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Futa, sex chapter, mini-gts, seduction, bbw, hourglass figure, masturbation, fantasy, romance, love triangle, muscle growth, size worship, size difference, growth appreciation, harem scene, teasing
All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!
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Lyanne caught herself staring at parts of her tent... again. Her eyes followed the sun's slow descend through the fabric, desperately wishing it would just disappear behind the hill already.
"It won't go down faster if you keep looking at it," Gunjon said and unscrewed another wine bottle with his teeth.
"Well, maybe that's part of the prophecy as well," the knight sighed. "Making hours feel like days."
"And here I thought I made for decent company," her former squire said, softly shaking his bottle with its goodness sploshing within.
"Do not play that card on me. It is just... all this stuff about magic..." Lyanne said and saw his beard rise to a grimace. "Imagine we told our chaps back home about prophecies and spirits."
"Would have made for a good laugh for sure," Gunjon scoffed and took a sip. "But they already thought we were crazy when we left Ä«gland. So, who gives a shit?"
"That's true," Lyanne said and hesitantly grabbed the bottle offered to her. "Did you ever think we end up here after leaving? Living this sort of life?"
"Honestly? I was sure we would be back within a year," the blonde islander chuckled and Lyanne joined in. "You sure you don't want a drink?"
"No. I think I had enough," Lyanne said and once more peered at the sun again, fully convinced that fucking thing slowed down just to mock her. "I do not want to cloud my senses any further."
"Pocket bread down the hatch then?" he asked and pulled chunks of bread from his sleeves.
"Pocket bread? That's something I have not heard since the 'long hunger'. Someone's still living in the past," Lyanne mocked with a wink.
"Well, that makes two of us then. I still keep my pockets stocked and you still keep your head up for seagulls."
The mere mention of those twisted creatures filled Lyanne with shivers.
"Guess we have not changed that much then, huh?" the knight said, her fingers tapping against the table like a drum.
"Why change what was never broken?" Gunjon said and claimed the bottle before adding in a caring tone. "Nervous?"
Lyanne would rarely offer any insight into her feelings, even more so that easily. But if not her most trusted and longest standing companion, who else would ever get to see that side of her?
"Aye... more than just a bit," Lyanne sighed and knew it was only a matter of time before his smug grin emerged.
"I thought you would've fucked enough fat-assed nobility by now to no longer fear laying with a woman."
"Fuck you!" Lyanne laughed back. "Well... most of them were noble only in name. Syn... she is noble... far beyond any titles."
"Sounds like your heart is in on this one, not only your dick."
As always, Gunjon's way around words was as sharp as a harpoon and equally as aimed to go under the skin, but usually that was exactly what Lyanne needed to hear.
"Aye... it really is. I think she might be the one, you know. I hope she is," Lyanne said so soft, she wasn't sure he even heard her.
"Then you should be excited rather than nervous. Don't you think?"
"I should..." Lyanne kept blushing and eventually remembered the main problem at hand. "But now there are prophecies, spirits and who knows what. It was complicated enough before, let alone with that sort of crap."
"You still don't believe it?" he asked mid hearty bite. "Even after what happened to Fel?"
"No," Lyanne said sternly at first and shook her head the longer she thought about it. "Not so sure, but maybe I just do not want to start believing in such things."
"Think of it that way. Worst case you end up shagging Syn and nothing happens. Best case... well... there would be even more of her somehow hiding behind barrels and bushes. Sounds not too bad if you ask me," he said, earning a chuckle from Lyanne.
"Yeah... not too bad," she said and started smirking. "Sounds like someone finally came around to appreciating the thickness in a woman?"
"I'm getting there," Gunjon laughed and lifted the bottle for a silent salute. "But I will never take it to the same extreme as you. Although Syn isn't THAT big. Who knows for how long though."
Lyanne felt the encroaching shadow swallow her, as the sun at last sank behind the hill. And her heart immediately started thumping faster than before her first tournament.
"Guess it is time to find out," Lyanne said as she rose to her full height, looking down at Gunjon's once lavish, now pitiful mane. "Thanks for the wine... and the distraction."
He only nodded and held up the bottle, which Lyanne grabbed for one last gulp, just to ease her nerves somehow.
