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Portal Diving

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Lyria’s Time Out

At the Mansion

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Lyria slumped on the sofa, though the elf was anything but relaxed. After returning from their vacation at the resort, things got back to normal quickly – at least for her. The twenty-six-foot-tall elf wriggled against a cushion to get more comfortable, though she’d chosen one of the sofas in the expansive living area of the mansion that was sized for giantesses around her height. With so many bigger ladies around, it was hard to find something that fit “comfortably” like that. Her blonde friend, the tiny, wasn’t exactly bothered about making sure she had furniture fit for her size too, but Lyria made a mental note to order another chair that would ease the ache in her back at least.

“See, I can look after myself,” she muttered, unaware that anyone else was up that early in the morning with the dawn rays casting through the window looking out to the walled garden. “I can order a chair, make sure I’m comfy to work. I don’t know what they’re all talking about.”

She tucked one leg under her as she sent multiple holographic screens up to hover in front of her, pursing her lips. Rates had changed on monster girl produce again with certain products flooding the market, so they would do well to change tactics in what they gathered from willing monster girls, just to keep their books and accounting all in order. Even if they had enjoyed a free vacation, they had to keep in mind the mundane back at the mansion too.

It was sad they didn’t have the mare girls there anymore to keep them company, however, and Lyria would miss guiding them out on “missions” to the portal worlds too. She’d kept it simple for them, though it was Rhonwen who’d gone from strength to strength, fine-tuning her own abilities and even managing to turn on a little charm. Maybe it came off as well as it did for her because it was so genuine. But Lyria would never have liked to see her as anything or anyone other than who she was, if she was completely honest with herself.

But the numbers called her and she chewed anxiously at the inside of her cheek. How was she supposed to make everything line up? There was just so much pressure on her!

“Ugh…”

She grunted, tension lining her body as her shoulders tightened and she hunched over her work. It was not that bad, not really, but it needed a clear head to switch things up quickly. Yet the elf’s stomach churned uncomfortably and she swallowed hard, despite feeling quite as if there was a lump in her stomach.

And then a shadow fell over her. Being a smaller giantess, that was not all that unusual for Lyria, but something had her freezing. She felt her there, those eyes on her, locking on with a predatory smirk just subtly pulling at their lips.

“I…”

She wanted to speak up, but any words she may have shared died on her lips as she met the dragon girl’s eyes, Zikuenne. The dragon girl had been standing, gloriously and beautifully nude, at one-hundred-and-twenty-feet-tall, but she did not stay that way for long. Slowly, sensually, she lowered herself to the ground, though it would have been impossible to see Ziku being on all fours as submissive in any way.

She didn’t need to say anything either, the monster girl’s clawed feet gripping the floor as she stalked the elf, her long tail swaying back and forth in a way that reminded Lyria of Cerberus. Yet she would never be so bold as to compare Ziku to any cat girl, even if she knew exactly what would happen to her if she did. Riling up the dragon girl, with her soft words and inclinations towards Lyria, was not all that much of a bad thing.

But that was not at all what she’d been trying to do as the dragon girl crawled slowly towards her, on all fours, her head held a little lower. Lyria forced down a shiver. There was no denying the dragon girl was stalking her, but she couldn’t move, frozen there as if she had become no more than an elf-shaped statue. Oh, her little friend would laugh if she had said that aloud and probably decorated the mansion there with statues of Lyria for good measure too. She wasn’t sure, even hypothetically, how she felt about that.

The intense eyes of the dragon girl caught her attention, her hands tipped with dangerous claws, but Lyria had not seen those flashing towards her in a dangerous manner since her first visit out to Ziku and her wyvern girl harem. It seemed like such a long time ago – and things had changed so much since, with all the wyvern girls staying in the mansion too for a break.

Her lips moved, but she couldn’t get any words out, swallowing hard once more in an attempt to dislodge the lump in her throat. Ziku, however, kept coming, until her head loomed fully over the elf, near enough for every warm wash of her breath to pour over Lyria. The elf shivered and parted her lips, unable to hide it despite her best intentions.

“Ah… No,” she said, though Lyria failed to sound authoritative in the slightest. “No… I’m busy, I’ve got to work. This is my job, Ziku!”

The dragon girl’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side, only marginally, and her eyes remained unconvinced. For she saw something in Lyria that the elf refused to pay attention to, even if Lyria had been quite right in Ziku still trying to keep an eye on everyone, despite the fact she too was supposed to be on vacation. What she once more had in mind for the elf, on the other hand, would be a good break for them both…

“I see that,” she said, rather mildly for her, though her voice was deep and warm. “You do so much for your family, for my wyvern girls…and for me. It’s time for you to relax.”

