Comet and the Giantess
By Big Brother Alan - BigBrother-Alan@earthlink.net
Comet rescues a mortal man from the hands of a giantess tribe.


Part One - The Highlands

Connor and Lachlan were hiking, along with Connor's dog Rex, in the highlands
during summer break from university. They were best friends and they often
hiked the remote and craggy mountains in this part of Scotland. Sometimes,
they camped. Other times they were only gone for the day. Last night they
camped on a lonely patch of grass that overlooked the valley below and had
sheltering cliffs above. Neither lad really wanted to stay there but they had
hiked too far and had let the sun sink too low to backtrack to a better place.
And besides, Rex had caught a rabbit and dutifully brought it to Connor. So
the boys made camp and had rabbit for supper. They planned to hike back down
this morning but Rex was up and about before them and had disappeared.

Connor whistled and called, "Reee-ex! Come, boy." They heard nothing. He
called again and they thought they heard a faint bark coming from the rocks
above them. Somewhat agitated, they started up after Rex and found an opening
in the rocks. Neither lad wanted to follow it but they wanted to depart this
place and they didn't want to wait for Rex to return on his own. He might be
gone till midday, especially if he was on the chase. Lachlan climbed into the
opening and saw that it was a break in the cliffs. It flattened into a
relatively easy incline. It was a rock-strewn game trail but he saw that the
walls of the cliff pressed in closer and closer as the path rose.

Far ahead they saw the inclined trail top a small rise and it seemed from the
cliffs that the path must surely continue beyond. Fighting an oppressive
desire to turn around and flee this foreboding place, they made their way to a
boulder that almost blocked the path. This was it, they both thought. They
weren't going a step further. It would be easy to side-step the boulder and
continue but both lads had drawn a line in the sand about proceeding beyond
it. "Rex. Here, boy. Come." Connor whistled again. They heard nothing.

"Let's go. He'll come back on his own and he can follow our scent till he
catches us," Lachlan suggested. "He'll be all right. Probably whiffed a bitch
on ahead." But Connor was worried and was reluctant to leave him. This place
sent chills up his spine.

"I'll stand on the boulder. Perhaps I can see what lies ahead." Connor heaved
himself onto his belly on the boulder, intending to stand, but he paused as if
unable to rise further. "I think I'll go a bit further. It doesn't seem so
gloomy ahead." Lachlan thought it strange that Connor just shimmied himself
over the boulder to the other side without standing. His boots disappeared
over the top and he landed with a thud on the other side. "Come on," said
Connor.

Lachlan paused as if unable to proceed. "You go on. I'll wait for you here."
Connor proceeded and several quiet minutes passed. Lachlan, becoming
impatient, made the same decision to stand on the boulder in the hopes of
seeing over the rise up ahead. He, too, shimmied himself onto the tall rock,
but before he even tried to raise himself higher, he heard Connor's panicked
scream. He looked up and saw an unbelievable sight.

Connor was being suspended by the neck, gripped tightly in the fist of an
enormous woman. She was as tall as a cottage and she held Connor's squirming
body in the air as if examining him. Lachlan watched, frozen, as the giant
woman turned his friend this way and that. She picked at his clothes and ran
her hand over his head. In height, Connor was comparable to an infant. The
giant was proportioned like any other woman - any other body-building woman,
that is. Her muscles were ripped and sculpted. Everything about her was five
times longer and wider than a normal body-builder.

With her fingers she easily ripped off Connor's shirt. The force with which
she tore it made Connor scream again. She tugged at his hiking pants but they
didn't give as easily as his shirt. The giant examined them more closely and
realized she could pull them down over his legs. This she did, along with his
inner wear. She held him up, completely naked except for his boots, and
examined him from top to bottom. She bent him over and ran a finger down his
back, buttocks and legs. She lifted him to her nose and sniffed him. She
squeezed him various places with her fingers and she flicked at his tiny penis
with her index finger, not realizing she was delivering a staggering blow to
his balls. Connor bunched up from the pain. She seemed to realize he was in
pain and she put him gently on the ground.

