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The Giantess Amulet

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Threeby

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“Phew, that was a tough one!"

Jester practically bounced out of the dungeon, although just how she still had energy after all of that was not something that Beau could quite understand. The cave mouth yawned behind her and Beau staggered out, her hair a mess, though it was usually scraped back in a high ponytail. It had come wavy from her exertion in the cave and she scowled tiredly, hardly able to quirk her lips to complete the expression, though it was one that did not take much effort at all.

The blue-skinned Tiefling, however, did not seem to grow tired at all. A little shorter than Beau, she wore long, flowing skirts built up in many layers into a dress, though it was not the sort of thing that one, typically, wore into a dungeon. It suited her abilities perfectly, however, considering that the sweep of the skirts concealed the true path of her body as she wielded her lollipop, an unusual and highly effective spiritual weapon, and more, cloaking her effectively in battle. She did too prefer striking from a distance though, whenever possible, even if she was more than cheerfully confident in her own abilities. It was hard not to find that after a rougher start in life than what many may have had but such was the way of those who were, quite literally, born to adventure.

Beau was not a Tiefling and did not bear the same, elegant horns as Jester as a human, though her eyes admired the curve of them nonetheless. Her skin glowed with a golden-brown hue, although had grown darker still with a tan during the summer months, many of their adventures together taking them across the plains. Her attire left her midriff exposed for increased range of motion and the hard set to her jaw distracted from her sweeping, high cheekbones. Beau was an opponent to be reckoned with and more than one foe, in the past, had underestimated her, much to their detriment. Her thigh-high boots were perhaps more protective than decorative, however, regardless of how they tended to be worn in the more built-up cities, her trousers wound with magic so that they would never affect or restrict her flexibility in the slightest. Of course, her powers remained ever at the ready, crackling and sparking off, though those nuances could not be seen by the naked eye.

“Yes…" She tried to catch her breath but a smile pulled more insistently at her lips, her attention on Jester. “It's… Oh, to hell with it…"

Maybe it was the wrong time but it was one of those instances where Beau could never be quite sure if there was a right time and the rosy blush in Jester's cheeks right then and there was too much for her heart. The words dangled off the tip of her tongue as Jester turned to her, eyes alight with innocence, and yet they would not come forth, Beau frowning and tucking the amulet that she'd found, the one that was destined for Jester, back into her pocket.

“Let's go cool off," she said instead, regaining her usual calm and in control attitude, the one that she had practised for so many years by that point. “There's a lake nearby and I'll make sure there's nothing lurking in there before we go in."

Jester giggled and bounced, tipping up onto her toes as her tail, with the slightly spade-shaped tip, wiggled cutely.

“Sounds great!"

There was no need to be eloquent between friends and that at least had bought Beau a little time, though she didn't quite know where to keep the amulet when they dived into the lake. Of course, clothes suitable for retaining one's modesty while swimming were not something that adventurers usually took along with them and skinny dipping was most certainly the order of the day when it came to things between Jester and Beau. Even though she had seen Jester nude before, Beau's eyes were apt to wander, hungry for more, leaving their clothes and belongings on a rock where there was nowhere to hide around, out in the open, the best for them to keep an eye on while they cooled off some.

What she did not know was that the Tiefling, ducking under the surface of the water and swimming like a fish, had eyes for her too. Of course, Jester did not quite yet know what the butterflies in her stomach meant but, oh well – they felt nice anyway! It was a simple way to look at things with a lack of understanding behind it but there was more still in the world for the Tiefling to experience and that in itself was not a bad thing. As a powerful adventurer of the cleric class, her bubbly smile hid a lot. If one had taken a moment to look at her as an opponent, of course, they would have found her light muscle tone, how her body held it all so very efficiently, how her hair was cropped short about her shoulders too just so that it would not get in the way. As pretty as she was with her dots of freckles, there was a practicality to her too that had been borne from her younger days, as an adult, in the brothel, earning a living and learning just what the pleasures of the body were all about.

The one thing that had been left off there, however, had been where the heart came into play. But that was something that Jester was going to find out one day. Perhaps sooner than she thought.

Beau swallowed hard, eyes darting to the Tiefling's tail as it poked above the surface of the water, Jester pretending that it was a snake. Maybe at another moment Beau would have swatted it away or laughed at it but, even then, all she could do was freeze, stomach tying itself into knots.

Just do it.

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I can't.

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Why not?

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Yet she did not have that answer for herself, thoughts pinging back and forth inside her head, chasing the tail of every one that had gone before. Just like she chased the tail of the adorable Tiefling, though she probably would not fall so low as to, quite literally, chase after her. Beau had standards of her own, after all, yet no one could tell just what they were capable of or how far they were willing to bend their own iron-clad rules until that sweetness of love beckoned them forth.

They were both new to opening up in their own ways but Beau's excitement grew, the knots of worry softening in her stomach. She could just give her the amulet and see how she reacted to that, she reasoned to herself. There was very little reason or her not to like the amulet but she could see how things went first, yes, that was a good idea, a very good idea.

“Hang on here!"

Beau smiled as she swam back to shore and was back in a moment with the amulet in her hand, tucked into the palm where Jester could not see what she was holding. The Tiefling's brow furrowed cutely and it was overly obvious when she tipped her head to the side, what with the horns that went along with her and all.

“What have you got there?"

The amulet already had a chain attached to it but, belatedly, Beau wished that she'd either uncovered or purchased a fine, gold one to go along with it. It would have made the piece something special, though she'd already thought it was something special, something special enough, of course, to be able to give Jester. Her thoughts jumbled together, piling on top of one another for precedence that they were not due, and the woman gulped, accidentally swallowing a mouthful of water as she floundered.

“Oh – Beau!"

And then the very much naked Tiefling was there, trying to support her, striving to tow her back to shore, yet Beau resisted, her cheeks hot and crawling with a blush that seeped down her neck. She tried to brush it away with her fingers but the amulet was in her hand still, thankfully, and she simply did not have the dexterity to do all at the same time, the sunshine sparkling down in the late afternoon and the day was not getting any younger either.

She took a deep breath – one not filled with water that time. Could she do it? Would she do it? There was only one way to tell.

Jester fussed with her, trying to take her more gently by the arm to get her back to shore, though the woman, she should have known already, was not one to be forced. A little on the proud and stubborn side in some ways, she refused assistance, sculling back a little closer to the reeds that afforded them some privacy, though the water gleaming on her face shone alluringly. Jester paused there, her chin just barely above the surface of the water, the shape of the woman before her blurred and shifting beneath the surface. There was something there, something more, her heart pulling for Beau, even though she had seen so many nude bodies in her life that it was no longer any surprise to her at all to see one there and then.

