Who Says `No' to the Earthquake? #2
by Scott Grildrig
The story of a giantess Princess continues
Update: 23/10/1997 to giantess

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    It was an achingly beautiful spot.
    The Clearmoor was born here, leaping like a deer from the hills into
  a wide deep basin of blue water.  Soft meads, and wide flowing meadows
  surrounded the lake, and were themselves contained within the arms of
  a forest of tall evergreens.  Tasgeni carefully picked her way amongst
  the trees, bemoaning every crunch! and snap! of another trunk trodden
  flat with no more moment than a daisy.  But with the minimum of damage,
  she made her way to the edge of the lake, and there knelt down within her
  dress.
    "`Tis is gentle view," shouted Symfrall.
    "Aye," smiled the Princess, "I came here often as a child.  Twas deemed
  safer to let me sport here, than near to the other places where enemies
  might chance."
    "I can almost imagine that," said Symfrall, who took a measure of the
  sun and wondered if six more hours of small talk could save him from
  a truly unique experience.

    A half hour later, the Princess began to suspect his strategy.
    "Enough," chided Tasgeni, "I'll not be getting any smaller with all of
  this long talk.  Now then, who shall divest themselves first, thee or me?"
  Symfrall dug his toe into her palm and tried to look thoughtful.
    Tasgeni's eyes flashed.  "Very well," she said, and she set Symfrall
  down upon the grassy earth, before standing up to her full mountain height,
  "Let it be me."  And Symfrall watched as she reached behind her neck and
  unclasped some buttons.  Pulling the dress down a little, she followed the
  line of buttons down her left shoulder, then slowly eased the fabric down
  passed her bodice.  More buttons on her left had to be parted before she
  was able to clear her waist and step out of the heavy material.  A careless
  kick of her foot sent the enormous pile sailing several hundred feet
  away, right to the verges of the evergreen forest.  But Symfrall's eyes
  never strayed from his colossal Princess.  She now began to remove the
  other accoutrements: girdle, bodice and corset, that certainly no other
  man had ever seen.  There was, however, no hint of modesty or chastity
  within the glance of the Princess, and she continued to rid herself of
  all her clothing, even kicking off her shoes, leaving her clad only in
  her powder blue stockings.  Then, reaching up she undid the pins that
  held her hat, cast that aside, and let her long blonde tresses cascade
  down to the small of her back.
    Symfrall was enchanted.  His giant Princess towered over him with her
  arms set lightly upon her wide hips.  Her stockinged feet were sunk
  into the soft earth, and spread wide enough to taunt his gaze, which
  traveled slowly up the impossibly long length of her legs.  His eyes
  locked a moment with the beautiful sight of her womanhood, nestled
  within a triangular forest of lush auburn locks.  Tasgeni `tched' her
tongue
  and Symfrall guiltily resumed his visual ascent, admiring the flatness
  of her belly, and the unexpected expression of muscles.  The lady was
  strong at any size, but lady she was as evidenced by the prodigious swell
  of her breasts.  Again Symfrall found his eyes engaged with something
  beyond his keen, and Tasgeni mesmerized him by slowly twisting from side
  to side, affording her little lover a view of her every least curve.
  Her nipples bespoke clearly of her arousal at being thus surveyed by
  her small knight, but another click of her tongue brought Symfrall's
  gaze up into the ocean blue depths of her own.  She smiled down at the
  tiny man, "It's thy turn, sir knight."  And she knelt down, and bent
  forward until her lovely face was hardly a score of feet away, so that
  she might be the best possible audience for Symfrall's disclosure.
    Symfrall was nervous about this.

    An oath of celibacy is a wonderful thing when you're fighting monsters,
  because it encourages you to channel energy into your sword arm.  This
  isn't a sexual thing, though it is hormonal, if you want to take on some
  demon, you'd better have everything in order, and you better not be
  distracted by thoughts about your lover.
    Conversely, while Symfrall had certainly given thought to the fairer
  sex, this thought had usually cast him in the roll of champion, or
  rescuer, not in the roll of mouse.  Standing now under Tasgeni's frank
  and open appraisal, he was self-conscious as all hell, and in no good
  position to do anything about it.  So, brave man that he was, he removed
  his armor and his clothing, and prepared himself for the worst.