Lachlan saw the giant remove what looked like a large tent-sized piece of
canvas from her chest. It was her upper clothes, a kind of halter that she
wore laced in front. Her now bare breasts were enormous, the size of large
beach balls. Her nipples were at least two inches in diameter and four inches
long. She rolled Connor up into her halter like a cigar, tied both ends off
with the closure ropes attached to it, and slung him over her shoulder. She
walked away and Lachlan saw her disappear over the ridge, Connor's body
bumping against her back as she hopped down and out of sight.

Part Two - Giants

The magical world had long known about giantesses. They were the result of a
rare genetic mutation in the offspring of a witch and a mortal man. When a
giantess was born, there was not much to do except deliver it to the community
of giantesses that lived in a magically protected and shielded enclave in the
highlands of Scotland.

The mutation, rare as it was, always resulted in giant girls, never giant
boys. And a good thing it was, too, or else the world might just fill up with
these beings. Giantess babies were uncontrollable and unaffected by many forms
of magic. A witch knew within weeks of the birth if her baby was to become a
giantess, and witches knew to hold their breath during these first few weeks,
hoping that their babies would be normal. If a baby proved to be a giantess,
she would be handed over to the enclave to be raised by others like her.

The enchantments that protected the giant enclave were ancient. No one in the
magical world knew who placed the enchantments or how, and they certainly
wouldn't know what to do if they ever broke down. They were like a glass dome
over the enclave keeping giants from getting out and keeping the rest of world
from getting in. But they were very complex enchantments. Not only did they
keep the world out, they kept the non-magical world ignorant of its existence.
The enchantments confounded mapmakers and developers and government officials.
They repelled hikers and small airplane pilots and others who might be
steering a course toward it. And the enchantments acted with such finesse that
the people who found themselves nudged to go another way always thought it was
simply their own choice to turn away and never suspected they had been
repelled. The enchantments only acted on humans so animals and the natural
elements behaved normally and passed through the barriers without notice.

The magical world knew how to deliver a baby to the enclave and the giants
seemed always to know when to retrieve one when it was delivered. The witch
mother of a giantess would perform a ritual in a particular remote mountain
pass and leave the baby on a pedestal-shaped boulder. She would usually step
back to await the arrival of the baby's new giant mother. The ritual was
emotional since it always marked the last time the witch would ever see her
baby.

To find the exact location for the handover the witch would begin from a known
starting point and walk into the shield. She couldn't see it but she could
sense it trying to veer her off. She would have to fight the desire to turn
left or right and she would soon find a point along her march where she felt
enclosed in an ever-shrinking tunnel. And that's what it was. The
pedestal-shaped boulder was at the very tip of this conical entrance point
into the giant enclave. This conical entrance into the enchantments was much
like the dimple made by a finger poking into a child's balloon and it
coincided with the geography of the ever-narrowing mountain pass. The aperture
into the enclave itself was directly on top of the boulder and just large
enough for a pair of giantess hands to reach in and take the newly delivered
baby.

Giantesses were known to be fierce among themselves, often fighting to the
death over minor arguments. They weren't unintelligent, only fierce and
animal-like. Their language was uncomplicated and rather inexpressive. They
lived by hunting, unable or unwilling to grasp the rudiments of farming.
Except for the lack of males, they were fertile and there were many legends of
normal men fathering half giants by raping a giantess. But these were typical
legends that grew from a male's need to exaggerate his physical prowess.

In the very rare instances where a giantess became pregnant, the male's
intentions played no part, except where he knowingly entered the enclave.
After entering, wizards find their magic to be of little use and most who
venture out of sight into it never return. The idea that a wizard could subdue
a giantess, rape her, and return is simply ludicrous. Many adolescent wizards
will crawl though the aperture on a dare from his friends, take a few paces
into the enclave with their hearts racing, and run back out quickly before
being detected. The magical world knew giants to be dangerous and
uncontrollable and they stayed away from them.

Part Three - Comet

I was in one of my favorite shopping areas of Paris trying to find a new dress
to replace the one those idiot Karzog brothers destroyed. It was my favorite
dress and I don't think I will ever find another I like so well. I was pretty
sure I had enough Euros. I sold a small bag of diamonds to a dealer in
Antwerp. Why these people don't accept gold or diamonds always baffles me.
Non-magical people and their love of colorful bits of paper - it doesn't make
sense. I could just materialize some Euros - the charm isn't difficult - but I
don't think that would be fair to them. I was in their world and I wanted to
blend in. For that matter, I could have just found a dress I liked and taken
it. I would have been back in my burrow in a split second but I didn't think I
would like to wear a dress that I had taken unfairly from someone.