“Beau, come on," she said, a giggle bursting forth as her bubbliness rejuvenated itself, never far away for very long. “You must be so tired after the dungeon! Let's get our clothes and see if we can make it to the tavern before dark. We can get a room at the inn, settle in for the night. You'll be more rested in a few days, I'm sure."

Ah, that was so very Jester: always trying to look after everyone else. Beau smiled faintly, her decision made in that moment. Like some others that rushed and fussed about trying to help everyone and everything, Jester was careful and thoughtful about the help that she offered – therefore, one could rest assured that it was of a higher quality than anything that anyone else could offer. And that she was still so concerned about her when her bones too had to have been aching from crawling through that long tunnel, the one where they'd had to laugh and exchange tiny stories, snippet stories, just to convince one another that they were going to get out of the dark to the other side. Adventuring, of course, came with pitfalls as much as it did excitement, but they had gotten through everything so far simply because they had each other by their side.

Why would Beau want to do anything to break that? She licked her lips, eyes dropping ever so slightly shyly. No… No, she wanted to nurture it, foster it, bring it into a new light of being. There was more between them, she had to think, that was yet to be explored, and she had never been one to turn down an adventure. So, why let her nerves get the better of her then?

“I got this for you," she said simply, not needing elegance or eloquence on her side to convey all that she needed to. “I knew it would suit you."

The heavy gold could have been too much but the round amulet was off-set by tiny rubies set into an intricate pattern that seemed to spiral as one stared at it. Jester gasped, eyes wide, as the chain of it was fastened at the back of her neck, Beau's breasts brushing hers as she swam in close. That in itself was not something unusual to Jester but she didn't quite know why the act of that alone sent her stomach into somersaults, almost as if her body was trying to tell her something. Yet she was too enraptured by the gift of the amulet to realise too that there was something more at play there, soft sounds that she barely remembered making escaping her lips.

“Oh… It's beautiful!" Jester could not help but exclaim, though it was a difficult order indeed to stay afloat and give the amulet the due attention it deserved too at the same time. “Thank you – you found this in the dungeon? And you're giving it me? Why?"

Alas, she did not understand what the jitteriness in her stomach was, too innocent in the ways of love while lust was too common to her. It was for her to learn in time and yet Beau swallowed hard, fidgeting even in the water and appearing, in a way, as if she wanted to be somewhere else, even as she, as boldly as she could, took Jester's hand in her own. Linking their fingers together, Beau called on every last bit of daring in her soul and tightened her grip, lest she lose her too soon.

“I've really liked you for a long time," Beau said, striving to pace her words out normally even though the beat of her frantically pounding heart chased them on. “Would…" Oh, it was harder than she had even though it would be to do, now that the words had begun and there was no backing out of it. “Would you…like to go on a date with me sometime?"

Jester's eyes sparkled and she would have clasped her hands to her breast bone if she had not been pre-occupied sculling to keep herself afloat, though, in that moment, it was a wonder that she did not float away from the pure joy blossoming up through her heart. It warmed her through and through, right down to even the tips of her toes, and she kicked without thinking, propelling her body in closer to Beau's, closing what little distance there had been between them.

Some things, she didn't have to think about. Like how she grabbed Beau's face between her hands and kissed her deeply, their lips touching for the first time. It was out of the blue and entirely impulsive but no other two things could have summed Jester up so purely, her heart pounding, Beau's leaping out at her too as their bodies pressed together. There could have been something more sexual about that moment but the innocence and purity of the kiss too could not be denied. There was a softness behind it and, after a moment of complete shock, which was to be expected, Beau kissed her back, her fingers finding the damp slickness of Jester's hair and drawing her in closer.

Of course, wet hair was not the kindest thing to grab but Beau, delirious and giddy with delight that things had not gone as terribly as her mind had told her that they could go, tried to twist her fingers into it nonetheless. Sinking lightly in the water, Jester gave over to her natural buoyancy for a moment to reposition the woman's hands on her horns instead, a giggle, as always seemed to be proper for her, on her lips. There was not much time for even those breathless giggles, however, to be shared, when there was such joy to be had between them, the kiss coming together again and washing all other thoughts from their minds.

In that moment, nothing else existed for either of them in the whole world, their recent adventurer, even, forgotten. Such was the way of love, Jester still yet to learn, though she would have the best teacher in Beau, a little more experienced even if that meant too that she had had her heart broken once upon a time also. That was not for that time, however, and she leaned hungrily into the kiss, deepening it, her lips parting so very softly to allow the tease of Jester's tongue into her mouth.

By the gods – the Tiefling could kiss! Beau's head spun, heavier than ever, wanting to sink, wanting to fall, but there was nowhere to go except for the deeper, inkier depths of the lake pulling them down. They could not sink when there was love to be had in life and the dizzying glee of it all had to be kept in check still as they kissed furiously, passionately, quite as if they were making up for lost time. But never again would the woman and the Tiefling find that they were short on time with one another, now that everything was out in the open. Secrets rarely were held for good reasons and fear of being rejected could never be considered any kind of reason to hold in attraction. Maybe that was something that Beau was yet to learn but, especially for her, things were coming up just as she'd dreamed they would.

Jester's hand snaked around her waist, pulling her in by her hip, and the blush that seared into life across Beau's cheeks and neck, even seeming to manage to heat up her ears, was anything but demure.

But they had to get out of the lake first for that…

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Jester, of course, adored the amulet and refused to even change the chain, proudly proclaiming (though there was no one else there to hear them) that she could not possibly change it when it was Beau, her lovely Beau, who had given it to her. It was inherently wrong of her to change a gift like that in any way and thus the amulet had hung around her neck ever since. Of course, only a little time passed before the weight of it and the rather thick chain became more obvious, drawing her down even as something about her seemed…bigger.

No, no… Jester shook it off, even as she eyed up her breasts by the spring that she had spent the night beside, with Beau of course. Beau lay on their sleeping mat, now shared, with a bare shoulder exposed, for they had not seen any need to don clothes again after enjoying one another's bodies the previous night, their first time together. With her dress bundled up softly, ready to be put on, she peered down at her chest, rocking her body first one way and then the other, trying to see just what it was that was different down there. For things seemed out of sorts, filling out her dress more when she finally pulled it down, her hips wider, buttocks larger, yet nothing in any way that she could outright see. Yet any woman knew their own bodies and could tell when something was not quite right even if they could not quite put their finger on it. In that instance, Jester was most certainly no different.

