A Guardian's Ascension (Chapter 24)

Of course the ringed pad of the Guardian’s fingertip was enough to completely cover Torv’s body, but that wasn’t her intention. Using every ounce of superhuman hypersensitivity she’d gained and honed through her time in the Citadel – with the same focus that allowed her to slay thousands of monstrous evildoers, only now focused exclusively into the surgical precision of her touch – Sophia began to massage that spiraled epicenter of her humongous peachy fingerprint over Torv’s erection. Her movements were so disciplined, though, that for the first few back-and-forth strokes, the little thing didn’t even experience this skin-to-skin contact as a solid surface bearing down on him, but rather exclusively felt the distinct ovular maze of each concentric identifying ring cresting across his hard-on. After such a luscious period of touchless edging by way of his hike from her toe to her clavicle, just about any kind of touch upon his loins would’ve made Torv writhe with heightened arousal, though he could tell there was another slight learning curve here for him to surmount. Sophia was delicate in her technique, even more so now than when they used to make love as equals, but the sensation of her fingerprint geometry, numerous as the rings in an ancient tree and sculpted into smooth irregularities by the humped rim of each flesh-textured ridge, didn’t exactly make for buttery-soft masturbation. It was undeniably stimulating, yes, as Torv’s instinctual gasping and endorphin-rushing limb quivers could attest, but also not without some abrasive coarseness mixed into the otherwise sweet and titillating sensations. Though he certainly wouldn’t dream of complaining.

Regardless of Torv’s tolerance, though, at a certain point it became difficult for him not to quietly grimace from the rugged glide of the giantess’s fingerprint friction unwittingly abrading his loins, even while he still exhaled croons of lascivious comfort from the overall experience. This was definitely still fine – far more than fine – but he could tell it would take longer than usual for him to finish. Or at least it would have, if Sophia hadn’t been paying such close attention to his expressions, as she was still able to interpret even the smallest cues and tics from the countenance of a person she’d lain with so many times, no matter how inferior he was now in scope.

The giantess abruptly halted her finger pad’s to-and-fro fondling pattern, not wanting this interaction to just halfway succeed in spite of newly-discovered obstacles, and swiftly realized his issue after an up-close observation of her own prints. Of course her touch was too rough. It took just another second of consideration before she smirked, then extended the broad glistening bulkhead of her tongue from between her lips and swirled the end of her digit upon those saliva-glossed buds, until her flesh had turned conveniently slick from a generous coating of warm fluid. Once she’d satisfyingly lubricated the humongous instrument of their foreplay, her finger descended over him again and resumed scrubbing Torv’s erection, this time without any irritated winces brought on by unwet skin.

They carried on like this for a while, with no other part of Sophia’s body in motion except for the graceful pendulum-like sweep of her immense spit-anointed fingertip across his midsection and the occasional budge of her irises as she continued to keenly read her tiny companion’s blissful reactions for any further objections. Though she wasn’t going to see any from him now, after that simple yet ingenious fix. Just as Torv experienced these exquisite motions as the bulged apex of each neighboring print-ring on the giantess’s licked digit that so crudely yet tantalizingly invited the pleasure to ripple through him from his core to all extremities, she also felt his puny sprung-up arousal tangibly massaged upon every individual grid-curve of damp fleshy detail in sequence. It made Sophia glad, maybe even more so than she’d expected, to feel his desire – however miniscule it was in comparison to her – still reliably present there, no matter the vast changes that had transpired since they last joined one another in a bed. Subtle and subdued as this sensuous dance between them had been so far, somewhat by necessity given their extreme differences in stature and strength, the Guardian was nevertheless fiercely turned-on herself, even more so than she’d been while just feeling Torv’s forward pilgrimage along her mountainous nakedness.

But then, right as Sophia sensed her former soul partner’s gyrations in the center of her palm becoming faster and breathier in anticipation of a climax due to her moistened finger’s rhythmic petting, an unexpected ethos came over her. Yes, it had required a major leap of faith on Torv’s part to agree to this unusual lifelong commitment with her at all. And yes, she was thankful for his enduring trust as well as the mutual sexual catharsis it would bring them both over time; Sophia had every intention of granting him a finish tonight that would leave him hungrily longing for next month’s reunion already before he’d even left the Citadel. On the other hand, however, no matter how correct and understanding he might’ve been in some of his earlier decisions about their future, there was no getting around the fact that this incredibly-small being in her hand had also been at the center of the most tremendous heartbreak of her life. So maybe, Sophia decided, he would have to wait just a little while longer to have his finish.

With an iota of guilty satisfaction, the giantess again interrupted her lapped-over fingertip’s groin massage on Torv sans any warning, just when she could tell that he was perhaps three strokes away from bursting. She saw the flash of instinctive blue-balled despair in his face, silently imploring her to finish the job, but he quickly retook control of himself and didn’t let the pleading show in his face thereafter, let alone speak it aloud. Torv had fully surrendered himself to the Guardian already, yet his fealty was especially proven now, when his body was wracked with all the pent-up euphoria she was providing him so close to the peak of long-delayed satisfaction, yet he was beholden to her decisions alone. What’s more, she knew now that this would remain their dynamic from here on out, each and every time he came into her private quarters. And it felt completely right.

To that end, there was no trace of disappointment or reticence left in Torv’s face as her palm ferried him back over the lengthy breadth of her bare torso. Sophia’s hand curled slowly, giving him time to adjust as the most-level ground shifted onto her fingers, with the ends gently bridged into direct contact against the middle slope of her monumental vulva. The little thing needed only meet her gaze again just over that horizon to know exactly what was passionately requested of him here. Disembarking carefully from the steady gangplank of the Guardian’s middle and ring fingers, Torv stepped onto the soft fragrant highly-sensitive nether hillside laid before him, hunkering on all fours for balance. The ground of her rosy-pinkish flesh was reliably warm, moist already in the way of morning earth after a gentle overnight rainfall, and the whole region subtly shuddered upon feeling that scarcely-significant weight of his comparatively three-quarter-inch body crouching upon it. This was of course a site he’d tended many times before using every relevant piece of himself, much to Sophia’s gratification. Though the usefulness of his prior sexual expertise felt understandably shakier now that she was this huge, enough so that it may as well have been their first time together. Because in many ways, it was.