For as much damage had been done in such a short amount of time, few outside of the castle would learn the truth about the attack on the Bosse Kingdom.  From the late founder himself possessing his second son’s body, hounds and criminals from the Underworld attacking the castle from within, and the mastermind of the whole plot being a girl locked away in a magic mirror, it was a tale too fantastical for the masses to comprehend fully.  And once everything was resolved, the innocently insidious plot thwarted, and the dead laid to rest where they belong, the truth of the sudden invasion didn’t matter.  With the only real, lasting damage being done to the castle’s wall, peace swiftly returned.  And while the first prince took his rightful place as the ruler of his father’s kingdom, Bojji relinquished the throne back to his younger half-brother to set out on another adventure.

Now well and truly relieved of her official duties as queen, and with both of the children she had raised for so long grown into men capable of taking care of themselves, the blonde-haired monarch still had much to do in service of her kingdom.  As the queen mother, Hiling’s influence and authority within the Bosse Kingdom were far-reaching, and her popularity among the citizens and guards was on the rise.  Especially with her going out of her way to heal the injured during the invasion, though her words could be a bit harsh, she was a merciful and righteous woman that looked after her subjects.  Though, that’s not to say that when the situation calls for it that she’ll stay her hand against ne’er-do-wells and criminals.

In fact, though she had relinquished her position as queen to Daida’s fiance, Miranjo, and left most of the politics of running the kingdom to her son and his court, there was still one secret duty that even Bosse himself didn’t know about that she continued to perform.  While royalty have the authority to authorize and carry out executions as they deem necessary, with her magical powers, Hiling was capable of disposing of threats and vile criminals without anyone knowing.  And as she sat in her room, watching from on high as soldiers and laborers repaired the massive hole in the castle’s wall, she turned to the group of unarmed captives that had been smuggled into her chambers, bound.

“And these are?”  She asked, looking at the red-haired, armored woman standing next to the restrained people.

“Spy and traitors.  I caught them trying to sell information to some of the surrounding kingdoms.”

“H-Hiling-sama!  Th-This is all j-just a big misunderstanding!”  One of the bound men said, trying to break free.  “I would never betray the Bosse Kingdom!  I’m not a spy, I swear!”  Unlike the other alleged criminals, the man professing his innocence looked to come from a position of moderate wealth.  Unlike the rugged and rough features and condition of most of the others, his skin and hair were much better maintained than a commoner, and though panicked, his speech and mannerisms were more eloquent and refined.  “I’m j-just a simple merchant.  I don’t know anythi–”

“Slave merchant.”  The redheaded woman corrected in a harsh tone, glaring at him.  “Specifically children.  I stumbled upon him while investigating the others and brought him in as a bonus.”

Clenching her fists and grinding her teeth, Hiling looked to her loyal and faithful head maid, who silently nodded without.  “Y-You!  You dare!”  Standing up, the former queen stomped over to the cowering criminals.  While they might not know what she was about to do to them, they knew their lives were in her hands.  Grabbing the stuttering merchant by the neck, she focused her magic into her hand as a purple glow enveloped it and then the man.  Before he try to come up with some lie or excuse, she rapidly shrunk him, much to the horror of the other criminals while her guard and maid calmly watched.  “Those poor children!  How could you?!  I’ll deal with you myself!  You’ll be executed immediately!”

Tossing the shrunken man, now no bigger than her pinky finger, into her mouth, Hiling lent no ear to the blubbering merchant.  Even his taste offended her tongue, so rather than let him reflect on and regret his decisions, she swiftly pushed him to the back of her throat and swallowed him whole.  Her disgust for his character and flavor was visible on her face as the squirming lump denoting the man’s position descend down her neck and vanished behind her collarbone.

Rubbing her stomach, the frantic man immediately began pounding against it to free himself.  Hmph!  Do you think you can upset my stomach like that?  Ha!  Do you have any idea how many criminals I’ve executed like this?  That’s little more than a pleasant massage to me, but feel free to keep it up.  She thought, licking her lips as she looked at the other trembling criminals.  “What a disgusting man.  I can’t believe we let something like that happen under our noses.”  Looking at the armored woman, her expression softened.  “Is there anything we can do for the children he sold off, Ann?”

“Other than the ones he was currently keeping, I’m afraid we can’t pursue them into other kingdoms.”  She replied, shaking her head solemnly.  “We returned the ones whose parents we could find to their homes and the ones without parents I sent to the village.”

