise then turned her foot on its side before bringing the other
one over, slamming them together. The prince was now squished between all ten
toes which moved simultaneously to batter him around in his new smelly prison.
His body ached from the abuse, Elise had been careful not to apply too much
pressure, but the size difference meant any amount was too much. As he
squirmed, he finally managed to break free from his 10 captors, landing on the
ground. Noticing this, Elise sat her feet back flat on the ground expecting him
to beg for mercy. To her surprise however, Prince Arthur jumped onto the top of
her foot and began to hit it, he still had not given up. Elise kicked her foot
up, a little harder than she meant to, sending the prince flying into the air.
Time seemed
to slow down for Arthur as he spiraled through the air, he could see the
massive plaid blanket that his duel had been conducted on in full from his new
height. He also saw Elise sitting there, looking up at him with a smile spread
across her face. He yelped as he began to descend, praying she would catch him.
As he fell from the sky he realized where he was heading, right for her
muscular legs.
Elise made
no attempt to catch the prince, too absorbed in watching the whole thing play
out to react. Instead, he landed on her massive legs and bounced off the toned
muscle, landing in between the titanic thighs. Elise realized what opportunity
had presented itself, and slammed her legs together, gobbling him up in her
toned thighs. The prince was crushed in the mountain of muscle, unable to move
even an inch. The rock-hard legs tensed up around him, further smooshing him.
“Is this how I die” he wondered, “trapped between some young girl’s legs?”
Elise, satisfied with the duel, relaxed her legs, allowing the tiny prince to
fall to the ground. She reached down and brought him up to her face, he hung
limp in her grasp.
“Would you
like to say you yield now?” She giggled
“Yes! Yes!
You win!” He begged
“Hooray! You
know normally the winner does receive a prize,” She smirked, taking her
pantyhose off her legs and feet. “How about you give my feet a little kiss?
Since they gave you such a good fight and all” She brought him down to her
overturned foot and gently pressed his head against her toe. Arthur considered
resisting, demanding her to put him down, but he knew it was useless. Deep down
a small part of him had even liked being handled so roughly, it was so much
more exhilarating than his normal life. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips,
before touching them too the sweaty toe and giving it a big kiss. The salty
sweat coated his lips, its taste a little sweet this time.
Elise burst
out laughing again, the prince’s display was simply too much. “What would the
king think if he could see you now? Did you enjoy your kiss my liege, my toe
certainly did!” she wiggled her toes some more for him, before sitting him down
on the blanket.
“What? No! I
just wanted to be done is all, you hardly fought fair anyway!” He pouted, full
of embarrassment
“Well, I
thought you were very brave,” She consoled the prince, a smirk still plastered
on her face. “How about we go ahead and eat, might cheer you up.”
The prince
agreed, he had worked up quite and appetite, and Elise began to unpack their
respective meals. First, she opened the sack containing Athur’s meal, it was packed
to the brim. She pulled out miniature sandwiches, and an assortment of berries,
slices of cheese, bread, and a few miniature cookies for dessert. The prince’s
mouth watered as she handed him each one, his stomach grumbling. After giving
him his grand meal, she pulled out her sack, which was noticeably lighter. From
it she retrieved a slice of cheese, some fresh bread, and an apple. “Glad to
see the servants are fair” She thought to herself, watching the prince gorge
himself on his much bigger assortment of food. She quickly scarfed down the
meal, eating as if it may be her last, a habit she had picked up on her
journeys. As she took the last bite of her meal her stomach still grumbled. She
looked down hungrily at the prince who was currently holding a massive berry,
much bigger than himself. The prince finally noticed his companion eyeing up
his food.
“Oh no, you
had your own don’t even start” he said, trying to nip her asking in the bud
“Come on,
are you really going to miss one little berry? I mean, there is no way you’ll
eat it all,” She lowered her head closer to him, bringing her mouth in front of
him. He could feel her hot breath wash over him, peering into the dark chasm
that was her mouth. “Just one little bite won’t hurt”
Before the
prince could argue, her wet tongue shot out of her mouth and scooped up the
berry, bringing him along with it. He was brought into her mouth and could only
watch as the lips sealed behind him, leaving him in total darkness. The berry
was immediately crushed by her massive teeth and sent down her throat, leaving
the prince all alone in her maw. Any attempt to stand up or move was undone as
he slipped and fell on the undulating tongue beneath him. Her saliva washed
over him as she swished him around inside her mouth, moving him around with her
powerful tongue. Her sweet spit rushed into his mouth as he gasped for air. She
continued to bat him around with her tongue, giving him a full tour of her
steamy mouth. Eventually she swished him to the front, before allowing him to
fall out of her mouth inside a glob of spit.
