Amethyst’s Spring Stories 2025

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Delicious Wake-up Call

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The elf rolled over and groaned – but her body did not quite move as she expected. That was odd, but the heaviness of sleep still lay upon her, like a blanket she could not quite shrug off. Lyria would be okay, however, the elf being over twenty-feet-tall and not the tallest of giantesses – but she managed well enough.

However, she was small enough for some giantesses to be a threat to her, even if she was not so much of a snack as a tiny was to many. She grunted in the back of her throat, reaching down her body, though her hand fell away halfway, a burning heat rising between her legs.

Oh, she was turned on, though that was hardly unusual, even if the elf could not quite remember the dream she must have been waking from. She wiggled a bit, a smile ghosting across her lips, though the heat remained, searing through her as if it was trying to make a point, heaving and snarling through a form that was primed to take it. Squeezing her thighs together a little more, Lyria at least found she could do that, relishing in the heave of sensation pouring into her.

“Mmmm…”

The elf made a sound in her throat, moving her lips. She felt like she was trying to say something, but she couldn’t work her lips enough along with her tongue to get any words out.

But something was wrong, even as she wriggled and squirmed. She didn’t feel comfortable, not in the way the elf should have on waking from a deep sleep. Rocking her hips from the left to the right and back again, she blinked up, finally opening her eyes.

Something wet lapped up between her legs, easily parting them as Lyria moaned, startled. Oh, but it felt good and she blinked more rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her room, still in the dead of the night. Lyria looked down the length of her body and started, her blood running cold for a shuddering moment.

For there was Lavella, the giantess lamia girl, with her mouth gaping around her lower body. On locking her gaze with Lyria, the lamia girl with the bottom half of a serpent smirked around her, though she had already devoured up to the elf’s hips in her mouth. Her tongue slapped up between Lyria’s legs, so easily forcing her thighs crudely apart, and the elf could not help but moan.

The chill clutching at her form was swiftly replaced with a delectable rush of heat, shivering and rocking down against the lamia girl’s tongue, heart pounding. There was fear there too, yes, but she couldn’t help herself, not as such delight called to her, tempting her to face her lust head-on.

It was not as if Lavella was going to be dissuaded from taking her now that she had what she wanted, after all, and the lamia girl gulped around Lyria as if she was trying to make a well-timed point. Her tongue flickered against Lyria’s folds and the elf would have parted her legs more for her if not for the lamia girl’s maw stretching around her, demanding an ever-increasing submission from her body.

“Ohhhh…”

Lyria moaned, despite the delicious pull of fear tugging at her heart. How could someone not be a little afraid when they were being swallowed? It was not something that had happened to her for a long time before she’d come to live in their human friend’s mansion, but things with Feiluna and, of course, Lavella just taking the initiative to gulp her down whenever she pleased, had changed things.

The lamia girl had never not released her from her stomach or her snake pussy and Lyria had no reason to believe otherwise. And yet the thought was always there as that hot maw pulsed faintly around her, the stretched skin of the lamia girl’s face twitching as she teasingly swallowed around the elf’s legs. There was always that idea there, somehow, that the lamia girl was going to go all the way, to simply swallow her luxuriously and take the elf as a well-earned meal.

Maybe. Or maybe not. Lyria danced on that edge of uncertainty as the lamia girl lapped up between her legs, her tongue pressing against the folds of her pussy and drawing a hot line up her sex. The elf moaned and squirmed and tried to rock even more urgently down against the giantess and yet nothing she did seemed to work. She had to lay back and simply allow herself to be no more than prey to the lamia girl, Lavella’s tongue expertly curling up against her pussy and squirming lower to her entrance.

It slipped inside and pushed deep, the lamia girl greedily drinking down every drop of arousal the elf offered her. It was all Lavella could do not to gulp down the succulent treat of the elf right there and then, feeling the warm, vibrant body wriggling within her mouth. For her, it would have been pure instinct simply to swallow, to draw the elf’s body smoothly down her throat and to feel her sliding all the way down into the warm pit of her belly. It would be quite a ride for Lyria, but Lavella, of course, had no desire at all to experience such a thing for herself.

She was the predator. Others were prey. It was as simple as that.

Ah, but the elf was a treat indeed, her tongue scooping up inside her and painting her inner walls with her desire. She rumbled a low, rising groan as she slurped into Lyria and the elf bucked her hips wantonly against her.

Oh, could you be any more of a meal for me, delicious one?

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Lavella would have chuckled if she was not so caught up in devouring, yet in a way she found brought in a certain thrum of domination too. She moaned around the elf, letting power swell through her, that inherent sense of control that she lusted for, coils twisting and pulling against her own body. Most of her body was draped off the elf’s bed, but Lavella was not all that concerned with that as she slithered and lusted, her tongue flickering back and forth within the elf’s passage.

