The Last of the Micrins (Chapter 15)

(Head's up: Things get steamy between a giant couple during these concluding chapters, so fair warning if that's not your thing)

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Unfortunately, while Mark had staved off his forcible introduction to the inside of Diana’s cunt, much like resisting gravity itself, pushing back against this inevitable could only work for so long. His grip on her arousal-fattened clit soon weakened, especially with the giant’s member now plumbed deep inside her vaginal tunnel, and beginning to pump in and out. First Gale only indulged in shorter controlled thrusts, kindly easing his client into the groove of their dance, but it was clear that Diana didn’t need or want to be gently handheld through this experience, and her own receptive moan-warbling humps quickly encouraged the giant to ramp up the intensity. Feeling like he was caught at the epicenter of an earthquake, Mark endured the barbaric nether-tensed pistoning of the humongous pair’s interlocking hardware for as long as he could, until his strength simply gave out and his limp body was bounced loose of that deeply-stimulated shelter he’d had no choice but to impotently claim. Tumbling amidst the carnal anarchy with such violence that he didn’t know which way was up or whose body he was touching, Mark found himself beached upon the broad fluid-drenched topside of the giant’s cock just as it drew back again from an invigorated Diana’s not-so-secret garden once more. The next split-second, then, finally delivered him to the crotch-internalized fate he’d merely delayed, not prevented.

Inside the giantess’s maddeningly-pleasured cavern, between the earth-moving thrusts and the epileptic flashes of light that managed to penetrate the spaces between corresponding body parts, Mark saw them. At least twenty of his kind had been caught inside here too, already pushed far deeper by those remorseless box-filling cock pumps by a completely-unaware Gale. Despite the chaos, Mark witnessed them being systematically pounded and squeezed and steam-rolled into dead-flattened submission between the two giants’ flexed high-speed sexual organs. It was a massacre. Though he did his best to inch back toward the outside world along Gale’s hardness, he was soon tossed into the same homicidal jumble of shrieking sobbing micrins like microwaved popcorn kernels about to lethally pop. The tip of the giant’s thrill-swollen penis, a warhead for a weapon of mass micrin destruction, soon pasted Mark upon its frontal curvature, along with two other tiny mortified unfortunates. With an especially spirited push that seemed determined to reach as deeply into Diana’s chute as it could, Gale’s bulging cockhead punched against her cervix, instantaneously obliterating one of the three survivors liquid-cemented there in the process. Mark saw this unwitting execution happen among the blinding flares of moist flesh-rubbing shadow, but could still only lie supine and defenseless as the godly homeowner’s long-awaited climactic payoff grandly approached.

Letting out an acute desire-fueled moan that even reached the ears of the few still-alive micrins tumultuously entombed within her pussy, Diana’s insides briefly relaxed and then clenched iron-taut around her masseur’s behemoth tool for the final sprint to orgasm. By sheer luck alone, Mark and the only other micrin still pressure-adhered upon the plump crown of the giant’s dick – a woman named Ellie – were pardoned at random from the devastating power of that roaring erotic contraction. All the remaining micrins therein, at various stages at wounding from the helter-skelter melee of thrusting and pounding and twisting from the giants’ building euphoria, were killed near-immediately in that one brutal penultimate note of Diana’s arousal chorus. Caught at the middle of what felt very much like a personal apocalypse to Mark and Ellie, the last two living micrins inside the giantess rode out that flowing dam-burst of feminine secretions and dual-bodied seismic furor while plastered treacherously near to the wide slit of Gale’s penile head like an eerie cave-mouth leading into an endless underground maze.

Mark and Ellie instinctively joined hands, clinging to the terrain of the giant’s genitals now sopping in his partner’s nectar, and almost-solely due to that adhesive blanketing of liquid that so stuffily tacked them down, the pair once more evaded death as Gale pulled out of Diana, without plummeting to their doom or being left behind in the squishy nether void. Before they knew it, the masseur – who still had yet to finish – brought his erect pillar low over his client’s body, ascending swiftly past her hips and stomach, and abruptly nestled his meaty oil-slathered length straight into the embrace of her pillowy cleavage. Yet again they were imprisoned from all sides by immovable flesh-toned ecosystems of powerful physiques belonging to entities who could kill them, knowingly or unknowingly, with the smallest of movements. Gale’s shaft remained mountain-hard, and Diana’s generous chest seemed from their subhuman vantage to puffily expand toward planetary proportions. Especially after having to watch so many of their increasingly-extinguished species slaughtered all over the house, and then right inside the all-too-knowing giantess’s malevolent cooch, Mark’s spirits were lower than ever. What was the point of even trying to go on now, when the ruin of the micrins seemed so certain, with or without the existence of cruel-intentioned gods to determine their fates?