“This can't be right…"

It didn't make sense as she tried to tug the dress into place, to get it down that extra couple of inches so that it was of its usual length. But there was something wrong there too as her body did not quite seem to fit the dress anymore, rather than the dress not fitting her, coming up short over her ankle-length boots, the ones that were comfortable and eye-catching for adventuring. Those were ones that Beau had teased her about before and, in a way, Jester had continued right on wearing them just to get the comments off her, the communication between them, back then, growing day by day.

She smiled faintly. Maybe it was not such a bad thing if those boots were on show. She'd pick up some more clothes when they went into town.

There were less adventurous things to be done in town, of course, the cobbled streets beckoning horses in harness with their carriages rattling behind, those of higher classes riding within them. The Tiefling had once ridden a horse but not quite found it to her liking, which was just why she preferred adventuring on foot, finding that she could cover more advanced and interesting terrain in that way. A horse, after all, could not follow her down into tight tunnels or raft down rivers and may have to be abandoned when it came to dungeons. It would surely be an obscene expense to buy a new one every time!

Yet the tailor didn't seem to be able to let her dress out enough down there to cover her either and she didn't understand, taking a room at one of the inns that night with Beau. There had been a raised eyebrow when a room with just the one bed had been requested but opinions against their relationship and two ladies enjoying more intimate company with one another were best kept silent. Jester was hardly one to keep her mouth shut when it came to speaking up, considering her early work and the wide exposure that she'd had even back then to many sexualities and how lust played out in the regard. It was, at least in one way, something that had opened her up to knowing and understanding that “women were fun too". Sometimes, to her, it didn't need to be any more complicated than that and it came with a wry smile too.

However, the next day, she could not deny that her breasts were larger, obviously so. Even the nipples were thicker and stood out from the round of her breasts as she tried to take stock of her body. The room appeared smaller around her as she lost her sense of where her body was, where she was stepping and standing, her proprioception off. Beau tried to help her, though it was funny too, especially when her larger buttocks knocked a lantern off the table beside the bed, driving the two of them into peals of giggles.

That lantern had had to be paid for and they found somewhere else to spend their third night together, even though Jester found walking comically difficult.

“Stop laughing at me!"

Yet it was difficult for Beau to stop giggling at her, Jester bringing out that side in her, when she staggered so comically, like a child learning to walk for the first time. Her legs just seemed to go in all directions except the one that she wanted to go in, boots clumsy and too-tight on her feet, though they had not gone to a cobbler to have them adjusted. It hadn't seemed worth it when there was clearly something up and a trip to the herbalist and spell master was surely on the cards for the next day.

“Maybe you picked something up in the dungeon?"

That was Beau's suggestion but it was hard to delve into too diligently as they kissed deeply and passionately, bodies grinding up against one another as Jester had already overtaken Beau in height. It was strange to kiss Jester like that, larger and curvier, not her usual light and dainty form, yet Beau would have been an outright liar if she had said that it was not, in its own way, even hotter to her to have Jester like that. Why, even running her hands over the Tiefling's curvy form, the round of her backside plump and ready, had her hot under the collar, skin prickling with needy desire.

Beau had not been able to resist a moan and Jester was on top of her in a moment, fingers slipping inside her undergarments and delving straight into Beau's wetness. If there was one thing that Jester knew how to do, it was to please the many delights of the body and that was something that she was more than keen to do with Beau. To hear her moan, the sweetness of her name on her lover's lips, had her giggling deliriously, as lost and caught up in the moment as Beau was as if nothing at all could ever bring them down from their joint high.

Beau allowed herself to be overpowered, head swimming with the passion of it all, though it was not like her to fall so quickly. Maybe she had been simply that infatuated with Jester that everything simply came to a head so much more swiftly? Her thoughts danced as she kissed her lover, caressing her face, yet even Jester's lips had changed, larger and plumper than before. They fit around hers in such a way as to make her feel small, although not helpless, and Beau shivered deliciously as her shoulder blades pushed back and down.

Oh, how she wanted Jester but there was time for the two of them as her lover bore her down to the bed of yet another inn, fingers driving rampantly inside her. They were thicker too than they had been the first time they had had sex (was it too early to call it “making love?") and Beau shuddered as every bit of those fingers that Jester had to give disappeared inside her. There was no one quite like a woman to love and adore a woman's body and Jester giggled against Beau's lips, tongue dominating her mouth, as she worked her digits inside Beau's pussy.

“Do you like that?" She breathed, eyes alight with Tiefling mischief. “Maybe if I…"

And then Beau howled, kicking and writhing, lost in the moment as her lover thrust her straight over the edge into such a passionate orgasm that she simply had not seen it coming, could not have seen it coming. For Jester knew how to make her squirm and squeal and thrash like no one else, her need high as she was thrust into one orgasm and then another. Losing sense of time and place, there was nowhere else in the world that Beau would have wanted to be other than with Jester, coating her fingers with her juices even as those large, soft lips claimed hers.

It was a long night for the two of them, Beau squashed between Jester's thighs as she paid her sweetheart back for the first several orgasms that she'd been given. They changed positions as they pleased, sometimes Beau on the bottom under her buttocks, though Jester was always so careful not to sit too heavily on her. She had to be more cautious of her weight with such mass on her body, her heavier, larger breasts pulling down more under their weight while her buttocks begged attention. Even when she was under her, Beau could not resist groping and squeezing them, some part of her marvelling at how swiftly the changes had taken effect while the rest of her was completely and utterly consumed with lust for the Tiefling. Even in Beau's mind, she simply could not have understood how she could not lust for her, want her, yearning for her with every sordid last part of her soul. What had been broken I her had been fixed, put back together, by Jester and she more than showed her appreciation for that as her tongue delved up into Jester's pussy again and again.

The flow of Jester's juices was relentless, her lover shocking over-productive there – at least, when it came to having multiple climaxes and Beau's personal experience in women, of course. Jester had seen many at all ends of all spectrums when it came to sex and she cared not whether she was normal or abnormal, as long as a good time was to be had all round. Nothing was stopping them from adoring their bodies, even though Beau was obviously smaller than Jester by that point, her body dwarfed by the Tiefling, though maybe it was what they were doing that made her feel more and more aware of it.