Lyria, on the other hand, squirmed and tried to rock her hips down, but the lamia girl swallowed her down a little further, pulling her legs into her throat. The rippling tug ached around her and she leaned into it, managing to put something of an arch into her back. But it didn’t matter what the elf did, for she was where she needed to be, heat building within her. She didn’t have an inkling of a protest on her lips for the lamia girl, reaching above her head as if she could hold on to the headboard and save herself.

Yet she didn’t want to, leaning into the moment so she could have it all, panting and heaving, her bare breasts rising with every snatch she took at air. The elf rolled her hips mildly, relishing in the tight pull of the lamia girl’s mouth around her, how her lips folded sensually around the point above her hips, where her waist began to dip in.

Pleasure mounted inside her, the swell of heat unlike anything she could ever have hoped to control. Her body sang to the lash of the giantess’ tongue, how it flickered and swept up inside her, pulling through her slick heat. Yet Lyria didn’t want to hold back in the slightest, even if the moment was far from being under her control – and she didn’t want it to be. Thoughts swirled around her head, spinning as she grasped the headboard and held on to it, at least in some way grounding herself exactly where she was.

Ecstasy bristled at the edge of her mind, but she couldn’t reach it alone, a breathy whimper bursting from her lips. She cried out again, the lamia girl’s lust intensifying, tongue flickering more rapidly against her. Even when her tongue was driven up deep inside the elf’s pussy, the monster girl still somehow dragged it back and up over her clit, never quite leaving Lyria without that pleasure.

And then her body pulsed with heat, the storm crashing into her while Lavella forced her to the brink and beyond, snarling through the storm of orgasm. It sent her body heaving and contracting, muscles squeezing and tensing around the lamia girl’s tongue, fingers gripping the headboard so tightly that her knuckles turned white. All she could do was ride it out, barely even aware if her cries were audible in the slightest, only knowing she was prey and lost to the lust of the lamia girl.

Lavella grinned, leaving her tongue slurping up deep into the elf for as long as possible: a good orgasm made her prey taste better, after all. Only when the elf had stopped squirming so much in her mouth, panting in the aftermath, did she withdraw her tongue, offering a final lazy swipe over Lyria’s pussy, dragging it over her inner thigh.

It was time to take her due.

She swallowed languidly, slowly but surely taking the elf deeper and deeper into her mouth. It was too irresistible not to lust after the moment of devouring her, slowly swallowing. Lavella didn’t need to gulp very hard or even open up her mouth too widely to take the elf down, wanting to feel her prey sliding into her mouth and throat as her tongue curled up under Lyria, flicking around her shoulder.

More and more of the elf disappeared into her mouth as Lyria squirmed, but Lavella still had to pry her loose from the headboard: she couldn’t simply keep working her way up the elf’s body. She smirked around Lyria’s body and savoured the juiciness of her, how she salivated around the elf and helped lubricate her well for where she was going.

Lyria didn’t want to resist all that much, just for the thrill of it, one finger after the other losing its grip on the headboard of the bed. She whined, eyes closed, sensation overwhelming her – until she could hold on no longer and juddered sharply into the lamia girl’s mouth as the giantess gave a big gulp around her.

“Oh!”

She exhaled and would have climaxed right then if she had not already done so not all that long ago. Yet it better allowed her to savour the moment as she was taken and claimed. Her body eased deeper and her hands were the last part of her to be swallowed up, Lavella’s lips pulling over her head to seal her into dimness and then darkness.

The lamia girl raised her head a little and Lyria squeaked as she used gravity to help pull her down the monster girl’s throat, though it was still a tight squeeze as a heft swallow pulled muscles around her, guiding her down. Lyria moaned, her body prickling with the lure of greater arousal still, yet she was where she wanted to be as she let herself be taken and used, exactly as was her right as prey.

Lavella swallowed, licking her lips as the tasty treat of the elf disappeared – at least for a little while. Teasing her in the middle of the night, clearly, had built to something more, but she couldn’t honestly feel bad about that. Frankly, Lavella never felt bad about anything at all, for that was simply the way she saw things, how she approached the world around her. She had made a name for herself around the clubs, seducing smaller giantesses so they would consent to being eaten by her. The different manner of hunting appealed to her, though she mildly missed capturing divers on the plains too.

As she slithered from the room, the elf squirmed in her stomach, having found a comfortable place to rest in there. Lavella grinned, her mouth returning to its normal shape and size, a hand resting on the wriggling elf.

“Soon… But not yet.”

She’d release Lyria, but only when she was done with her.

For she was simply too delicious not to devour again and again…and again.