I found two dresses that I liked and I wore each of them in front of a mirror
several times. But I couldn't decide. I wanted those assistants to help me but
they seemed to think I needed privacy. They were going out of their way to
ignore me. I thought that perhaps if I listened in on their thoughts I could
learn what I needed to do to get them to help me.

Oh! Those awful girls. They thought that because I entered without shoes and
wearing my light robes and shawls, I was not a real customer. They thought I
was not buying anything and they didn't want to encourage me to stay there.
The tall girl came to ask me to leave. "Mademoiselle, qu'est-ce que vous
voulez ici?" She asked me in a rather rude manner I think. But I didn't judge
her harshly. She had been taught badly. I decided to speak to her in English
and I magically encouraged her to speak English as well.

"Well, I'd like to buy a dress but I can't decide. Could you please help me?
Which one do you think looks best on me?"

"Mademoiselle, do you realize that these two dresses have no price tag? You
may want to go to Tati in Montmartre. They sell clothing by the kilo, I
believe." The tall attendant's hand flew to her mouth in surprise. I suppose I
should have checked to see if she knew English before making her speak it. Her
fellow attendants looked surprised as well.

"No, I think I'd much rather buy one of these. This green is my favorite color
but I think the pale yellow dress fits me better." The evergreen dress I was
wearing had a sheer tapered skirt that was split up one side. Its hem came to
a point at the middle of my right calf and rose to the middle of my left
thigh, where the split was. The split continued to the waist. I wouldn't be
able to twirl it like I did with my old favorite - or that is to say, if I
twirled, the skirt would not billow out. It was much more elegant and hugged
my legs more. The fabric felt like extra thick satin and yet it was light and
airy the way I like my dresses. My hands ran off it like water when I slid
them down my thighs. But unlike satin, it was equally glossy inside and out
rather than dull on the inside. I loved the way it felt on my skin. The same
material was used for the top. It had no back, but instead two plaited swaths
of fabric rose from the waist, crossed my breasts and formed tiny sleeves that
held it up. When I stood tall and straight there was a diamond of exposed skin
from just below my breasts to my lower abdomen. And of course my entire back
was bare as well as my ribs.

The startled attendant recovered from her shock, shaking her pretty head
slightly. "I, um, I'm sorry... This one looks fabulous on you. Let's see how
the other looks." I slid down the zipper that was on the back, pulled my arms
out of the sleeves and let the dress fall to the floor. "Uh, Mademoiselle,
perhaps you'd like to come with me to the changing room?"

"But why? The mirror is right here and so is the yellow dress."

"No, I just thought you might feel more comfortable with fewer people looking
at you." I looked around and saw two older women and a man, along with the
other attendants. No one seemed to be shocked. Was I guilty of bad manners? I
need to learn the habits and customs of these people I suppose. But I quickly
put on the yellow dress and my attendant said, "As you wish."

The yellow dress was similar in fabric and comfort but had a slightly
different cut. The attendant convinced me that the green dress was just as
good a fit and since green is my favorite color, I chose it. "I'll buy the
green dress then. Thank you for helping me decide."

I stepped out of the yellow dress and waited for her to tell me how much the
dress cost. "Would the Mademoiselle like to look at shoes or a bag perhaps?" I
told her no and waited for her. "Um, let me find the price of your dress. How
will you pay for it and when would you like to come pick it up?"

I was confused again. Instead of asking, I quickly scanned her mind. She
didn't see my purse or anything that looked like money - of course I wasn't
carrying them in my hands. I would materialize them when I needed them. She
didn't see my shawls - I had sent them home already. She had begun to like me
but she was still highly doubtful that I was going to buy the dress. I said,
"Please just tell me how much to pay you for the dress. I will pay in Euro
notes." She turned to go to the counter and I began to follow. When she
reached the front of the store and turned she was surprised to see me standing
there.

"Un, Mademoiselle, why don't you get dressed while I find the price?" Ah, she
thought I would wear my shawls out of the store. I want to wear the green
dress but I thought I needed to pay first.

