Chapter 9

“So, let me get this clear. You want to get a Giantess in our home, which isn’t suited for their size. Are you alright, honey?” asked Tristan, somewhat amused, as soon as he was able to catch his breath a little.

Galadriel grunted and simply shoved him, once more, feet first into her hungry pussy. It had been years since Tristan had seen his wife as horny as she was tonight, and he couldn’t help but admit it drove him a little wild. He loved the power she had over him; it had always been a crucial part of their relationship. Their size difference meant it would have been ludicrous to try anything else anyway. When one was less than a tenth of their lover’s height and far less in weight, it was better to know one’s place.

Still, he had to admit she was particularly rough tonight, just like she had been when they had been younger and that passion had driven them to discover what they could truly do under the sheets – or more often on them, as Galadriel loved to be in total control and even the minuscule resistance of the sheets was too much for her, most of the time. It was only when she wanted to be explored that he had to do so in utter darkness.

Today was no exception, and her immense body, now covered in a thin layer of sweat, was exposed for him to see in all its glory when she used him as the toy he was. He loved it today as much as he did when they had started. There was something absolutely arousing for him, knowing that he had to compete with her sextoys, to prove he was better than those. Perhaps it was a ridiculous bout of male ego, but since he couldn’t hope to satisfy her in a way a Small would have, he took pride in being the best at the way a Normal could.

Still, today she was particularly domineering. Usually, she granted him moments of respite, letting him rest a little on her prodigious rack or her perfectly toned belly. But today, she used him, again and again. She had pressed him between her enormous tits, his entire body sealed into their mighty embrace to the point his joints had started to feel painful – a little bit more pressure and he suspected his bones would have broken. And when she had released him, it had been to use his face as a stimulator for her clit while her other hand drove its fingers deep inside of her.

It had only been at first, of course. He had expected to be plunged into her quite quickly, and used mercilessly, as she used to when they had started their relationship. Instead she had dropped him on the bed and then put one of her massive feet over him, pressing him gently but firmly in the mattress, his head firmly wedged between her big and second toes. He hadn’t needed to hear her command to start lick, moving his hips and rubbing himself against her sole, as she moaned and grunted, shivering in pleasure.

She hadn’t done it often, and at first it had been off-putting for Tristan. Licking her feet like that? It truly made clear who was the lead in their relationship, sure, but at first he had feared it also meant that they weren’t really in a relationship to begin with. That he was just a way to pass time before some huge Small stud would come and bang her up, while she’d pressed her foot on him, possibly hard enough to turn him into a red smear on the ground or wherever she had pinned him down.

“I love your little tongue” she had growled that evening, just as she had done, all those years ago when she had done that for the first time. “It’s so soft and gentle, just like you.”

He didn’t answer, focusing on his task – he didn’t need to and anyway, it would have been hard to. Even if her foot simply stood there, without pushing into him, it was heavy enough that breathing and licking at the same time was an ordeal, speaking up an impossibility. Still, he had ways of letting her know he loved what she was saying, and he gently nibbled at the inside of big toe, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pleasure.

Then, she had came, with a thunderous roar – it was a good thing that they had sound-proofed their room, since their children would have been jolted awake by such a powerful scream. Even shielded as he was by her body, Tristan’s ears ringed and he winced in pain – Galadriel hadn’t ever truly been able to understand how painful it was for him when she let her voice ring so powerfully.

When her orgasm was over, he realized he had also achieved his own, on her sole. He panted and waited for her to remove her foot and pick him up. And then he had rested on her left breast, doing his best to get some breath back to talk to her about what she had said to him before they had started their lovemaking session. But it seemed that she wasn’t ready to speak just yet – since she had picked him up again. Still, he went inside her feet first, which mean she was ready to listen a bit, he suspected.

As always, the sensations of being trapped inside of her overwhelmed him, and he got hard in a matter of seconds. As she gyrated her hips, he felt as if he was in a coffin at sea during a storm. Her vaginal muscles clamped on him, and they were far too powerful for him to hope to push free. The safest course of action was to let Galadriel uses him as she saw fit, and get out of it with but a few bruises, if he was unlucky or she was particularly rough.

But sometimes Tristan loved to add something of his own to his wife’s pleasuring. In this case, it meant struggling and wiggling to try and rub her more sensitive areas. And he had gotten quite skilled at that game. It was exhausting of course, and he had to take into account the way Galadriel moved him with her fingers, plunging him in and out of her, but it was rewarding. Her voice, usually quite deep, flew toward the higher octaves as he did his magic on her.

Her grip tightened and he winced, worried that she’d break something, possibly both of his arms, considering how they were pinned against his torso with her powerful digits, larger than his legs. But she knew how to held him without hurting him – it was truly marvelous how careful a Small could be, even in the throes of pleasure – and in this case, he suspected his wife was also trying to relieve some stress.

He didn’t try to deny her that, in fact he moved in the way he knew would be best pleasing her. And she accommodated him, as she always did. In what in those moments, when she started to follow his rhythm, that he knew they were partners, equals in spite of any outward appearance. And since he aimed to always please her, in all he did, he managed to bring her to a second, far more powerful orgasm, in a matter of seconds. Which left him almost drowned by her fluids.

“So… ready to talk, now?” he finally gasped, when she released him, his whole body covered in her sticky release.

“Yes… give me a minute…” she gasped. “I really… needed that.”

“I can say” he laughed. “So did I, to be honest.”

The two of them remained motionless for a moment. Surprisingly enough, being tightly embraced by her vaginal muscles was very comfortable, once she wasn’t trying to push him in and out. He could rest his arms on the outer lips of her pussy and if he had had the energy, he could even have turned around to try and look over her bush toward the mighty mounds on his wife’s torso. Of course, it’d have reignited her lusty fire, so he didn’t try that. Yet.