It was hard to ignore but Beau was more than happy to explore, crawling up and over her partner as she admired Jester's round, heaving breasts, seeming more globe-like as they had swollen. If they were not able to find a cure for what was afflicting her, she thought hazily, maybe they would even out? There was no way to tell right then but Beau was not about to let that stop her as she suckled on her nipples, playing her tongue ever so lightly around the sensitive areola. The effect on Jester was electric as she humped and bucked her hips up, her body aching for orgasm in the arms of over drive, wanting it all, wanting more, whimpering and moaning for every last bit of it that she could possibly get.

The gleam of her saliva, left in the wake of her tongue, made Jester buck and moan all the more desperately, but it was the thrust of Beau's fingers into her already swollen and flushed pussy that sealed the deal. In but a single moment, the Tiefling's pussy squeezed down around Beau's fingers, near enough trapping them in place, and there was nothing either of them could have done to hold back from the inevitable high.

Orgasm, yet again, crashed through Jester as her lover tried to reach her lips but found that the stretch was too much for her if she was to leave her digits inside the Tiefling's pussy at the same time. There was no getting it all but Jester was still dimly aware of the sweaty warmth of Beau pressing in tightly against her, head on her breasts, nuzzling between them, kissing and nipping and even lipping so very softly wherever she went. There was nothing to be held back between them as Jester's body was duly explored, a whimper and a groan breaking the barrier of tender lips.

“Oh, Beau…"

But sleep called, luring them into a wet and exhausted mess of limbs and a tangle of hair, heads close but lips parted as if they desired the touch of one another even in sleep.

*

That second day, the amulet had only made Jester grow a couple of inches taller but the effects were soon to come thicker and faster than ever before as days three and four passed. They left the town, choosing to camp out instead as Jester could hardly get around. It was not that her body was out of proportion or anything of that matter but partly that she could barely walk steadily every day, having to work out where every bit of her body was as she grew taller and larger. Partly it was because Beau could barely keep her hands off Jester as she grew and, well, that was hardly something that Jester was about to discourage in the slightest.

Her breasts and buttocks were so large, out where they were camping, thankfully, that not even Jester's old favourite of a dress could contain them anymore. One moment they were fishing and the next there was an almighty rend and tear of fabric and the Tiefling shot upright, eyes wide and tottering.

“Beau!"

Beau rushed in to help but her attention came with an air of distraction too, if she was honest with herself, for she could not deny how much she enjoyed the show. Oh, she got plenty of the growing, swelling Jester when she was out of her clothes too but to see her so big that she bust out of her dress, well… That was more than enough to get her hot and wet between her thighs. And what better way to soothe a rather startled Jester than to bring her down, gently, to her level and kiss those large, soft lips before helping her out of the rest of the dress.

It was the start of more as Jester lost herself in orgasm after orgasm, the two of them trying to enjoy one another's bodies, the tattered shreds of the dress hanging around her, in a sixty-nine position. It would have been a new manner of kinky fun if she had not been so much bigger than Beau, the difference in their heights noticeable at that time as something that they could work with, play around with. But with her head not reaching the places that it needed to if she was to grind back on Jester's mouth at the same time, those large lips of hers offering so much soft pleasure that Beau could not resist, it did become just a little bit troublesome.

Yet it was no matter when there were other workarounds to be had, Beau panting as Jester allowed her to wriggle down the front of her body, lying on her back with Beau on top of her. Beau's legs spread around Jester's chest and the Tiefling giggled cheekily as she squeezed a thicker finger into the woman's pussy to a gasp that simply made her want to do even more.

“Ah, does that feel good?"

She teased. Of course, it felt good. She could tell that from how Beau shivered, trying to rock back against her even while she had Jester's fatter, plumper clit in her mouth at the same time. It was a delight that Beau simply could not give up, leaning hungrily into it, the scent of Jester overwhelming her. There was no musk between her thighs, perfectly clean and fresh, but there was too an alluring aroma of her juices, the tartness of them seeping through, though there was little time for Beau to enjoy them while she teased her fingers too into Jester's cunny. Two could play at that game!

The only problem there was that one of them was better at that game than the other, although Jester could turn the tables even more to her advantage if she rolled them over, sitting on top of Beau once again. It was all something that could be toyed with and pleased as they willed but the two of them were so ravenous for each other that too much that was intricate surely slipped their minds. With Jester's juices running thick and fast around her fingers, three digits plunged into her hot, wet pussy, Beau could barely contain herself, swirling her tongue around and around her lover's clit to a chorus of moans.

Jester gasped, a bubble of giddy glee lingering behind even that sound. There was nothing to hold back and she cried out passionate, hips rocking and pumping up to Beau's sweet tongue, climax overwhelming her. Yet there was an awful lot of her there too to overwhelm and her bucking nearly dislodged Beau from her position on top of her, even as two thick fingers stretched out Beau's pussy too, her head spinning from the illicit, unexpected delight of it all.

Beau moaned, the soft vibrations from her lips travelling down into Jester's pussy, though there was no telling quite what an effect that had on her when she was already in the throes of bliss. All she could do was grind back and launch into her climax, a groan rising thickly up from the back of her throat, their passion scraping up the ground where they had not even managed to get to their sleeping mat for the evening of fun. It poured through her like liquid joy and Beau shuddered bodily even as her hands swept down and around Jester's thick thighs, adoring how her body had plumped out, though there was too much weight on her already to squeeze her hands under her buttocks.

That, however, Beau thought through a haze of lust, pussy twitching and pulsing minutely as her orgasm rolling on, bliss seeming to know no end in such a moment, could come later. For the night was still young as the flames leapt and danced, bringing a rise of a headier flush to their bare bodies, skin heating up further.

Jester giggled breathlessly, eyelashes fluttering as if she couldn't keep herself quite as awake as she wanted to.

“What more have you got then for me, honey?" She crooned, putting on her best “seductress" voice, although there was still a cheeky edge of cuteness to it, as was impossible for her to soothe away entirely. “That can't be all now, can it, darling?"

Of course, it was not, and when their lips connected again, the amulet weighed even more heavily around Jester's neck, moaning into the kiss as they tasted one another on the other's lips.

The night couldn't have been any more perfect.

*

Days passed and, to be fair, they forgot entirely about trying to find a cure as they spent their time tending to basic needs and more lustful ones too at the same time. Beau had found another dress of Jester's that had been stored for a time and that fitted her somewhat alright, even though it hung a good two feet shorter than it was supposed to. It still covered her breasts and her buttocks though and ensured that she could get about without exposing herself, though even that only lasted for a while.

