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Portal Diving

Lyria’s Time-Out (D’s Resort)

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Hm…”

Lyria leaned over the bar, sitting on one of the stools as the elf frowned at the holographic screen in front of her. A strand of blonde hair had been caught by her lips, though the twenty-six-foot-tall elf didn’t even realise she was chewing on it mildly, just moving it back and forth between her lips. It grounded her as her toes curled lightly under the water, the gentle lap of the pool around her not enough to drag her attention from the finances she was working on.

The resort should have been more than enough for her, though it was not that Lyria was not glad of a break. She’d led a life of relative luxury and relaxation before, even if she’d taken on her own interests – and pursued them doggedly. Lyria had most certainly never been truly idle, but never had what she had done really mattered before either. She didn’t fully understand why she was so fixated on making sure everything ran smoothly, but it refused to leave her mind.

She’s careless with spending, or…well…generous with it, Lyria mused to herself, thinking of their group lead. I get it… But I just want everything to be okay too.

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She sighed and chewed on her hair, mouthing it quietly. The swim-up bar was a good place to sit anyway, just out of the shade, her two-tone bikini showing her body off in pink and red, though she didn’t usually go for colours like that. Elves, where she’d come from, often wore a lot of gold and silver – and white too. It got boring after a while, despite setting off the hue of her hair and skin nicely.

She was so engrossed in the numbers, scrolling through a list of latest expenditures (another headache to deal with) she didn’t hear the whoosh of water pouring from a body as someone, much larger than her, emerged from the pool behind her. They stood, towering high above, and Lyria finally stilled as a dark, alluring shadow fell over her.

“Hm?” Lyria startled, head popping up as she turned in her seat. “Who’s – oh!”

She didn’t have to finish the question as she came face to face with the dragon girl’s wet breasts inside her. Zikuenne had been persuaded into a bikini, perhaps by the wyvern girls, although it didn’t seem to cover very much of her boobs. Maybe the dragon matriarch didn’t think she needed it – and Lyria would have agreed. It was not as if Ziku was at all used to wearing clothes, being out in her world all the time. It was quite barren out there and even going down to the hot springs didn’t require what portal divers seemed to consider “modesty.” Unless divers were engaging with monster girls, as they called them, Ziku never really saw them bare in all their natural glory.

And the elf…hmm. She was a diver, yes, but she had been exposed many times over and had a nice body. Zikuenne had never thought she’d think of a diver like that, but the blonde tiny had changed her mind on so many things. Nothing she needed to make a big deal about, like some giantesses, of course, but she could not deny how her attention towards certain divers had changed.

The elf was a part of her family too.

Lyria gulped hard and stared intensely at the dragon girl’s chest, her breasts still gleaming with a sheen of water, dripping from the underside of her boobs and the incredibly small bikini. It was hard to look away, even as she leaned back, her back coming up against the bar where her untouched drink sat. She’d wanted to have a clear head for what she was working on, though still went along with getting a drink when the wyvern girls had all gone up to the bar together. They were a force to be reckoned with, drawing her along with them in the waves spilling out from the shift of their giantess bodies through the pool.

But the dragon girl stared at her. She said nothing, making Lyria squirm, fiddling with her hair and pushing it back behind her ears.

“Er… You okay, Zikuenne?” She said, the words stuck in her throat. “I… Um… The wyvern girls aren’t far away? I can still hear them, everyone’s okay.”

The dragon girl’s wings lifted a little, water dripping from them. Despite the backdrop of noise, happy shouts and splashes, from the resort itself, the drip of water from her wings seemed louder than ever.

Drip… Drip… Drip…

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Lyria sucked in a breath, tucking her legs under her, feet on the footrest under the water, attached to the stool. Her heart pounded in her chest, though her attention still tugged back to what she’d been working on. It really did need to be finished and she hated leaving work undone…

“I need to get back to this, Zikuenne,” she said. “If that’s…okay?”

“Lyria.”

The elf sat up straight, as if a jolt of electricity had run up her spine, shocking her into position. That voice… Oh, how it made her stomach churn and writhe in all the right ways! But she pulled away still, leaning into the moment, trying not to let it drag her away. If she stayed fixed in place, where she was, maybe she could enjoy what was happening, the beautiful giantesses around her, and still get on with her work. Everything could get done, even if she was out and away from her usual workstation.

“You are not relaxing, Lyria.”

Zikuenne’s eyes slid away, glancing at her wyvern girls. Of course, they were where her attention always returned to, for she was their protector. Some things could be simple, just like that, and the situation with the elf was simple too.

“You need to turn off your…work.”

It was “work” Ziku didn’t understand personally, but that was not such a bad thing. The giantess rocked back on her heels, water flowing and shifting lightly around the parts of her body that were still under the water. Lyria glowered at her, shoving an elbow grumpily back onto the bar top.

