Little King (9)

The guard stepped into the throne room with his head bowed. His armour rattled as he walked, his helmet under one arm, and the other held palm facing up. He approached the pair of thrones on the back wall, as the doors were shut behind him by two of his colleagues. He hurriedly crossed the long hall to the impatient looking woman in the purple gown.

‘What is this? Queen Elenor demanded of the guard.

‘Your grace, this … thing claims to be an emissary from the Methesian Empire,’ the guard said, holding the figure up for her to see.

Elenor looked down her nose at the little human, dressed in some kind go robe with a metal breastplate. His arms seemed to be okay, but the robe covering his legs was a mess of blood and gore. Pain was plastered across the little creature’s face.

‘Where did you find this … thing?’ she asked.

‘It was … one of the peasants stepped on it,’ the guard explained.

‘How drole,’ the Queen chuckled, ‘Hand him to me, and then be gone.’

The guard did as he was told, dropping the man into the waiting palm of the woman and taking his leave. Elenor wasted no time in closing her fist around the tiny man, curling her fingers around him so that only his head poked out of her hand. She gave him a little squeeze, to get his attention, before raising him to eye level.

‘And what is the meaning of this visit?’ she asked cooly.

‘Please,’ the man begged, ‘I need a healer. My legs …’

‘Are unimportant,’ the Queen interrupted, ‘Now, explain why you are here, or you will suffer a worse fate than losing your legs, insect.’

‘Queen Aaliyah demands an urgent meeting with your King,’ the emissary groaned, his arms starting to ache from Elenor’s unforgiving grip.

‘And why does your queen think that she has the power to demand anything?’ Elenor asked, punctuating her question with a bone-cracking squeeze. The man cried out as his right arm snapped in the giantess’s grip, but he knew better than to fail in his mission. There were worse fates than death when one was only an inch tall.

‘Queen Aaliyah has sent many of my brothers to try to arrange this meeting,’ he explained, ‘But none of them have returned to announce their success.’

‘This is the first I have heard of your Queen,’ Elenor shrugged, ‘And I’m not interested.’

She didn’t give the man a chance to protest, clenching her fist and watching his little body explode in her palm. His head rolled to the side as his liquified corpse oozed out from between her fingers.

‘Girl! Wipe this insect from my fingers,’ Elenor called, and Merica emerged from behind her throne to do her bidding. The blonde held her hand out to the side for her servant to wash and wipe, and pondered the nerve of such a tiny thing speaking so directly to her. She had heard of the Methesian Empire, but they had always been a far away threat, with many kingdoms between them to buffer the danger. She wondered what her husband would make of the new. She also wondered what had happened these alleged emissaries that had been sent before.

***

Emilina cried out in pain as the giantess pinched her up off the ground, the steering agony in her shoulder causing tears to stream down her face. She glared in a mix of fear and hatred at Christine’s surprised expression. The blonde took one look at the bug and realised that she had been a little too rough. She had the slight concern that this would not go down well with her father, or Johnathan’s if the anyone told him. She could still hear the boy moaning with pleasure, and felt his sex against her ass, and a marvellous idea popped into her head. She clasped the terrified girl in one palm and popped to her feet, gaining a grunt of joy from Johnathan as she pushed off of his lap.

Not missing a beat, the girl spun around and dropped to her knees, the cold of the stone seeping up through her dress and onto her legs.

‘I think you are almost ready to burst,’ she giggled, girlishly, untying Johnathan’s trousers.

‘What are you …’ he started, but gasped as his pants were slid down and his penis popped out, expanding as it escaped the confines of his clothes.

‘Hush, let me make you happy,’ Christine sang, and the boy shut his eyes, leaning back as his cock hardened at the mere sound of her sultry words. The girl reached out and wrapped her fingers around his member and Johnathan would have climaxed had she not squeezed him hard enough to stop him. What he didn’t notices, was the tiny, struggling body of his cousin, pressed against his hot, throbbing flesh.

Emilina’s scream was lost in the giant’s meaty penis, and she felt every pulse of blood as it rushed to swell his sex. She was pinned against him, but the giantess wasn’t squeezing hard enough to hurt her. Suddenly, she felt herself being slid up along the towering shaft, and then back down. The helpless girl started to cry as she realised what she was being used for.

‘Are you ready to finish, my lord?’ Christine asked demurely, stroking his cock with the pathetic bug and watching him love every second of it. He could barely speak as he gasped in ecstasy, but he managed to nod.