    The Princess did not laugh, though it would be unfair to report that
  some cruel thoughts didn't run through her mind.  Thankfully, lust won
  out over wit, for one does not demean ones lover, no matter how small.
  "Good sir knight," she whispered.  "Come grant me a kiss."  And she
  lowered her head yet further.
    Symfrall sighed, though with relief or resignation, even he could not
  have told, and stepped forward to do as bid.  The breath of his lady
  washed over him like a sweet gale of summer.  Her lips were more plush
  than an Arabians pillows, warm and pliant to the touch.  When Tasgeni's
  hand pressed up behind him, he started, but could do nothing more.  She
  pinned him against her heady kiss, smothering him gently with her vast
  attentions.  When finally she raised her head, Symfrall was gasping for
  air, while she just smiled down at him possessively.
    His arms snapped out for purchase, when the giantess rose to her feet,
  but she held him secure as she stepped into the lake, and sank into it,
  sending a sudden wall of water crashing out into Clearmoor river.  The
  lake was marvelously deep, yet with the lady sitting it barely reached
  the line made by her nipples.  With a mischievous grin Tasgeni lowered
  Symfrall into the chilly waters, and left him to fend for himself.  He
  swam well, and she made sport with him, twisting her shoulders and
  poking at him with her nipples; sometimes dunking him, and sometimes
  lifting him from the water.  He took it in good stride, and dove deep to
  elude her, but even his mighty lungs could not carry him far beyond her
  reach, and she gleefully caught him each time and returned him close to
  her ample bosom.

    Nor was Symfrall completely the victim, for a lady's charms, no matter
  how magnified, remain a thing of desire for any man.  And no one was
  more delighted than Tasgeni when she spotted the proof of her lover's
  ardor, as his lifted himself on the generous swell of his Princess'
  breast.
    Unwilling to prolong the sweet agony any further, Tasgeni picked up
  Symfrall and carefully deposited him upon the grassy meadow.  "Bide a
  moment, dear heart," she said.  "Whilst I finish with my dunking."
  And Symfrall watched in amazement as the Princess leaned forward and
  submerged herself beneath the lake, only for a moment, as the position
  was awkward.  Sputtering and laughing she sprang back up, flinging her
  long hair out of the waters, casting a veritable cloudburst over the
  forest behind her.  Then, like a mountain marching on the horizon,
  Tasgeni rose up out of the lake to her great height, and the level of
  the lake now reached scarcely to her knees.  Water crashed down from
  her nude body, but she paid it no heed as she twisted her hair, coaxing
  yet more thunderous rain from its silken strands.
    The sun glistened upon her as she smiled down at Symfrall, who was
  now completely enthralled by his towering mistress.  That fascination
  was still measured in caution, though, and when she waded towards him,
  churning the lake into froth with her motions, he backed up what seemed
  to him a considerable distance.  It wasn't even a full stride on
  Tasgeni's scale, and stepping out of the waters she slowly kneeled
  forward, bracketing Symfrall between her folded legs, setting her 
  womanhood almost directly over him.  That in itself was a sight that
  took some getting used to.  Symfrall's gaze wandered from the prodigious
  thighs of the Princess, to her cunt, up to the vast swell of her breasts,
  back to her cunt, up to her smiling face, and finally back to her cunt.
    "My love," he said.  "Meaning no disrespect, but thy charms scare
  me," he finished, pointing at the conjunction of her thighs.
    Tasgeni flashed her teeth at her diminutive lover.  "Well it should
  sir knight, for she shall have to embrace thee most intimately if I am
  to overthrow the spell and resume more delicate proportions."
    Symfrall stared for a moment at the auburn framed flower of his
  Princess, then slapped his hands together, as if in preparation for
  some heroic effort, and stated, "So be it.  But if ye could accommodate
  me in some less inaccessible position, I would see this work to
  fruition."
    "Nay," smiled the Princess.  "Though ye are small, and I am enamored
  of thee, it would be unwise for me to invest myself around thee yet.  My
  passions must be fanned still hotter until my flows are sufficiently
  generous to let me take thee easily."
    "I see," said Symfrall, who clearly did not, and who was beginning to
  realize that he was in for something rather more strenuous than a quick
  investigation of his giant lady's nethers.  "Ummmm, sooooo?"
    Tasgeni moved around Symfrall, an action not unlike a mountain doing
  a pirouette around a mouse, but which positioned the knight between
  his lady and the lake.  Laying prone upon the warm earth, the Princess
  brought her face down close to her lover.  "Let us commence with another
  kiss," she suggested huskily.