Ziku chuckled faintly, lips shivering as it passed by, though it was the kind of laugh that had Lyria pulling back suspiciously even as heat flushed her skin.

“Consider it…a reward of sorts.”

The dragon girl knew instinctively just where to pause so her words had more effect. Why expend too much effort when she knew words could do just as well? She could slash her claws at portal divers out at the crater when they got too close to her wyvern girls and threatened trouble, after all. Maybe her time with the blonde tiny and with the others had shown her there were ways in which she could be more delicate too.

Time would tell on that matter as the elf waved her hands, the holographic screens in front of her disappearing. She shivered, shaking like a leaf, though she put her hands down on the sofa to hide just how she trembled. It was not from fear, of course, but anticipation of what the dragon girl wanted to offer her. Only, Lyria was not at liberty to take it, considering all she felt she had to do that day.

“Look, I’ll have some breakfast and get right back to it – will that satisfy you?” Lyria snapped a little, for she couldn’t help exasperation colouring her tone. “Can’t have everyone thinking I’m too stressed out to work, after all.”

She grunted, regretting her words as soon as she had sent them out there, but the dragon girl was not the kind to take that personally. Not when she could simply snatch up the elf in her mouth, to take her away from everything.

Still, Ziku took it slowly. Lyria trembled before her, so all she did was open her mouth wide for the moment, letting her tongue out to stroke and tease over the elf. It ran up her front, for the elf was wearing only a revealing, sheer nightgown, which was tied at the waist. Even that felt like it was too much clothing in the mansion and she let her own saliva cling to it, increasing the friction faintly between her tongue and the annoying piece of cloth.

“Mmm…”

The dragon girl rumbled out a deep, low hum as the elf shivered and let out a tiny whimper. That was a start, but she could do better than that as she tasted the much smaller giantess. Really, to her, Lyria was not even a giantess but just a “big tiny” that could be used as she pleased. But the elf was, in a way, a part of her harem too and one she needed to take care of. Although other giantesses had certainly had comments about her keeping her wyvern girls “all to herself” before, she still saw it as her right and honour to protect them.

The elf needed protecting from herself too. So, that was exactly why Zikuenne let her tongue play over her, the beautiful nightgown clinging to the elf’s curves until she squirmed and, as if she was obliging Ziku at last, let it slide from her shoulders. It caught at her elbows, as it pushed down behind her back, revealing the entire front of her body to Zikuenne as the dragon girl lapped gently over her.

Lyria couldn’t remember a time when she had been treated that gently and kindly. But that was not because she had not been treated like that before, of course, but more because she had been so mentally busy she simply could not remember. She didn’t pause to enjoy things and, still, she didn’t really know how to.

That was just why Zikuenne did what she did and Lyria could not fault her one little bit for that. She was a protector in more ways than one and Lyria appreciated it, even if the elf too felt she needed to be forced. She wanted to have the choice (willingly) taken away from her, so she had to relax, and she had a distinct feeling the dragon girl had picked up on that too.

“Mmm, this needs a little less…”

Zikuenne pulled away, only to take the elf into her hands with surprising gentleness. There was no question about her being in charge as she turned Lyria in her hands and disrobed her completely, leaving her naked and, once again, shivering. But the giantess did not leave the elf waiting for long at all as she adjusted the pillows on the sofa with her tail, propping one up so she could more comfortably elevate Lyria at roughly the height of the back of the piece of furniture for her attention. She didn’t need to raise herself any higher, staying down in her prowling pose and leaving her elbows on the ground.

The elf was her sweet prey and charge to be cared for either way.

“Quiet not, sweet one.”

Zikuenne crooned as she licked the elf once more and felt Lyria lean into her touch with a shudder that ran right through her body. She quelled a little as she pressed herself into the sultry heat of Ziku’s tongue, but the dragon girl supposed it was never entirely possible to hide that primal, innate fear so many small ones felt when they saw her. She wouldn’t have been the dragon matriarch, after all, if she had not inspired such in so many. Even giantesses gave her a wide berth and Ziku was hardly afraid to use the weapons at her disposal on her body when needed to defend what was hers.

Lyria had never warranted that. The elf needed sweetness and heat wrapped around her and Ziku had seen for herself just how much the tiny of the mansion household liked to relax on her tongue. She said it eased her sore muscles.

