Alric wasnât sure how it had come to this. The feeling of his best friendâs lips pressed against most of his chest and stomach as he felt a shift in size once more. Once measuring from the tip of her index finger all the way to the bottom of her hand. . .he was smaller now. Slowly, he had started to shrink. It would come and go, but he wasnât focused much on that. The red haired man was too busy biting his bottom lip, as he felt his friendâs lips against his bare skin. Lips pressed together, a low-volumed smooch heard as she pulled away, only for a moment, before coming in for another.
They had close calls before, but nothing like this. Friends since they were kids, now grown adults that found themselves lost in a moment of passion. Yet, neither had expected such a moment to be like this. . .
âHâhey. . .go a little easy on me. . .â Alric stated to her, as he tried to sound commanding, but it only came out in a half-hearted manner. He felt a gust of air from above, as the Miqoâte snorted with her mouth pressed against him. Her sapphire colored eyes glanced down at him, eye-lids more than halfway closed.
âMmm. . .is this easâeh?â The tanned woman asked in a whisper, with a hint of enjoyment heard within it.
Before he knew it, her lips had parted, and heâd find the tip of her massive tongue pressed against his chest. . .slithering down towards his stomach as it focused there for a moment. He felt a bit of pressure, as she pressed it firmly against him. It wasnât long until he felt most of his front side covered in his larger friendâs saliva. He felt a few strands of it dripping down his leg, even though she had not touched his lower half. In fact, she seemed rather intent on his stomach and chestâ
All of a sudden, Alric found it harder to breathe as something pressed against his face. It didnât take long for him to figure out what it was, as the Miqoâte large tongue took its sweet time traveling from the tip of his chin. . .across his face. . .and ending with a playful flick towards the top of his head. Now sporting a rather goofy looking hair style, with the creator of such a style looking down at him.
No words were given, but the amused expression of Zori hanging overhead spoke volumes of how much she was trying not to laugh at how he looked, while also clearly still in the mood to do more to him.
âNot really. . .gah, itâs getting everywhere. . .â Alric stated in a somewhat breathless voice, taking the moment to remember how to breathe again. He felt light-headed, with his heart beating so hard against his chest, he wondered why it wasnât hurting yet.
For a moment, he saw it. A look in the gigantic sapphire colored eyes that he knew was her getting an idea. Unlike before, he didnât try to halt whatever it was, curious to see what she was going to do. Her eyes were soon replaced by her lips, curled into a devilish grin. . .then, theyâd part.
He felt his heart stop, as if someone had gripped it tightly within a closed fist. His blood ran cold, as the sight above both amazed and terrified him. Two rows of well taken care of teeth was the first thing his eyes went to, a different color compared to the rest of what he was viewing. Her fangs seemed more pronounced than ever, the pair on the upper row of her pearly whites caught his attention above all. The next thing he saw was movement within, demanding his attention at once - focused now upon that damned thing he had assaulted him just moments ago.
Zoriâs tongue was roughly the same size he was. . .maybe bigger. He felt light headed from it all, making it hard to compare himself to her now. A trickle of fear ran through his body, making the very tip of his toes feel a bitter cold as he recalled how she had easily consumed his jacket earlier. No doubt within the pit that was her stomach, never to be seen again.
âWâWoah, woah. . .Zori. . .hold on. . .â
Either she couldnât hear him or pretended as if she didnât, as she didnât pull away. . .but instead, brought her mouth down towards the palm of her hand. Her fingers pressed around her lower face, lips now touched the palm of her hand. . .as she opened her mouth even further.
Before he knew it, Alric found himself trying to lay as flat as he could against the palm of his friend, as Zori had kept her hand leveled. . .but now her mouth was pressed against her hand; wide open and there was no way for him to escape.
Her tongue flicked about in an almost slow, but tireless manner. Clearly eager to do more, yet contained itself for now. Strands of saliva seen attached between her teeth or the roof of her mouth and tongue held for a time. . .others broke, and clung to whatever surface it could within her maw. Dripping down the roof of her mouth. . .her inner cheeks. . .the surface of that large pink tongue of hers. Yet, Zori made sure not to drool on him, but that didnât stop all of it. Every so often, he felt a small speck of saliva against his body - like one would experience before it started to rain.
Then, he felt that overwhelming sense of peppermint and coco again, as the blue-eyed woman exhaled into her semi-closed hand against her mouth. . .with her small childhood friend almost passing out from it. It wasnât bad, but the sudden overwhelming scents mixed together along with her warm breath blanket his body.
He forgot how to breathe again, as everything going on at the moment was hitting him harder than ever before.
The warmth threatened to cause him to pass out, as his vision faded in and out for a moment, as she took a moment. . .then repeated it. Another gust of warm cinnamon with coco blew across his body, almost as if he was in a living sauna of sorts.