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    Making love is rather like dancing.
    If even one of the participants is lacking in skills, injuries can occur,
  more often to the sensibilities than to the body.  Both Tasgeni and
  Symfrall had ardor to spare, and threw themselves into their passions with
  a frenzy.  However, neither had much experience, a matter somewhat
  exacerbated by their difference in size.  Symfrall found himself frustrated
  by being unable to apply caresses using anything other than his full
strength.
  While Tasgeni struggled constantly to keep her unimaginable size and
  strength in check, lest Symfrall be broken by her in a careless moment.
    Thus is was that Tasgeni pinned and threatened to smother Symfrall
  more than once with an opened mouthed kiss.  While the relatively tiny
  man found himself assailing his love with strength normally reserved
  for berserker attacks.

    After about an hour, Tasgeni was horny enough to fuck a tree, and
  Symfrall felt like he'd run the marathon.

    "We...we...we need...need...need a plan," gasped Symfrall.
    "Thou hast my fullest attention," said Tasgeni, as she idly prodded
  Symfrall's proud cock with an enormous finger tip.
    "Bide a moment," panted Symfrall, slapping at her finger.
    Tasgeni growled loudly, pushed the tiny man onto his back with a
  flick, and bent her head over him, opening her mouth to give him a
  kiss that would melt his bones.
    "Nay!  Nay!" shouted Symfrall, scuttling out from under Tasgeni like
  a crab.  "I mean, not yet," he amended upon seeing her eyes narrow.
  "Please, my lady.  This sport spends me, and satisfies thee not.  I
  would rethink our notions, and try again."
    "Something needs to be done," sighed the Princess.  Symfrall watched
  as she sat up and probed her cunt.  "I am still not ready to take thee
  into myself."
    Symfrall mentally girded his loins, and started walking towards the
  colossal `V' made of Tasgeni's legs.  Tasgeni watched him, then noted
  that she was half self-consciously covering herself with her hand.
  Biting lightly upon her lower lip she removed her hand.  The sudden
  unveiling made Symfrall hesitate, and he stopped just within the
  line of Tasgeni's knees.  He felt so incredibly small and vulnerable,
  the Princess loomed over him like a soft curving cliff.  Her enormous
  breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her breath.  Her blue eyes
  watched him closely.
    Sensing his change of heart, Tasgeni reached out, gently placing her
  fingers behind Symfrall's back, and with soft but insistent strength
  pressed him forwards towards the awesome presence of her cunt.  It
  was a colossus of form, lush with auburn hairs framing the lofty rise
  of her lips, themselves distended and out of place, revealing to
  Symfrall something of what lay within.  Tasgeni pushed him to within
  inches of her huge cunt, then withdrew her hand.
    Despite her concern, Symfrall saw that there was moisture upon the
  lips of her vulva.  The scent of her from this close was heady and
  potent.  He was daunted, and looked up at Tasgeni.
    "Open me," she commanded.
    Symfrall whistled softly and squared his shoulders.  Reaching out he
  stroked her great labia, feeling their silkiness.  Overhead Tasgeni
  sighed as she felt his touch.  Emboldened by her response Symfrall
  placed his hands somewhat within the space between the lips, and plying
  his strength, parted them.  It was heavy work, and the flesh was slick
  so that he was afeared of losing his grip, but he shifted The Princess's
  labia by a good inch, and peered inside.  Her lips pealed open from
  the outside, but stuck together further in.  And, having never seen the
  intimates of a woman, Symfrall was at a loss as to whether he was seeing
  anything new at all.
    Tasgeni was able to feel something of the results of Symfrall's labor,
  and sensed that he had not the stature to unveil her innermost charms.
    "Step back, my love," she warned Symfrall.  Who jumped aside, and watched
  in amazement as the giantess reached down and effortlessly pealed herself
  open with her fingers.  It was quite a revelation.  Symfrall spotted the
  great puckering of Tasgeni's vagina, and quailed at the sense of tightness
  that it conveyed.  However, the purpose of the smaller orifice above it
  eluded him.  Nor was the function of the swollen, hooded nub above both
  of them made clear at a glance.

    Tasgeni was more than happy to enlighten him.
    "This is the way drink passes from my body," she instructed him, pointing
  to her urethra.  "This methinks thou recognizes as the chamber thou must
  explore to break the spell.  It is deep and when wet will admit all of
  thee with ease."  And as if to comfort him she pressed a finger into
herself,
  lolling it about.  Symfrall was not comforted.
    "While there is pleasure in being filled," she continued.  "This is the
  truer seat of passion."  And she stroked her clitoris with her fingertip.
    Symfrall was still daunted.  "Art there any other gates into thy ardor?"
  he asked, hopefully.
    "Yes, dear heart," answered Tasgeni, a little teasingly.  "Same as any
  bawdy ballad might have instructed thee."  She reached down and grasped
  Symfrall gently with her fingers.  And laid back down, holding him up
  high above her stretched out body.
    "Explore me all," she commanded.  "Be comfortable with me.  I'll not have
  thee shrieking in terror when thou are thrust whole and living into
myself."
  And she set him down in the valley between her breasts.
    Symfrall began to realize that Tasgeni not only dominated him, but she
  seemed to be taking great pleasure in it.  That put things more in the
  perspective of a challenge.  Something Symfrall thought his could handle.