“Look, I just didn’t finish it before we left, okay?” She grunted, heat adding a bright tint to her cheeks. “And you’re supposed to be relaxing too! How can you do that if you’re busy monitoring everyone?”

The dragon girl raised an eyebrow. It was both amusing and annoying that the elf had so much spirit in her, but that wouldn’t do at all. She lifted her wings a little higher still, shoulder blades pushed back, and the dragon matriarch let who she was embody every inch of her body. It was, after all, exactly who she was.

She could relax and look after those in her care too…

“Oh, but I am relaxing…” She murmured, the hint of a warming purr colouring her tone. “And I think I know exactly the way you can help me?”

“Help you? Well, okay.”

Even though Lyria didn’t want to be pulled away from her work, it was easier when she felt like she was being useful. She was so used to running things around the mansion that she didn’t really know what to do with herself when, at last, she had her days at her own disposal. It was kind of more normal for her to be running around making sure everyone had what they needed, maintaining the lives of everyone who had joined their not so little family there.

Ziku smirked, which gave her pause. That was a dark kind of smirk, a dangerous kind of smirk – a playful smirk, which was the most tenacious and terrifying she had in her repertoire. The dragon girl moved before the elf could even raise her voice, heart hammering and feeling like it was leaping into her throat, tightening there as Ziku’s mouth descended on her.

Those massive lips, so soft and yet so powerful, opened wide, swallowing Lyria up to her waist. The elf found herself flung forward all of a sudden, her chest landing on the monster girl’s steaming, hot tongue, a breathy gasp all that leaptfrom her lips. She could do no more than that as she blinked, her active mind straining to comprehend the situation she had been flung into, though she was not against it.

“But wait…my work!”

She moaned the words as she relaxed down, inadvertently, against the dragon girl’s tongue, her body reacting in the way her mind struggled to do. She twisted a little, kicking her legs, but they smoothly left the water as, presumably, Ziku stood up again. It had taken so little for her to claim the elf all over again, sucking her lips softly around Lyria’s waist, though Ziku was not about to set aside her lust to explain things to the elf.

In her mind… Well, it was all really simple. If she swallowed the elf, she would force Lyria to relax. The elf couldn’t work in her stomach, after all, and she could later be retrieved with a PV toy. And there was nothing more relaxing to the dragon girl than playing with a partner and having a comfortably full stomach afterwards, for the elf certainly had more feel to her in Ziku’s stomach than the dear little tiny did.

The elf wriggled delightfully in her mouth, but Ziky could already tell Lyria wasn’t putting up all that much of a fight. Even if she had, it was not as if the elf was going to “win” – but it wasn’t about winning. It was about getting what they both wanted, really, what they both needed.

She groaned around the elf’s body, her tongue sweeping against the elf’s body, still with her lips locked around her midsection. She was not as flavourful as the tiny she enjoyed, but there was still more pleasure to be had in her. Sucking lightly, she let saliva swill softly around her mouth, washing over Lyria while the elf’s body hair slicked down to her head and neck.

Lyria whimpered within her mouth and Ziku knew she didn’t need to ask permission. It was already given and there were plenty of rescue toys she could use to rescue Lyria from her stomach, even if it was the best place to keep her. She’d seen just how the elf stared at her when she was eating bowls of tinies at the resort, watching her lips move as she tossed tiny after tiny into her mouth, throat working to send every one down to her stomach.

The elf wanted to be a part of that too and, quietly, the blonde tiny had given her permission, as long as Lyria was unharmed. Ziku had never had any intention of that, even if she kept the words that would have confirmed such close to her hear. The elf… Well, Lyria had made an impact on her. Her care for the wyvern girls had touched her, along with her protectiveness over the blonde tiny too.

So, she sucked around her, ignoring the elf’s moans while listening out, mildly, for any real protests. The wyvern girls splashed closer and Zikuenne peeked at them, watching them all crowd in to watch Lyria’s legs kicking in soft protest. Oh, how Lyria struggled… Yet it was as if it was what the elf “thought” she was supposed to do and no more than that.

“Come on, Zikuenne!” Rynt cheered, grabbing Gwyn (much to Gwyn’s annoyance) and hugging her around her shoulders. “Swallow her!”

“We can get her later!”

“I want a taste too!”

“Oh, please, Ziku, let me have the elf to play with next!”

Lyria was most certainly not short of partners who could have distracted her, but Ziku was not at all sure milder measures would have worked out there. The giantess, however, didn’t give up the elf to her harem, as much as she enjoyed making them happy too. They could have all the tinies they wanted at the resort, but the twenty-six-foot-tall elf was much better-suited for her stomach.