"No, after paying you I want to wear the green dress," I told her. I sensed
people looking at me. I was naked but hadn't these people ever seen a naked
woman before? I don't remember having so many little difficulties when I
bought my last dress in Paris.

"With the VAT it is six thousand two hundred nineteen Euros." I didn't know or
care what a VAT was and in the flash of an eye, I glimpsed her thoughts. She
expected me to be shocked at the price and she was very curious what I would
say to her. As I raised my hand I materialized thirteen of the five hundred
Euro notes that I had gotten earlier. They were folded into my palm. She
looked like I had performed a cheap parlor trick, so little did she suspect
that I was carrying anything at all. Upon reflection, I guess to her it really
was a parlor trick, though I had never considered materializing objects to be
tricky. She took the notes and began to unfold them. I turned to get my green
dress and when I returned she had written out some things on a piece of paper
and she tried to give it to me along with some smaller Euro notes.

"No, thank you. Please keep all of that. I don't want it." I walked out of her
store and along the sunny sidewalk, feeling light and bouncy. Oh, and almost
forgetting, I set my attendant back to speaking French. I walked for a while
on the sidewalks of Paris to see how I was going to like my new dress. I felt
especially open to magic in this dress and I liked the way the fabric rubbed
my breasts as I walked. My nipples tingled as they rubbed up and down against
the glossy fabric with each step. It was good for a change to see so many
thousands of people at once. I must remember to come here more often,
especially when I get lonely.

Soon after returning to my burrow I sensed a problem. Someone in the
non-magical world had seen and reported a giantess. But how could that be? If
the enchantments were breaking down I would need to repair them quickly. I
transported to London first and then to Glasgow and finally to Dingwall, each
location bringing me closer to the young man who saw the giantess. The
authorities treated his story with great skepticism. That is good. I found the
man, Lachlan and probed his mind. I almost panicked when I understood his
whole story. Connor was still in the enclave. I had to hurry. I confounded
Lachlin so he would forget where he and Connor had found the aperture - he
would even begin to forget his story - and I left.

Part Four - Rescue

Comet transported to the enclave. She knew exactly how the enchantments worked
so unlike most witches and wizards she had no difficulties getting in. She
knew how they worked because her mother had helped set them up many, many
centuries before Comet was born and Comet had helped her maintain the
enchantments for the first half millennium of her life. She still had to be
very careful because giants could be dangerous even to her. They were
unpredictable. Magic that appeared to work on one giant might not affect the
next giant at all. Her best strategy was to remain light of substance and
never get herself surrounded by giantesses. If she had to enter the giantess
village she would do it at night.

She was near the aperture of the enclave and she quickly gained the trail of
Connor and his captor. She also found Rex who seemed to know his master needed
him but who was afraid to proceed farther. She couldn't afford to waste too
much time on Rex so she cast a "Go-home" charm on him and he took off running.
Comet caught up with the giantess just as she was entering her village. She
hurriedly tried a summon spell but only Connor's boot appeared before her. She
was afraid that might happen. Connor needed to be farther way from the giant
for her to summon him.

The giantess made a great show of her find. She sat on the ground and
unwrapped Connor. Holding him up, she showed him off to three others. They
were all curious and wanted to touch him. But Connor's giant didn't share. She
cradled him in her breast like a baby and cooed at him. Another giantess tried
to snatch him away but Connor's giant pushed her away with a mighty swipe of
her tree trunk-sized arm. The three giantesses sat around her and patiently
waited their turn to handle Connor and Comet was deathly afraid they would
accidentally crush him.

Connor was frozen in fear. He was already bruised and battered from this most
tender handling of him. After each giantess cradled and babied him, they each
tried to get him to suckle them, rubbing his face against their massive
nipples. This didn't accomplish anything so Connor's giant laid him face up on
her thigh. She and the others were fascinated by his tiny penis. His flaccid
cock was not even the size of the last digit of her pinky finger and much
thinner. But they had never seen one before. In the next moment, Connor felt
himself lifted to the mouth of his giant. She was going to eat him, he
thought. But instead she licked him the entire length of his body. Her tongue
was as wide as his thigh. She took his whole forearm into her mouth and he
felt her massive wet tongue as far as he could reach. He was petrified that
she would bite his arm clean off.