The elf could have the same treatment, even though she was twenty-six-feet-tall, and she curled her tongue around her, turning her body gently on the pillow while she bathed every inch of Lyria with her tongue. No part of the elf should go untouched and she let out a soft moan as she elf quivered against her, making sure not to pull back from direct, close contact for too long. Whenever she did, the elf just shook even more than before.

Lyria didn’t know what to think. Maybe that was the beauty of it all, at least to her: she didn’t have to think. Zikuenne turned off that overthinking part of her brain as the sight of the dragon girl’s tongue filled her vision, like there was nothing else out there besides Zikuenne’s mouth and tongue.

Zikuenne could do that for her, though there was still a part of the elf that saw the giantess as a primal force, a power that she had to submit to. For someone as small as her, that could be in being eaten too, which she was not a stranger to. She was prey and she was, to a giantess like the dragon girl, just food to be devoured.

To be consumed. Although her mind tried to reel from it, the lure and the fear of being eaten, she didn’t have a choice. She wanted it and didn’t want it at the same time, but that was something the dragon girl already was well-versed in with her. They had not explicitly talked about boundaries since the resort, but that was good enough for both of them.

She leaned into the tongue and let her cheek rest against it as the dragon girl dragged it up her front, pulling it sensually over her stomach and over her breasts. The slide of the mildly textured, steaming surface had Lyria letting out a moan that surprised even her, something in the elf releasing even then. She needed more, however, and had to press on, even if she didn’t really need to do anything at all.

The dragon girl, however, pushed her onto her back with her tongue, bathing her in the steaming flow of it as she licked over her. She was better positioned to lick down her body like that, nibbling and suckling teasingly against her body from each side. Of course, Ziku was gentle enough with her lips that the elf was not harmed, though Lyria still gasped, her bare breasts suddenly rising sharply as took in a gulp of air.

It was very much needed as the dragon girl’s tongue teased down, focused on one point. Lyria would have been more than happy to enjoy her time with the dragon girl, however Zikuenne wanted to play it, for it was all up to her. Yet the giantess played her tongue softly between her legs, the thick muscle of it forcing her legs apart widely when the elf didn’t automatically spread them for her. It was not that Lyria was trying to make things more difficult for the dragon girl, but more so that she didn’t really know what to do. Her mind was softly and pleasantly blank and she just about managed to roll her hips forward a little, though her head was propped up against the back of the sofa. The rest of her body was mostly flat on the pillow Ziku had put in place for her. The dragon girl’s tongue flicked teasingly between her legs, though with increased single-minded intent.

The stroke of that tongue was hypnotic and slow, for there was no rush to be had in a moment like that. Lyria caught herself exhaling in a hot rush of breath, but that was nothing in comparison to the warm flow of the dragon girl’s breath rolling over her. Zikuenne didn’t inhale through her nose when she had her lips parted as she did and Lyria was tempted to arch into the pull of air being drawn into her mouth, as if she could become no more than that. Yet it was down to her stomach her body begged and feared slipping, torn in conflict over what was right.

Would she be safe? Would Sedlina come find her, if she disappeared? She didn’t know… Maybe she was merely destined to be a little snack for the dragon girl, but the warm, comforting voice at the back of Lyria’s mind at the very least said, quietly, that she would not come to any harm there. That kind of thing, at least with Zikuenne, would only come through in fantasy – but what a wonderful thing to experience too!

“Mmm… Relax, small one.”

Zikuenne murmured as she let her tongue alternate between sweeping hotly up and over the elf’s body and teasing between her legs. She probed gently as if he was trying to wiggle the very tip of her tongue into the elf’s pussy, but there was of course too great of a size difference between them for that to be a possibility. That was okay, however, as the elf moaned and tried to twitch deeper into her touch, allowing the dragon girl to continue. Zikuenne took the hint and played out the actions that the elf seemed to like the most, though Lyria being so much smaller than her usual partners forced her to pay closer attention than ever.

“Ahhh… Oh… Zikuenne…”

Regardless of her body shivering, Lyria melted warmly into the dragon girl’s touch. Her hands splayed out on the large pillow the giantess had stolen to help them out, but her twitching fingers didn’t really know what to do either. They tried to grip the pillow but didn’t seem to manage to really sink into the softness that was found there, her body rocking lightly as if she was trying to grind her hips forward, onto that tongue.

Yet she was merely a passenger to her own pleasure as she was so very sweetly doted on. The warmth pouring over her came from more than just Zikuenne’s tongue and she moaned into it, wanting to raise her hands but somehow not possessing the energy for it anymore. She wriggled a little, shifting her hips from side to side, yet she was still right where she needed to be, where she wanted to be. Heat warmed within her, as if a spike of it had been sent rocketing straight through her, a tongue of fire that claimed her entire being.