Beau had a strap-on – sized for Jester's slightly larger and more accepting pussy – plunged into Jester's cunny, bending over her thick buttocks with a moan of delight, when the growth ramped up. Jester had easily gained a couple of feet in height by that time but even more was to come as her body rumbled and groaned, the amulet groaning as it swung about her neck. Jester could have pulled away, taken it off, yet she was too caught up in the moment, down on all fours with her elbows resting on the grass, to care, her body expanding, swelling, breasts hanging down even more heavily than before.

“Ohhh!"

She cried out as her pussy was pounded, not even realising what was happening until it was all done, explosive orgasm ripping through her, tearing her reality to shreds and putting it back together again in a new, more erotic way. It was all she wanted right then and there, all that she craved, twisting and humping and bucking so much that Beau was lifted clean off the ground by her arse. Her tail thwapped back against Beau's chest as the human gasped, struggling to ride it out as Jester gained yet another foot in height, her buttocks bulging perfectly.

That new dress that Beau had dug out for her was not to be in the moment as it ripped clean down the seams, splitting over Jester's shoulders and, noticeably, over her buttocks. Of course, it had already been pushed up to allow the two of them to have their fun (taking the dress on and off was a bit of an ordeal, which was why they had chosen not to remove it before having a little “quickie", as Jester put it) but even Jester's hips expanded, rendering the dress obsolete in but a moment. The ripping only served to heighten her orgasm as she howled out her pleasure, clawing at the ground, lost in a swathe of lust that not even she would have ever wanted to come down from.

That was the biggest and most obvious growth spurt and the glowing of the amulet directed their attention better to what was the cause of it, although Jester had insisted on another two rounds before she was completely satisfied, a sweaty Beau her prize at the end of it. Even riding that strap-on in her new, larger form was exciting, her thighs bulging with muscle and the perfect layering of fat, stronger and fitter and more lustful than she had ever been before. And that was saying something!

Eventually, however, Jester simply stopped growing. It was a little easier to walk all of a sudden and there was no more to come, although she had topped out at a good ten foot in height – maybe even a touch taller than that. There were no clothes at all left that fit her and she was forced to remain naked around the camp, though they had retreated to a more secluded patch of forest to ensure that she could be hidden. Her height caused issues there, however, needing to duck under branches that would have been of no issue to her before and even squeezing between closer-spaced tree trunks amongst the pines proving more difficult than anyone could have expected. Where there were pleasures to be had in the changes to her height and life, there were hardships too, though there was something about those difficulties that made them seem not all that troublesome at all.

Maybe it was how her breasts were able to lactate as they grew, though a little dose of magic (a spell bought from a shop in town that specialised in that sort of thing) ensured that they were not left constantly milky and dribbling. Beau curled up softly in her lap, easily able to fit after so much change, suckling at her breasts, her nipples both receiving the same treatment. There was nothing like fresh, creamy milk and there was most certainly nothing at all that could live up to what Jester's body produced as she changed, her breasts hanging heavily under the weight of all the milk inside them. Body aching with lust, the passion of it all getting the better of her, Beau only thought that it was her right and her due to make things just a little bit easier for Jester, relieving her of the pressure in them. That was what lovers were for, was it not?

“Oh…"

Yet it was Jester's moans that drove them on and, after she had helped soothe her swollen breasts, Beau was under no illusion that she would not end the night either lying under Jester's arse, eating her out, or with a strap-on buried in her pussy. It was hard for her to hold back from anything that Jester wanted to do, leaning hungrily into it just as she had the first time they'd kissed, the first time she'd tasted the thick sweetness of her lover's pussy on her lips. Pleasing her made her squirm in the strangest of ways but it was something that Beau still wanted to push on through, to learn more about, seeking out pleasures and experiences that had never before been opened to her.

Milk trickled down her chin and Beau moaned lusciously as she nibbled faintly at Jester's nibbles to a chorus of squeals. Even that play was enough to get Jester huffing and panting, breasts rolling with every breath, though she was not one to play fair when she had tricks at her disposal. If they had been on the hands of a normal Tiefling or human, one may have considered her fingers “sausage-like" but they were as delicate and as dextrous as they had ever been, only larger. She could only fit one or maybe two of them into Beau's pussy comfortably after such a big change in her body, even though that was more than enough.

One thing that neither of them could say, however, as they settled down after a long, passionate session, bones aching as if they had just fought their way through a dungeon instead, was that size most certainly did matter. It mattered in the best of ways, the ways that coaxed moan after moan forth while feminine bodies shivered in arcs of delight. Beau's whimpers still rang in Jester's ears after she had taken her with a strap-on, the much smaller Beau snuggling into her side, under her arm, though the size difference between them had ceased to be comical.

“So…" Jester chuckled softly, shaking her head, the amulet in her hands. “I guess this is it then."

Beau blinked up at her, taking a moment to come back to full comprehension of reality, head still pleasantly fuzzy after orgasm. What were they talking about again?

“Oh? Yes… The amulet. It started all of this, didn't it? And we were still looking for a cure…"

Beau frowned. Was that something even they wanted anymore? It had fallen by the wayside and yet it still seemed quite as if something that they should have been putting more weight on than they actually were.

“Well…" Jester said sheepishly, turning the amulet over her in hands before the fire on that night – the twenty-sixth night since she had worn the amulet for the first time. “At least we know now what it does. Do you think there's anything to be done about this?"

That was the question that Beau had been dreading, even though she had been the one to prompt it. To lose Jester's gorgeous, new body, standing tall and powerful with curves in all the right places and an arse to die for… Why, to her, that felt as if it would have been a sin in itself. Beau swallowed softly and shook her head, the firelight glancing off her lover's bare breasts, the jiggling rounds of them begging her attention as they tugged down lightly and beautifully under their own weight.

“No…" Beau breathed. “I think you're perfect just the way you are."

That night could only end in one way and it turned out that they didn't even need the fire to keep them warm that night as they heat they generated between their passionate bodies was more than enough. Still, the tickle of Jester's large lips on her breasts as she pleased her partner too was exquisite in a way that Beau could never have imagined before being with the true “mini giantess". She could not be considered a giant, of course, for she was not that tall, but there was a deviation in the species at play there too, something that would set them apart and bring them together for as long as it pleased them to do so.