Then, to Connor's horror and amazement, she turned him upside down, hitched up
her monstrous loin cloth, spread her legs and rubbed the back of his head
between her labia. If she pushed very hard his head would fit right into her
vagina and he was now certain that this was his fate. But she continued to
stroke him up and down against her huge pussy lips as she worked herself into
a sexual frenzy. She lay flat on her back and Connor clasped his fingers
behind his head and raised his elbows tight against his ears to protect his
neck. Just as he thought his neck couldn't take any more she began to writhe
and squirm, holding him tightly in both hands and rubbing him harder and
harder against her clitoris. When she climaxed, she held him crushingly tight
against her clit as he watched her huge sculpted muscular legs tensing from
pleasure.

Comet really began to worry when the other three giantesses started fighting
to see who could have Connor next. Connor's giant had sat back up and was
holding him closely so that the others would not snatch him away. Comet had to
think quickly. Her first thought was to summon Polaris, Keel, and Koor, the
three evil wizards she had defeated in the previous months. But she couldn't
bring herself to kill them so casually even though they each deserved it.
Instead, she summoned three manikins she remembered from the dress shop in
Paris. All three manikins appeared a body's length away from the mass of
giantesses. All were standing in their sophisticated poses wearing brightly
colored six-thousand-Euro dresses. Comet was sad to see that one of them was
wearing the yellow dress she considered buying.

The flash of bright colors grabbed the attention of Connor's giantess. She saw
the manikins first and immediately dropped him and scrambled on her hands and
knees toward the bright colors. The others saw her frenzied motions and,
seeing her objects, each made a dash for the manikins. They all four landed in
a scrum around the manikins, shattering them and grinding the sheer designer
dresses into the dirt and rocks.

Comet took the opportunity to summon Connor to her and then to transport them
both to Greenbed, her craggy mountain meadow. Connor was in bad shape. Not
only did he look like a wet chicken he also suffered many broken bones and
massive bruises. His rib cage was crushed and he was in a state of mild shock.

Part Five - Recovery

Comet healed Connor's body quickly, only leaving one rather massive bump on
his head. But she was more worried about his emotional state. She quickly
materialized around them a thatched hut to sleep in. It would get cold at
night, for Greenbed was located in the southern hemisphere and it was winter.
She made a soothing fire in the middle of the hut and she made two large
feather beds with fluffy down comforters and pillows. She removed Connor's
remaining boot and his socks, bathed him and put him into one of the beds,
inducing him to sleep a deep and dreamless slumber. She was afraid to probe
his mind while he was in this state because it might make him worse. When she
was convinced he was healed she would have to make him forget everything. But
for now, he needed to remember.

He awoke the next morning to the sound of a girl singing. Her voice was
enchanting and her song gave him a warm frisson all over. It was briskly cold
but the sun was shining brightly. He was toasty warm under his down and when
he realized he was naked, he gathered his down blanket about him and stepped
outside. He was an experienced hiker and he recognized the bluer-than-blue sky
of a high elevation. He didn't know how he got here but he knew instinctively
that this place was at least two thousand meters above sea level. There were
patches of snow covering much of the meadow. He saw not far off, the ring of
massive stones that dominated the very center of the meadow but he didn't
pause long to look at them.

He followed her voice almost mesmerized and he found her sitting naked on a
large rock next to a frozen stream. Her back was to him and she was combing
her long red hair. Not wanting to stop her singing and not wanting to startle
her and not wanting her to know he was watching her he just stood, transfixed.
He dropped into a sitting position as quietly as he could about fifteen paces
from her and wrapped himself into his blanket. She finished her song, waited
for it to fade, and said without turning, "Are you hungry?"

"I suppose I'm not as quiet as I thought. Yes, I'm starved. And I'm sorry for
watching you behind your back. I couldn't help myself. Your song hypnotized
me."