And it was all down to Zikuenne, who seemed to know exactly what she needed to do to get Lyria to forget everything that had been worrying her. Lyria took a juddery breath that shook her lungs, but stayed where she’d been put as her body tightened in a much better way. For that cord of lust and utmost desire within her had to pull taut for her true release to come, heat singing through her as her lips moved in a whimpering moan that surprised even her. She didn’t have to hold on for any longer though, not as she was struck with the need to press her thighs together, seeking more pressure as need called her. She only had to let go at just the right moment.

Zikuenne felt the shift in her, clearly, and the elf didn’t fight it. She didn’t want to, not when the dragon girl slid her tongue under her legs and gently gave her more direct, constant stimulation over her clit. It shifted from twitching pulls over her whole pussy and grinding, deep pressure that forced Lyria to gasp, fingers clinging onto the pillow juts for something to ground her. Yet it was not for her to concern herself with as her hips tried to push up, the dragon girl’s tongue pushing under her ass and then sweeping back to focus intensely once again on her pussy.

And then it came, pouring through her. It took Lyria a moment to realise what was happening, but the elf didn’t have to focus or worry in the slightest, not right then. All she needed to do was to moan and let her body rock and twitch exactly as it pleased against the monster girl’s lips and tongue, even as the heat of her mouth sweltered over her. Pleasure bloomed, shooting through her with a rich, golden glow, but it still shook her to her core. It was as if every wave of delight was designed just for her, sweeping away all the worries from her mind that, truthfully, had not even been real at all. She couldn’t work on a frantic, frenzied mind, after all, despite everything…

But that was not where Lyria’s mind was in the slightest as she cried out, lips moving without actually being away of what sounds she was or was not making. The elf merely allowed the dragon girl to give her everything she had not known she’d needed, blood hot and zinging through her veins with a prickly, intoxicating sensation. Every nerve ending lit up on fire and she found her fingers gently brushing the dragon girl’s lips, although Lyria was not at all aware of lifting them in the first place.

“Ahhhh…”

She exhaled as orgasm gently slipped from her, though Lyria left the door open – just in case it wanted to come back. That too didn’t seem like it was in her control as she blinked slowly, the room around her coming back into clearer definition. Something, however, was a little different, but she didn’t mind that. She merely slid her hands softly over the dragon girl’s smooth, plush upper lip, taking comfort in Zikuenne’s presence.

A “thank you” was on her lips as she focused on the monster girl, though the words died there. The giantess’ mouth gaped lewdly around her and the dragon girl pulled her deeper, her tongue teasingly sliding up further beneath Lyria’s body to get her into the right position. She blinked, not quite understanding, though her body quivered. It was just her mind that was not fully aware of what was going on, even if she had already given her sweet consent to the dragon girl who looked after all in her care so very well.

It was hard not to want to be slurped up into a mouth like that, Zikuenne slowly pulling her further and further into her mouth. All it took was a subtle wriggle and pull of her tongue, the dragon girl letting her head push forward insistently at the same time. It was not the usual way she claimed those who were to be eaten, but the elf was a special case. She took it slowly, patiently, the elf’s legs slowly pushing into the back of Ziku’s mouth as she swallowed, opening up her throat for the treat she had to keep in her stomach, just for a while. If it was the only way to force Lyria to relax, she’d swallow her on a daily basis.

Maybe that was something she should float to their blonde friend…

But it was not the moment for that, as she relished in the feeling of the elf shivering in her mouth, though there were no protests at all coming her way. That was just the way Zikuenne wanted it as she swallowed, the elf’s legs sliding into her throat as her lips moved softly over Lyria’s breasts. Claiming her treat, she closed her lips around the elf’s body, though they did not squeeze anywhere near tightly enough around Lyria’s torso to stop her from being swallowed. They were never meant to.

“Oh…”

That was the only sound that left Lyria’s lips as she was taken, as she was claimed. For it was her rightful place to be swallowed by the dragon girl, while her mind strove with all its might to understand what was happening to her. Her body sang with pleasure, warmth swelling through her and easing all tension from her muscles, making her wonder why she had been so stiff and sore to begin with. When she was relaxed, the difference was obvious.

Before the dragon girl took her fully into her mouth and throat, Lyria tilted her head at just the right angle to drop a light, tender kiss, like the brush of a butterfly’s wings, on Ziku’s upper lip. The dragon girl paused for a moment, her lips pushing in around the elf’s neck, allowing Lyria to extend the kiss as Ziku chuckled.