“I suppose that’s the best we can do then…”  Not quite satisfied, the blonde quickly shrunk the other criminals in her room, taking them back to her table and dropping them onto the plate with the rest of her breakfast.  Sighing as she looked out the window, listlessly stirring the panicking garnish into her meal while the older maid picked up the discarded clothing, she barely paid any attention to her food as she continued eating.  I know I should be satisfied that Ann caught them, but…  Learning that there was more corruption and deception in the kingdom than what Miranjo concealed disheartened her.  Scooping up a couple of the criminals with her next bite, she didn’t spare people who would try to sell out her sons’ kingdom the pain of a slow digestion and made sure to not chew them up with her food.

“Just because you’ve become royalty doesn’t mean you’re omnipotent, Hiling.”  Standing behind her old friend, Ann placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled down at the pointy-nosed monarch.

Returning the warm smile, Hiling nodded and looked down at her plate.  To them, I must look like some all-powerful, inhuman goddess… but the reality is I’m just one woman.  I couldn’t protect my children, and they ended up being the ones to save the kingdom, especially Bojji.  Looking out toward the horizon, the visage of the tiny, weak boy that she cared for like her own for so many years now seemed so big and imposing to her.  Within that small body was a strength she could never see past the disabilities she so foolishly focused on.  How much more will he grow when he returns?  Will I still be able to hold him in my arms, or will he finally get to grow big and strong like his father and mother?  Reaching for the feather stuck in her dress she received from her stepson before he departed, while she was happy he had found his strength, part of her wished that he could have remained where she could reach him.  “I suppose you’re right, Ann…  I wouldn’t even be alive right now if I not for so many people protecting me.”

Sighing at her own inadequacy, Hiling continued to pick at her food, preventing the criminals she was executing from escaping easily.  Though even if they begged and pleaded with her to spare them, it was too late now.  Not to mention, she was hungry.

As she quietly ate, over the sound of construction and people bellowing orders in the distance, a nearby, booming voice caught her attention.  “Come on!  Put your backs into it!”  Looking in the direction of the familiar voice, her dreariness faded a bit as she saw her trusted bodyguard leading a group of men as they transported materials to the restoration site.  While the men behind him were helping each other carry large wooden beams or pull carts filled with stone blocks, Dorshe was carrying more than all of them combined and wasn’t slowed by the load at all.  “Just a bit further.  You can do it.”  He said cheerily, laughing heartily as he led them.

Watching the burly, muscular man fondly, Hiling leaned out the window just to get to keep watching him for a few seconds longer, smiling softly.

Taking advantage of the lapse of the blonde monarch’s attention, the last remaining spy jumped off her plate and ran for the table’s edge.  However, before he could leap, a hand swooped down and snatched him up, tossing him into a waiting, open maw before he could even scream for mercy.  “He’s got a big voice to go with that big body of his, doesn’t he?”  Ann said as she swallowed the runaway treat, poking her head out the window to see the kind-hearted warrior.  From the distance between them, he looked no bigger than the man making his way down into her stomach, which brought a smile to her face.  “Bet that’s not all about him that’s big either, eh, Hiling?”  She teased, nudging her long-time friend playfully.

Ever since the night Underworld hounds had been sent to kill the blonde, the Queen’s Shield has been granted permission to stay by her side at all times, even through the night, to ensure her safety.  And with the way the two look at and behave around one another, their budding relationship was a poorly kept secret.

Her face going beet red, Hiling whirled around to look at the redhead.  “A-Ann!  S-S-Silence!  I-I c-could have y-you executed as well!”  She said, stumbling over her words as she fidgeted and looked around wildly.

“Heh, I can think of worse places as my final resting plot.”  Ann teased, poking at Hiling’s ample rear through the back of her chair with a chuckle.  “At least I’d still be ‘supporting’ you, right Doime?”

“If you ask me, I feel like a few too many people are supporting Hiling-sama as such.  Her knickers and undergarments hardly fit anymore.”  The older brunette said, setting a sack of all the discarded clothing down by the door.  “If you would be so kind, could you at least aim for her bosom, Ann-sama?  I’m sure her next child would appreciate that more.”

“You two!  You know I’m still a queen, right!?”  Had they been anyone else, she might have shrunk them in an emotional outburst, but as long-time confidants and friends, Hiling limited herself to baseless threats.  “Goodness, Ann I can understand but how can you be so crass, Doime?”

“Crass?  Did I say something wrong, or was there something other than that big lug’s big heart that caught your attention?”  The redhead asked, playing coy with her words.

Calming down quickly, Hiling quieted her voice over what she thought to be a misunderstanding.  “H-Huh?!  O-Oh, y-yes…  O-Of course that’s what you meant…”

“Well, I’d appreciate it if you and Dorshe-sama quickly had as many kids as you’re going to have,” Doime said bluntly, letting out a weary sigh.  “I’m not as young as I used to be, so it’ll only get harder for me the longer you wait.”