‘Then finish for me,’ she whispered, her breath washing over his crotch before she withdrew her face from his proximity. She pushed her hand up the length of his cock one last time and brought the tiny woman right to the tip. Emilina was beyond hopeless, as she shot up to the tip of the giant’s penis, finding her upper body curled over the exposed meatus that was rumbling against her.

She opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but he voice was drowned out by a loud moan from the giant. At the same time, a hot jet of thick, white semen erupted from the hole just before her and covered Emilina in its sticky wave. She shrieked as Johnathan’s cum covered her body and seeped into her mouth, clogging her nose and mouth as it coagulated rapidly. The stream seemed to keep coming as burst after burst of the gooey mess washed over her and began to drip down the giantess’s hand. The tiny girl was no longer thinking about her dislocated shoulder, as she slowly drowned in man’s juices.

Christine withdrew her hand, slightly grossed out by the mess, but also loving the excitement. She stood up and walked over to a fetch a cloth to wipe her hand. She had did so, she watched the penis seem to drain of its strength and collapse onto the seat between the boy’s thighs. She also noticed the tiny body of Emilina still stuck to the underside of the shaft.

The dark-haired girl screamed as the huge cock fell on her, smothering her beneath its girth as it continued to pour our cum over her face. She struggled to clear it from her face with her working arm, but was losing the fight to get to air. Johnathan glanced down at his dick as he felt her pathetic struggles and he almost passed out as he caught sight of her body. He reached down and carefully peeled her off of his still discharging penis, his own eyes tearing up as he realise what he had done.

‘Oh my goodness …’ he gasped, as he held the tiny girl in his palm, covered in his semen and gasping for air, not moving one of her arms, ‘I’m so sorry.’

Christine smirked as she dropped the handkerchief after cleaning her hand. At least now she knew that Johnathan wouldn’t dare mention what had happened to his cousin, as it would mean having to explain hwo her had climaxed all over her.

The boy looked up at Christine as if for some explanation, of why she had done this to his cousin, to him. But as Johnathan looked at the coquettish smirk on her face, he knew that he couldn’t help but be in love with her, desiring her more carnally than he could explain. Her twisted, sadistic game somehow only fed into his lust for her … and she knew it.

***

Rhancar felt a sudden gust of cold air as the Queen rose from her seat. The tiny boy had been stuck under her pussy for the entire morning, soaking in her hot, sticky vaginal fluids. He remained stuck to her flesh as she stood, stretching her legs. She was still in deep thought about the tiny emissary, but she suddenly felt the tiny form of Rhancar move against her as he tried to suck in as much air as he could before she sat down again. She snapped her fingers and her servant girl appeared.

‘Bring the little pest out,’ Elenor ordered, and Mercia dropped to her knees, crawling under the skirts of the Queen and raising her head to her crotch. The terrified girl could smell the woman’s sex, but took a little comfort in how overpowering the musk must have been for the shrunken boy. She carefully lowered her panties and contained her smile as she saw Rhancar’s tiny body stuck to the Queen’s pussy. Mercia reached out and gently plucked him free, his exhausted, sticky body coming free with ease.

‘Careful, girl,’ the Queen warned, ‘Or you shall be forced to finish what you have started.’

Mercia shuddered beneath her skirt at the thought of having to serve the Queen in such way … again. She replaced her panties and scurried out from under the skirt, not standing before she raised her hands to present the tiny boy to the giantess.

‘You should count yourself lucky that I have grown bored of you,’ Elenor smirked at the boy, smiling wickedly down at him. She stood up, her huge figure towering over both him and the emaciated Merica’s curled up form.

‘Clean this insect, then find some appropriate place for it to suffer today,’ the Queen commanded as she started down the steps to leave. Mercia remained bowed until the Queen had gone, then stood up, wanting so badly to close her fist around the pathetic little figure she held, but not wanting to get more of the Queen’s vaginal sweat and juices on her hands that she already had. She hurried out of the room through a back door and went to the kitchens to find a bucket.

She finally located one and kneeled, shoving her hand with the wretched little creature into the cool liquid. Rhancar gasped, but was truthfully glad to have the musk of the sadistic giantess washed from his skin. He patiently bore his punishment as the servant girl dunked him and and out of the water, making a vague effort to clean him, more for her benefit than his.

After a few dunks, Mercia was starting to enjoy the panicked gasps that the puny man made when she drowned him and then brought him back up. She was so enthralled in her game, that she didn’t notice the silence that fell over the kitchen, as steps approached her from behind.