A Guardian's Ascension (Chapter 26)

And then at last, Sophia waited. Not quite holding her breath, but hanging upon the elevated high of this atmosphere she’d orchestrated, as if floating just over the surface of a soothingly-still ocean, Sophia kept her hand in elated stasis. Seconds passed, until the Guardian felt Torv crawling the final distance down the bridge of her finger. She felt his mouth and hands upon the wide-open port, providing a thankful greeting, before he so easily entered the welcoming darkness of her orifice, just as Sophia had desired, but of course felt no need to force. She knew he would trust her in this too, just as she trusted herself. As soon as Sophia felt Torv’s body sliding down the frontal contour of her fingertip, now fully disconnected and standing within the spongy enclosed cavern, she gradually retracted her hand, giving her implanted guest ample opportunity to realize the bridge would soon be gone. Just in case he was stricken by a last-moment case of regret, because as far as they’d come already today, this stage of the reunion was just about the furthest yet from their old methods of intimacy. But once more Sophia correctly intuited that he wouldn’t feel any such thing, and her hyper-keen vaginal flesh accurately picked up on the precise impact and positioning of every infinitesimal footfall he took, venturing deeper inside the tunnel rather than back toward the light just as her fingertip exited.

So commenced the denouement of the long-separated pair’s resumed if drastically-rewritten passion. Mortal as he was, Torv seemed almost preternaturally to perceive exactly the spot inside her to make an altar to their shared pleasures. He prostrated himself naked upon the feverishly oscillating terrain, cozy now among the near-blind darkness and earthy sweetness of Sophia’s internal sanctuary, and plastered his whole frontside in a taut rhythmically-thrusting embrace with her hypersensitive madly-stimulated flesh. A squishily babbling brook of glad fluids trailed in slow motion from the walls and created a shallow path down the center, flowing beneath and even over Torv’s body. Still, he wasn’t spooked by the possibility of flooding, and chose instead to relax against the gentle tide as it washed soothingly into him like soft foam from the narrow mouth of a riverbed.

Soon, his already-wet frame was thoroughly bathed in Sophia’s liquid thrill. Torv spread his limbs, plying just enough pressure as if gripping the polished crags on a cliff face to steady himself from sliding back toward the tender opening into which the Guardian’s fingertip had just bridged him. Then Torv took a deep deliberate breath, inhaling the far-stronger dosage found here of his former soul partner’s feminine perfumed aura. Aside from the expected flavor of the giantess’s nethers, well-familiar to him from their past encounters even while the magnitude of it was punched up into a new head-spinning echelon this time, there was an added ethereal depth to her essence that took him by surprise – like a cross between the petrichor of raindrops left on grass, and the saccharine acidity of wild berries. Not that Torv needed any more of a reason to continue treating Sophia’s interior with the same lustful doting that he’d shown her clit. Still with his body clasped down to that moist suctioned skin, imbibing her atmosphere from the moodily sweltering air, and allowing adhesive trickles of her discharge to cross his bare back, he pressed his mouth against her for another hard kiss that rapidly evolved again into worshipful tonguing. His puny limbs, still tautly squinched to her vaginal turf, swayed and flexed with enough vigor for Sophia to feel it. As did his livened barely-contained loins, pumping and massaging against the malleable ground. There was certainly no missing the sensation of his passionate lips, either, no matter how small they were in comparison to her, paying sultry homage to whatever he touched within.

Sophia could hardly hold back now, either. First crossing that free hand across her breasts, squeezing and setting off a complementary wave of extremity-invigorating shudders, she reached abruptly for the edge of the bed and gripped it intently. Meanwhile, her other hand still hovered in close stroking distance of her womanhood, just in case there was a need to catch or evacuate Torv, though there was another good reason for her to keep near as well. With her reformed micro-lover no longer wrapped around that northern erogenous zone, her thumbpad gingerly picked up the slack, swirling and groping and feeding her senses. There was a bodily impulse to clench her throbbing privates around the miniscule object of their sexual scintillation, but she carefully restrained that instinct – even while just about every other anatomic inclination was set free. Sophia’s hips rhythmically rose and fell upon the mattress with strength that could’ve easily disturbed ocean waves hard enough to capsize a whole fleet. Yet impressively, those movements too were still controlled enough that Torv wasn’t tossed like a cork in the sea within her. Far as the gap was that separated them in scale now, their bedded union had never been so synchronized as it was now. A finale was coming fast now, or rather the first of several finales tonight. There was no stopping it, and no turning back. Not that she would’ve wished to do so.

And so as Sophia felt that maelstrom of euphoria multiplying within every cell of her 527-foot frame, racing toward what would unexpectedly yet assuredly be the most gratifying release in all the time she and Torv had ever known one another, she felt herself preparing to let go of any last lingering inhibitions which still subliminally held her back from fully accepting what had become of her, and what was still to become of her. This new arrangement with her soulmate-turned-custodian of her needs naturally marked the commencement of a fruitfully transformed relationship: one which she could tell already would fulfill a certain irrepressible hunger for years to come now, so long as Torv was willing, though she intuited as well that he would never withdraw from his service to her here. But it was the beginning of far more than that. With this drive toward a long-delayed sensual catharsis, Sophia felt herself purging out the final toxic doubts and fears of her own evolved identity which had plagued her for so long.

She was a Guardian. From now on, hers would be always an existence living far above those she loved, superior in every imaginable way to such objectively punier life forms, and in return loving them all more powerfully and in more meaningful ways than she ever could before sacrificing her old path to a higher nobler cause. This was to be Sophia’s way, and she accepted it. No, more than that. She honored it, savored it, and as appropriate (such as this exact moment), lavished in it. There was no shame to be had in submitting to whatever glories her tiny adorers bestowed upon her, even benefitting greatly from them, now that she’d learned how. Sophia knew in her heart, somehow even more profoundly now than that first day when she’d fervently agreed to defend her homeland in perpetuity as an armored sword-wielding sky-touching giantess, that this was her purpose – it always had been, and always would be. And she would gratefully devote every moment of long life that she spent towering upon this world toward that purpose alone.

With a purifying sigh and an ecstatic spasm that passed through her body in a deific wave, Sophia twirled her thumb upon the upper crest of her loins just as little Torv humbly satisfied his end of their mutual accord from inside the same garden. She finished, immediately sliding her fingertip back into the warm darkness to ensure he was all right and to offer an exit when he was ready. Though just as importantly, the Guardian let her head roll back again upon her pillow, shut her eyes, and immersed herself in the proportionately astronomic ocean of pleasurable sensations which were then paid to her being as a wholly-deserved tithe. Sophia had arrived, singularly herself at last, and so long as the sun rose on her land and she could grasp a blade, she knew beyond a shade of wonder that everything would be all right.

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THE END