He lost track of time in that moment, every so often aware of what was going on again, before his brain seemed to shut off. He felt the tip of her tongue, gently tracing along his stomach and chest once again. . .face turned to the side, as it dragged upward again. Alric could swear she could tell, as the very tip of her tongue halted at his ear, as if focused on it for a moment, before it finished its trail upward.
He was semi-aware that his size shifted once or twice. There was a brief moment where he felt his feet touching her bottom lip, while he had lifted his arms to grip at her smooth front teeth - as her tongue seemed a bit more eager to trace along the side of his body. . .and even felt it trace across his lower leg and upper thigh. A single piece of clothing was all he had left, yet, not once did she focus there. He thought so, but it was hard to know if she left it be. . .
Alric wasnât sure how long the tanned Miqoâte tormented him. There was even a point where she had somehow flipped him over, and he felt her licking up and down his back. His legs. . .arms. . .almost everywhere. It made him wonder what it was like for her. . .
For Zori, it was an experience unlike any other. She was not inexperienced, but this was very new to her. . .and it excited her. The sensation of her best friend within the palm of her hand, to do whatever she wanted with him, yet, she didnât. She wanted to bully him to be sure, but she still cared and respected him. Yet, she gave into some of her desires. . .knowing whatever she was doing, must have been massive for him; in more ways than one!
Her heart thumped against her chest, as she felt a warmth within her cheeks from what she was doing. Bold as she was, it was something she found herself enjoying. Her spare hand had crept to the bottom of her shirt, slipping under it to let her fingertips drag across the surface of her upper stomach; right below her chest. Right where she felt that flame building within her, as the black and honey brown haired woman enjoyed this moment with him. It was a balance, as in the end she still wanted to make sure no harm came to him.
Yet, she couldnât herself. She felt as if she had such easy control of the healer within her grasp, easily doing whatever she wanted with her tongue. She didnât want to take things too far, avoiding a certain area of his. Though, the urge was there. . .to just give in fully. To take him into her mouth and treat him as if he was a cherished candy she couldnât want to taste. The idea of tossing him about her mouthâ
She felt a shudder down her spine, forgetting herself for a moment and that Alric was in her hand. . .as a low moan escaped her mouth. . .
âAlric~â
It dawned on her that this was not a dream. She wasnât alone.
And that she had moaned her friendâs name aloud in a manner she had not ever done before. Well, at least in a non-joking manner she hadnât.
The Miqoâte felt as if she had a bucket of ice-cold dumped over her, as Zori ceased everything she was doing for a moment.
Very self-aware of who she had in the palm of her hand.
With the tip of her tongue pressed against his lower stomach.
Then, before she knew it, sheâd lift her mouth just a few inches away from her hand. Speaking.
â. . .ok, I really enjoy this.â She declared in a low whisper, as her hand shifted so she could see what had become of her dearest friend. A bemused smirk fell across her lips, seeing that he was struggling to sit up right. . .but seemed out of breath. Unable to help herself, Zori brought her hand upward with Alric still struggling to sit up. . .and let her lips press against his body. Holding it there. . .as she felt the pale-skinned man weakly pushed back against her. Yet, she could feel it. . .just enough, that his arms had spread apart. Hugging her lips. . .with the small hope heâd return the kiss she was giving him. . .
âNeed a break?â
Alric found his heart still beating hard against his chest, but it was slowing down. He felt a slight chill, despite her warm breath being felt now and then. He wasnât even sure if Zori was aware of it, how her saliva had made it more chilly between breaths. How he had felt pressed against those soft lips of hers. . .
How it felt to return that kiss of hers, not knowing if she could feel it.
Despite everything beforehand, the very idea that he had kissed her back. . .despite the size difference, left a sensation of butterflies within his stomach. He wasnât an elder of course, but boy did he feel like a young lad again. A laugh escaped him at the sense of it all, where he could tell Zori could hear it, as she looked down at him in an amused manner. The slight hint of red in her cheeks.
He felt his own hands reach up towards his face, as he let them rest on top of it. . .eyes, nose, and forehead somewhat covered. Yet his smile was on displayâ
âArrre you gitting shy all of a sudden? Awww, whatâs up with that?â Even without looking he knew she was grinning. No doubt happy at the results she had gotten. He kept one hand placed upon his face, refusing to lower them from his eyes. The other reached up, making a swiping motion - as if wishing her away.
âHaaaa. . .wait, you ARE gitting shy!â The Miqoâte declared, a bit surprised yet gleeful at such a thing.
Alric merely repeated the motion with his arm, a chuckle emitted from him before he spoke. âGo away you fiend. . .â
âNah, donât think I will~â He couldnât see her, but he could hear the grin in her tone. He refused to look at her. Not wanting to see her beautiful sky blue eyes. . .nor that damn taunting grin that he knew would be there the moment he looked at her. He felt a warmth in his cheeks. His ears as well. . .almost everywhere. He felt his knees bend, almost as if wishing to be in a defensive position.