    The skin of the Princess was warm beneath his feet, and gave slightly.
  An unusual sensation.  He glanced at the hill-like breasts that bracketed
  him, then raced down the Princesses throat, and sprang lightly into the
  air, up onto her chin.  Moving carefully he stepped across her closed
  lips onto her cheek, and looked down into her right eye.
    Tasgeni was hard put to focus on her miniature lover, but she managed
  and was not shy about studying Symfrall's manhood.  Symfrall stared
  back at her, mesmerized by the beauty of her eye.  The blue was revealed
  to contain minute flecks of green and brown.  It glistened in a lively
  fashion, and winked at him slowly.  Bending to his knees he reached out
  slowly, and Tasgeni shut her lids so he could touch them.  Her lashes
  were black as coal, and thick.  When the eye snapped open again he
  started.  Her pupil was dilated, and looked vast enough to engulf him,
  but it quickly shrank from the light.  Stepping back, Symfrall stroked
  her nose, feeling it shift against his hand in time to each great draught
  of air that passed through her.  Crossing her lips again, Symfrall sat
  down within the hollow above her chin, his legs dangling upon either side
  of her jaw.  Reaching out his lightly caressed her lips.
    Tasgeni groaned and bit at her lower lip with her teeth.
    "Thou'st tickles me," she whispered.
    Symfrall murmured an apology and leaned forward upon her lips, spreading
  his arms wide.  Tasgeni lightly kissed Symfrall's chest, then playfully
  poked at him with her tongue.  The knight pushed himself up and batted
  at the fleshy thing, which darted back into its nook.  Symfrall struck
  Tasgeni's lips with mock blows, then clenching her jaw with his thighs
  and pushing upon her upper lip with his arms, tried to gain access.
    Tasgeni complied by opening her mouth, and nearly scared Symfrall to
  death.  Had it not been for the strength of his legs, he might have
  tumbled forward into that warm, wet chasm.  Tasgeni's breath roared over
  him, hot and sweet.  And Symfrall, disdaining his terror, peered inside.
    He would make hardly a morsel for this giantess, and thrice thanked
  heaven for her gentle disposition.  Her throat was a distant cavern,
  her tongue a magical floor, that unpredictably shifted and undulated.
  Tasgeni's teeth were white and straight, and Symfrall daringly took hold
  of the two closest to him and felt their smooth flats, and the terrible
  roughness of their edges.  From that day on, whenever he watched Tasgeni
  eat, he remembered this moment and marveled that within every woman were
  things of such dreadful splendor.
    His brief musings were interrupted by the sudden return of Tasgeni's
  formidable tongue.  Sputtering and flailing his arms, Symfrall wrestled
  with the thing, before getting the upper hand (or being permitted to have
  the upper hand) and pressing it back between Tasgeni's lips.  She
  laughed softly as he chided her with a raised finger.  Then Symfrall
  slipped back down Tasgeni's chin and walked across her throat, stopping
  to admire the perfection of the hollow in her neck, before moving back
  into the spread valley of her cleavage.
    Tasgeni propped her head up on her arms and watched.  Symfrall, bent
  and set an ear against the Princess, and listened to the distant booming
  of her heart.  It pulsed faster than he expected, and realized that his
  exploration of her body was, in itself, arousing to Tasgeni.  His
  confidence increased a little more, and he turned and climbed atop the
  right breast of the Princess.  Here the flesh was a bit more yielding,
  and he slope quite generous, but he quickly reached the summit of that
  erotic hill, and stopped to more closely consider its treasures.
    Tasgeni's aureole was expansive, almost as wide in diameter as was
  Symfrall tall.  It was a dark rose in color, and roughly textured, a
  fitting halo for the erect barrel of her nipple which rose proudly
  from her breast.  Symfrall walked around the fleshy nub, which rose to
  a height passed his knees, and lightly brushed it with his fingers.  A
  soft sigh from Tasgeni caught his attention.  She was smiling happily,
  her blue eyes following his every move.  Symfrall thought a moment,
  then sat down on the opposite side of the nipple, wrapping his legs
  around it as best he could.  He returned the gaze of the giantess, watching
  her closely, as he ran his hands over its rough, sensitive tip.
    The Princess closed her eyes, and blew her breath through puckered
  lips.  His ego singing hosannas, Symfrall increased his ministrations,
  stroking and caressing all side of the enormous nipple.  Then Tasgeni
  upped the stakes.  Symfrall watched as her left hand rose, and she
  began to pluck and pinch at her left nipple.  Realizing that she wanted
  more from him, Symfrall began to squeeze with his legs.  Tasgeni cooed
  her approval and unlimbered her right arm from beneath her head.  Her
  right hand swooped down, giving Symfrall some concern as she began to
  cup and squeeze the side of her breast.  The motion tossed Symfrall both
  up and down, and from side to side, and incented him to cling all the
  harder to Tasgeni's nipple.  Her eyes were open again, and she watched
  him as he worked to keep his unsteady perch.  Failing to realize his
  mounting worry, Tasgeni increased her kneadings, smiling in satisfaction
  as Symfrall ceased all pretense at caressing, and wrapped both his arms
  around her nipple and hung on for dear life.