It was more of a turn-on for Beau than she realised to have her Jester be so tall, though she would have of course been with her lover even if she had stayed at her normal, petite size. It was just something new and something that, strangely so, suited them rather well. She could show her love for Jester in other ways too, even if the “L-word" had not been said yet, for it was too early, even though such feelings had been building and building for far longer than they had been officially together. There was cloth to be bought even though there were no clothes at any tailor that would suit a mini-giantess and Beau professed her domestic skills in how she fashioned a blouse for Jester, even if it exposed her midriff a little. It was better, in the summer months, to look and feel comfortable, Beau reasoned with that one, and not only because she'd both run out of fabric but enjoyed very much seeing as much of Jester's skin as possible, even if it may have only been a sliver there.

Trousers or a skirt, however… Now, those were a shade more difficult when it came to the rise of her backside. Even with all the fabric that Beau had bought with the best negotiation skills at her disposal, they didn't seem to have quite enough to cover her arse without bodging and stitching different, contrasting, fabrics together. The trousers cut across Jester's calves and the two of them dissolved into fits of genuine and despairing giggles at the fact that they did not even reach her hips, exposing a good section of Jester's buttocks and the upper curve of them. The line between her rear cheeks was all on show, even though she was wearing the biggest pair of underwear (they must have been for some fetish thing, judging by the look Beau had gotten in the store when purchasing them for a ridiculously high price) to cover all that she could of her dignity and modesty. Sadly, there didn't seem to be all that much of either remaining, much to Jester's bubbling chagrin.

“I may… I may…" Jester's giggles barely allowed her to get the words out as they warbled forth. “I may as well not be wearing any clothes!"

Whereas that may have been true, it was indeed a look that Beau appreciated very much – to the point that even Jester had to tease her lightly and accuse her of deliberately not buying enough fabric to complete the job. An obligatory “big butt" joke had to come into play there and only ended in Beau dashing away with a smirk on her lips, a squealing, bouncing Jester chasing her at full pelt. Alas, although she had much longer legs than Beau, she still was not as quick or as light on her feet as she used to be, rendering her clumsier in a chase than she may have liked to be.

That feeling of where her body was, however, would come in time and there was a little fitness to be gleaned too, though that would all come in time. It was easier, for the time being, to ignore “little" problems like Jester's clothes when they would not be in public all that much anyway and, well, Jester would have been genuinely comfortable enough naked. It was only a little more protection for her, something to ensure that she felt quite like her old self and did not lose who she was as a mini-giantess. Changes, of course, could bring about abrupt shifts in a person that they may not have otherwise have expected and that was one thing, at least, that Beau could endeavour to assist her with.

Jester, however, was more than obliging to her lover too, allowing Beau to ride on her buttocks, which rounded out so thickly and fully that they left a nice “shelf" for a woman as normal-sized as Beau to perch on. It had been a joke at first for Jester to scramble up there when they were as fully-dressed as Jester was going to guess, but it had been oddly comfortable (erotic too) to rest there, letting her legs dangle.

Beau swallowed a groan, trying not to show Jester too much how it turned her on. It was a strange lust to have, to want to sink her fingers into and press her body against that roundly luscious backside over and over again as if there was nothing else in the world that could possibly grab her attention anymore. To say that Jester's arse dominated her attention would have been an understatement as it was the first part of her that Beau went too when eroticism was at play, the firelight of an evening showing just how their bodies came together. They were less and less shy in that regard about where and how they took their play and fun together, for they were more than sure that anyone that found them camping out there in the wilds would be more than put off by the prospect of fighting a giantess. In that way, Jester was more than able to protect her sweetheart too, though only a single band of robbers (nothing that would have been a threat to them even before) had had to be sent packing, forcing them, unduly, to move camp as a precaution.

They had more than enough coin to see them through for a while, their adventures rendering rewards, of course, which they had all stored carefully. The two ladies liked to think and say that they were a little cannier and more thoughtful than male adventurers (to cover those, of course, that were not of the human species) when it came to money as it was, undoubtedly, still the currency of the world. Where there was a bounty on a dangerous creature that needed to be captured or killed there was always money at play, changing hands, missions to be completed, rescues that came with rewards. Even what could be done with the glory of the quest itself in hand lured them in with the promise of treasure and, truly, there was little that would have put them off treasure hunting whether there was any manner of danger involved or not. Maybe even Jester could find Beau something pretty to go with her style there too?

But sleeping and relaxing together, well, that was brought them together the most and developed the part of their relationship that, of course, had never been tended to as friends. Sex seemed to be the order of the day, Jester as hungry for it as Beau had been, although, to be fair, she had been just a little starved of it beforehand. She had been more than used to having her needs met before turning to a life of adventures for something new and different, something to keep her flitting, fleeting attention, but there was much to be said for moaning in ecstasy too.

And it was oddly arousing to let Beau drink her milk too, what Jester ate changing the flavour of it. She had known before that her nipples were sensitive but she had never quite imagined just how sensitive they could become, even more so, as her lover kissed and nibbled at them, using her teeth and lips in new and wonderful ways all in the name of giving pleasure. A lap of a tongue left a sheen of saliva behind, cooling quickly in the firelight, and Jester grunted softly in the back of her throat, hips rocking where Beau sat in her lap, completely naked.

Beau could have spent all day adoring Jester's breasts, how the soft warmth of them, larger than her entire chest and torso, demanded attention – just like her buttocks. There was so much more of her to enjoy that Beau hardly knew where to go at any given time, although she did languish on Jester's breasts, kissing and suckling, letting that thickening flow of sweeter milk flood her mouth. All she could do was gulp and gulp again, her need rising, a hand between her thighs that did not belong to her as another finger pushed deeply up into her sex.

“Mm, you're so ready…"

Jester moaned, yet could not resist the pleasure of teasing Beau, if only for a little while. There was so much for them to enjoy that it was hard to pick only one thing, pushing her fingers deep, a second joining the first. Beau wriggled and squirmed back on them, pleasure overwhelming, but Jester already knew just how to keep her on the edge for as long as she wanted, all for their shared delight.

Still… That pussy begged more attention.

Disengaging Beau from her breasts, Jester murmured, fetching the strap-on toy harness that they had constructed out of leather. Of course, it was much larger than the one that Beau had used on her earlier but the toy to go in it was smaller, more suited to Beau's size as she shuddered bodily, nipping at the inside of her cheek to supress a heady groan that surprised even her.

Giggling, Jester bounced a little, the fake-shaft in the harness wobbling lightly, tempting and teasing with the pleasures it could provide.