ââEy, âey! Itâs alright. . .you know I ainât gonna hurt ya. . .well, mabbâeh a liâl, but youâll be fine!â His massive friend stated to him, in an almost sing-song type of manner. He trusted her. Knew he was safe within her hands, in all sense of it. Yet, he didnât know why. . .he had never felt shy around her before, yet now? It felt. . .different. Although it was. . .
Nice. It felt nice to feel this way.
He felt her thumb gently press itself against the side of his head, not moving it much. Without looking, Alric reached out to loop an arm around it as much as he could. . .as if snuggling up close to her. He could hear a chuckle caught in her throat, as he felt her breathing cease; figuring she had closed her mouth as to not be heard. At his size though, it was hard not to. Every time she shifted about on the bed, it was plain clear to him. The creaking of the bed whenever she shifted her weight, while trying to keep her hand with him in it leveled.
Even when he was normal sized, Zori was somewhat bigger than a normal Miqoâte. A fact she was rather proud of, more so due to walking the path of a monk - with her weapon being her body. He had often made sure she took care of herself. . .an act she seemed rather fond of.
Alric shifted the hand gripping her thumb, rubbing and groping at it as if it was her. In return, he felt the thumb return the favor, very carefully rubbing against his hair. . .and then the side of his body. Before long, it bent over him and rested against his chest and stomach; forcing him somewhat against the base of her thumb. He could feel the fold in her skin to his side and under him, along with her scent. He kept his eyes closed, but removed the hand covering his face. . .only to replace it with her thumb as he buried his face against the bend in her large sun-kissed digit.
âHehe~â
Heâd snort against her thumb, muffled to a point he was sure Zori couldnât hear it - as he could tell she was rather proud of herself. Yet, it made him happy. . .holding her thumb as if it was her. Unable to contain himself, he buried his face deep within the bend of her thumb. . .and kissed it. He was sure she couldnât feelâ
He heard her breath cease for a moment, body gone still. . .as he felt himself become nervous. Unsure if she felt it, something was happening orâ
â. . .again. . .â
Did. . .she feel it? He wasnât sure, as he kept still for a moment. Her scent was a bit stronger where he was. The natural scent along with the shampoo she used the night before.
Then, heâd repeat it and knew at once she felt it, as he felt the hand he was within trembled for a moment. A soft sigh heard, before he felt it wash over him. . .and could even swear he felt her hand become warmer as a result.
â. . .keep doing that.â
Her tone was different. It wasnât playful like before, but a low. . .almost longing whisper, with a hint of enjoyment in it. He had shifted in size again, the thumb not as large as before. Now just big enough to cover his chest. He felt his feet dangle somewhat over the edge of her hand, but her hand was still larger than he was. When did that happen? He was so caught up in the moment, he hadnât even. . .
His lips pressed against the same spot again, though this time he held it longer. . .and let his tongue play across the surface.
Zori felt an odd sensation that caused her toes to curl against the blankets she was resting on top of. Her other hand had remained directly under her bust, that flame within started to grow. Her entire body was heating up, as she felt Alric kissâno, he was even licking her thumb now. Oh Twelve. . .despite his size, it was a sensitive spot of hers, but she loved it. Wanted more of it. She felt her own knees bend somewhat, doing all she could to keep the hand with Alric in it steady. Yet, itâd shake now and then with each kiss. Each lick. How she felt and saw his hands exploring her thumb, knowing he felt something in this too.
That. That right there, was what made her want it all the more. To fuel the fire for the both of them, as they started to explore how they felt in this very moment.
Yet, she wanted him to do more. There was a strong desire building up within her. . .to make him pay such attention to other parts of her. From her fingers all the way down to the tip of her toes. She wonder how itâd feelâ
A short-lived gasp that shifted into a moan, as she felt something different. . .something she had NOT expected. He had been kissing and licking the same spot this entire time, but she felt a very faint pinch. . .nowhere near enough to cause pain, and she almost thought she was tricking herself. Yet, as she stared down at him, sheâd see it. He was biting her thumb. . .and felt his tongue press right against that sensitive spot of hers. Eyes still closed, refusing to look at her. . .yet, all it did was build up the desire to give into it fully. To keep ordering him to continue. . .and to do whatever she wanted to him.
âAhhh. . .Alric. . .youâre just. . .youâre all mine.â She stated in a low breathless manner, yet it was clear it was a statement. Something she could tell he heard loud and clear, given how much more he started to cling to her thumb.
She knew they couldnât do this all day. She still had to find a way to help him return to normal, yet, what was the rush? It couldnât hurt to explore this moment. . .to do other things with him, right?
Zori made up her mind, as she knew what she wanted to do.