    Salvation came in an unexpected way.
    Tasgeni's eyes fluttered shut.  Her head dropped back, and her back
  arched up.  A minor trembling vibrated through her body, and with
  several soft shrieks and moans, Tasgeni orgasmed.  It took her a while
  to settle down from the delightful sensation.  Symfrall was just
  grateful for a chance to relax from the incredible ride.  Yet he
  considered himself paid in full when Tasgeni turned a smile upon him
  bright enough to light a room.

    "I want more," she said.
    Symfrall stared back at her from under his brows, his fingers drumming
  quickly atop Tasgeni's nipple.
    "Or art thou too weary?" she inquired, and batted her eyelashes.
    Symfrall seemed to consider this for a moment, then unfolding himself
  from around Tasgeni's nipple, he flipped backwards down the steep
  rondure of her breast.  The Princess gasped, then narrowed her eyes as
  she saw that her champion was unharmed, smiling in fact, at her worry.
  Turning, he gave her the view of his tight ass (which she accepted) as
  he proceeded down her chest to her belly.  He paused for a long moment
  beside her button, deciding that it was itself beautiful.  But then
  went on towards the verges of her pubic.  Twisting his head he looked
  back into the eyes of the Princess, then moved into that lush expanse,
  driving through the hairs, crossing her mons to the gentle drop that
  revealed the topmost portion of her vulva.  Tasgeni was now considerably
  damp, and her swollen, distended cunt bespoke clearly of her complete
  sexual arousal.  Spotting her clitoris peeking from beneath its sheath,
  Symfrall dropped prone amidst Tasgeni's hairs, and reaching out began
  to stroke it.
    The Princess indicated her approval with a drawn out, "Oh yes." and
  her body began to buck anew against Symfrall's touch.  But in this
  position he was better able to maintain his grip, and increased his
  labors, which suited Tasgeni just fine.  There was, however, something
  missing from her pleasure.  Something which Symfrall watched with both
  awe and consternation.
    From out of the sky appeared Tasgeni's right hand, resting lightly
  upon her inner thigh, carefully distant from Symfrall.  Her fore and
  middle finger probed the inner lips of her cunt, causing an alarming
  slurping and sucking noise.  Then, slowly at first, she began to pump
  her fingers into herself, rubbing the walls of her vagina, and
  lathering her vulva in the thick juices of her excitement.  Symfrall's
  eyes were great as saucers, but he never paused in his ministrations.
  Glancing back he saw the Tasgeni was kneading her breasts again, her
  eyes closed as she concentrated on the pleasures of her body.

    Tasgeni's second orgasm was even greater and more raucous than the first.
    Symfrall clung tightly to her pubes as her body bounced and turned
  beneath him.  It lasted for what seemed forever, before she began to
  relax and calm down.  Then Symfrall's world began to spin.  Tasgeni
  sat up, then drew herself up onto her knees, first turning Symfrall
  sideways, then almost upside down.  His grip became useless, and he
  grabbed two handfuls of auburn hair and dangled a dozen feet or more
  above the ground.
    Suddenly, Tasgeni's hand was beneath him, and he dropped into it,
  too grateful for the reprieve to chastise her for his scare.  However,
  Tasgeni was in no mood for anything but one thing now.
    "The time is come," she informed Symfrall.  "For thou to immerse
  thyself within me."  In her eyes was a mixture of determination and
  arousal that was intimidating to behold.  Symfrall lay quiescent
  within the palm of her hand, with she explored herself with the fingers
  of the other.
    "Thou must be properly anointed," she warned.  "So that ye may
  enter with the least resistance, and so avoid harm."  Then she began
  to smear him with her juices, gathering up finger-fulls of thick cloying
  cream, and applying it to every part of him.  Symfrall waved his
  arms, and began to protest the treatment, but Tasgeni was not deterred.
  She finished her work, then brought him close to her face.
    "I love thee," she said.
    "I love thee too," said Symfrall.  "Be gentle."

