A Guardian's Ascension (Chapter 23)

Embarrassed at first, since he’d been too captivated by the sight of his leviathan one-time love almost ceremonially shedding armor to actually do anything yet himself, Torv humbly bowed his head and began to strip. His clothing took much less time to be rid of, small and agrarian-basic as it was, but he felt a surprising lack of self-consciousness once he was left naked first and standing in the looming company of Sophia, who only then began to strip away the last of her own garments. By his body language and the look on his face, the Guardian could tell, even as she was slowly rendered just as nude as her miniscule companion, he looked upon her now with the same degree of reverence and identity as when she was fully geared up for battle. Which, she finally understood, was only right.

Shortly thereafter, using just as few words as their past private encounters usually required – even though both parties were aware that some adjustment from their old activities was in order – Sophia laid down on the bed, resting her crown against the headboard, and comfortably stretched the athletic sun-glazed enormity of her bare figure along the full length of the mattress. Regarding Torv in her palm again from up-close, then, she carried him gradually from mere feet above the supple toned topography of her whole body, at last setting him down again upon her big toe, while her foot rested on its side. After reacclimating his balance on Sophia’s impressively stock-still nudity, he gazed up at her face one-tenth of a mile away, which seemed so distant and yet practically right in front of him at once, as he felt the warmth of her rounded digit directly beneath him.

“Seeing as it has been such a while, and so much has changed…” Sophia intoned, and Torv could feel the subtlest shiver of her voice thrumming her skin even from down here. “…it seems only fair that we become reacquainted, such as it is. Come to me. You know I won’t let you fall.”

Torv reacted even quicker and more automatically than when she’d bid him to lose his clothes, marching down from the bulb of her toe and making his way along her instep. Though neither did he rush, moving with caution and purpose. The potential drop onto the bedspread from up here, taller than most of the houses in the village even though it was only the width of Sophia’s sole, only briefly unnerved him, but her promise reassured him. As did her unflinching gaze, provocative and overwhelming, so Torv chose to keep his sightline locked onto the giantess’s eyes rather than obsessively watching his every step along the architecture of her bare foot, and instead used that guidance of her beautiful countenance as he might use a constellation while traveling by night. Though because her body had become the dominant and only entity in his field of vision, it was impossible not to simultaneously admire and lust over these anatomic contours which were familiar to him and yet, indeed, needed reacquainting given the yawning gulf in size between the two of them. A heady feeling of seething attraction came over Torv before he was even a quarter of the way up her body, though aside from an irrepressible reaction that began to show itself between his legs, he didn’t dare demonstrate his desire in any other way until instructed.

Meanwhile, as pleasantly hypnotic and even arousing a novelty this experience was turning out to be for Torv already, Sophia herself was the most surprised by what she was feeling now. Which was saying something, considering she had imaginarily walked through all these circumstances for herself in detail ahead of time, deigning precisely how they would come back together once he agreed to her terms. Yet even having been stirred at the thought of the tiny vulnerable Torv dutifully trailing his way up along her nakedness, and now traversing over her knee and onto her sensitive thigh, the giantess felt a greater swell of excitement than she’d anticipated currently working its way throughout her entire body. His touch covered so much less surface area now, and the weight of his whole body standing on hers barely registered in the same way of a tenderly applied fingertip ticklishly stroking at glacial pace along her upper leg. But still Sophia was electrically riled in the same way as she was that last time their same-sized bodies were aggressively and passionately entangled together so many months ago. This night truly had come not a moment too soon.

The Guardian’s thoughts unavoidably shifted to the latter activities she had planned for tonight, as Torv crossed the border of her waist and came in such precious proximity to her nether regions, but she restrained from getting ahead of herself. His voyage along her abdomen was bumpier, as her flat stomach gingerly rose and fell with the steady pace of her slowed breathing, but of course the island of her reclining torso made a broad enough path now that there was no risk of the little being taking a tumble, even if he stumbled slightly a few times while adjusting to the living terrain. This didn’t slow Torv down in the least, though, and his enthrallment only increased with every stride forward he took. Randy as he was becoming by now, he was more than familiar enough with Sophia’s body to perceive her building eroticism, even judging only by whatever narrow portion of her gargantuan figure he happened to be standing upon at the time. Though it was subtle, her flesh was turning an overall rosier shade, not to mention texturing with occasional flareups of palpably-raised goose bumps. The short ultra-fine blonde hairs that dotted her skin here and there began to stand on end. Her pulse, though faintly felt since Torv wasn’t standing directly over her chest yet, was elevating. Even her breathing, controlled as it remained so long as he was counting on her body to keep steady beneath him, had hastened. And all of these signs became more apparent when he journeyed into the valley of her cleavage. Again Sophia had to fight back an instinct to reach between her breasts once she had Torv there and amorously detain him, especially since it would only take a single inserted finger or a teasing squeeze against the side of either bare-chested hillside to keep him tautly embraced among the pressed-together walls of bosom. But again she was patient, not impeding the little one’s progress or doing anything to help him either, except holding his attention with her mesmerizing gaze.

By the time Torv arrived just below Sophia’s neck, both the giantess and her miniature paramour were tangibly aglow with deeply-kindled sensuality, as if they’d barely skipped a beat since their last private occasion. Though still the difference from that previous occasion hung in the air, reminding the Guardian with every exiguous step her guest advanced along her naked physiology of their new reality, and again found it remarkable just how turned-on she was in spite of that realization. Maybe not even in spite of it, but rather by virtue, and also because it had been such a desperately long time since she was able to share in this kind of release with someone she trusted. Thirst didn’t even begin to describe how much Sophia needed tonight; it was closer to sexual starvation now. Sensing her breathless former soulmate was ready for this too, she didn’t wait any longer to at last raise both hands from her sides and collect him back into the center of her palm, picking him up instead of inviting him to mount. From there, holding Torv close enough to her face that she could observe his obvious upstanding arousal and see her warm misty exhalations blowing back his hair, Sophia contemplatively licked her lips and then brought the mighty spire of her forefinger curling slowly down overhead of her supine subject.