“True, and I guess no matter how big he is, compared to Bosse-sama…”  Ann added with a mischievous smile.

“B-B-Both of you!  Silence!”  Her embarrassment rebounding even more potently, the blonde clutched her dress and stared at the floor as Ann and Doime shared a playful laugh, mumbling to herself.  “It’s not like…”

“Huh?  You say something?”  Ann asked, not fully hearing what Hiling said.

Tightening her grip, Hiling looked up at the two, laying her feeling bare.  Embarrassment, impatience, frustration, longing, all the feelings she couldn’t show to the public, exposed for them to see.  “It’s not like we’ve even shared a bed yet…”

Silence hung in the room for a moment as Ann and Doime looked at the blushing woman fidgeting like a young maiden shyly discussing her first love before looking at each other and then snapping their attention back to her.  “You two haven’t what!?”

With another long day of aiding in the reconstruction effort for the castle’s outer wall done, though he wanted to rush back to the former queen as her personal guard, there were other duties Dorshe had to attend to first.  The thwarted invasion and failed assassinations proved how lacking the soldiers and castle guards were, as well as highlighting where the Big Four needed to improve.  Though he didn’t regret paying an eye and a leg to ensure Hiling’s safety, the burly man knew that those weren’t costs he could pay frequently.  Not only would he worry the woman he was meant to protect, if he couldn’t see or move properly he wouldn’t be able to protect her properly.  Thus, redoubling not only the guards’ training but also his own was the only thing someone of his capacity was capable of.

After washing away the sweat and grime from a day of hard labor and intense workout, Dorshe made his way to Hiling’s chambers.  Or rather, his and Hiling’s chambers while reflecting on was he can do to keep the brusque woman safe.  I’m not as cunning as Bebin, nor can I plan multiple steps ahead like Apeas.  The only thing I have going for me is my sturdy body and building muscles, and at least I can teach others better than Domas.  He thought, shuddering at the thought of letting the blonde swordsman train the guards after seeing how he attempted to train the starry-eyed young guard, Hokuro.  Much less teaching so much as beating the young lad trying to get him to copy his style of swordplay, the other members of the Big Four instantly realized Domas wasn’t suited to being an instructor.  How he was able to instruct Bojji-sama all those years is beyond me.  Then again, I don’t think I even saw him have Bojji-sama do anything but practice swings and hit a training dummy.

Comparing the Crown Prince from his memory, who could barely hold and swing a wooden sword, to the capable, almost untouchable warrior that Despa trained Bojji into in his mind, Dorshe still could scarcely believe they were the same person.  Since Hiling doted on Bojji and loved him as much as she did Daida, he had been by Bojji’s side for most of his life, and to see the young boy grow so much was bitter-sweet.

And now Bojji-sama is off on an adventure of his own.  I’m sure Hiling-sama misses him more than anyone.  As he got to the door to her room, he paused for a moment and pulled out the fang he received from Bojji, remembering his promise to the compassionate, gentle young man.  I can’t keep her from worrying about him, but I’ll make sure Hiling-sama will be here to welcome Bojji-sama home, no matter what.  Reaffirming his conviction, he knocked and tucked the fang away once more.  “H-Hiling-sama, I have returned.”

From the other side of the door, he could faintly hear the sounds of pattering footsteps, rustling clothes, and inaudible whispers before Hiling replied.  “H-Hmph!  H-How many t-times do I have t-to tell you th-this is your room as well, so just c-come on it.”

E-Easier said than done, Hiling-sama.  He thought, blushing.

Even if this was his official station, sleeping in the same room as the beautiful blonde had him more nervous than any battle he had ever participated in before.  Unlike when they camped out while traveling, there was privacy and security in the castle, so he was conscious of even just hearing her breathe and turning over in her bed.

I can’t even bring myself to sleep in the bed.  But if I did…  Even in her conservative nightclothes, there was little that could hide her naturally wide hips and bountiful bosom.  Having had to carry her on more than a few occasions, he knew how light and delicate she was too.  A boorish man like me sharing a bed with Hiling-sama?  If I did anything to hurt her in my sleep, I’d never be able to face either Daida-sama or Bojji-sama.  As Dorshe’s thoughts spiraled downward, questioning whether he was truly worthy of a woman like Hiling, the aforementioned woman’s patience had run out.

As the doors in front of him were thrown open, rather than the loose-fitting, light blue, thick linen nightgown he was used to seeing the beautiful blonde dressed in, Dorshe was met by the blonde in a form-fitting dark pink slip made of silk so thin that it was nearly transparent!  The collar was cut so low, most of the top of her chest was visible, displaying her deep cleavage prominently and the hem didn’t even reach down to her knees.  From the nubs poking out from her breasts and the lack of indentation in her skin under her nightwear, it was clear that that thin sheet of silk was the only thing covering her body.

