Brobdingnagian tales - Battle for Sophie's thighs part 3

Sophie’s fingers were drained from blood, all pale white when she clenched her left hand in simmering arousal onto the bed’s edge. Poking the middle finger from her other hand in the spongy depths of her vagina, Sophie's gasps of elation became deeper and more frequent when she gifted her clitoral hood with a velvety touch.
She closed her eyes in delightful ecstasy and tried to bring up a lively image of the thousands of speck-sized warriors, fighting a meaningless battle on the surface of her most intimate region, while threatening drips of warm body fluids flooded their way to engorge them all.
She imagined her middle finger, all basted in honeyed juices scraped from the inner walls of her vagina, to soar high from the lilli's perspective, motioning up and down gingerly, while Sophie pleasured herself.
 

“Sacrifice…” Sophie gasped. She was almost unable to wheeze it out between the heavy panting. “sacrifice your lives… for my hot… silky body...”
 

She brought up her hand and groped the inner part of her left thigh, admiring its sculpted curve and unblemished sun-tanned skin. Prying through the slits of her squinted eyes, Sophie saw the two lilliputian cities crested on her legs like coasters.
Sophie focused on their difference in size in comparison with the rest of her legs. She was like a landscape to these beings.
This notification made her all the hornier. The time it took for them to trudge over one of her limbs to reach the area of her vulva was insanely long. Sophie could easily relish in a slumbering nap before their destination was reached. 

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General Cassad took a long glance through his binocular to watch the fray unfold from a save distance, while fiddling his monocle. The roared bombing of war-tanks blasting at each other was increasing now when both armies collided and traded blows, back and forth.
Cassad knew that his army outnumbered General Dagon’s flock with four to one. He did hold in mind the supremacy of their S56 tanks compared to his light weight leopard tanks. He noticed their vanguard, advancing rapidly, pushing a deep cut in Cassad's main force. And with the main body of S56 tanks following suit, Cassad saw with disturbance what effect this tactic had on his troops. 

“He’s aiming to disorganize your men with a full-scale push right through the middle." one of Cassad's high-ranking officers concluded. “its utter suicide.” he snorted with contempt in his voice. “If they keep maintaining this course it won't be long before the flood of lubrication will swallow them his

“I strongly suggest we reassemble our scattered troops to cut off their infantry in the rear, leaving them as canon fodder for our armored units to deal with.” 

General Cassad fiddled again with his monocle, like he was contemplating his major’s suggestion. His hand then rummaged in a pouch dangling from his belt. He grumbled some words of frustration under his breath when he pulled out a sugary doughnut. He took a bite and started speaking; 

“And what do you propose we do about their main body of tanks, major? They are cutting a swath through my formations as we speak” he asked, while smacking loudly on the sugary powdered doughnut. 

“Let them push. In the meantime, we let our artillery retreat from battle to move to a safer spot and focus firepower on their exposed infantry. They will be forced to aid them if they don't want to run out of their supplies. Giving us chance to counter them in the rear.” 

“And what about my doughnuts?” General Cassad asked. 

“Im sorry sir, you're what?” the major frowned.

“My doughnuts major… you did not mention them. What should I do about them?” 

The major clasped a finger around his tight collar, clenching his jaw before speaking, “I-I don’t think I understand, sir.” 

General Cassad looked him in the eyes, expressionless. He stuffed the last piece of doughnut in his mouth, smacking unabashed and resumed speaking, with his mouth still full. “This was the last piece of doughnut major, and you know how I love doughnuts, especially the ones topped with salted caramel. Why didn't we bring more?”
 

General Cassad looked at his major, waiting for an answer. He got only treated by a look of discomfort and averting eyes when he scanned all of his other officers too. In the meantime, the thundering explosions reverberated still in the far distance. The bloody battle continued, battering Sophie's pubic area with blasting tank shells. After some moments, General Cassad gave a deep sigh and looked up at the auburn-haired woman on whose body they were fighting on. He saw that her hair was wildly entangled in a morning hairdo, with one lock of hair draped over her moaning face, making her immaculate countenance even more inflaming. Her monstrous huge bosom rose up and down, responding on her frantic panting when she pleasured herself with a finger drenching in her moisty slit. General Cassad's extensive scan of Sophie's body halted when he reached one of her massive pink nipples. He remained watching them all transfixed when he added; 

“there is only one thing I crave more than doughnuts.” He said and lowered his pants, including underwear. He clenched his hard ironed shaft and started to masturbate. “Yes…” he gasped, “you’re so in control… my goddess… I do everything you say…” General Cassad plunged upon his knees and dipped his head in bowing reverence. He never stopped working his shaft, kept uttering words of appraisal about Sophie. 

