Brobdingnagian birthday chapter 36 - Lets sail! part 2

Bobbing their way through the perilous waters of Long stream, Ralph and the crew must try their best to remain unseen by wandering Brobdingnagians. But will they succeed?

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Tisha's legs rustled through the high grass as her hand yanked her partner along like a leashed dog.
"Remind me to take a raincheck the next time you prompt me into doing something stupid again," Adeline complained as she let herself be guided – somewhat forcefully – by her lover through a meadow that was scarcely visible in the dark night. "This thing better be worth my mother's wrath."
"Here is something worth your mother's wrath," Tisha said and passionately planted her luscious lips on Adeline's mouth before she was able to retort with some verbal comment.
Tisha gave an inner grin of triumph as she heard an almost indistinct moan of joy coming from her lover. Her hand meandered its way beneath Adeline's skirt to steal a quick touch from Adeline's well-sculpted thigh. Her fingers fiddled a swift period the area near Adeline's vulva – which ignited even a more lustful and louder moan – before she released her and yanked her lover along to proceed their nightly journey.
"You're cruel!" Adeline fumed, angry as her body was just about to come in the mood.

"Only when I'm not going to finish it," Tisha sang in glee and pulled her lover along as they wrestled through a wooded area until they reached a clearing.

Adeline gasped as her eyes fell on an idyllic sight of a small stripe of beach – brilliantly lit by a silvery full-moonlighted hue – adjacent to the soothing of a rippling river.
“Pretty romantic, right?” Tisha smiled and gave a little squeeze in Adeline's hand.

"Where did you found this place?" Adeline said in awe.

Tisha shrugged, "It's not a big deal, really. Many know this place. Only a few speak about it."
Tisha threw some empty beer cans away, laying in the sand, opened the bag hanging on her shoulder, pulled out a large blanket, and sprawled it out.
She positioned herself on the blanket and threw out her most tantalizing look aimed at Adeline. She rolled her eyes when the latter did not even notice it and was still looking all awe-struck at the nightly ambiance around them.

"You're going to keep drenching your eyes with that view like a parched vagina or you gonna let me feast on your lips instead?" Tisha said dryly.

Adeline's eyes moved her way, staring back at her with pity, "Aw, is someone feeling a bit excluded here? I was just warming up for the main course, you know." She lowered on all fours and crawled Tisha's way.
Their bodies grasped one another, clenched tightly in a passionate entanglement as their lips yearned to devour each other's faces and their hands groped about to taste the juiciness of curves and uncovered skin.

Ralph
Ralph answered Stan's amused countenance with a deep scowl before he took another long gulp with a face which looked sourer than a fully ripened lemon. They received a reprimanding stare from a patrolling sailor as Ralph's throat resisted heavily on the bud-light, and Stan treated him on a loud cackled laughter.

"The stomach, son. Be gentle to your virgin stomach there," Stan chuckled as Ralph took another long sip ─ finishing the bottle. He burped and threw the bottle over the railing to splash in the river. "You know, it might be smart to preserve at least a little bit of soberness in that thick skull of yours."

"Spare me your empty lessons and get me another one." Ralph stared out in the dark night as the ships were sailing through Brobdingnagian territory ─ stealthily, with dimmed lights and whispery voices.

Stan tapped him on the back and walked off.
It seemed like ages ago whereby Ralph frequented his younger brother's ears with reproaching words about his customary habit of elbow bending when the sun hadn't even reached his highest point on the day.

I might as well drink water instead. Ralph thought.

This killer-booze did not seem to be able to repress the disturbing images in his head anyway. Ralph closed his eyes and saw a vivid movie playing in his head of a monstrous act carried out by a mere woman – an incomprehensible large woman ─ as she annihilated a whole city with a leisurely step of her high heel.
Sophie Wilkins was her name he had learned. Not a very monstrous name. She did not look like one too. She had the appearance of a mere person – a positively beautiful person – only innumerable times larger.

Such power these Brobdingnagians have.

Ralph had argued evenings full with his father about these beings, had made a mockery of the shivering awe he had for them as his words ascended these monsters to a deified station. Ralph knew better now, though. Nothing could have prepared him for the wrath this feminine Brobdingnagian unleashed upon their country that day. Their airforce was not even worthy of her attention as her fine legs strode by and brought down a good chunk of their planes with a simple swing of her feet. Those who managed to evade her were cut up in a strong current due to a massively scaled air displacement – and spiraled down like maple copters. After this event, it was easier for Ralph to believe that his people once suffered greatly under the cruel rule of a juvenile named Mackenzie. Even a single Brobdingnagian could pose a serious threat to an entire lilliputian nation. And here he was, traveling willfully through Brobdingnagian territory. If they failed to stay unaware, it could mean the end for all of them.
Ralph leaped up as a splash was heard somewhere in the water.

