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Futa, fantasy, growth chapter, romance, light-hearted, growth appreciation, muscle growth, fmg focus, teasing, public nudity, size praise, banter, masturbation, hourglass figure, rapid growth, hourglass expansion, cock growth, excessive ejaculation, feat of strength, size comparison
All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!
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"Boooring," Fel yawned.
Lyanne couldn't agree more, but the dread of their imminent demise did a decent job keeping her occupied and let her flame run colder.
"Truly devastating to hear this dungeon isn't to your liking, Fel," Lyanne said. "We better make sure to let them know before we leave."
"Heh!" the orc chuckled. "You bet."
The human's eyes darted to her left, to Syn still cowering on her knees, unmoving like a statue.
"Please tell me you got a plan to get us out."
Syn looked besides herself since her father left. She didn't speak a word and again this time merely shook her head.
"That really is it then, huh?" Lyanne sighed and stretched. "This is how we die. Great."
Strangely she neither felt too distraught or defiant about this realisation. Maybe a bit deflated, too empty to fight against it, but far from what she expected her final hours to be like.
"By those little shits?" Fel laughed. "I want to see them try."
"Not everyone is a ten-foot orc with skin thicker than most blades, Fel," Lyanne smirked. "But don't you think they can't get you too."
"How?"
"I don't know. They could just leave you to rot. No food, no water. Can't see your size help with that," she shrugged. "Or maybe they just stick some burning rod up your ass and make it quick. Who knows."
Fel hummed, her bushy eyebrows raised while she thought about that vivid imagery for a bit.
"I choose the rod then," the orc said eventually. "I always wanted to die with something up my ass."
Lyanne broke a smile that blossomed into a chuckle. Only Fel could ever think of something this stupidly hilarious. Or hilariously stupid.
"Then at least one of us has something fun to look forward to," Lyanne whispered.
"Do not be afraid, Lyanne," Fel said caringly.
"Afraid? No, I'm not afraid of death," Lyanne answered. "But that doesn't mean I didn't plan on seeing a few more winters. Or die with my sword in hand."
"Yes. At a huge battle. The best way to go."
Both warriors smirked, imagining that glorious last stand they always envisioned for themselves.
That proved a surprisingly calming, empowering thought.
"I'm sorry it has come to this. I should've never led you two here," Syn broke the silence with a whisper. "This should've been my journey alone, not yours."
Fel tilted her huge green head with curiosity and Lyanne also couldn't find it in herself to feel disheartened either.
"Have you forgotten about the prophecy? We are all connected. Where you go, we all go," Fel grinned.
Fel might be a rather clumsy wordsmith, but sometimes she simply hit the nail right on the head.
"Aye. Besides, I guess it's also quite neat to share your last night with your friends. Not many are this lucky," Lyanne added.
The half-elf stared at them in disbelief, clearly unprepared for that sort of answer.
"You ... don't hate me?" she asked perplexed.
Both warriors chuckled after exchanging a cheeky gaze.
"I am not sure," Fel teased. "What do you say, Lyanne? Are we mad yet?"
"Mmh... not quite," Lyanne added with the same cheeky grin. "Maybe she has to try a bit harder."
"I really don't deserve you two," Syn said smirking, her eyes filled with genuine warmth and gratitude.
It was only right to finally give back some of the warmth Syn provided to them for all this time, without ever asking or wishing anything in return.
"No chains, no bars, our final night, how would you spend it?" the half elf asked after visibly drawing new strength.
"Oh boy. I can think of something," Fel said.
"Someone is thinking about that, how did you call it? 'Triad thingy'" Lyanne chuckled.
The gigantic orc laughed so heartily her green softness spilled out between her chains.
Watching Fel's enormity, in so many regards, left her two comrades staring.
"That would have been amazing. Without a doubt," Syn said eventually.
"Aye," Lyanne joined in.
Fel gladly allowed her two friends to stare, especially certain parts of her, for quite some time before she answered.
"We will do that. Nobody dies tonight."
"I dig the optimism, Fel. But how can you be so sure?" Lyanne asked.
The orc stretched, her muscles bulging and her tusks flaring as she smiled towards the ceiling.
"Because the spirits watch over us."
For the first time in ages did Lyanne feel envy over someone else's unwavering belief.
"They better think of something quick then, or else that prophecy is very short-lived," Lyanne said.
"Maybe they are just waiting for something?" the orc asked innocently.
"Like what?"
The giant of an orc shrugged but never stopped smirking.
"Only they know. But I bet everything is okay. You will see."
Lyanne merely shook her head, deciding not to challenge Fel's belief when Syn shot up next to her.
"What did you just say?" she asked.
"You will see?" Fel frowned.
"Before that!"
There was urgency in Syn's voice now, her eyes burning.
"Maybe the spirits are just waiting?" Fel asked innocently.
"That! What could they be waiting for?" the half elf said and looked around in a hurry.
"Someone's got an idea," Lyanne grinned. "Tell us."