    Tasgeni smiled, then lowered Symfrall between her legs.  She pressed
  him up against the lips of her vulva, and with a single thrust of her
  finger drove him into her cunt.

    Symfrall gasped as her hand dropped, her body flashed by him, then
  steadied into the mighty junction of her colossal thighs.  Her cunt
  descended upon him as she lifted him against it, and he turned his
  head aside as it kissed him from head to foot.  There was a brief
  pause, then suddenly he felt the strength of Tasgeni's finger against
  him, and her cunt opened up and swallowed him whole.

    Tasgeni had not expected Symfrall to slip in that easily, but once
  in, she began to lose herself to the pleasure of it.  His tiny body
  made a delightful bulk within her cunt, and as if sensitive to her
  needs he began to writhe and squirm in a fashion that caused her to
  catch her breath.  Standing to her full height she began to undulate,
  to dance, revelling into the sexual arousal and giant prowess of her
  body.  She felt wanton, a creature of lust.  She cupped her cunt
  within her hand and murmured soft words of love to her tiny intruder.
  Then suddenly Symfrall stopped moving.

    Symfrall panicked.
    The heat, the wet, the infernal confinement of Tasgeni's cunt was
  something he was not prepared for.  He struggled mightily, seeking
  the way out, but only delved deeper into her vast body.  Then, when
  she stood and began to move, he went wild, spending himself in a flurry
  of twisting and thrashing.  Yet, when all was done, and he found
  himself still among the living, it occurred to him that perhaps he
  was not in as dire a strait as he had first imagined.  There was air
  enough to breath, though saturated with the scent of Tasgeni's body.
  He was warm, hot even.  He was drenched so thoroughly in the juices
  of the Princess that he thought himself marked forever with her
  fragrance.  Her heartbeat throbbed all around him.  Her undulations,
  far from a fearsome thing, were gentle and swaying.  Symfrall began
  to relax, to calm down, caught up in the incredible embrace of Tasgeni's
  vagina.  Suddenly, his world fell out from beneath him, then rose up
  again.  The leaps and falls came in rapid progression, and the heartbeat
  rose to a frantic drum-roll.  Symfrall braced himself as best he could,
  and that was when her enormous finger suddenly burst in upon him.

    At first Tasgeni was puzzled by the inactivity.
    Then she thought that perhaps she had smothered him within her
  cunt.  Dropping to her knees she began to bounce, hoping to dislodge
  him from within her body.  When that failed she probed herself with
  a finger, wondering if she could extricate him without injury.  She
  was careful, not wishing to bruise him, and felt a great wave of
  relief when he latched onto her finger, and held tight.  Pulling him
  out she raised her hand, with him still clinging to it, and looked
  him over.  He was completely coated with her cream, his hair was
  matted flat against his head, and his skin glistened with the stuff.
  He gasped and sputtered as his cleared his face of her moisture, but
  seemed otherwise unharmed.
    "Art thou well?" she asked.
    "Aye," said Symfrall.  "Twas a bit of a shock at first, but I grew
  accustomed to it.  How was it for thee?"
    "Rapturous," grinned Tasgeni.  "Thy squirmings are my delight."
    "Then better that ye return me."
    "Art thou sure?" asked Tasgeni.
    "Quite," answered Symfrall.  "Now that I know what's coming, so to
  speak."

    Grinning with excitement, Tasgeni caught Symfrall within her fingers
  and lightly kissed him, nuzzling his erect cock with her lips, then
  she lowered him down, and pressed him head first back within her body.

    An unknowledgeable observer would have been hard pressed to explain the
  stimulation Tasgeni was enjoying.  Her colossal body writhed and twisted
  and sometimes slammed the ground, raising waves within the lake and
  shaking the nearby trees.  Nor was she quiet about her arousal, as her
  enraptured cries echoed into the sky, and lofted flights of birds from
  the forest.  The ground was alternately sunken and torn up, and her body
  slammed against it, and her fingers gouged into it.  Symfrall spared
  nothing of his strength, and practically whirled within Tasgeni's cunt.
  Something of the noise of her ardor reached down to him, and he grinned
  and wildly rubbed himself against a rough patch he had found.  Tasgeni
  screeched and reached for her clitoris.  Her mind exploded with untempered
  pleasure.  Her third orgasm was a vast as herself, long and powerful.
  Symfrall felt the heat of Tasgeni's cunt increase, and her juices gushed
  just as her vagina fluttered and spasmed, and he was suddenly clenched in
  an embrace of colossal proportions.  He wrestled mightily against the grip
  of Tasgeni's cunt, and each time was squeezed senseless, as if all his
  strength was as nothing to her.  He developed a keen appreciation for the
  power of a woman's grasp, as he was pressed and crushed from every side.
  And when finally Tasgeni was spent, he gasped for breath, and waited in
  the darkness for her finger to come and let him free.