“H-Hiling-sa–!?”  Unable to fully process the sublime beauty gracing his eye, Dorshe was overwhelmed by a storm of emotions as his mind just went blank.

Her already dazzlingly beautiful blue eyes stood out more from the heavy blush coloring her fair skin, and the locks of loose, golden hair accentuated the reddening of her ears as she stared at him.  “How long are you p-planning to stand out there?  How you can have such a big body yet be so infuriatingly timid is beyond me.”  She said, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.  Pressing her body against his, Hiling did her best to embrace the hulking man, pushing him against the doors to close them.  “You’re supposed to be by my side, right?  Don’t make me have to execute you for neglecting your duties.”

“H-Hiling-sama?”  Hesitating to return her embrace, Dorshe couldn’t think straight with her soft body squishing up against his rugged, trained muscles.  Even through his thick tunic, her warmth radiated into him, and the sweet, gentle scent surrounding her was both comforting and arousing.  However, another strong smell lingered in the air that caught his attention.  Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her back and crouched down to meet her gaze.  “Hiling-sama, have you been drinking?”

Averting her gaze, the busty blonde smiled.  “Just a bit.  Ann and Doime t-told me I should have some ‘liquid courage’ before you came back.”  She said, pulling him toward the bed.  On the nightstand, there was an open bottle of wine along with two large, golden goblets.  “I’m not letting you s-sleep on the floor anymore.  From n-now on you’re sleeping i-in bed with me.  Th-That’s an order, understand?”

Trying to make sense of what was happening, Dorshe wasn’t used to being put in such a complicated situation.  “E-Even if you say that, I c-can’t just…”  Trying to come up with a way to talk his way out, talking wasn’t his strong suit.  What are that woman and maid putting in Hiling-sama’s head?  Backing away from the slightly inebriated monarch, two pairs of hands pushed against his back, catching him off guard.

“Of course I can!  I’m still a queen, and what I say goes.”  Hiling said like an indignant teen, grabbing him by the collar with a purple glow surrounding her hand as he fell forward.  “And I say you’re sleeping with me tonight, Dorshe!”

Unable to regain his footing, the bulky, bald man fell forward.  However, as his feet left the ground, and the first thought on his mind was how he might hurt the delicate woman he was about to fall onto, everything around him, Hiling included, rapidly grew bigger and bigger.

Through a combination of two of her closest confidants’ persuasion, a mounting longing for intimacy, and a bit of liquid courage, Hiling couldn’t hold herself back anymore.  As she sat on her bed in the dark, with Ann and Doime smiling victoriously down at her, she stared at the burly man who seconds ago dwarfed her as he sat naked on her palm.  No taller than her slender fingers, her Dorshe was finally in her grasp.

“There’s being shy and then there’s being a coward.”  She remembered Ann saying earlier after she let slip that Dorshe had been sleeping on the floor since he was granted permission to sleep in her room.

“If you don’t take the initiative, he never will,” Doime added.  “Dorshe-sama is as big as a bear but timid as a rabbit.  You’ll have to train him properly, Hiling-sama.”

What kind of face am I making right now?  She wondered as she cupped her free hand behind him and pressed her loyal bodyguard into her chest.  How do I look to you, Dorshe?  Are you afraid?  Confused?  Overwhelmed?  I’m sorry for using such a forceful method but…  Giggling as sinking into her soft bosom encouraged him to begin struggling and squirming finally, she firmly pushed him even deeper into her chest to immobilize him.  Ahh~  I just can’t hold back any longer.

“Well, that was easier than expected,” Ann said, brushing her hands off, satisfied with how things turned out.

Already picking up and folding Dorshe’s clothes, Doime glanced up at the blonde smothering him in her chest and smiled.  “Yes, if Dorshe-sama had one major weakness, it would be Hiling-sama.  However, I doubt he’ll be up to the task of satisfying you for a while yet.”  Setting his clothes and peg leg aside, she reached up and pulled the blonde’s hands back to allow the burly man to breathe.  “That is if you don’t suffocate him first.”  She added with an amused giggle.

Plucking the gasping Dorshe from Hiling’s cleavage, Ann dangled him above the blonde’s head playfully between two fingers.  “If that’s all it took to do in one of the Big Four, this kingdom would be in big trouble, right?”  She asked, teasing the naked man as he was still trying to make sense of what was going on.

“H-Hey, let me go!  What happened to me?  Am I dreaming?”  He asked, trying to cover himself up while struggling to get free.

“Oh?  So you see more than just Hiling in your dreams, do you?  Well, they do say men should have big appetites.”  Ann said, pulling on the collar of her nightshirt.  “Mine aren’t nearly as impressive though.”

