Amethyst’s Spring Mini Stories 2025

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Gwyn’s Play

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Gwyn was not the wyvern girl who would have been expected to defend the blonde human so vehemently. In fact, she was a member of the harem who was the most voracious, likely as she was one of the smallest at fifty-five-feet-tall. That was hardly small for a giantess and yet Gwyn had felt like she’d been in the position where she’d needed to defend herself and her position time after time again against others. That was hardly her fault.

However, she didn’t want to be rid of the tiny, who could have been a threat or at the very least competition for Zikuenne’s affection in some way or another. The human had come upon them while they had been in a severely weakened state, barely able to move, and things could have gone very badly from there. That was, if Ziku had not been protecting them, doing all she could to look after them all, as she always did. Even if it had been to the dragon girl’s detriment.

She wanted to protect the tiny, despite everything. She tasted amazing, even if that was putting it simply. But things didn’t have to be complicated, at least for Gwyn, and she knew more than one way to live out her own fantasies when she didn’t have the ability to take one, like her tiny sister wife, for herself.

“Hm… And you thought you could play with me so easily?”

Gwyn smirked, sitting back in the hot spring with steam rising around her. The thick trees protected her to her back, though she had no fear of divers sneaking up on her there – not while she was playing.

The blonde Norr, roughly eight-feet-tall, but small enough to be mistaken for a human in Gwyn’s eyes, fought and squalled and shouted and beat her tiny fists against the wyvern girl’s hand. Gwyn flicked the tip of her tail out of the water with no hint of emotion, shifting her weight from one hip to the other. There was a rock ledge for her to sit on under the surface, though her breasts were exposed, glistening with a sheen of water that highlighted their curves all the more to anyone who cared to watch the wyvern girl do what she did best.

For the Norr, who was nothing more than prey, a mouthful, to her, could be the tiny blonde human too, in her mind.

“Time for you to learn what tinies are really for, mouthful…”

Gwyn chuckled, the wyvern girl sinking back a little deeper into the hot spring so the lower curve of her breasts dipped into the water, allowing her another delicious lick of warmth. She was the only one in that section of the springs, which suited her just fine, but she was sure there was one someone or many “someones” watching her from a distance. They could look all they liked – as long as they didn’t interrupt her.

She licked her lips, though ignore the screeching from the Norr. It was all white noise to her, just an ignorant mouthful acting like it had any right to protect being eaten.

And the Norr, in her mind, was her sister-wife, the coveted human with the same blonde hair. Humming to herself, Gwyn methodically, if not gently, undressed the eight-foot Norr with her fingers, making sure to hold her tightly to strip her of her uniform. She had a red tag on her uniform, but all that meant to her was that the Norr belonged to another portal diving company.

“Mmm… Much better to have a naked meal.”

She could have eaten the Norr with her clothes on, of course, but she wanted to enjoy the flavour.

Sinking into the moment, she raised the Norr above her, holding her between both hands. Oh, she was a feisty one! But maybe her little sister-wife would fight as hard as that, if she thought Gwyn was really going to swallow her and never again release her from the dark, sultry pit of her belly. Maybe that was accurate and Gwyn relished the thought as she popped the blonde into her mouth without a second thought for her.

“Mmm!”

Oh, they did not taste like the human, but they were close. It helped her to slurp around her, sucking and lapping over her body. Her needy tongue curled and swept between her legs, though it was not the Norr’s pleasure she was looking out for there. It was hers, only hers, and Gwyn hissed around her mouthful, her tail twitching and curling back and forth almost in a feline fashion.

Oh, it was all she could do not to swallow her mouthful right away, to let the fantasy grip her and devour her. Her free hand dipped sensually between her thighs, parting to allow herself entry. Yet her sex was wet and ready for her as it was, even under the water, as she dipped her fingers inside to pleasure herself furiously.

It was not meant to be a manner of gentle lust, no, not as she grunted and twisted her hand a little to better use her thumb on her clit. Yet she didn’t feel like she could be too precise in a moment like that, rolling the blonde snack around in her mouth.

“Oof! No! Let me… Ah!”

The snack was vocal and Gwyn sucked even harder on them, slurping around them with a wet pull of saliva around their body. They were there for her and she greedily took all she could for herself.

They didn’t quite taste the same as the blonde she longed to swallow, but they were enough for her. A juicy flavour filled her mouth entirely from memory and Gwyn’s fingers worked more roughly still over her pussy, striving to bring herself off as swiftly as possible. More, she needed more – and she took it for herself. She sucked the Norr into her mouth more deeply, almost to the point where she could have tipped her head back and swallowed them, but she held off.