    Tasgeni looked her tiny man over, purring over him, cooing over him,
  licking him clean of her fragrant moisture.  Nothing yet had happened
  to prove the spell broken, but deep within her she felt it to be so,
  and gave Symfrall no rest, so that she might have one chance to return
  her love to him before she dwindled.  Symfrall was too exhausted to do
  more than abandon himself to her attentions, luxuriating in the warm, soft
  presence of her tongue.  Tasgeni cleaned and kissed him, then began to
  lap at his miniature cock.  It was too small to more than pierce the
  parting of her lips, so she determined to arouse him with the long
  strokes of her tongue.  It was wonderfully effective.  Symfrall lay
  within the palm of her hand and arched his back, leaning into the wet
  caresses.  Tasgeni spiced up her love making by placing her lips against
  him and humming, a treatment that seemed to give Symfrall new vigor.
  She returned to her bathing of him, and soon felt him begin to tremble.
  His body shook and bucked, and she lolled the tip of her tongue about
  his cock, and was rewarded with the minute expression of his love.  He
  cried out as he spent himself, and Tasgeni kissed him, and rolled her
  tongue within her mouth, tasting a brief hint of salt, before it was
  washed away.  Then she bent her head, intending to repeat his pleasure,
  even as he had done for her.  But her renewed attentions were given
  to a set of glans made sensitive by orgasm.  And Symfrall struggled and
  yelled as the unbearable tickles assailed him.  Tasgeni growled and
  increased her labors until Symfrall was begging for her to stop at the
  top of his lungs.
    "Is something wrong?" asked Tasgeni.
    "Argh.  I am too tender to bear anymore of thy kisses," explained
  Symfrall.  His distress touched Tasgeni, but not so deeply that she
  spared give him a final tongue lashing, before letting him to the
  ground.

    "Dost thou still love me?" asked Symfrall.
    "Aye, beloved," said Tasgeni, leaning forward over the tiny man.
  "Let us together return to my father and proclaim our betrothal."
    "I think I shall almost miss thee at this size," mused Symfrall.
  "Not that I wish thee as anything else but what thou truly are,"
  he added hurriedly.
    "Nay, apologize not," sighed the Princess.  "Troublesome though
  this form is, yet by it I hath experienced thee in a way that I shall
  not forget."  She smiled down at him, then paused, as if distracted
  by some inner concern.
    "Art thou well?" asked Symfrall.
    "I feel strange," said Tasgeni, and she leaned back, lest she harm
  Symfrall with her unsteadiness.  Some sensation or intuition caused her
  to glance down passed her right shoulder, and Symfrall followed her
  gaze.  Without any fuss the snake dropped from her arm.


                                % % % % %


    The magic was slow at first.
    Tasgeni began to glow the color of gold, but the vessel of her body
  no longer had the power to contain it and the light flowed from her
  into the ground; and seeped through the grass back to the magic charm.
  Holding out her hands she watched the radiance rain from her arms and
  fingers.  Golden light spilled from her hair, golden incandescence cascaded
  down her legs.  Laughing gaily at the display Tasgeni threw her arms open,
  casting shimmering droplets in all directions.  Grinning down at Symfrall
  she flicked her fingers at him, showering him in a lustrous spattering of
  gold.  And, as the shining light sped from her, she continued to shrink
  until, where once had stood a giantess from out of dreams, stood now a
  woman of a more common stature, but one on a level with Symfrall's height.
  Her face was wreathed in smiles, and she held out her arms, inviting
  Symfrall into her embrace.

    Symfrall looked at the snake, which had also returned to its original
  size.  His face mirrored his perplexity as he approached Tasgeni, glancing
  up and down the length of her lovely body.  Reaching out he laid his
  fingertips upon her bare shoulders and pressed down gently.  The Princess
  cocked an eyebrow but said nothing as Symfrall pressed harder and harder.
    "Art thou sure ye hath returned to thy true size?" he finally asked.
    "Verily," answered the Princess drily.  "Art thou afeared of my
  meeting thee straight in the eye?"
    "Hmmmm?  Nay, no, it's just...no...no it's fine.  It's splendid," and
  he caught her up in a tight hug that whoosed! the air out of her.  "I've
  wanted to clasped thee hard against me, since first I saw thee," he
  whispered.
    "That's not what I remember," teased Tasgeni.
    "Hush, don't spoil the moment," said Symfrall.
    "Never," she breathed earnestly, returning the embrace.