“This one's a little smaller for you", Jester teased with a wink, though the glint in her eye spoke volumes as to how much she was looking forward to it. “But you can take the big one if you like, hon…"

Beau shook her head but Jester was already pushing her back, squashing her down with her body as she gently but firmly made Beau part her legs. There was no saying “no" to Jester and neither did Beau want to deny her, shivering with anticipation as her legs spread around her lover obligingly. She could not wrap them up and around Jester but she could make sure that she had easy access to her cunny as the strap-on teased inside, drawing moan after moan from her lips.

It was well-lubricated but that almost was not any of Beau's concern anymore as Jester pinned her with her body. The domination was a flicker of delight rising forth at the most unexpected of times but Jester was not to worry about something like that, not when Beau moaned so sweetly from her. Her breasts squashed around Beau's face, muffling those delightful moans some, yet the pleasure was yet to come as her girlfriend's pussy was filled with just the right size shaft.

“Oh…"

Jester groaned too, pressing her breasts down more insistently around Beau's face, demanding attention, yet the gentle lap of Beau's tongue, trying to find her nipples in the soft shade of darkness, could have been missed. The Tiefling's hips pumped and worked to fill her, grinding the toy inside the harness back onto her clit, pant after needy pant breaking her lips. She needed it as much as Beau did but, as was so often the case, there was no time for words in the throes of passion, lust getting the better of them when all was allowed and nothing was denied.

Pumping her lover full, it was hardly any effort at all for Jester to rock her hips, having gained better control over her body, her legs straight back behind her, for she did not need to kneel when Beau was so much smaller than her. It was not all that big of a size difference in the grand scheme of things but it was still certainly enough to make the two of them get creative, working out different ways to love one another and explore each other's bodies. Still, the basics of it all were quite the same.

It was all to be shared, every last bit of their passion, and Beau cried out over and over again as Jester thrust, ploughing into her so deliciously that it was all she could do to retain control over herself. But maybe that simply was not for her, not when she was so submissively pinned under Jester's body, the Tiefling's tail flicking back and forth with each one of her many strokes. She had so much to offer and there was a cheeky, dominant thrill to be had too as she overpowered her partner, driving in as hard and as fast as she knew Beau wanted, taking her cues from her. Her lust drove her on too as she grunted and groaned, need rising in the back of her mind, though there was a passion also to be claimed in the delirium of true ecstasy.

It was so much, too much, for the both of them, the Tiefling grunting thickly in the back of her throat as she powered in over and over again. Her tail slipped around, twisting around the very base of the strap-on toy for just a little bit of extra leverage, slamming in with greater force, grinding in over and over. She groaned thickly but what she was more concerned with were the moans of her partner, Beau's hips trying to rise to meet her even as the twist of Jester's tail around the toy meant that she controlled it all completely and utterly. Yet it was that elusive yet delightful high that was to be claimed, heat thrumming through as Jester caught her breath in a half-strangled moan.

They climaxed together, crying out and twisting in passion, barely aware of what their bodies were doing in the heat of the moment. Yet the moment was for them and them alone as Beau squeezed Jester's milky breasts, the soft, warm orbs heralding the dribbling of more of her luxuriously sweet cream than ever before. She was just about to lock her lips around a nipple while her orgasm pulsed on, dizzyingly powerful, and yet Beau knew too that she was right where she wanted to be as Jester crushed her lightly and dominantly to the ground under the weight of her breasts.

One round was not to be enough for the night and, at the end of it all, Jester fell asleep with her head between Beau's thighs, the taste of her sweetheart on her lips, which were stretched into a wide, goofy grin. Her juices drooled from her pussy, devoid of strap-on and toy for the time being, but there was still so much more for the two of them to explore that they could not hope to possibly tease into every last little thing all at once.

But that was the beauty of a relationship. There was no rush.

In sleep, Beau whimpered and moaned, lips slightly parted.

That was what being together was all about.

*

“What are you doing?"

Beau climbed up on Jester's arse to get a better look, though that didn't mean that she could see over her shoulder even in that position. Sitting on a sturdy log, the Tiefling was hunched off with a cheeky smirk on her face that promised trouble, leaving Beau very much hoping that it was the right kind of trouble as she pressed up behind her lover. Her breasts had grown larger through drinking Jester's milk (the hormones in the milk, perhaps?) and neither of them was all that much concerned about finding a cure for what the amulet had done to Jester, the Tiefling still as much of a mini giantess as she had been for a couple of months by that time.

“Nothing..."

Of course, that was a lie as Jester turned, pretending to hide what she was doing, although the overly small sketchbook and pencil in her hands were difficult to hide. Not that she was trying to do all that good a job of it, the pencil slipping between her much thicker fingers, for she had not yet been able to find one that better suited her size. But what was in the sketchbook was a surprise indeed – rather lewd sketches indeed!

“Oh..."

Beau grinned, poking Jester to turn the page, which only had the effect of sending her lover into a peal of giggles, eyelashes fluttering in a little bit of a failed attempt of a flirt. For it was Jester's giantess self that adorned the page, however thicker the pencil-strokes had become, sitting quite on top of Beau's face! That was not all, however, as Jester showed her more that she had done, a little bit of a blush in her cheeks, though it took a lot more than that to chase the giggles from her lips. Why should she, after all, be shy about showing drawings to her lover and partner? She was more settled and confident in herself than that.

Beau turned the page. That was a picture of Beau with huge breasts, so big that she was toppling over, a sketch beside it of Jester having sex with Beau in the doggy-style position, though the difference in their sizes and the oversized strap-on could not be denied even in pencil form. With a smile, she looked to the next, finding a crudely drawn, rough sketch of Jester with a shaft that was larger than Beau's body – judging by the scaled picture of Beau standing next to her!

“These are...interesting..."

Beau poked Jester in the side as she yelped, nearly jostling the two of them off the log.

“Hey – watch it!"

Yet there was no end to the pictures and the giggles as Beau teased her, giggling at the fact that Jester was drawing such crude things. But there was no harm in it and Beau could not deny either that it stirred up something between her thighs too, wanting to see, wanting to know, passions rising in the best way that they could beneath the sunshine. When the giantess' large lips folded and closed over her own, Beau more than knew, once again, that she was in for a good time.

*

Months passed and they forgot all about trying to find a cure when Jester's height worked so well for the two of them. She managed to find and make some more clothes but there was still something cute and flirty about leaving the upper curve of her breasts on show or even her buttocks – almost as if it was accidental. Jester giggled and tried to keep a straight face when walking through town, having moved on to a spot closer to the sea with a touch of salt on the air, though it was difficult with so many eyes on her. It was just as well, to be fair, that she rather liked being looked at, for she knew that there was no harm in it and people were just surprised. Long ago, she had learned to tell the difference between true maliciousness and curiosity. It was something that had proven key to her in getting so far in life with her bubbly attitude and the spring in her step well enough kept upbeat.