Oh, how terrible it was to hold back as she pleasured herself, moaning lewdly around the helpless Norr’s body, even though they twisted and fought. They didn’t want to be a victim to her, but Gwyn barely even thought her sister wife would push back as hard as the Norr was if she had threatened to swallow her. No, the little blonde human would likely have gone so very willingly down her throat that Gwyn was better able to relish in the experience, exulting in the sweetness of her slipping down where she belonged.

That made it a little harder for the wyvern girl to sink deep into her fantasy, but it was by no means impossible. In the springs, she wriggled, leaning back on an elbow, which rested up on the stone ledge to her back. Water lapped below her breasts and the wyvern girl swallowed hard, pressing the Norr firmly to the roof of her mouth with her tongue.

If only she’d just give in…

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However, Gwyn couldn’t do anything about that – and food that fought back was exciting too. Her tail flicked under the surface of the water, bubbles flittering and brushing over the scales, but the wyvern girl was too caught up in the moment to pay heed to the water she stirred up. Her tongue lashed down the length of the Norr’s body, catching her thighs and pulling up luxuriously over her stomach and breasts. But Gwyn didn’t stop there as she rolled the diver over in her mouth again, fingering herself more and more rapidly.

Yes… If she really dipped into her fantasy that what she had in her mouth was the blonde human and not the Norr, it was better. She grunted around her mouthful, drooling more heavily, but Gwyn could not risk swallowing again until she was ready to send the Norr to her eternal resting place. As tempting as it was to be greedy and indulge herself, she had at the very least seen, with Zikuenne and her sister wives too, that holding off could result in an even more euphoric orgasm.

At least, that was what she hoped. She wriggled her hips and rocked them forward without sliding deep into the hot springs, the bubbling of the water and the heat relaxing her. And yet she couldn’t hold back her tense muscles, tensing her thighs and buttocks to pull herself right back on to the underwater ledge. Need curled through her, insidious and wicked, as if there was a part of the wyvern girl that knew she shouldn’t have been doing what she was doing.

Gwyn should never have been about to swallow her little sister-wife.

“Mmm… Oh!”

She let out a sharp grunt around the Norr’s body, fingers plunged into her pussy, the side of her thumb ground into her clit with enough pressure that it should have been too much for her. And yet her body teetered on the brink of orgasm and she held herself there, balancing on the edge as if she was at the peak of a waterfall, about to be hurled passionately over the edge. Yet the wyvern girl had nothing to fear as she played her tongue around the Norr, excitement bringing an additional flick and lap to her tongue, as if even that was out of her control.

There was only one thing Gwyn would accept bringing her body over the edge as, finally, she slightly tipped her head back, needing only that, and pushed the Norr smoothly to the back of her mouth with the curl of her tongue. The Norr flailed, twisting as a side-swiped hand lunged out against the wyvern girl’s tongue – but she was already gone.

With a swallow, perfectly timed, the wyvern girl brought herself off and sent her food down her throat. Yet, in her mind, it was merely the human going down her throat, giving her the experience of swallowing her despite everything, despite knowing she still wanted to keep her as her sister wife and didn’t want to bring harm to her in any way.

But she did too and the wyvern girl could still never be fully certain she would never give in to that temptation. Not as she fully imagined it was the human she was swallowing, her sister-wife sliding down her throat, becoming no more. The Norr may have squealed as she disappeared down Gwyn’s throat, only a bulge in her throat, however brief that moment was, but the wyvern girl did not care. A giantess did not take the considerations of her food in mind, no. And that was all a meal, or a snack, was to her.

She bucked her hips passionately into her hand, water slopping up around her, the Norr’s lingering flavour mingling with her memory of her sister-wife. Orgasm crashed over her, though it was not enough to drown her, not as her fantasy carried her to passionate high after high, needing it all even more than she could ever have imagined. She howled, tail thrashing in the water, curious heads poking around the rocks from another part of the hot springs, but Gwyn was too lost in her own desire to notice or even care.

For it was all about the moment, the fantasy, letting what she really ached for roll through her in throbbing wave after wave. Her body rang hotter than even the heat of the springs around her and she let out a strangled groan that could have been a grunt, her lips and throat no longer obeying her as she tried to form recognisable sounds. It was all worth it for the crashing swell of pleasure, her memory filling in the gaps for her where the Norr’s flavour had simply not been quite as good as the human’s.

The Norr settled in her stomach and she rested a hand on them under the water, the fingers of her other hand curled up into her pussy, teasing over a sensitive spot that made her hips twitch into it. Huffing and panting lightly, she grinned, eyelids dropping as a deep, all-over sense of satisfaction warmed her through more gently. Inside her stomach, the Norr squirmed and fought, pushing out against her belly, but Gwyn ignored them.

She was going to very much enjoy playing with her sister-wife again…but she’d probably have to use a post-vore rescue toy with her.

Probably.