“Don’t give up,” Ellie whispered.

“W-What?” Mark gasped, pulled from his surrendering reverie, as the pair were held side-by-side in the tenuous crevice between the titans’ shaft and bosom.

“I said don’t give up,” the woman repeated, and against all odds, managed a heartwarming smile. “Please.”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, hating to think that this other micrin’s final memory alive would likely be of his own pessimistic defeat. “It’s just… we came so far. W-Went through so much. And… now-”

“I know,” Ellie sagely reassured, still gripping Mark’s hand. “We have suffered, and all may seem lost. But so long as some of us remain, and we believe that there can still be a future for us, then there is hope. I don’t just think this. I know this. Do you believe me?”

Even though nothing about their current circumstances seemed to support Ellie’s borderline-delusional idealism, Mark was so struck by her unkillable out-of-place determination and strangely sweet calm that when he nodded “yes” in reply, he wasn’t even lying to make her feel better. Perhaps it was crazy to simply accept such upbeat wisdom as possible while the world was about to collapse around them, or rather the bodies of two horned-up colossi, but they’d made it this far. To glumly capitulate to the end while he still drew breath would be doing a disservice to the multitudes of micrins who’d already lost their lives in their once-hopeful new promised land of Diana’s home. Mark owed it to them to keep fighting, even now.

“Good,” Ellie comfortingly answered. “Then let’s get out of here. Are you with me?”

“Yes, I-”

Neither micrin could get another word out before Diana clasped the outlying contours of her bust in either palm and mashed them enthusiastically together. The same halting body-bending lawlessness of before resumed with a fiery passion, with Gale thrusting again and the giantess clapping and jostling and fondling her cushiony tits around his shaft as if to smother it. Through the blur, Mark could just make out Diana’s lips parting far beyond, and only seductively widening her gaped-open maw the closer the giant’s cock protruded out of her cleavage. As if she meant to take it all the way within. Both micrins, though too subdued to speak or even scream, held onto one another for as long as they could, but it soon became clear that their immortal optimism wouldn’t let them outmuscle deific forces strong enough to exterminate half their remaining species in the course of a single fuck.

The last that Mark saw of Ellie, she was tossed over the broadening slit of Gale’s member just in time to be hit with a volcanic blow-out of cum and soar far out of sight on its deadly splurging tide. That payload of the giant’s seed audibly impacted and painted an abstract splatter on the midnight-black headboard of Diana’s bed, instantly executing the lovely-souled micrin dreamer. There was no time for Mark to devote even an exhale to mourning her, however, as another two missile-spurts of the masseur’s spunk were fired from that terrifying slit, and now, there was no escaping the gravitational pull. In one life-altering blink of an eye, he was absorbed into the sticky oil-interwoven mess of Gale’s pleasure juices and cannonballed directly into the eagerly awaiting abyss of Diana’s mouth. That cum-shot didn’t hurtle straight down the giantess’s throat, but rather splashed and stuck upon her palate, whereupon Mark was granted a surreal final glimpse of outer-world sunlight silhouetted by the dangling dripping stalactites of drool-sopped semen as it descended from her teeth and upper lip. Empty of all hope, dismay, and even thoughts now, whether or not that was a courtesy of Ellie’s admirable philosophy or simply a product of the shock, the little micrin savored those last gasps of a view to this mortal coil. But only up until the giant’s orgasmic rapture was completed, and his astronomic hostess – happily galvanized now by the total success of her ritualistic ploy to show these puny invaders her absolute dominion over them through a disturbing and powerfully aphrodisiac act – sealed her lips to heavily swallow that gratifying liquid reward, and Mark right along with it.

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THE END (for now)