Prince
Arthur sat up, dazed and confused from his short time inside her massive mouth.
He wiped some of the drool off his face, but was unable to get most of it off,
there was simply too much.
“Thanks for
sharing little guy” She teased, “Let me help you out.” She reached down and
picked him up before wiping him off on her shirt, removing the remaining saliva
that coated his tiny body.
The
remaining part of the day was spent with the prince exploring the land around
the lake with the help of his protector. He was introduced to a variety of
insects and explored the many fields of wildflowers that grew around the
shimmering lake. His favorite part of the day was when Elise took him for a
swim in the lake. Arthur had never learned to swim though so in reality he
simply sat in her hand as she stood in the water with him. The serene waters
seemed to stretch on into infinity, providing him with a feeling of content he
had not known in years. The sun had begun its descent and now cast a warm glow
over the two. He sighed as he listened to the small waves lap against the shore
behind him, after such an eventful day the rest was needed. He looked up at the
knight that held him, she had stripped out of most of her clothes for the swim,
only her under garments remained. The droplets of water created a beautiful
scene as they ran down her muscular frame, highlighting every curve. The prince
couldn’t help but stare at the massive breasts that hung above him either, he
knew it was indecent, but his brain was not in charge at the moment. She was
beautiful, no two ways around it, and despite her bullying, he had grown quite
fond of her companionship. He may have even grown fond of the bullying as much
as he hated to think of it.
The day
waned as the two spent more time together, sitting on the blanket and getting
to know one another better. Elise shared more epic tales from her life and
adventures, as well as her childhood as a poor commoner and rise to the
respected knight she was today. Prince Arthur in contrast recounted his spoiled
and overly sheltered upbringing, never being allowed any danger at all. He
confided in her his insecurities about this fact and thanked her for their
adventure.
The sun now
dipped even lower; an orange glow filled the sky. Elise informed her tiny liege
that it was time to leave if they hoped to make it back to the castle before
dark. Arthur knew she was right but was sad to say goodbye to the picturesque
lake. The two began to gather their things as the sky turned into a vibrant
canvas painted with streaks of orange, pink, and purple. Elise finished rolling
up the picnic cloth and stuffing it back into her sack before beginning to
reattach her armor. As she finished her legs and began to work on her torso a
devious smile spread across her lips, maybe she had time for one more prank.
“Are you
ready to leave your highness?” She asked
“I think so,
everything is packed. You can put me back in the pouch once you’re ready” he
responded, noticing she hadn’t finished donning her armor completely.
“Well, I was
thinking, it may be cold on the ride back and the pouch won’t be very warm, so
I think you’ll be riding back somewhere else” she said, winking at him as she
finished her sentence.
The prince’s
heart fluttered as she plucked him off the ground and brought him up above her
chest.
“How about I
tuck you in here, I think it’ll be plenty comfy” She giggled, taking her free
hand and bouncing her boobs below him. “Don’t act like you weren’t staring
earlier, you think I didn’t notice? Even tiny men are all the same I suppose”
She joked, before lowering him into her cleavage, only his head remained poking
out. The prince’s face burned from embarrassment knowing she had noticed his
stares. “Try not to have too much fun in there!” With that she pushed his tiny
head down into the cleavage as well.
The prince
was surrounded on all sides by the squishy flesh that made up her boobs. He
changed his mind, this was his favorite part of the day, not the lake. He was
in pure heaven as the soft bouncy orbs pushed against him. Elise began to
squeeze her boobs together, feeling Arthur’s squirms brought a smile to her
face. After having enough fun toying around with him between her breasts, Elise
decided to get moving. She picked her breast plate up off the ground, the last
piece of armor she needed to put on and began to fasten it in place, smashing
her breasts inside the sturdy armor.