“I don’t like Giants” she finally said, her voice steadier.

“You never hid that fact, honey” he replied, confused as to why she was telling him something that obvious.

It was the truth, plain and simple. Galadriel never even so much as looked at shows with Giants in them. She never took cases from Giants, Titans or, God forbid, Gigantics. Her husband had quickly realized a fact which never ceased to amuse him: she was jealous of them. She was absolutely massive, towering so much over the Normals in her life… and she was barely half the size of a Giant. And the bigger ones made her feel even smaller, of course; but it was Giants she disliked the most.

“I have good reasons to not like them” she said after a moment, as if she was trying to defend her position. “They are loud, huge and they always believe that they are better than those smaller than themselves!”

“I do wonder who else things like that.”

Tristan’s mocking laugh was cut short when his wife constricted her muscles, making him wheeze. Still, he remained amused by it all. It was typical of a Small, even his Galadriel, to be like that, unable to understand that what she hated in others was a behavior she all too often displayed herself. He still loved her nonetheless, even when she refused to see things as they were regarding her character.

“Anyway!” she barked, but he could hear her amusement. “It seems Valeria and Arthur have become friends with a young Giantess at their school. And Arthur may even have a crush on her, according to his sister.”

“And what’s the name of the hopeful fiancée?” chuckled Tristan.

His wife groaned and fished him out of her instead of answering, a clear sign that she wanted to have a clear mind, no sexual stimulations and no will to speak that name just yet. Tristan chuckled as he was lifted up and up, while Galadriel got up and walked toward their bathroom. He wondered if she’d have the patience for a bath or if he’d have to be extra-careful in a shared shower.

It seemed it’d be the second option as she ignored the bathtub to walk briskly in the shower, closing the glass door behind her. Tristan winced a little – he liked more showers than baths when he was alone, but with his wife, it meant he had to remain in a very specific corner to use his own or risk being either trampled or burned to death, since, as a Small, Galadriel used scalding hot water to rinse herself.

“Her name is Laure” she finally grunted as she gently dropped him by his section of the shower. “And she’s not her fiancée yet. Or ever, if I have a word in that.”

“I don’t think either of us can decide it, but you worry too much” stated Tristan calmly.

“Too much? What if my poor little baby Arthur get… get snatched by some huge freak, who’ll just uses him as a toy for her pleasure and not care one bit about his wants and all!?”

“I don’t know… Ask my mother, she went through the exact same questions when I started dating you.”

“What!?” she almost shrieked. “That old harpy! Just you wait that I get my hands on her! I’ll show her to call me a freak.”

Tristan couldn’t help but laugh at the ridicule of the situation. Truly, Smalls were brilliant, with a powerful mind which easily dwarfed Normals’ far more than their sheer stature already did, but they seemed so utterly unable to see the similitude in their situations that they became prone to those sorts of bouts. If it hadn’t been his wife, he would have been a little worried, but he knew that she was mostly barks and no bite – except if someone really angered her, and his laugh seemed to calm her, a bit.

“Why are you laughing like that?” she scoffed as she started her water, forcing Tristan to get closer to the wall and hastily starting his own shower. “I’m serious.”

“So am I. You know my parents and I hadn’t the best relationships – still haven’t, since they don’t really want to see their Small grandchildren but I can assure you that my mom felt just like you did whenever I showed interest in larger than us girls. So, you know, perhaps don’t try to force things, whatever will happen will happen, no matter how much you try to prevent it.”

She didn’t answer immediately and for well near a minute, they remained silent – in any case, Tristan doubted he could have been heard over the deafening roar of the Small-sized showerhead. He was, as always, impressed by the power of the jets and even more so by the warmth which cascaded all over his enormous wife. Even a few meters away, he had to use somewhat cold water to compensate the steaming vapor engulfing him, drowning him in a sea of water particles.

As much as he was worried when they shared a shower, he had to admit he loved the way Galadriel’s body seemed to be surrounded by a hot mist, hiding partially her forms. Over her knees, he could barely see her, she was just a shadow in the white sea in suspension in the air. And her calves and feet were themselves surrounded by a form of mystery, half hidden by the vapors. He loved that sight, as dangerous as it was.

“Do you think we should let Dragomir go with them?” she suddenly asked, breaking his focus on her.

“I think he’ll want to anyway, he doesn’t like being so separated from his siblings” he replied. “What’s the worse which could happen?”

Galadriel grumbled but finally relented. The risks for her children were minimal and there was no way that young Giantess would have a crush on either of his sons, surely.

“Fine. But we better not be regretting it later on, or so help me, you’ll spend weeks in my pants, and not in a place you’ll like, Tristan!”

“Oh, stop sounding so dramatic” he chuckled, as he caressed her. “We live in Gigantopia! What’s the worst that could happen? They get in touch, become friend and our children get to brag about a Giantess friend? That’s not too bad, isn’t it?”

“Are you sure you work in my office?” she grumbled – but she didn’t voice the many possibilities she had in mind about things going horribly wrong. “Anyway…” she finished, fishing him to make sure he was all clean. “Wanna make more?”

“Hell no!” laughed Tristan, gently punching his wife in the nose. “And don’t you dare tell me you’re pregnant or some stupid joke like that, I’m warning you!” he added when he noticed the way her eyes glistened with mirth.

“Fine, fine…” she sighed. “I guess it just mean more time for me to have you exactly were I want then!”

And without giving her beloved husband the time to so much as scream, she plunged him back inside of her, deeper than ever.

“Oh God… not having the kids around… more often may be great” she groaned, as he started to struggle in a very pleasurable way.

The End