Comet stood and walked to the left to retrieve her dress, hanging on a shrub.
Connor quickly averted his eyes but as she turned her back to him, he couldn't
help but notice her angelic figure. She stepped gingerly into her dress,
pulled it up over her shapely round bum, and zipped it. Then, she turned
toward him and walked as she pulled first one part up across her breast and
inserted her arm into the sleeve, and then the other. It was so odd seeing
this small enchantress wearing a party dress in the snowy mountain wilderness.
And she didn't seem the least bothered by the temperature, which was well
below freezing.

As they walked he said, "My name's Connor. Connor Adlam." She said nothing,
and after a short moment, Connor added, "And you are?"

She stopped, paused, and turned to face him. Hesitating, she said, "My name is
Comet. You may call me Comet."

Connor waited, as if expecting more. Then, he broke into a broad smile and
said, "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Comet." She couldn't
tell if he was making fun of her or if he was genuine. She chose to believe he
was genuine.

She smiled. "Breakfast is ready," she said. As soon as she said it, he smelled
the aroma of sizzling bacon. He saw only the one hut but he hadn't seen anyone
else when he left it. Whoever was cooking breakfast must have been around the
other side of the hut when he left. But they entered and it was empty except
for the beds, the fire, and a table and two chairs that weren't there before.
On the table were plates of sausage, bacon, eggs, black pudding and tomato.
There was also a plate of toast with preserves and two mugs of steaming
coffee.

Connor's jaw dropped. "Wha... This is amazing. How did..." He looked around
quickly and checked outside. "Who did all this? It's fantastic. It's my
favorite breakfast. Just like home."

"Sit. Eat," said Comet. "You must be starving." Connor sat and she sat across
from him. He began to eat but she just watched him. A place was set for her
including coffee but she didn't eat.

"Aren't you going to eat? And aren't you cold? It's freezing and you're almost
naked."

"No, I'm not hungry, and I'm warm enough. But while you eat I must talk to
you. What do you remember from yesterday?" The expression on his face became
concerned. His chewing slowed. He took a long sip of his coffee.

"I don't know what to think about yesterday. I didn't want to mention it in
case it would somehow break this spell I'm under."

"Oh, you're under no spell, I can assure you." Comet thought he was talking
about a literal spell, not realizing he was using an expression.

"Well, in that case I guess I remember everything. Huge women, Crushing abuse.
Near death. Those sorts of things. What I don't remember is how I got here. I
don't remember you or what happened to my bruised and battered bones. The last
thing I remember is feeling unbelievable pain and soreness. I remember
thinking I was going to die. Please tell me everything. None of it makes
sense."

Comet told him everything that had happened. She embarrassed him by using
plain English words to describe how the giantess had used his body to
masturbate. He wouldn't have mentioned that part of his experience if it had
been him telling his story. She told him about witches and wizards and the
enchantments around the enclave. She told him how she found him and rescued
him and brought him halfway around the world and how she had healed him.

He wanted to believe everything she said but it was a lot to swallow. She
cleared away the breakfast things with a wave of her hand. The table simply
emptied with no sound whatsoever. He reached up to his head and felt the bump
on his temple. "Hmmm. When did I do this?"

"The giant did that but you'll need it when you go home, so I didn't heal it."

"I don't understand. Why exactly will I need this cracked skull?"

"Connor, when I bring you back I have to wipe your memory. You can't know the
things you know. And when you go back, you will have been missing for several
days. You will need a reason why your memory is so foggy. Your friend Lachlan
saw the giant take you and he hurried back to get help. Your police think he's
crazy. I've already confounded him so his own memory of your disappearance is
changing. But the police do know you are missing and they're out looking for
you. If you show up perfectly healthy it might become difficult for you. They
might think you have something to do with Lachlan's confused condition. I'll
try to help him but he's already told his story to too many people. There's
not much I can do to make his condition seem reasonable but we can at least
provide a reason why your memory is going to be hazy."

Connor didn't like to hear that his memory would be altered. He seemed to
accept that there are giants and witches and magic but he found it disturbing
that he must forget it all again. He tried to argue with Comet that he needed
to retain his memory and she said she would consider it. However, she said it
just to put his mind at ease. She knew it was impossible to allow him to
return to his world with his present memories.

During the course of the day they hiked a bit into the mountains. She
materialized some hiking clothes for him and he paused. "These are the very
clothes I hiked in a few years ago on a trip to New Zealand. How did you
know?"