“Ann!”  Not about to let even an old friend tempt Dorshe, even as a joke, Hiling reached out to reclaim him, but the redhead was easily able to pull him away.

“Sorry, sorry. I was kidding.  I know he’s all ours.”  Leaning forward and pushing the mildly intoxicated blonde down onto the mattress, Ann brought her hand carrying Dorshe down under Hiling’s hem and pressed the tiny man into her plump thighs.  “Though, since it’d be a waste just to have you only smother him in your breasts all night, let me give you a helping hand.”  She said, sliding the squirming man up to the woman’s exposed womanhood.

“Huh?  W-Wait, Ann! S-Sto–!”  Unable to escape from the gigantic hand restraining him, Dorshe tried to reason with her but his words fell on deaf ears.  The heat of the blonde’s excited flower was already upon him, and the potent scent of thick nectar overpowered all other aromas swirling around her.

“W-Wait, Ann!  Th-That’s–!?”  Reflexively, Hiling tried to close her legs and push Ann back, but her faithful head maid had circled around the bed and held her from behind before she could move.  “D-Doime?!  Release me at once or I have you–ahn~!”  Before she could levy her trademark threat, a shiver of pleasure spread over her body as Dorshe’s head pressed into her delicate folds.  Rather than attempt to curl up more, the pleasure relaxed her body, having her unwittingly spread her legs slightly and push her hips into the tiny man as she fell back into the older brunette’s arms.

“Geez, all I did was lightly brush his shiny dome against you and you had that big of a reaction?  Just how long has it been for you?”  Ann whispered teasingly, grinding Dorshe’s head into the rapidly moistening sex as she leaned in to gently blow on Hiling’s ear.  “Do you still want me to stop, or do you want some more?”

Looking down at her crotch, Hiling couldn’t see what Ann was doing through the hem of her nightgown, but her lust appreciated every twitch and stroke of the tiny man between her folds.  Leaning back more into Doime’s arms, she couldn’t fight against her urges any longer.  B-But this d-doesn’t feel right.  Reaching to her groin, she gently took Dorshe from the redhead and brought him up to her face.  He was coated in her fluids, marked by her scent, and his bulging muscles glistened in the moonlight that came in through the window.  “Dorshe…  I’m sorry b-but…  I’ll be gentle, okay?”

Captivated by her warm, aroused smile, the shrunken man had never seen her make such a face before.  There was no doubt that she admired King Bosse, and her fidelity to their marriage was beyond reproach, but it was always a political marriage with the aim of producing another strong hier.  Even with how well they treated each other, he had never seen such a heart-filled smile on her gorgeous face before.  But there are proper steps to things like this.  Shaking his head to clear the amorous temptations clouding his reason, even now he needed to act in a way to protect the woman he loved.  “H-Hiling-sama.  Let’s calm down and–!”

“And what?  You’re not going to break me.  I’m not so delicate as to not be able to embrace the man I love.  But fine, if you want to calm down and organize your thoughts, I have the perfect place for you!”  Longing, frustration, and desire boiling over in a fit of emotion, it wasn’t that he was still trying to avoid intimacy that tipped her over the edge, but his transparent reason for doing so.  I’ll show you just how ‘strong’ my body is.  Lowering him down her body, Hiling pulled up her hem and teased her womanhood until it was ready to accept the burly man.  Preventing him from calling out to get her to stop was as easy as burying his head in her dripping folds, which got progressively deeper the higher her arousal raised.

And to ensure Hiliing’s heart didn’t get in the way, both Ann and Doime were lending hands to heighten the blonde’s mood.  Squeezing and groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and caressing her rear, they each targeted the erogenous zones of the busty blonde that they knew about without interfering with her fun with Dorshe.

“That’s it, Hiling.  For a guy like him, you need to make his body understand.”  Ann whispered into her ear as she gave the woman’s ample butt a firm squeeze and used the fluids flowing from her love hole to slip her fingers into the tight pucker just below it.  “Their skulls are so thick, they can only learn things physically.”

Still supporting and propping the former queen up in her arms, the older brunette tightly squeezed one of Hiling’s breasts with one hand while massaging and pulling on her tongue with the other.  “Dorshe-sama should be able to survive, even if you have to get a bit rough.”  She added, watching as the blonde plunged the object of her affection deeper each time.  “Just make sure you heal him if you do break anything.”

As much as she was enjoying the sensation of having someone with broader, more rugged features than Doime penetrating her hot, drooling sex, the distractions provided by her two bad influencers left Hiling unable to focus and enjoy Dorshe’s wiggling and squirming properly.  She couldn’t remember the last time she allowed someone to play with her anus without shrinking them first, and the vast majority of them didn’t live to do so again.  And the way Doime was touching and caressing her tongue, it had never been so sensitive in the past.

