Nov. 18, 2024: "Picture a scenario where the tiny one is shown, in exquisite detail, just how deeply he is cherished and adored. Let the giantess reveal to him the full extent of her feelings—no reservation, no hesitation."
Leikaboða tromped through the woods, putting distance between herself and her clan’s encampment. She moved quickly for hours, hopping through ravines, leaping from bluff to bluff, occasionally pausing to watch and listen with one hand resting upon her belt pouch. When the trees began to diminish in size, from the towering monstrosities of her region to the smaller, twig-like sprouts that could only reach her thighs, she rested. There was no one behind her, no spying falcons in the air. She didn’t want to move any deeper into the realm of humans, so this area would have to do.
She sized up the mountain range nearby, spotted a narrow cleft, and shouldered her way into it. There, now she was sheltered, and in her mineral element as well. If her sisters wanted to find her, they would have to multiply in the hundreds and comb the earth, hand in hand.
Only now she permitted herself to relax, closing her eyes and sucking a long draft through her nostrils. She couldn’t help freezing once more, letting her jaw hang slightly open to augment her hearing, but there was nothing. They were alone. She undid the thick thong holding her pouch shut; the soft leather fell forward, away from the cover, and opened wide. In the bottom, curled up and smiling, was a tiny man with russet hair and beard, wearing a sturdy green linen tunic and leather pants. His coal-black eyes blinked up at her and he unfolded himself from his traveling position.
“We’re really alone,” the giantess breathed. Her long and slender fingers snaked down one side of the pouch, curling at the tips to invite him to step aboard. She lifted him carefully, then cupped him in her huge palms like a bowl of holy water in her hands. “We’re alone, Brage, truly. By Her troth, you can’t imagine how badly I’ve wanted this.”
He rolled to his back and couched his head in the pads of flesh at the base of her fingers, grinning like a slim beam of sunshine in the shadows. “I’ve wanted this as much as 30 of your sisters have wanted to get their hands on me … or to get me under their boots.”
She shook her head, thick golden braids swinging against the cavern wall. “Don’t let’s talk about them now. Let’s not even think about them. The only people in the world are you and me, my dear little one.” She studied him for a few moments, checking to make sure his limbs were okay, uninjured during the hare-like flight from her society. The way he stared back up at her, tiny glittering eyes taking in each region of her huge face … Whimpering, she lifted him to her face, burying his face and chest in hot, hungry kisses.
He met her in these, spreading his arms to embrace her upper lip, shoving his head between her two lips, letting her kisses pulse around his skull and neck. “Oh, Mother,” she gasped. The tip of her tongue flashed against his face as she spoke, and he took the chance to press his mouth to it. The contact sent a spark from her neck, down her spine, setting off in her crotch like a firework.
“You can’t imagine how much you mean to me, Brage.” She lifted him again and again, moistening his little body in wet kisses and then in the streams of her tears. “No one will ever take you away from me. I would lay down my life for you, my dear little lover.”
“Let that day never come,” he murmured. Unsuccessfully he tried to gather her mouth and pull it against him; he enjoyed the effort, at least.
Leikaboða lowered her hands and her brow furrowed with intensity. “No, I mean it. My entire world resides in that little body of yours. My heart catches fire when you look at me; when I’m working in camp or eating with my clan, I can barely sit still for the anticipation of breaking away and stealing another moment with you.”
“I’m with you always, Leike,” he insisted. “Whether in your pouch, in your boot, or …” His cockeyed little grin set off another gush of moisture in her crotch. “I’m with you for as long as you want me, wherever you want me. I’ve sworn myself to you, and there’s nothing or no one else I could ever want more.”
Her breath hitched at his words, bouncing off the cavern wall. “I feel so weak around you. These arms that can uproot trees, these hands that can tear a path through a mountain. When I see the breeze of my breath toss your hair around your face, when I feel your warm, light footsteps upon my shoulder or my chest, I feel as though I could tear myself apart with desire for you. I don’t know how else to say it.” Her huge hands trembled around him, her fingers arched with the urge to grasp him and squeeze him with the intensity of her love. “How can you, the little mouse-riding knight, make me feel so helpless? I want to feed you berries, I want to build you a shelter, I want to tear an acre of land from the shore and drag it out to sea, to build a little home for us.”
His cheekbones swelled as he grinned at her. “That sounds marvelous. We should do that tonight, tomorrow at the latest.” He rolled over into her left palm and reached up to grasp her thumb. She lowered it to him, and he embraced it like a lover, burying his fair face into its pad, wrapping arms and legs around her digits.
Not knowing what else to do, cheeks glistening with tears of intense longing, she opened up her jaws and slid him gently inside her mouth. And there she held him, feeling him roll around, making love to her thumb and to her tongue. “Oh, Brage,” she moaned, rattling every wet cell in his flesh with the vibration of her pounding love. Her hips tilted, she slumped within the cavern, and her free hand slid over her belly, under her belt, and between her thighs as her tiny lover ground himself into her taste buds.