"Oh, I pulled them out of your memories. You'll need something more practical
than a duvet."

"But these are summer clothes. I should think I'd need a jacket too."

But instead of a jacket, Comet cast a warmth spell on him and he felt
perfectly comfortable out in the chill air even though he was wearing hiking
shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.

They hiked up to the treeline and beyond to the lowest edge of the ridge
between two of the peaks. Standing on the ridge they could look one way down
onto her meadow with the setting sun in their faces or the other way, into the
broader valley below. It felt so odd for Connor, standing here next to a
petite little barefoot beauty with long red hair and a green party dress. All
day Comet had been very reserved with him and yet provocative at the same
time, he thought. She had a look in her eye, as if she wanted to say something
to him but was holding back.

They had avoided the snow for most of their hike, walking where the wind had
swept it away. But the last part up the slope the snow was unavoidable.
Looking back at their path up the slope, Connor only saw his own tracks in the
snow. He followed them quickly to their own feet and saw that she stood on top
of the snow. The wind was blowing madly on this ridge. Comet's hair was flying
out horizontally but they were both warm as could be. She was as fresh as she
looked and smelled this morning when he found her singing by the frozen
stream. Even her feet were clean and dry. The afternoon sun was shining in her
face and Connor reached down and kissed her. She kissed him back in a sad sort
of way and with wetted eyes.

That night, as they crawled into their beds, Connor asked her to remove his
warmth spell. He said he loved the feel of body heat under a fluffy down
blanket. They talked for a while and before long Comet heard silence. She lay
in her bed thinking. She dared not intrude in his thoughts right now, so she
didn't know if he was awake or asleep.

After a while, she heard him slip out of his covers. He stood and walked to
her side of the hut. He stood for a moment over her bed and in the faint glow
from the fire he saw her raise her covers invitingly. He crawled in and
entwined her in his arms. They kissed. Her small body has warm and her skin
was soft and silky and smelled of lavender and vanilla. Her hair was fine and
straight and he breathed in her various scents thinking she was enchanting
him. His hands explored her contours but with a feather's touch and it was her
turn to feel the frisson tingling and exciting her entire body.

Connor's lips traced down her neck and between her breasts. He suckled her as
she arched her back to reach up to him, her breathing bated and irregular, as
if she couldn't decide how much air to keep in her lungs. He kissed and
nibbled with his lips down her ribs to her abdomen and across to her hip. The
feeling of his breath on her skin was almost unbearable to her.

His lips and tongue continued to trace along the line from her hip to her
inner thigh. Comet could barely keep still from the closeness of his lips and
mouth. She was trembling and he mistook it for shivering so he threw the
blanket up over his back to cover her body. He took her pubic hair in his lips
and tugged sweetly. He moved down and nuzzled his closed lips back and forth
across her labia, parting them a bit. She couldn't keep herself from spreading
her legs and arching her pelvis. When she felt his tongue reach into her, she
exhaled audibly. She reached her hands down and ran her fingers through his
hair as he sought deeper and softer and wetter places.

Connor reached up and held her nipples between his fingers, lightly squeezing
and twisting them. His tongue found her spot and she began to feel her orgasm
mounting. She was wet and her mind was shrinking in on her center as her focus
became sharper and closer and louder. When she reached the top in a powerful
wave of pleasure her breathing became short and stuttered, she grasped his
head to her tightly and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, all to
prolong her delicate perch at the apogee of her paradise. Then her orgasm sent
wave after wave of magic into her body. She could feel her magical awareness
growing as moments turned into seconds and then minutes.

Then, like a caged feline released, she frantically grasped at Connor. She
wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel his hard cock as deeply inside her
as possible. She pulled him up and rolled him over. She took his penis in her
hands. He was rock hard already. She engulfed his penis and plunged deeply,
tightening around him as she rose and fell. She hardly gave him a chance to
move, so frantic was she to reach her second orgasm. It was as if the two
agonizing years that passed since the last time she made love to him were
nothing. She had been so lonely these two years and it broke her heart to have
to wipe his memory then just like it was going to tear her apart to do it
again tomorrow. She came again in spasmodic little quivers madly enjoying each
one.