“Where are we going, Beau? Have you been here before?"

Conversation flowed easily between them and, to be fair, it had been too long since they had eaten food that they had not hunted, foraged for and cooked themselves: it was time to go on a real date, a conventional date. Even walking along, Beau tucked her hand into the giantess', even though she had to stretch, a smile on her face though the blush that crept down her neck was in testament to all the delights that would follow in the evening to come after dinner. Dinner, after all, could well enough be considered merely an appetiser...and Jester her dessert!

The tavern was a slightly more upper-scale place, not the sort that rough and tumble adventurers went too, which meant that Beau hoped it would be large and roomy enough for Jester. Jester could usually fit in most places as long as she was careful, though doorways could sometimes be an issue when she was not sitting, crouching awkwardly to get her oversized bust and backside through at the same time.

“Ah, my ladies..."

The host baulked at Jester, though that was to be expected. The Tiefling cocked a hip out and grinned cheekily, hardly dissuaded at all, though he did take a step back, his finely pressed silk shirt denoting the calibre of the establishment that he worked at.

“Good evening, good sir!" She boomed, a little louder than necessary. “Do you perchance have a table for two good ladies this evening?"

Her language took on an overly formal air and Beau pressed her fingers over her lips to hide her smile as the host straightened up a little, taking on his more usual, workmanlike air.

“Of course! There is a lovely table at the back, nice and...uh..." He faltered. “Roomy..."

That, of course, was just what they wanted and, with a little difficulty squeezing through the door, Jester followed behind them to the designated table. The host rushed ahead while other eyes followed them through the lantern-lit tavern. That was to be expected but the host had not been expecting to seat such challenging clientele that evening, rushing and fussing to get two chairs together for Jester, spaced where her head was up in the rafters but at least with a little space.

“Here you are, ladies, all set up for you!"

He was quick to recover, however, they had to give him that, though the stares continued, locked onto Jester as if she was a target in a dungeon. Yet it was curiosity at play, whispers rising, Jester offering them a grin and a wave, knowing that she was all on show.

“Evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

That seemed to satisfy some but the greater challenge was in sitting down, ending up needing three chairs, not just the two, to herself. That was the least of the troubles as they ordered their meals, something that they could not have caught and cooked for themselves, holding hands over the table as the chairs beneath Jester creaked and protested her weight.

“We should do this more often," Beau murmured, shyly looking down to where her hands were clasped within Jester's much larger ones. “It's nice to be out with you... Like there are no worries in the world anymore. Just us."

It wasn't just the two of them, however, as the stares continued, other patrons trying to carry on with their meals but, to be fair, it was rather difficult when Jester took up so much of the room, her tail flung out and waving lightly behind her. The chairs creaked again as she adjusted her weight and Beau caught her breath, eyebrows raised, wondering if the inevitable were to happen, or if she was taking things a little too seriously.

Crrreeeaaak.

_ _

Beau held her breath, Jester doing the same. It had to happen but it happened in slow motion, all eyes on them as the chairs finally broke, shattering under Jester's weight in a chain reaction. Her knees smacked up into the underside of the table, sending their used plates flying, a goblet of ale soaring across the tavern, cracking into the opposite wall. Patrons squealed as they were showered in the liquor, leaping up and causing chaos, but Jester had not even had a chance to scramble up before a rather short, plump man rushed out, red in the face and hopping with apoplectic rage.

“What are you doing? You can't come in here, break all of my chairs! And the plates – Havonos! Just what do you think you're doing letting a giant in here?"

That had to be the host who had sat them, stuttering and trying to protest, although Beau and Jester had already decided that it was time to make good their exit. It was hard to take any of it too seriously, however, with such giggles on their lips, Beau trying to dislodge Jester's backside from where the legs of a chair had gotten stuck around it, the owner, presumably, jumping around and flapping his arms as if he could have used a dose of something soothing down his throat.

Yet it was time to go as Beau hurled a handful of coins onto the table, scattering it everywhere, shouting her thanks to the waiter and the host even as Jester grabbed her with both hands. It was easy for her at her greater size and height to lift her lover but a little more difficult to tuck her between her breasts, though Jester simply could not see any other way to get out of there with both of them intact. Beau's legs wiggled down and she was in place, gasping as her hands clutched at Jester's breasts, tearing at her clothes, clinging to her for any grasp or handhold that she could possibly get. She just had to keep herself there, keep herself in place, as Jester legged it from the tavern, the tavern owner screaming at their back.

Yet he could not or would not chase them out into the cool of the night, the stars out as if to herald their romantic “walk" together. They laughed as Jester pounded easily down the streets, the sea glittering beneath the light of the mood off and over the cliffs, easily racing away and in far better control of her body than she had been months back when things had all begun. Those times seemed so far away as they laughed together, fleeing the town even though they had paid, though they were both sure that the stories of the one meal out that they had tried to have in a tavern would linger for many months and years to come.

Jester, however, had one more thing in mind for Beau, jogging with a huff and a puff of breath to the cliff top so that they could look down over the crashing waves at the foot of the cliff, shattering into a spray of white as if the sea itself was trying to reach them. Only there and then did she pause, Beau wriggling around to face her with her eyes shining with something that Jester did not understand. Tilting her head, Jester tried to ask without saying something out loud what Beau wanted to say but her lover pressed her fingertip to Jester's lips, the backdrop of gulls calling softly serenading their moment together.

“I love you."

The only thing that could seal the deal was what Jester had planned from the beginning, her heart lifting, swelling with sweet love, what she could finally recognise as love, as she kissed her partner full on her lips. It was not a chaste kiss, not with her lips being so large and plump, so very soft, yet they had learned how to make it work, Beau pressing urgently up against her as she kissed her deeply. Her tongue flickered out against Jester's as she kissed her deeply and passionately, wanting it all, all the more, and Jester turned for the camp, her love thrumming back through the kiss to Beau, proclaiming all that her lips and her words could not.

Not quite yet, at least. Soon, however, Jester was sure, the love there within her, adoring her lover, the closeness between them, the relationship that they'd formed. Jester ran for home at a light jog, eyes half-closed and yet keeping up a somewhat steady pace all the same, despite the stuttering flutter of her beating heart.

Sometimes love could be sized up. Sometimes love didn't need to be proclaimed at all. Sometimes it just was as it was.

And that was all that the two of them needed.