The dragon girl, a little lazily, tipped her head back. There was no need, after all, for her to do all the work as she put on a show for her girls, the elf’s back on her tongue while her legs kicked and flailed helplessly. There was no true protest in her and Ziku already knew well enough that all Lyria was thinking about was getting back to her work. The heat of her own mouth evaporated her saliva even as she drooled around the elf’s body, sucking on her softly as her cheeks hollowed.

There, with the sun beaming down on her face, Ziku could absolutely say she was in heaven. With her wyvern girls clustering around her, fawning over her and her body, their hands stroking over her, and the elf slowly working her way into the back of her mouth and soon to be her throat, what more could the dragon girl possibly have wanted. She languished there, enjoying the feeling of the elf squirming on her tongue, Gwyn wrapping her arms around the taller giantess’ waist to hug her head to her stomach.

Ziku knew she wanted to be the first to feel Lyria wriggling around in her stomach, so she let Gwyn take precedence there, though she was much lower down in the water than Ziku was. The pools had different depths to them and that one was not at all deep to Ziku, though she could float in it, spreading her wings out, if she pleased. That could be a nice way for her to enjoy Lyria too, floating with the elf tucked away in her mouth while she sucked on and toyed with her, merely enjoying her mouthful.

That was not the point of the moment, however, and Lyria’s struggles grew a little tiresome. Letting her tongue relax, the struggling elf slid further and further to the back of her mouth, head first, as her legs slowly disappeared, sucked up between Ziku’s lips.

Lyria didn’t know what to feel, frustration colliding with fear, but there was not really anything for her to worry about. That was the whole point of being eaten, in that scenario, but the elf couldn’t see it like that, not then, not when her heart was pounding and blood roared against her eardrums, reminding her of the terror she was in. There was a primal surge of fear trying to claim her and yet the scenario was all wrong with it, surrounded by giantesses in her family while the dominant matriarch very much decided she needed a time out.

She still tried to hook a leg and then just a foot around the monster girl’s lips, just to stop herself from going down her throat. Lyria huffed and moaned, but the steamy heat of that tongue under her was alluring too, gravity working against her every step of the way. She could hear the muffled cries of others outside Ziku’s mouth and frowned, for it seemed she was outnumbered.

And…safe. Safe, despite what her body tried to tell her, singing with heat and still struggling against the might of one determined to eat her. She sighed, her legs going slack for a moment, but that was enough for her slide to take her fully into the dragon girl’s mouth. With a well-timed swallow, Zikuenne’s throat opened up behind her head and there was no stopping herself, even trying to cling to the slippery, thick muscle of the monster girl’s tongue.

She should have just accepted her fate and yet she let out a strangled shriek as she disappeared into the dragon girl’s throat. Outside, the wyvern girls got to see the bulge of food that Lyria had become sliding down, making a thick shape in Ziku’s throat that their small, blonde friend did not. Differently sized food, of course, looked different when it was being swallowed, but all Lyria could do was gasp as gravity pulled her down, the muscles of the dragon girl’s throat quietly working to agree with her trajectory. Everything powerful was against her and her slide down to darkness hastened in a rush.

Down and down and down… Oh, there was time to think about her path as she disappeared down into and finally landed in Ziku’s stomach. The softness of her stomach closed in around her, empty but for Lyria, and the elf whimpered, surprised by the sense of peace that felt like it was pressing in from all sides. It was not just the giantess’ stomach but so much more than that, her head swimming with fuzzy confusion she suddenly didn’t have the energy to address in the moment.

It didn’t feel right, for it was not quite needed – not anymore. She wriggled there, although it took very little for Lyria to get comfortable. Something pressed against her from outside the monster girl’s stomach and, instinctively, she leaned into it, letting her forehead tease into that contact from the outside world.

In there, there didn’t have to be anything to concern her. The elf squeezed her thighs together, comfortable but not quite ready to address the rising, warming swell of arousal inside her. It was not something she’d had a chance to feel, really, with her sudden devouring, but there was nothing else down there for her to do than think about how she felt, how her body tingled with exotic, tempting heat.

Gwyn nuzzled happily into the dragon matriarch’s stomach, kissing the bulge that was Lyria. Of course, they would retrieve the elf using one of those handy PV toys again, but that was partly only a point for the toys in Gwyn’s mind because she wanted to get the chance to swallow the elf too. Of course, she was the smallest of the wyvern girls, but that wasn’t something that had ever stopped her before, so she didn’t see why getting the chance to eat Lyria would be something taken away from her too.

With Zikuenne turning her attention to the wyvern girls, she ran her fingers through Gywn’s white hair, damp from the pool.

“Let her be a while,” the dragon girl said firmly. “Lyria can play with you after she’s rested.”

If she had to take care of the elf too, the one thing Zikuenne would make sure of that she got a time out. Even if she had to be taken away from her work at the resort too…