Y-You two…  S-Stop it!  I c-cant focus i-if you…  Writhing in pleasure at both other women increased the intensity of their actions, Hiling had unwittingly shoved Dorshe entirely up her womanhood.  No matter how much he fought to turn around or back up, she was able to overpower and pull him deeper inside of her sex, but it wasn’t his actions that were bringing her closer to climax.  “A-Ann~  D-Doime~!  S-Stop.  Th-This is s-supposed t-to be m-my night w-with…  I-I c-can’t…”  Weakly protesting, her voice was quieter than the moans and ragged breathing escaping her lips.  Neither woman was listening to her.  “Th-That’s… that’s enough you two!”  Using the frustration of her night with the man she loved about to be derailed, Hiling grabbed both the redhead and brunette and shrank them down to the size of her thumbs.  Falling back onto the bed now that Doime was in her hand, Hiling stared up at the canopy overhead, panting to catch her breath while Dorshe continued to struggle inside of her.  Resting her hands on her chest, she sat up to look at the two, naked women pinned to either breast under her palms.  “Seriously, you two… what am I going to do with you.  You were the ones telling me to focus on Dorshe tonight.  How can I when I have you distracting me?”

Chuckling cheekily and scratching her cheek, Ann crawled out from under her palm, half-heartedly held her hands up, and shallowly bowed in apology.  “Sorry, Hiling.  We just wanted to help you loosen up, but then…  Right, Doime?”

“If you want to preoccupy us, Hiling-sama, why not give one of us to the other for the night?”  The older brunette suggested, remaining under the blonde’s palm so she could enjoy the softness of her breast.  “Don’t you think it is unreasonable to show us you enjoying Dorshe-sama so much only to not include us?”

“Heh, now that’s an idea.  But if you wanted to be my toy so much, all you had to do was ask.”  Ann said, confident that she’d be the one to get to play with a tiny Doime.

Turning to the redhead with a dark smile on her face, Doime giggled at the remark.  “If you’re referring to the times my gaze occasionally drifts towards you, Ann-sama, that would be because I can’t help but think how adorable you would be in my hand.”

These two…  Not sure how the rivalry between the two women formed, tonight was not the night for them to involve her in their competition.  At least, not on their terms.  “Hmph.  Fine.  Since it seems I’ll need a few days to show Dorshe I’m not so fragile as to crumble at his touch, you two can compete to see who can satisfy me first.”  She said, sitting up more and idly reaching for her nethers.  “The one that does the better job will get the other for a whole day, but I don’t want either of you hurting each other.  Understood?”

Looking at the mature brunette, Ann shook her head and smirked up at the gigantic blonde.  “Hey, c’mon Hiling.  You think we’d actually try to hurt each other?”

“I would never entertain the thought of bringing harm to one of your allies, Hiling-sama.”  Doime agreed.

“Be that as it may, I know you both can get carried away,” Hiling said, picking up Ann first with her free hand.  “Let’s proceed quickly so I can focus on Dorshe.  What do you plan to do, Ann?”

If not for how unusual his situation was, the shrunken, burly man may have succumbed to the storm of emotions raging inside of him.  With uncertainty came worry, and in the dark, it was easy to panic, but the thought that kept him from fearing for his safety was that it was the gentle, caring queen he had served for years that had him.  And even with such a surreal experience, his instincts as a man as well as his affection for the beautiful blonde had him bursting with energy in all the most unhelpful of places.

Even with his immense strength, the slipperiness of the undulating, fleshy walls constricting around him made it impossible to find any purchase to escape.  And even if he could maneuver himself to crawl towards the exit, he had no leverage to contend with the gigantic, slender fingers that waited to force him back inside the sweltering hole.

H-Hiling-sama, please, we can talk about this.  He thought as the most difficult thing to overcome sapped his strength: the pleasure of her tight folds coiling around his painfully erect member.  The trembling of his hips didn’t help in keeping his thoughts straight either as the massive sex suddenly began to tighten and relax once again and the pounding of the giantess’ heart quickened in turn.  Something else was wiggling on the other side of the layers of muscle and tissue below him.  H-Huh?  What is that?

Heh, even if you act all prim and proper, go on to become queen, or learn a neat new spell that lets you shrink people, you always did enjoy having your rear teased.  Right, Hiling?  Pulling herself through the massive, tight anal sphincter of the gigantic blonde, Ann smirked as she began to knead and massage the mucus-covered walls around her.  Even if most of her ‘private lessons’ came after a few hearty drinks back before Hiling married Bosse, it didn’t make them any less effective.  Never thought I’d be shoving more than a finger or tongue in here though.