She slowed and let her pleasure recede. After a savory moment she rolled over
beside him and pulled him on top. "Again," she whispered. One breath. Two
breaths. "For you this time." Connor didn't need to use his hand to guide
himself into her. His cock and her pussy found each other in an instant and he
was deep inside her. His weight felt so good to Comet. She could easily be
here for years, lifetimes. He thrust rhythmically, pulling far out before
plunging back in each time. It caught her breath every time she felt he was
going to pull all the way out.

His skin was becoming lightly wet and Comet reached to his chest and tasted
his saltiness. She grasped his butt and pulled him into her. Feeling her hands
on his ass and her tongue on his nipple excited him even more and she felt him
become even harder inside her. He was increasing his pace as he felt his
stirrings increase and build. Comet felt another orgasm coming on too, so
excited she became by his arousal. Their hips thrust in unison and they both
exploded together as Comet felt his wetness flowing into her. They savored
their heaven together, coupled and entwined. Each one could feel the other's
heartbeat and their breath was sweet one to the other.

They lay together like this silently communicating. Connor's wiped memory
having returned. He remembered his previous short love affair with Comet, here
in this very meadow. He remembered hiking in New Zealand and pushing himself
to hike up and over her enchanted ridge and into her meadow, despite all his
instincts which told him to turn away. He remembered falling madly in love
with her from the time he laid eyes on her, just like this morning. He
remembered spending one glorious week with her before she turned him back and
altered his memory causing him to think he had spent a week hiking and camping
alone.

It sent a wild thrill into Comet when Connor disengaged from her and kissed
his way back down to her vagina. He pleasured her again, telling her to take
her time and enjoy it slowly and fully. He had a magic of his own she was
convinced. He knew how to find every button she had and he loved to press
them. She reached yet another orgasm but this one she held back until it
wouldn't be held longer.

Comet preferred not to use magic with Connor, so she gave him some time before
she rolled him to his back and took his familiar cock into her mouth. She
needn't have waited long because he instantly responded and she was filled
with carnal lust as she re-explored his every surface with her tongue. She was
the witch but it was she who was feeling magically enchanted by Connor.
Perhaps it was her long period of loneliness or maybe her recent close brushes
with death but she felt herself more filled with lust and passion now than at
any other time in her eleven hundred years of life.

She brought Connor to another orgasm and the feeling of his semen coursing
into her mouth brought on her own fifth orgasm, such that she didn't release
him until hers had subsided and his cock had become soft and small. She slowly
withdrew her mouth from his penis, wondering if this would be the last time
she would ever be there.

They didn't sleep but rather talked and loved throughout the night until
daylight began showing. When they fell asleep, they both slept deeply and
dreamlessly, warmly wrapped together between their down blanket and their
feather bed. When they finally arose and bathed together in the icy frozen
stream they re-lit the fire and ate a light breakfast. Connor found one of
Comet's long red hairs in the bed and he rolled it up and put it in his
pocket. Comet knew he did this but she let him.

He knew why she was going to wipe his memory. They had been through it all two
years previously and he remembered all her reasons. He knew it was futile to
try to convince her to let him stay with her and he knew she couldn't live
with him in his world. They were Montagues and Capulets, not because of their
families but because of their worlds.

Comet transported them both to the aperture of the giant enclave. They walked
together down out of the fissure in the rocks and into the valley below. They
paused and held each other wordlessly for a long time. They kissed and they
kissed again. With tears in their eyes, Connor began his walk away from her.
He turned every few steps to see that she was still there. He walked backwards
to prolong his last look at her, wondering if he would be able to remember her
from her hair in his pocket. He stumbled, turned to navigate over the rocks,
and looked back, seeing nothing and forgetting what he was looking for. How
strange, he thought. Where were Lachlan and Rex?

Comet was walking beside him but faded from his sight. She guided him out of
the hills and back toward his home. She wondered how it could be possible that
the same mortal man could accidentally walk through two of the most powerfully
enchanted shields on Earth, something that wizards cannot do even
intentionally. She wondered how he regained his memory of their first
encounter. She wondered why she was so drawn to him. It was known in the
magical world that once every thousand years or so a mortal man would
spontaneously become a wizard. Is it possible that Connor was to be the next
one to do so? Comet could only hope. She was already lonely and missed him
terribly.