Oh, Lyria was sweet. It was not a moment she would ever have expected to feel when devouring someone: a kiss on her lip, just like that. Even the blonde tiny had not managed that yet – but she was rather more salacious and ravenous when it came to her.

And it was all because of the beautiful monster girl, the beauty who claimed her so sweetly, who took over everything for her. It was right for her to give over everything to Zikuenne while the dragon girl swallowed around her, pulling her head fully into her mouth and closing Lyria in the sultry, soft darkness of her mouth. The elf’s hands moved, of their own accord, as if the darkness gave her permission to do so. If no one else could see, maybe she was at greater freedom to do as she pleased, petting Ziku’s tongue lightly and stroking up and down while she was pulled deeper and deeper.

There was no point in fighting it and, despite the tremor of trepidation that came along with being swallowed, Lyria didn’t want to either. She was where she was supposed to be as the dragon girl’s tongue shifted lightly under her, though she didn’t really need to be pushed into Ziku’s throat in the slightest. No… The subtle pulls and tugs of the giantess’ throat as she swallowed, steadily, pulled her deeper and deeper, sending her to her sweet resting place in Zikuenne’s stomach.

The giantess murmured around her as soft vibrations rolled into the elf and she closed her eyes, though there was really no difference, at least to her, to having her eyes open or closed. Her head was still close to the dragon girl’s lips and, somehow, Zikuenne paused, holding Lyria there as the elf squirmed.

“Mmm…” She moved her lips, trying to get words out even though her body felt wonderfully soft and loose. “Ziku… Please…”

She didn’t want the dragon girl to hold back at the point of no return, the point where she could have every desire in her heart fulfilled and, secretly, taken away from the work that threatened to consume her. The dragon girl chuckled again, the movement playing into the elf through Ziku’s mouth, but she still didn’t swallow further, Lyria’s legs down her throat.

Until…she did. Zikuenne didn’t give any warning before tipping her head back, just slightly, and giving a single, big gulp to send Lyria rushing down her throat towards her stomach. Lyria only had time for a halfway breathless gasp that did nothing to ease the tightness around her lungs, the thrum of exhilaration surging through her. Her blood ran hot and she tried to cry out again as the dragon girl’s throat flexed and pulled around her, muscles working smoothly, without Ziku even having to think about it, to send her down and down and down – all the way to Zikuenne’s stomach.

It was where she belonged, at least for a time. For a while, Lyria could just be food and wouldn’t have to think about any troubles or worries, even if she needed to battle her own demons on that matter too. In the brief moment she slid down the dragon girl’s throat, making a delicious bulge at her size, Ziku fluttered her fingers over the shape of the elf there, following the path down her neck until Lyria went too far for her to follow, imminently, with her hand.

But she tracked the elf down to her stomach where she rested with a pleasantly comfortable weight, her hand immediately finding her as soon as she could. The shape of the elf fit nicely into her hand as Ziku folded her fingers protectively around Lyria, cupping her for a moment as the elf, in her stomach, squirmed. She rubbed her fingers and the palm of her hand back and forth lightly, encouraging Lyria to settle, though the elf seemed to still.

“There… You can’t work while you’re nicely tucked away inside me..”

Ziku frowned, wondering if that wrist communicator thing of the elf’s was going to cause a challenge on that side of things. However, the little blonde tiny had shown her a way to disable it, though had said it was only to be used in important circumstances. It also only worked in the mansion, but she thought Sedlina was the only one who could use it.

“I’m sure she won’t mind an early wake-up call,” Ziku smirked, licking her lips, the taste of the elf lingering there delightfully. “She’ll help me make sure there’s no work at all you can do from in there, dear elf…”

She patted her stomach lightly, though was not able to stop herself from licking her lips again. The act of restraint was not in the dragon girl’s vocabulary and she didn’t intend to let it become any part of her, not in the slightest. Why should she hold back? She had earned her position and took it seriously, protecting those in her harem. Even then, there was more to be taken on board with the tiny in the mansion and Zikuenne stood with a rumbling growl in the back of her throat, lips twitching with amusement as she went in hunt of her favourite blonde.

Inside her stomach, Lyria exhaled, leaning back into the wall of the dragon girl’s stomach. Even then, she would not admit aloud just how much it relaxed her, how small and safe it made her feel, even if it was, technically, a dangerous position to be in. Her wrist comm flashed with a notification, but she didn’t even notice it, leaning back and feeling the subtle shift of the dragon girl’s body around her.

A time out from Ziku was not at all a bad thing.