In order to beat the older head maid, she knew that playing with just the wrinkled pucker wouldn’t be enough, and unlike criminals, she had no reason to fear the giantess’ body.  If anything, exploring her in new ways add to the thrill, and even if she couldn’t get back out on her own, Hiling wouldn’t condemn her to the fetid depths of her bowels forever.

Well, we helped her clean up in here too, just in case, but I shouldn’t venture too far in.  She thought, keeping a foot on the sealed anus so’s not to get lost in the pitch darkness.  Able to monitor the blonde’s arousal through the reactions of her body, Ann chuckled to herself as she felt something else moving independently of Hiling’s body above her.  Ah, there you are, ya big lug.  Enjoying yourself in there?  Maybe I’ll get Doime to show me what it’s like once I win.  As much as she wanted to tease Dorshe through the thin separation between them, the redhead focused her efforts on pleasing her old friend.  And who knows, if I can get Hiling drunk enough, maybe we can all…

With her friend pleasuring her from within her rectum, Hiling continued to tease the man in her sex, gently nudging him back deeper each time he tried to crawl out.  “Alright, Doime, where would you like me to put you, or do you plan on pleasuring my chest?”  She asked, looking at the shrunken brunette.

Shaking her head, the older woman stepped onto Hiling’s hand.  “You’ll have to let me out quickly when we’ve finished, Hiling-sama.  Could you bring up to your mouth and open wide?”

Hm?  Well, I suppose it does feel nice when people cling to my tongue and claw at the inside of my cheeks… but not as good as having Ann in my rear.  Obliging her head maid, Hiling held her up in front of her lips and opened her mouth wide so she could climb in.  But does she think I’d accidentally swallow her in the heat of the moment?  Not sure how to feel about the diligent woman’s apparent concern, having Doime crawl over and rub her tongue had a more intense effect than Hiling had anticipated.

Unlike those scared and pleading for her to let them go, Doime was confidently rubbing the more sensitive spot in her mouth as she ventured deeper and deeper.  The familiar flavor of the maid’s body spread over her tastebuds, prompting more saliva to fill her mouth.

Doime, be careful.  I know I shrunk you, but you don’t have that much room to move around.  Though she could comfortably fit the thumb-tall woman on her tongue, it took some effort to not send her down her eager gullet like so many others that had passed her lips.  She didn’t want to risk swallowing any of the pooling saliva either, but as Doime approached the back of her throat, the brunette pushed forward and let the involuntary reaction of Hiling’s body drag her down to the waiting digestive organ below!  D-Doime!  Oh no, I-I have to get her ou–!?  A-Ahhhn~!

Sitting up quickly as she tracked the descent of her trusted maid, Hiling was about to run to the washing chamber and force herself to vomit the careless woman up but was paralyzed by a powerful wave of euphoria crashing over her body.  Unprepared for the pleasant sensation to come from her stomach of all places, the strength left Hiling’s legs and arms before she could get out of bed.

H-Huh?  Wha-What’s g-going on?  Rubbing her stomach as she rolled over, the blonde was as confused as she was aroused, and without even realizing it, her hand returned to her dripping sex.  Doime?  Sh-She did that on purpose?  My goodness, what a reckless thing to do…  Wanting to reprimand the older brunette, Hiling couldn’t argue with the results, as her stomach receive the most pleasant internal massage she had ever experienced.  Sure, I may occasionally enjoy the struggles of a criminal as I execute them, b-but… oh my word, I…  I should get her out quickly… but I w-want to her to finish first!

Unlike those desperate to escape her stomach with their lives, Doime’s only concern was in elevating and intensifying her pleasure.  And in the face of such passion and a new form of pleasure, even if she knew she should have ended things before they got dangerous, Hiling was unable to do so.

P-Please hurry, Doime!  I need you by my side, not on my sides.

After monitoring and aiding her queen through many executions, Doime had a good idea of how long a person could survive in Hiling’s stomach.  At her size, it would be a while before the acidic environment claimed her life, but as she massaged and caressed the slick walls, she was encouraging it to work harder and faster than normal.

It’ll likely be dangerous to stay in Hiling-sama’s belly for more than a few minutes.  It’s already starting to sting a bit.  She thought as the pooling acids splashed against her skin.  But that should be more than enough time.

As concerned for the woman in her stomach as she was, there was a part of Hiling that got excited by the prospect.  Oh, Doime.  Will she succeed, or will my belly claim her?  I should stop this before it gets to that point… b-but she fed herself to me.  Sh-She knew the risks.  The higher her arousal climbed, the less her reason guided her actions.