"Just a freakin fish," Ralph chuckled faintly and reprimanded himself for getting startled so easily.
He quickly pushed away the scaring thought of what types of monstrous fish there could be swimming about in these Brobdingnagian waters.
His comrades – most of which are KIA during the battle against Sophie – always admired him for his steady nerves even during boiling point in the heat of battle. Nowadays, however, Ralph was starting to see scary shadows everywhere. He was always on edge. Surviving among giants for months had taken its toll on his mental health.
He knows war. He always had. He knows the taste of battle-adrenaline like an infant knows the taste of milk sucked from his mother's tit. Fighting against his own people was predictable. Fighting against the humans even was. You could win or lose, no matter how slim the odds. And you could always resort to a retreat, to a fallback, or to go on the lam when things got really dicey for your health.
Encountering a Brobdingnagian however, rose this struggle for survival to a whole new level. It was like fighting against fate itself.
You could struggle, you could squirm, or you could wishing them all burned. If fate decided your path, you would eventually slide down the hole she concocted for you. Rather you chose to swim along with it or not. This also felt the same when facing a Brobdingnagian.
Ralph leaped up again when the unhealthy sound of Stan clearing his throat cut through the silent air.

"Kind of high-strung, are you?" Stan said. Ralph saw his friend ambling up to him over the deck, carrying fresh bottles.

Ralph's hand swooshed through the air, "Give me that." He grabbed one and took a deep gulp. Stan grabbed his arm to steady him when Ralph almost lost his footing. Seemed like the first bottle was finally kicking in.

"You know what? I'll take that." Stan took the bottle back from Ralph and took a long sip, "Failed teetotal." he whispered under his breath after whipping his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

"How much further is it?" Ralph groaned while massaging his temples.

"We should arrive there at the crack of dawn, which is approximate," Stan looked at his watch, "around five hours of sailing still."
"Where are you heading?" Stan asked as Ralph was about to walk off.

"Downstairs looking for a place to get some sleep."

"Good idea. I will find you when we get there." Stan tapped him on the shoulder.

Ralph was about to get inside when he heard several voices gasping in shock. It was not very crowded on deck at this time of the night. But the people he saw were all looking in the same direction.

He followed their gaze.
"Good heavenly lord, aid us all." He preached. A thing he had never done in his atheistic life. His eyes were glued to the sight unfolding in front of them. As the ship bobbed slowly past a soaring obstacle - which looked like a lively huge rock - a most disturbing panorama came gradually more visible. Two pairs of massively huge feet, legs, naked. Then two torso's ─ in a horizontal position and silhouetted in the dark night ─ stacked upon each other as they were doing things to each other not suitable for children's eyes.

Great, freakin Brob youngsters having their way with each other.

He could also see various other lilliputian ships laying here and there on the beach, almost glowing beneath the silvery moonlight ─ some of them were heavily dented or in unrecognizable pieces. Probably played with and tossed away when boredom broke in. He did not even dare to think about the large number of bodies that had to be dotted about in large numbers on that beach.

That can be us in mere moments. Ralph shuddered with fear.

"Those girls are totally merged with each other," Stan said as he ambled up to Ralph – gawking at the monumental scene filling their background with intense curiosity. "we should be able to sneak past them without being noticed."

A long husky moan rumbled through the air as they saw the silhouetted Brobdingnagian on top, all tied up with her head between the legs of the other – presumably indulging her with her tongue.

"Ah, yes… mmm… yes… don't stop… uuh… more. Give me all… mmm… so good... uuuuuhh." The Brob girl panted heavier and with gradually shorter intervals.

Ralph looked away with disgust. "Are you actually enjoying this?" he asked Stan as he saw him gawking like a juvenile virgin seeing a girl naked for the first time in his life.

"I can't say I ain't." Stan grinned with his crooked teeth.

Heavy trembles were felt ─ even on the ship ─ as the Brob girl slammed an arm down in the sand, clutching several wrecked lilliputian ships, pulverizing it with unnatural force to an inexplicable pulp as she was nearing her moment of climax.
Then her eyes shot open and pierced straight in their direction. A glare of curiosity seeped in her look as the moonlight gave her pretty countenance an eerie sight.