"Do me a favour," he said, now also on his feet. "Try keeping it down. I can't have all our boys run around with boners all day. Again. They are fucking useless if no blood reaches their brains."
Lyanne playfully smacked his shoulder and left them both grinning.
"No promises," she giggled before taking a deep breath, straightening her elegant robe, and looking at him with questioning eyes. "How do I look?"
"Shiver me timbers, what do you want me to say? Like a dainty princess?" Gunjon mocked in a simply horrible fake aristocratic accent and smacked Lyanne's rock-solid arm too. "Get your lean ass over there and take her already."
She couldn't have said it any better.
Lyanne made sure to outlast the last few rays of sunshine during her wait before Syn's tent.
"Alright, Lyanne, you got this. You are a knight for fucks sake," she told herself and took a deep breath before entering, pretending her heart wasn't about to burst out of her chest.
While she was eaten alive by anticipation all day, Syn must not have endured the same torment. Judging by the state of her tent, with books scattered all over, the half-elf must have been completely drowned in her research ... and probably already forgot about their arrangement.
Only a patch of brown hair stuck out from behind a wall of books and parchment, sweeping over all over Syn's massive table, accompanied by the half-elf's excited gasps and the scribbling of her feather.
Lyanne looked at Syn for some time while her presence still went unnoticed. She didn't expect her desperate enthusiasm to be shared by her commander, but a bit of excitement would have been greatly appreciated.
She cleared her throat eventually.
"Oh... you are here already," Syn said, her head now sticking out like a marmot's from its burrow. "Sorry. I did not hear you come in."
"Yeah... I am here," Lyanne said and come closer until that lewd, ancient book come into view. "You look like you were busy. Any breakthroughs in your studies?"
Syn frowned, sensing the annoyed undertone in that question, and closed the book before putting her avalanche of paper aside at last.
"Quite a few actually," she said cryptically.
Syn looked like how Lyanne imagined any stereotypical librarian from the old towns. The sort that preferred nothing more than relishing in the comfort of her books on a rainy day, wrapped in her warm coat and accompanied by the crackling of her fireplace. And like someone who chose academical solitude over pursuing her lust.
"Great. So uhm... should I come later... or do you still want ...me to stay," Lyanne muttered.
"By all means stay, Lyanne," the half-elf said in good spirit, rose from her seat and proved she also found time to prepare for a night of pleasure not just a day of learning.
She had a plethora of fancy dresses to choose from, but Lyanne could hardly remember anything this revealing and tightly cut. The green, silk dress was basically glued to Syn's lavish figure, cupping every last bit of her impressive curves without hiding even an inch.
"Of course, if you still want to stay the night with me," Syn said seductively and began her voyage around the huge table, her hips swaying wide and inviting.
"I..." Lyanne gulped audibly and couldn't resist her eyes being drawn to that perfectly plump, mouthwatering set of breasts almost spilling out. "I... do."
From the day they met, Lyanne always knew Syn as an accomplished seductress. She often used her charms, not only her intellect, to land contracts way beyond their means... especially in the beginning. Lyanne often wondered how Syn entranced those noble Lords and Ladies with her wit, and her figure. But even in her wettest dreams, she would have never imagined herself being in their place and be witness to her seduction.
"I am glad you are here, Lyanne," Syn said caringly, one hand on her waist, basically ordering Lyanne's eyes to wander.
"You are? I mean... I am... glad you are," Lyanne muttered, her bulge already thickening in earnest. "Uhm... anything we need... to consider ... before... we do this?"
"No. Everything is safe," Syn grinned and stepped closer. "As a matter of fact, our safety is guaranteed."
"What do you mean?" Lyanne asked, her green eyes sown to Syn's swaying figure.
"Eyes up," Syn grinned softly but clearly enjoyed the attention. "According to the book, you, me and Fel are literally incapable of harming each other in our lust. No matter how much size we choose to grant us... or our endowments."
"We... grant us? You say you..."
"I made Fel grow the way she did. Naturally I had no real control over it, but she was clearly shaped ... to my liking. Like you will shape me to your preferences. The book made this abundantly clear," Syn said without any doubts.