“Ahum…” his major began, attempting to get the general's attention. “s-sir? What are your orders?”
 

Cassad merely continued his intimate work-out, kept jack hammering his dick, like he was in private. 

His major looked about with uncertainty at his colleague officers, who just shrugged at him. He was about to say something when General Cassad was already ahead of him and started speaking, “Give the artillery orders to unleash an unending barrage on their main body of S56 tanks.” Cassad said between exhausted gasps. He never stopped looking at Sophie while speaking. 

“But sir, our own troops are still scrambled there! An attack like that will lead to major casualties among our own men!” he major said. He had to wait for another long moment before he finally received a reply from his general, who suddenly seized drilling his dick and looked him in the eyes, seriously. 

“Tell me major, do you think any of these men your speaking of carry a sugared doughnut with them?” 

General Cassad asked all earnestly. The major found it a challenge to look at his kneeled general while ignoring his still stiffened shaft, dangling there in his glittering glory. 

“I-I don’t believe so, sir “ he answered. 

“And which intervention will guarantee a swift advance towards the smooth right leg of the Goddess, and with it, a free raze of another city. Yours or mine?” 

“Uhm.. yours… sir.” 

“indeed major, indeed. Which makes me wonder why you're questioning my order. Are you a spy?” 

“S-sir?!” the major reacted with bulging eyes. 

“Come.” General Cassad beckoned, “All of you. Drop your pants and pay homage with me to the most divine of all, for we all belong to her.” 

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Sophie was relishing. Eyes closed, with her middle finger stimulating her clit, rubbing it gently along its thousands of nerve endings to peak her arousal. Combined with the explosive barrage from the lilli’s dotting her most southern erogenous area was a guaranteed recipe for moaning indulgence. But it wasn't enough. Sophie opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a lively large purple dildo, with a nice curved shape, designed to hit her spot perfectly. Sophie removed her shirt and started by making circular motions around her areola, stiffening her pink cherries rock solid. Moaning deeply, Sophie used the finger of her other hand to stimulate her spongy clit. When she felt ready to take things up a notch, Sophie dipped the dildo’s domed end in her lubricated slit, drenching it just enough so its glans was all covered and sticky with cunt-juice. With an evil smirk on her face, Sophie lowered its tip to the hundreds of lilli tanks who were fighting a meaningless war on the outskirts of her vulva. Dozens of tanks were glued to her dildo, getting sucked up by her own produced feminine juices. Gliding the tip over her clit, Sophie shoved the dildo forth in her hot slit, like a slithery sword in a flooded shaft. A drenching sound was heard when Sophie jostled the dildo deeper to stuff the nano-tanks away in the dark depths of her body.
She rooted some with the dildo to find the right spot where it felt most sensitive and worked her clit with a drenchy finger.
Until this point, Sophie had managed to keep her body still, especially her lower part, to prevent sudden movement, which could cause damage to the lilliputians and their cities teeming her body. She was now starting to meander like a cat in the heat, feeling the storm of a climax approaching. Sophie felt the need to lay in a more comfortable position. She repositioned her legs in a wider angle and pushed her head in the pillow when she ramped up her dildo workout, moaning loudly. The Lilliputian cities cresting on her thighs lopsided dangerously when Sophie kept meandering and widening her legs, causing buildings to topple all over each other. When satisfaction came, Sophie pulled up her knees and was twitching uncontrollable while creating a carnal scream of pleasure. She reached out a hand and clutched one of the cities, which she smeared all over her naked pale spheres. Grabbing the other city, Sophie smashed it against her wet labia, which lips were still vibrating in an after-shock from her climax.
After that, she drifted off in a nice long after-sex nap.