Posted by Anarcy
on 6/24/2009, 10:51 pm, in reply to " Never Barter With A Trickster- A Knight's Tale Part 2"
I find the occurances in this world so very interesting. Giantesses that use the mighty peaks to tease their own nipples, man made structures reduced to sexual toys...
It is good to see that the old ways live on.
I remember the time one goddess used the mightiest of redwoods as a comb from my blonde locks, running the tiny little thing along my beard to clean and defined...before she had me dirty it through quite pleasant means...
Ah, but enough with old memories. My strength returns quickly, and I believe soon enough the giantesses and goddesses of this world will take notice of one of a young body but an experienced mind.
Until then, allow me to continue my tale.
Days passed within the kingdom, and for both Sir Richard and Lady Gwen my promise was holding true.
The good knight awoke the next morning to find himself 2 inches taller, shoulders a tad broader and fat slowly turning to muscle. The other knights paid no heed, as it was not a rapid change, but he noticed it well enough and went about his day quite happily.
As for Lady Gwen, she too discovered herself changed. Her dull hair had began to shine a bit brighter, her face more stunning, and body gaining lean muscle. Her servants were confused when they could not get her corset on, and when they tried she panted and moaned in delight, her enlarged nipples sending rumbles down deep into her sex. Finally, they pleaded forgiveness and asked her to dress without her undergarments. Lady Gwen, a goofy smile on her face, agreed, though she was hard press not to moan as her dress caressed her engorged breasts and caused her juices to begin to flow. IT was here that the servants discovered that her dress now hung much tighter, and they whispered to themselves how it made her look less regal and more like the free spirited dancers known to sell their bodies after their performances to merchants.
Lady Gwen was too consumed by pleasure to care.
Days wore on, and the kingdom remained unaware of the changes. Sir Robert was seen more and more, not only due to him no longer hidden by the taller knights, but because of his actions. In the market, 4 days after our deal, he found a man trying to steal from a woman's fruit cart. While the other knights had become winded chasing the criminal, Sir Robert had sprung forth, feeling himself grow larger till he stood taller than the thief. His long legs and boundless energy allowing him to catch the man and throw him 10 feet through the air, sending him crashing to the ground.
When he had returned, tossing away his now tight armor and leaving him only in his leather undergarments, the woman he had aided had invited him into her home, so that she may give him a reward in return. An ok beauty, I suppose...to me these humans all tend to be rather plain. When you create canyons while tickling a goddess' clit with your tongue, man's definition of beauty becomes weak.
The woman told Sir Robert that she would be but a moment, and for him to make himself at home. He sat in a chair, marveling at his enlarged biceps, figuring that he had grown nearly a foot since our deal. The woman returned moments later, her deceased husband's armor in hand...and her body free from the rough cotton she had worn.
"This armor is payment..." She stated as she pulled down his trousers, grasping his now 8 inch member in her hands. "My body is merely a gift." She brought her firm, round breasts around his shaft, bouncing them up and down, sliding them along and coating them with his precum. Sir Robert moaned, pounding on the table as she sutck out her tongue, licking at his tip whenever it poked out from her cleavage. Finally, with a bellow he came, coating her face and tits with his seed. The woman purred, rubbing the fluid into her skin till all that was left was a healthy shine.
"If you seek a gift again...please...come and find me."
Meanwhile, things were progressing in similar manners for Lady Gwen. She now stood 5 foot 9, her hair a light brown and losing its dullness every day. Her breasts had swelled to D cups, her ass rounding out to a perfect, as I have recently heard you people call in these days, bubble butt. Long slender legs were constantly poking out from her dresses, her rapidly growing nipples denting the silk of her gowns. After 4 days, the king began to fear that his wife's genes were finally taking hold, and commanded his daughter be locked away in her room, seen by none until his mages and clerics could solve the mystery...
As if they could. My power is beyond them...if they lived today I would use them to stimulate the pussy of many a goddess until their lives gave away as punishment...
I am sorry...I allowed my anger and my growing arousal to distract me.
Lady Gwen was confined to her room, which was going against her plans to entrance and entice Sir Robert, who she was hearing about more and more and desired to claim before another lady could take hold of him.
The mere thought of him was arousing her, the images of her using her new power to take them to the peaks of pleasure causing her to pull her dress aside and plunge her long supple fingers into her gushing snatch, her cream coating her fingers as she thrust harder and harder...
"What is the meaning of this!"
Lady Gwen looked up to find one of her father's advisors standing in the door in shock. He was one of the younger ones, not bad looking in human male standards but meaningless to an immortal of my standing.
"Your father feared as much...you have been possesed, bespelled...some magic has turned you into a wild, sinful creature..." He pulled forth a cloth filled with crushed herbs. "This spell..."
Lady Gwen grinned, leaping forward, powerful legs wrapping around the man's waist as she slammed the door shut. She ripped the clothing from his body, taking his penis in her hand and stroking it hard and fast, bringing him to arousal against his will. Already she could feel herself growing in response to his attempt to dominate her.
"We can not have that." She said, tossing the bag away and plunging herself onto his road. She cared little as she destroyed her virginity, panting and laughing as she rode him. "You are right...I have become something new, something primal...and it is time the men of this kingdom stopped treating me like a child and worshiped me as the queen that I am." Her inner walls grabbed at his member, milking him. THe aide was blabbering now, mind shattering as she continued to grow larger, reaching just over 6 feet before she cried out in orgasm, her juices marking him as hers.
Though she did not grow again, still she rode him, hour after hour, until he lay broken and enslaved under her, cock bruised and bloodied.
"SO small...so worthless. You don't deserve me, little one." She stated, running a finger along her 2 inch wide nipples. She leaned down, whispering in his year. "You will do as I say, for if you do not, I will make you mine again and again...do you understand."
The aide nodded, crying in defeat.
"Tell my father that I am fine...but that I must see Sir Robert as soon as possible..do you understand?" The aide nodded again. LAdy Gwen removed herself, her pussy seemingly trying to hold onto his limp member before releasing it with a plop. "Get cleaned up...and do not return until you have word either way."
Lady Gwen would wait, but she had no way of knowing the truth. That during that night, as she had reduced the king's aide to a mindless sex slave, King Thomas had called upon Sir Robert. He had noticed the knight's transformation, and sought to use it to his advantage...or rid himself of a growing threat.
By the time the aide went to the king, Sir Robert was already riding out to the south...to face off with a threat that would either kill him...or free the kingdom of a dark evil.
LIttle did any of them realize that with this act, they would bring my warning to life.
...ah, mortals...how they tire so easily. Of course, I find many things about them silly. Like how their size is limited...I can be as small as one of these buildings you call skyscrapers, or outgrow the universe if I chose and beyond...they are stuck in their weak forms.
I ask you...how do you, my fellow giants and giantesses, gods and goddesses, not resort to just crushing them all and putting them out of their misery?
Let me know when I awake again.
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