    They made a more traditional kind of love in one of the depressions in
  the field, made by some part or other of the giantess.  It was a slow
  moving sort of a loving, full of the same kind of exploration that led
  to their first coupling.  Some times she rode upon him, stretching and
  undulating, writhing atop him so as to make him probe her every inner
  surface.  Some times he laid upon her, securing her beneath his weight,
  returning to her the gentle dominance of strength that had been hers
  alone scant hours before.
    The stars wheeled overhead, as stars are want to do.  And the twain
  pursued their love together, till sleep stealt up upon them, and guided
  them into soft dreams.


                                % % % % %


    Bitumen dropped from the sky, landed softly, folded his great wings
  about his body, and watched Hablrod's guard and horses go noisily
  ape-shit.  Hablrod, that dour, dark sorcerer sat aloof above the chaos
  upon his jet black stallion.  Raising a hand he made a curt gesture, and
  men and animals fell to the earth, gurgling from their throats.
    "Thou hast a problem with subtlety, doesn't thee?" said the dragon drily.
    "Your purpose, worm." demanded the king.
    "Ah, that," hissed the dragon, and he reached forward towards the King
  with a single dreadful claw, until it encountered some form of barrier.
  "Thou prides thyself on thy little spells," mused Bitumen, as he slowly
  drew his sharp point down the barrier, causing sparks to dance and
  eliciting a high pitched sound of squealing.  "This magical shield
  protects thee from thy enemies, but what dost thou have with which to
  attack them?"
    "Why should I want to attack?"
    "Oh, please," sighed Bitumen.  "Thou wants to attack.  The stench of
  thy spells blankets yon countryside like a putrid fog.  Let me ask?
  Upon which realm have thee set thy heart?"
    Hablrod stared at the dragon with his dark eyes, "Lestinarch, to the
  north.  It harbors the best port in the region."
    "Hmmmmmm.  How about Prattle?"
    "A kingdom of goatherders," snorted Hablrod.  "Name thy purpose."
    "Fine," growled Bitumen.  "I will grant thee a charm that will make thee
  the undisputed ruler for a thousand miles in any direction.  But Prattle
  must fall first to this power, or thou shalt have it not."
    Hablrod never hesitated, "Done."


                                % % % % %


    The triumphant return of Tasgeni to Castle Prattle was completely
unlooked
  for, as evidenced by the parcheesi table that stood where her bed had been.
  The happy news of Tasgeni's betrothal to the Knight Wanderer proved all the
  excuse needed to lift the lids off the best wines.  Yet, withal, King
Nodwood,
  with charisma to spare was still hard pressed to earn his daughter's
  forgiveness, a point which he took up with Symfrall.
    "What demon of confidence infects my daughter?" he whispered.
    "My liege," answered Symfrall.  "The Princess has grown much in the last
  few days.  Her will has been fortified in marvelous ways.  But I am not the
  one to tell thee of her travails.  Mayhaps she and I together could explain
  all to thy satisfaction."
    "`Twould be well if thou did.  `Steeth, but she reminds me of her mother
  in this mood.  A fearsome lady in her own right.  Beautiful, but with a
  temper belike a tornado.  Ah, I miss her."  And he bobbed his goblet in a
  taste to her memory.
    "Hath she returned to God?" asked Symfrall.
    "Nay," said the King.  "The spirited wench gained for herself a captaincy
  and joined the crusades so she could eviscerate the Moors for the glory of
  Our Lord.  Better them than me, I suppose.  Enjoy Tasgeni like this whilst
  thou may," he said, gesturing towards the Princess.  "Her mother, the queen
  added height to her frame well into her third-decade.  Another five years
  and my daughter'll o're top thee by a head."
    Symfrall was suitably impressed.

    All in all it was a good day.
    And it was a peaceful night.  Symfrall slept in the stables with Domhona.
  Neither he nor the Princess had disclosed anything of their tryst at
  Clearmoor lake, and figured a little parting the better course to
temptation.
  The morning after would have been better still, if not for the dire news of
  a watchman, fresh sprinted from the walls of the castle to the breakfast
  room.
    "My lord," cried the guard.  "We are attacked."