Her concern for the woman’s safety ebbed with each pang of pleasure the very same woman gave her, and all that mattered was enjoying herself as much as she could.  Whether the brunette survived or not, it was unlikely that she’d get to experience such unique satisfaction again, so she had to make the most of it.  Patting her stomach and stirring up her sex, the redhead in her rear was all but forgotten as she rapidly approached climax.  Lost in blissful, sweaty, self-indulgent passion, it didn’t take much longer for Hiling to reach her breaking point, moaning loudly as she came, forcefully ejecting both Ann and Dorshe from her body as she quaked in euphoric satisfaction.

Sore and winded, Dorshe slowly sat up and looked around, shivering in the cool night air now that he was no longer in the gigantic furnace of a sex.  He stared at Hiling as she leaned against the headboard, trying to catch her breath and whiling the sweat from her flush face.  Despite the ordeal he was put through, she was still as beautiful as always, and since he was none worse for the wear, and her smile was so dazzling, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

“Well, that was a wild ride!”  Picking herself up and glistening in a foul-smelling, thick mucus, Ann smiled confidently as she looked around.  “So, Hiling, who won–?  Hmm?  Hey, where’s Doime?”

Coming out of her blissful stupor and lowering her gaze to look at the two shrunken people on her bed, the redhead’s question quickly registered in the fringes of the giantess’ mind and her eyes widened in shock and worry.  Jumping up from the bed, Hiling dashed into the washing chamber without a second thought.

Nestling her prize between her meaty cheeks, Doime smiled, satisfied with her victory.  “Since you seemed so fond of Hiling-sama’s rear, I’d like to hear your thoughts on mine, Ann-sama.”  She teased as she got dressed.

“Can’t believe you threw yourself down Hiling’s throat just to win.”  The redhead griped, and though she wasn’t happy to hear how the brunette won, she didn’t try to get out of her punishment either.  “You got guts, I’ll give you that.”

Giggling as she trapped the shrunken woman in her underwear, Doime lightly patted her hefty backside.  “Thank you, Ann-sama.  I was impressed with your tactic as well.  Not many people would be willing to go so far to win.”  Gathering the rest of her and Ann’s clothes before excusing herself for the night, she bowed to the blonde sitting in her bed and left with a noticeable spring in her step.

But sure whether she should sigh or giggle at the odd relationship the two shared, Hiling bid Doime good night and held Dorshe up once they were alone.  “I-I’m sorry i-if I got a bit carried away.  I know you’re just trying to be considerate of me, but sometimes, I just…”

“No, this was my fault, Hiling-sama,” Dorshe said, cutting her off.  “I wasn’t afraid of hurting you though…  I’m just… well you know my sturdiness is my only redeeming quality, so I don’t really know how to act in th-these situations.  I only know how to train my muscles, so this is all so new to me…”  Blushing at his inadequacies, he stared down at her soft, smooth palm.  “...b-but, i-if you’ll be patient with me, I-I’d couldn’t ask for anything more than your help t-teaching me.”  Ha added, raising his head to stare at her with steeled conviction.

Not expecting such an earnest response, it certainly did match the type of man he was.  Someone who was willing to face things head-on and give it his all, that was the true nature of Dorshe of the Big Four, the Queen’s Shield, and the man she loved.  “Y-Yes.”  Smiling, she nuzzled him with her cheek, relieved to finally make some progress in their relationship.  “But I’m not going to go easy on you.  A grown man should be able to at least share a bed with the woman he loves, so we’ll start there.”  She said sternly, leaving no room for negotiations as she settled under the covers.

“O-O-Of c-course!  I’ll d-do my best.”  More embarrassed than nervous, Dorshe didn’t question or push back.  Compared to earlier, something like this–huh?  Expecting her to reverse the spell that shrunk him so he could join her in bed, Dorshe was confused when she brought him under the bedding.  “Hiling-sama?  What are you doing?”

Lifting the blankets so she could see him again, the blonde looked at him like she was doing the most natural thing in the world.  “Why, tucking you back in, of course.  I’m sure after a few more nights sleeping in my nethers, you’ll have gotten over any reservations you have about sleeping in my bed.”  Smiling affectionately before lowering the covers once more, she proceeded to slip him back into the tight, accepting folds of her womanhood.  “Good night, Dorshe.  Try not to move too much either.  Mmm, as much as I enjoy it, it has gotten far too late for fun.”

Squeezed tightly from the neck down in Hiling’s nether, though Dorshe knew that resistance was futile that didn’t mean he could just accept sleeping in such a stimulating place.  However, disturbing her sleep was the last thing he wanted to do.  How can I possibly sleep like this?!  Lamenting his blessed predicament, he was soon fully consumed by the warm, soft sex when Hiling turned over to lay on her side.