Psylocke Vol 2 Ch 10: Night Of Gulliverian Passion! Pt 1

(Tristan)

I lay back on the massive pillow, sinking into its softness. My heart was pounding so hard, I swore she could hear it. Grace stood over me, towering like a living mountain, her figure casting a shadow that swallowed me whole. Her eyes locked onto mine, that familiar smirk tugging at her lips. God, I was sweating. It felt like my entire body was covered in it.

Every breath I took felt shallow, my nerves shot as l watched her smile widen. My hands trembled a little, trying to grip the fabric beneath me, but it was useless. I was small, so ridiculously small compared to her. And she knew it.

"Why are you so scared?" she asked, her voice low and teasing as she leaned down. Her face got closer, and closer, until her lips were just inches away from me, those soft, flesh-covered pillows that could easily cover my whole body.

And then-without warning-she kissed me.

The sensation was overwhelming. Her lips, warm and plush, pressed against my chest, covering me completely. I felt the softness of her flesh, the way it caressed every inch of me, almost swallowing me whole. Her lips were like warm waves, flowing over my body with every kiss, gentle yet overpowering at the same time. I could feel her breath on me, each exhale making my skin tingle, while the heat of her body surrounded me, pulling me deeper into this strange, overwhelming feeling.

"Just relax..." she whispered, her breath washing over me again, sending a shiver down my spine. "And just enjoy yourself."

Her lips pressed into me again, and I could barely think. The sensation of her flesh enveloping me was... insane. It was soft but firm, and each kiss seemed to pull me in, making it harder to focus, harder to resist. My body was reacting before my mind could catch up, and I hated how much I wanted her to keep going.

But as her kisses continued, my mind started to wander. I couldn't help but think back to the old days-when Grace and I were just kids. She was only a year older than me, but back then, she seemed so innocent. She used to be shy, always blushing whenever we played together. I'd never imagined back then that the same girl who used to fidget with her hair nervously would one day be towering over me like this, kissing me with that hungry look in her eyes.

I glanced up at her face. The Grace I knew back then was gone. This wasn't the same innocent girl I grew up with. Now, she looked more like a predator, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sharp and focused on me like I was her prey. There was no shyness in her now-only desire. It was terrifying and... weirdly thrilling all at once.

"Grace," I managed to stammer out between her kisses, though my voice sounded weaker than I wanted it to.

There was no shyness in her now-only desire. It was terrifying and... weirdly thrilling all at once.

"Grace," I managed to stammer out between her kisses, though my voice sounded weaker than I wanted it to.

She didn't respond. Instead, she just puckered up again and planted another kiss on me, her lips enveloping me completely.

I groaned, half in frustration, half in... well, something else. It felt like I was being smothered in the softest, most overwhelming way possible. Her lips were relentless, and each time they touched me, I felt like I was sinking deeper into this strange mix of nervousness and... okay, fine, lust.

Grace's fingers moved with that effortless strength, reaching down and grabbing hold of my clothes. I barely had time to react before I heard the tearing sound. It was like a piece of paper being shredded in the wind. My shirt? Gone. Pants? Gone. Everything I had on? Gone in an instant.

I just stood there, dumbfounded, looking up at her.

"I loved those clothes," I thought, the only thing I could focus on as I stood there, completely exposed. Grace, however, didn't seem to care. She licked her lips, her eyes narrowing as she stared down at me, and for a second, I wondered if she was even thinking rationally anymore. There was something primal in her gaze, something that made me question if she was still the same Grace I knew.

Her hand came down again, this time palm up, resting softly on the bed. Her tone was surprisingly calm when she spoke next.

"Will you climb on?" she asked, and that almost threw me off more than anything else. The playful hunger was still in her eyes, but her voice sounded... normal. Almost gentle. It didn't fit with the chaos of the last few minutes, and it definitely didn't fit with how freaked out l was.

I blinked, slowly nodding my head before even realizing I was doing it. I couldn't tell if this was the worst or best decision I'd made all day, but here we were.

I took a step forward, feeling like an ant next to her massive fingers. Her skin was warm, with those giant prints creating grooves and ridges like some kind of natural climbing wall. I placed my hands on them, using the indentations to haul myself up into her palm, which felt like a weird kind of bed itself-soft but firm, like I was climbing onto some high-end luxury mattress. Her skin shifted beneath me as l clambered onto her hand, but she held perfectly still, watching me the entire time.

Once I was settled, she lifted me up toward her face with such smoothness that I almost forgot how high we were moving. Almost. When her face loomed closer, I had to grab onto her thumb like it was my lifeline, clinging to it with everything I had. I wasn't about to take a tumble from this height.

Grace smiled down at me, but it wasn't the same playful, teasing smile she'd worn earlier. This one was softer, calmer. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes still focused on me, but there was something different now-something that made my heart skip a beat.

She slowly laid back on the bed, lowering her head until she was staring at me from only a few feet away. To her, it probably didn't feel like much, but to me? I was practically clinging for dear life to her thumb as her body shifted and settled.

I glanced up at her face, her massive eyes looking down at me with a strange mix of curiosity and affection. Her expression had softened, but it was still intimidating as hell.

"So... uh... now what?" I muttered under my breath, though I doubt she heard me. My mind raced with a million questions, and not a single answer.