Inside, the
pressure around Prince Arthur increased 10 fold, compressing him into the boobs
and threatening to squeeze the life out of him. This wouldn’t be the worst way
to go, he thought as he took another labored breath.
*clink
clink*
Elise
finished putting the armor on and slung her satchel over her shoulder before
beginning to head down the trail. Her long stride took her across the land
quickly, she should just make it to the castle before dark, she estimated. The
lack of Arthur’s questions this time around also certainly sped the journey up,
she could barely feel his tiny struggles at this point, they had gradually
slowed down during the walk.
Inside the
armor sweat began to pour, turning the squishy flesh that surrounded Arthur
slippery. “This must be what heaven is” he thought as the soft skin embraced
him. He never wanted to leave his new prison. He was surrounded by her sweet
scent as he snuggled into her. As the pressure continued to increase inside his
bouncy prison, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, cradled in her warm
skin.
Elise
entered into the city gates right at the Sun dipped below the horizon, allowing
the sky to begin to dim. She made her way through the still bustling streets,
stopping in the market to buy some more bread, as she was still hungry despite
the meal the servants had prepared. After quickly devouring it, she made her
way to the castle, ascending the perfectly carved steps and entering into the
fortified doors that protected the keep. She began her trek down the winding
cobblestone corridors, nearly getting lost but eventually finding the lone door
that led to the prince’s quarters. She entered in and pulled one of the plush
chairs up to the prince’s bed and began to undo her breast plate again.
*Clink
Clink*
It fell to
the floor, allowing her chest to breathe again. She began to fish around in her
cleavage for her tiny passenger, digging through the sweaty skin before finally
finding him. She pinched down on his torso gently and pulled him out. As she
brought him up to her face, she saw his limp body resting in between her
fingers, he was completely out. His chest rose and fell as he breathed gently.
She smiled warmly at the sight; he was undeniably adorable in the moment. Elise
gently lowered him and placed him in his bed. She sat back in the chair and let
out a long sigh, glad to finally be off her feet after her adventure. Despite
his size the prince had surprisingly been a handful to deal with, but an
enjoyable companion nonetheless. She zoned out as the minutes passed by, lost
in thought while waiting for him to awake.
Arthur’s
eyelids slowly opened, allowing him to see the ceiling of his bedroom hanging
far above. He groaned, rolling over and facing the titanic knight that stared
off blankly into space. She blinked as she noticed the movement.
“Well, look
who finally decided to wake up, couldn’t even be bothered to keep me company on
the hike back huh?” She grinned
“Ugghhgggg”
he groaned; his body ached from the various trails Elise had put him through.
“What happened” he croaked
“You
couldn’t handle the ride home apparently, probably got a little too excited”
she laughed, “Well I suppose this is goodbye, since if you recall you said you
would be dismissing me and all” She began to rise out of the chair.
“No wait!”
The prince motioned for her to stay “I’ve…I’ve changed my mind. You make for an
acceptable guard…and I enjoy your company…” he mumbled.
“What was
that last part? Speak a little louder please, you said you love me?” She teased
“I said I enjoyed
your company, ok? Don’t let it go to your head.”
She giggled
at the remark “well I enjoyed our day together as well, you’re a fun little
toy. You should get some rest though. Goodnight my little prince” with that she
leaned down and kissed him, her soft lips covering his entire body in their
warmth, causing his heart to flutter. She pulled away and rose out of the
chair.
“Goodnight
Elise! Oh, and please tell the servants you need new boots!” He pointed down at
the well-worn shoes on her feet.
“I like my
boots just fine thank you” she said in a matter-of-fact tone
“Believe me,
I can tell after my time with your feet today” he scoffed
“I'll
consider it my liege”
She turned and
strolled over to the door, closing it behind her. Arthur rolled back over onto
his back; his body ached all over from his eventful adventure today. He had
seen more today than he had in all of his life. Elise remained at the front of
his mind; he couldn’t stop thinking of the knight. He had never met someone so
bold, someone willing to treat him the way she had. He had been sat on,
flicked, poked, squished, and nearly swallowed. It was exhilarating, certainly
as good as any adventure the knight had been on herself.
His eyelids
became heavy as he reflected on his day, and soon he was fast asleep.